#just make that shit a topic of conversation like Alright We Get It. Thank You. I'm Funny I'm Hot We Got It

[todayisafridaynight]

my coworkers called me a "crazy lightning-rod" because everyone whos into me is batshit insane, also "insane asylum poster boy". do i share genes with daigo and yayoi??? that would make me feel so much better about being an insane person magnet

i think if we look deep inside ourselves we're all a lil daigo and yayoi in our hearts

[writtenbymoonflower]

Can we have a Poly!Marauders x Quiddich Player Reader, Where she falls and breaks a bone and tries to hide it from the boys? That would be so great <3

thanks for requesting gorgeous!! poly!marauders x fem!reader

cw: mentions of injury/bruises

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“I was able to heal the bone, but it will be a bit sore for a bit. Try to take it easy for about a day or so. Some bruising is normal, but keep an eye on it. If anything looks concerning, don’t hesitate to come back in, okay?” Madame Pomfrey slathered some unknown mixture over the inflamed skin on your shoulder.

“Okay.” That seemed to be the only word you had said in the past half hour, eager to leave the hospital wing.

“This bandage should help with the swelling.” The nurse explained as she wrapped long strips of white cloth around your chest, then crossing over your shoulder. You glanced at the clock anxiously, seeing it was now 10 minutes past when you were usually back at your boyfriend’s dorm.

“Thank you so much, Miss.” you said politely, putting your clothes back on. She patted your good shoulder as you hurried out into the corridor.

You changed clothes in your room before going to the Gryffindor common room. It was now late afternoon, when most of the house members were outside enjoying the nice weather, or inside the library studying. You heard the ruckus of the three boys immediately after you stepped through the portrait hole.

“Hey sweetheart! We were just about to look for you, we were getting worried.” James looked thrilled to see you, if not a little concerned.

“Sorry, practice ran late.” You fibbed, worrying your lower lip with your fingers. You hoped the collar of your sweater was efficiently hiding the bandages.

“That’s okay lovie, come sit.” James scooted over, creating a space between himself and Remus (who had Sirius curled on his lap like a cat, arm held over his eyes like a damsel in distress).

“Practice go okay?” Remus asked cooly, flipping the page of his novel.

“Yeah. It was alright.” You really wished the topic would just change.

“Modest as ever, dolly. Marlene was watching for a bit. She said you kicked ass.” Sirius chuckled. You winced. If she saw you fall she definitely would’ve told the boys. You gave Sirius a nervous smile. He lowered his arm to look at you suspiciously.

James squeezed your shoulder, making pain fizzle down your arm, but you kept your face stoic. You leant back into his chest as you let them return to their previous conversation. Your eyes were closed, listening to the vibration of James’ laughter.

You were almost asleep when you were jolted back to reality, in the form of Sirius grabbing your legs and tugging them towards him.

“Ah! Siri!” You gasped. Your legs were now across Sirius’ lap (technically also Remus’) and your head landed in James’.

“Gentle, love.” Remus chided the boy in his lap.

“She was so far away.” Sirius pouted pathetically. You lifted your head to look at him blankly.

“We are literally on the same couch.”

“That’s not close enough! I want you inside my skin!” Sirius whined. He all but flung himself off of Remus’ lap and on top of you. You squealed.

“Christ! Pads! You’re lucky I spend so much time in the gym. Not everyone could handle your roughhousing.” James scolded but his voice was laced heavily with fondness.

“Not the only reason I’m lucky.” He waggled his dark eyebrows at the curly-haired boy before he nuzzled his face right into your neck. On any other occasion you would giggle and squirm, but because of your injury, you groaned and your face screwed up in pain. You tried to hide it but unfortunately Remus had a perfectly unobstructed view of your face.

“Padfoot. Off.” Remus (gently) pulled Sirius off of you. Clearly his tone indicated that he wasn’t joking, because you heard no protests. James stroked your still tensed face.

“Shit! Did I hurt you, baby?” Sirius knelt by the couch, patting you down to look for injury. You winced again when he reached your chest. You shook your head.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m just a little sore from practice ‘s all.” You tried to shove the boys off but it was no use.

“Let’s have a look.” Remus wasn’t having any of it.

“Oh, it’s really fine.” You floundered, but he still stuck his long fingers into your collar, pulling it down to expose your clavicle. James gasped when he saw the white of the bandages.

“Sweetheart!” James pressed his fingers into the top of the wrap and you hissed. “What happened here?”

“I just got a little banged up.” You moved to sit up but you were gently pushed back down.

“Off with the sweater, dove.”

“If you wanted me to strip, Lupin you didn’t have to go through all this fuss.”

He just rolled his eyes. You complied begrudgingly. The boys all hissed at the sight. Tight bandages digging into your skin, discoloration painting the edges.

“That’s more than a little banged up, lovely girl.” James stroked your head. His tone was light in the way it is when he’s especially worried.

“Did you fall onto the tracks and get hit by the fucking Hogwarts Express?” Sirius asked incredulously.

“It’s not that bad. It’s all healed anyway, just a little tender.” You reassured.

“Did you go to the hospital wing?” Remus asked plainly. You inhaled deep, knowing the reaction you were going to get.

“Yes.” You sighed. “It’s fine. It was a little fracture but she healed it.”

“Baby!” Sirius pinched your thigh hard. “You went to the hospital for this and you weren’t going to tell us?”

“Well… yeah. Because it’s all healed now.” You said as if it was obvious.

“That doesn’t mean you keep it a secret you muppet.” James scolded. He still leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I wasn’t keeping it a secret! I just didn’t want to make it a big deal.” Remus handed your sweater back to you and you sat up to shrug it on.

“That’s why you lied to us and said practice ran late, when you were actually getting treated for a broken bone?” Remus quirked a brow at you. You suddenly felt small.

“Sorry.” You looked down. He hooked a finger under your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes.

���Don’t be sorry, baby dove. But I need you to tell us if you get hurt, yeah? It’s important. It’s our job to keep you safe. You need to let us do that, okay?” His brown eyes were warm, but commanding in the way only Remus could accomplish.

“Okay.” You nodded. He tapped your chin with his knuckle.

“Attagirl. Now c’mere.” He tugged you into him, your face against his sweater. Sirius climbed into James’ lap and snuggled into him. The bespectacled boy whispered something in his ear.

“I might have to take a tumble if it will get Moons to look at me like that.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request headcanons for Vox Machina reacting to gn crush telling him/her that they had been told by their crushes that they're not good-looking and interesting please?

Vax thinks that’s an utter bollocks statement to make, especially since it was coming from someone you had feelings towards.

This absolute sweetheart would sit by you under a blanket of stars and keep you company until he thought you were ready to get back on your feet and show the fucker what they were missing out on.

‘They speak the universal language of bullshit.’ He’d say, which made you laugh in how he worded it. ‘I’m being serious! They don’t fucking know what they’ve missed out on, so don’t be too sad because they knew you were out of their reach and didn’t want to admit it out of their own pride.’ He adds as he allowed you to toy with his dagger

‘Still hurts though.’ You murmured as you tossed the dagger into the air and catching it by the handle as it comes down again. Vax frowns before nudging you in the side playfully.

‘Hey, it may suck now but sooner or later we’re going to look back on this and laugh at how much of a loser they were and how much better off you were without them to tie you down.’ He says and you look at him deeply before smiling. ‘Yeah they were a bit bland featured to be honest.’ You shyly admitted as vax laughed.

‘They’re bland as fuck and you are not, they’re a cunt and your far better then to let that twat have any ounce of power over you in any aspect, oh we can go see if I can pickpocket the bastard for everything their worth? Would that cheer you up?’ Vax asked as you mulled over the idea in your head, but it didn’t take long for you to want to see chaos ensue and you were quick to agree.

You and vax then ran off into the night like two giggling idiots, feeling a thousand times better then you were before.

Vex

‘Oh sweetheart that isn’t true, far from it.’ She’d say as she holds your face, wiping away your tears from your cheeks.

‘Then why would they say it.’ You said as you looked to her for answers within her eyes and Vex couldn’t help but feel her heart crack for you.

‘They’re not worth your tears, none at all if this is how they’re going to make you feel all the time.’ Vex told you as her bear companion huffed and cuddled into your side, sensing your sadness and distress and you were quick to run your hand through their fur in silent thanks.

‘I guess I shouldn’t have expected so much from them to begin with. After all nothing is set in stone.’ You murmured under your breath. ‘But it still hurts regardless.’

‘And it will my dear, it will hurt but sometimes it can motivate us into going the path we were meant to all along.’ Vex replied as watched you and trinket interact with hope in her heart that you’ll be okay, that you’ll be alright in due time.

‘Thanks vex, I really needed to hear that today.’ You tell her, only for trinket to huff as you laugh and ruffle their fur, ‘and yes thank you too trinket, thank you for the emotional support.’

Trinket huffed again but this time in triumph.

Percy wouldn’t know how to comfort you at first but would find it easier to just let you air out your grievances instead.

‘They said I’m bland and unappealing! Only to then call me childish when I showed that I wasn’t happy being called such, claiming I can’t handle the truth.’ You groaned as you fell in to the empty chair that awaited you. ‘What a fucking joke.’ You murmured.

‘What they said is uncalled for and rude on all accounts,’ Percy said calmly, ‘they claim it’s true but from the stories you’ve told me about them, they’re the most boring and unpleasant person to ever engage in a conversation with without feeling the need to bring up your topic of the weather.’ He adds and you snorted at his sarcastic tone.

‘Yeah, they do tend to find the most boring things and talk about them for hours, how I thought that was attractive I’ll never know, blinded I guess.’ You shrugged as you both began to shit talk about your former crush and nitpick at their every aspect with scrutinising detail.

‘They cannot tie a cravat properly to save his life.’ Percy quipped.

‘They avoid taverns because they don’t like the liveliness of them, nor the rowdiness.’ You add.

Percy scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘Pretentious prick.’

You jolted forward in your seat towards him as though you were going to tell him a secret. ‘He’s not even from a well known enough family for that Percy’s they just wanna act like they are.’ You swore you saw Percy smile before he hid it behind his hand.

‘How embarrassing.’ He mumbles.

‘I know right?!’ You exclaimed as throughout the night you and Percy spend most of it together and shit talking the rejection away.

Keyleth would immediately try to disprove this by taking you out to her garden and showing you all the flowers.

‘Why am I here keyleth? To show how unappealing I am in comparison to pretty flowers?’ You asked.

‘No! I brought you here to show that every flower within my garden is no less loved than the other, all of them are watered and properly cared for regardless of how they look or what they smell like.’ Keyleth replied as she made you look at the daises, lavenders, chrysanthemums, water lilies, thistle, roses, Lilly of the valley and many more as thought they were a kaleidoscope of beauty in all its forms.

‘They are indeed all beautiful in their own unique way.’ You mumbled as you brushed one of the petals of a rose. Keyleth smiled as she put her hands on your shoulders and giving them a squeeze.

‘All flowers are loved by someone and you will find someone who will love you just as much as a Gardner loves their flowers.’ She reassured you in a sweet yet calming voice. ‘For you are worthy of love just like these flowers and you’ll find them, it just takes a little time and patience to happen. So hold on tight because someone is out there looking for the prettiest flower; you.’ She finished and you smiled back at her, resting your hands on top of hers, feeling reassured.

‘Thanks keyleth, I really needed it.’ You replied.

Grog

‘Well they’re stupid.’ He’d say in response.

‘but what if they’re right?’ You asked, defeated. ‘What if I am boring and unappealing?’

Grog huffs. ‘Bullshit. You’re far from either boring or unappealing, they’re just weak shit and cowardly because they know they can’t handle someone like you.’

You’d lean into his side and smiling softly. ‘Thanks for cheering me up Grog, I really needed it.’

‘No problem buddy.’ He smiles as he pats your head as a moment of silence passed between you two. ‘So…do you wanna fuck up some bad guys to relive the stress?’ He then asks and you smiled at him.

‘You don’t even have to ask.’ You tell him as you both set off to kick some ass.

[gamerbunny1996]

Jschlatt x famous streamer

Heyyaaa!!! how are you doing?? I have a request for Jschlatt obviously. (sorry if my english is bad it’s not my language.) Jschlatt x famous streamer reader, maybe she’s a guest at Chuckle Sandwich or either a contestant at Jschlatt’s love or host. Honestly i have no clue so i’ll leave that up to you if you want. Asked by: @mikeytheweirdoo

Thank you for the request I tried really hard so I hope it's what you wanted if not please let me know I can try again. -Bunny

“We have a a special guest today don’t we Schlatt” Ted said.Schlatt looked right into the camera with an “kill me now look”. “Hello Y/N welcome to Chuckle sandwich” Ted spoke to you. “Hi it’s nice to be here”you say waving to the camera. Soon ed started to rub his hands together and gave an evil look. “I think todays topic should be about celebrity crushes we all have one but some are kinda weird” Ted telling you about what the podcast will be about today. Ted knew what he was doing he knew who Schlatt liked and that is you. So why not get him to admit it to you.

“Oh… alright then” you spoke out a little confused why that’s the topic he picked. “I think it's only fair we all mention our celebrity crush” Schlatt rolled his eyes. “Is this some teen girl's sleepover or something.” you laugh at that comment. “We have to put on PJs now,” you said laughing. “Great Idea y/n” tucker but into the conversation. The laughing soon died down and Ted spoke up. “So y/n your pretty famous streamer do you get a lot of people crushing on you” you took a minute to think about all your fans. “Yeah I do actually I don't mind though it just boosts my confidence” Schlatt just rolls his eyes knowing damn well he is one to crush on you. Ted smiles at your comment. Soon the conversation turned to statistics about how often women crush over women and men crush over men. It was a very interesting conversation and Schlatt defended the fact that it's not gay to crush on a man that is a hot celebrity.

Laughing along to the argument, Schlatt can't help but notice your bright smile while enjoying the conversation. He loves that he is making you laugh. He just wants to hear it over and over again. Soon the conversation calms down and he just stays silent smiling and staring at you on his computer screen. If he could he would have just you without Tucker and Ted being there but it's a group call so he can't.

“So y/n who's your celebrity crush” Schlatt heard Ted asked. His eyes grew not ready for your answer. “That's a tough one. What do we count as a celebrity crush? are we talking like all that includes YouTubers and streamers or like just movie stars and musicians” you asked. “All” Ted winked. “I have a few you could say (insert celebrity crush that isn't Jschlatt) or (and another) but if we are going like on a deeper level Schlatts pretty cute for being this big scary guy” everyone's eyes grew open not expecting you to say that when Schlatt was in the call. “Was not expecting that," Tuckerqqq said. Jschlatt was trying not to scream with joy.

“That's cool,” he said, trying to act calm. Ted started to grin very wide. “Schlatt who is yours” that's when Schlatt froze, not ready to say anything. “I don't have one” he crossed his arms and leaned back on his chair” soon a knock can be heard. “Oh sorry guys give me a second” you mute yourself and went off screen for a second. During that time Ted and Schlatt were having a stare off. “I think Schlatt here has a huge crush on y/n” Ted spoke. Schlatts face grew red. “I do not” he tried to argue. Before Ted can say more you came back and unmuted yourself. “Sorry guys big bro brought me my drink I ordered” putting your headphones on you notice the staring match between Ted and Schlatt. “I was gone for like two seconds what happened” raising your eyebrow. “Schlatt is just being a grouch so let's talk about meet ups with fans”

Smiling and taking a drink from your cup you replied. “That shit can become wild, it's insane love meeting my fans but some are too much so I try not to do stuff like that” all three nod their heads in agreement.

After a while of talking about crazy fan experiences Ted decided to ask Schlatt one last question. “We know you have a crush on someone just tell us we all said ours” blushing hard Schlatt turned his head away. “Already said no one” laughing a little at Schlatt’s response. “Your face says different” you smile at him. He looked at you and saw you smile. Melting he gave in “fine I got to say you toots your my stupid celebrity crush” shock at his response you still smiled. “Well glad I'm not alone” he smiled at your response. “Alright you two love birds it's the end of the podcast” Ted stopping the two of you from making out over the screens.

Once the podcast ended Ted and Tucker left to give you two some alone time. “You're really beautiful I hope you know that” Schlatt says, shying away. “Why are you acting all shy, big guy” he turned his head to his monitor, rolling his eyes at you. “You can flirt with all kinds of people but me you get all shy on that's so unfair” you jokes making him smile. “You're different alright I actually like you compared to the rest” soon you blush as well. “Whatever” you turn your head away so Schlatt can't see your face. “So maybe I can take you on a date” turning you head up you smiled. “That would be amazing” he smiled back as well. “So where do you live?” he asked “oh I live in Florida.” He smiled, “I'll book a flight as soon as possible.”

[daisynik7]

Out of Time Part Two - Nanami x f!reader

Click here for Part One!

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: PIV sex (doggy, cowgirl), cunnilingus, fingering, spit play, nipple play, cum-eating, dirty talk, cream pie, multiple orgasms, just downright filthy smut, alright?

Word Count: ~3.7k

Summary: Finished with your thesis, and a huge weight lifted off your shoulders, you can finally focus on the only other thing occupying your mind the past forty-eight hours: Kento Nanami, the man you met two nights ago at your favorite bar, the one you shared an unforgettable evening with. Through serendipity, and with a little help from your friends, two well-acquainted strangers reconnect for one more night. Author's Notes: The very smutty part two of this little fic! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thank you!

One last tap of your mouse on the Submit button and your thesis is complete. A week from today, you’re scheduled to present it in front of your faculty advisor and a few other professors, which you’re not concerned about considering you’ve dedicated hundreds of hours of research to this topic. A week after that, you’ll be handed your diploma, officially a graduate. With the written portion finished, you feel a giant burden lifted off your shoulders, one that’s been weighing on you since the start of the semester. For the first time in months, you’re free. 

You collapse onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling, smiling. Besides ridding yourself of the dreaded essay, there’s another big reason why you’re giddy: Kento Nanami. You’ve tried your best to keep him in the back of your mind, at least until you submitted your paper. However, it’s been quite the challenge, especially after the unforgettable evening the two of you shared two nights ago. It’s a faraway dream you let yourself indulge in. Too good to be true, too perfect to be real. You said your goodbyes without exchanging phone numbers. Still, it doesn’t hurt to fantasize about it. Right?

You check your phone for the first time since yesterday, basically isolating yourself from the outside world. There are several texts from Gina, making sure you’re alive. A couple from other group chats, the usual collection of messages you’re used to seeing after staying offline for more than a day. However, one from an unknown number captures your attention. You’re almost certain it’s spam, ready to block and delete without a second thought. You check it anyways, unprepared for what you’re about to read.

~~~

Two nights ago

Nanami presses his palms together, almost in prayer, tapping his fingers to his nose. He stares at Gojo, who has that typical shit-eating grin plastered on his face, typing away on his phone. After several minutes of discussion, Nanami agrees to accept Gojo’s help to reconnect with the woman he kissed tonight, the one who left him with this odd fluttering sensation in his belly.

“Alright. I sent it. Now we wait,” Gojo says, stretching his arms out. When there’s no response within five minutes, he stands up, getting ready to sleep, leaving his phone on the bed. Nanami is too anxious to leave his current position, willing for a reply to come soon. Thankfully, the universe grants his wishes, the phone vibrating and flashing a notification with Gina’s name on it. 

“Gojo, she texted you back,” he yells out to his friend, staring at the screen. He’s tempted to check the message himself, but Nanami is still a man of reason, not wanting to invade his friend’s personal property.

“You can read it,” Gojo says from the bathroom, sounding like he has a toothbrush shoved in his mouth. “Go ahead, buddy. I know you want to.”

With permission granted, he unlocks the phone, clicking on the familiar icon to view their conversation:

Gojo: Hey beautiful, can you give me your friend’s #? Nanami is smitten and the dumbass forgot to ask for it.

Gina: LOL I’ll give it but tell the croissant man to text her AFTER she submits her thesis.

Gina: so in 2 days

Gina: and tell him she’s smitten too.

Nanami can’t contain his smile at the last text. 

~~~

You read the message, so surprised, you double back and do it again, this time more carefully. 

Hi, this is Nanami. Congrats on finishing your thesis. If you’re free tonight, we should celebrate.

A rush of thoughts invades your mind. Somehow, he found your number, most likely from Gojo, who asked Gina. But it’s the fact that he wanted to find you, to contact you, that has your head spinning in a pleasant frenzy. You were convinced that after that night, you’d never see him again. You also assumed that him living in Tokyo, almost one hour from here, would be a deal breaker. But if there’s one thing you learned about Nanami that fateful night, it’s that he’s a man of many surprises. 

His last sentence sticks out to you the most. He’s offering to celebrate tonight. Does that mean he’s willing to take the hour-long journey just to see you? Or is it possible that he’s here? Not one to entertain mysteries, you decide to give him a call instead of responding through text. First, you save his number under his name, resisting the strong urge to add a little heart emoji next to it, then you prepare yourself before dialing. 

After two rings, he picks up. “Hello?”

“Hi, Nanami. It’s me.”

He chuckles softly. “It’s you.”

“I’d love to take you up on your offer. Maybe we can meet halfway so you don’t have to travel so far.”

“That’s unnecessary. I’m actually still here.” He hesitates before continuing. “I booked the hotel room for a few more nights. Gojo left and it’s just me.” Another pause. “I’m not trying to seduce you or anything, but I would really like to see you again.”

You giggle to yourself, though you’re sure he hears it too, with the way you catch the hitch in his breath. “Me too. Let’s meet at the same bar then, tonight at 8. We can grab a drink or something.”

“Or something,” he repeats, the grin on his face audible through the phone. “That sounds wonderful. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Oh, and Nanami?”

“Yes?”

“Maybe I’m in the mood to be seduced tonight.”

With that, you hang up, smirking, heading to your closet to find the perfect outfit.

~~~

Nanami doesn’t get flustered easily, but whatever powers this woman possesses over him, it’s working. Because he is most definitely flustered. 

Maybe I’m in the mood to be seduced tonight.

Her parting words replay in his head over and over. In all honestly, it shouldn’t surprise him, considering what they almost did inside that karaoke room. Still, he’s caught off guard by her boldness. And very much turned on. He paces his hotel room, checking his watch to calculate how much time he has until they meet. A couple hours to go. He’s tempted to call her and see her now, but he doesn’t want to come on too strong. He reminds himself that patience is a virtue, and tonight will be well worth the wait. There are a few errands he thinks of to distract himself, the day passing relatively quickly until it’s time for him to get ready. 

He steps out of the hotel around 7:50 PM, dressed in his typical attire: tan suit, navy blue dress shirt underneath, and his signature spotted tie. His glasses are tucked inside his breast pocket for safe keeping. As he crosses the street to approach the bar, he feels the nerves jittering through his body. He doesn’t want this to end up being a big disappointment, for either him or her. 

Upon entering, he doesn’t expect to see her yet. Nanami is used to being early to things; he prides himself in being punctual, and rarely expects that from anyone else. So when he does spot her, standing at one end of the bar, stunning in a black dress that accentuates her beauty in the most dazzling way, all his worries disappear. The only thought in his mind is that he wants this woman, needs this woman. And if it’s only for one more night, he’s going to make the most out of it. 

She immediately notices him, a bright smile on her face as he walks towards her. With a wave, she greets him. “Nanami. You found me.”

“I found you,” he responds, returning her grin. “Congrats on finishing your thesis.”

“Thank you. I’m so relieved.” 

There’s a slight pause as Nanami studies her, trying not to be too obvious. She does the same, her eyes slowly checking him out from head to toe. Deciding to be completely candid tonight, no holding back, he says, “You’re beautiful.”

She giggles, averting her gaze away from him, nervous. “Thank you.”

“Why did you have to wear a dress like this tonight?” he asks, leaning closer to her. He wants to touch her hand, hold it between his. The memory of them dancing together in the karaoke room the other night feels distant; he wants to remember the softness of her skin, the way their fingers lock together perfectly. 

“Do you not like it?” she asks.

“You know I do.”

“So what’s the matter?” She bats her eyelashes, teasing him. She knows exactly what she’s doing. 

Something in him snaps. He can’t control himself anymore. The desire to finish what they started takes over. Bowing his head, he whispers in her ear, “I’m trying to be good, I really am.”

With a wicked smirk on her face, she replies, “I don’t want you to be good. I want you to be mine.”

Minutes later, they’re stepping into the elevator of the hotel, hand-in-hand, Nanami’s face flush, anticipating what’s about to occur. Once the doors close, he remains still, desperately wishing she makes the first move. Seconds in, his wish is granted. She tugs at his tie, pulling him in for a kiss, hungry and eager. His hands roam to her waist, gripping her tightly, fingertips pressed shallow into her flesh through the fabric. He can’t wait to strip this off her, worship her bare body, touch every centimeter of her supple skin. Run his tongue along her most sensitive spots, make her whimper in pleasure. It’s all he’s thought about the last two nights. 

Once inside the room, he gently pushes her against the closed door, kissing her deeply, tongue swirling around hers. His fingers reach for the zipper behind her dress, slowly pulling it down until it’s split, exposing her back. He feels for the clasp of her bra, undoing it in an instant. She undresses from the top, shoving the clothing off her shoulders and wiggling out, now naked from the waist up. He admires her breast before dipping down to wrap his lips around her nipple, tugging at it between his lips as she hums in pleasure. He’s gentle with her, unsure what her limit is when it comes to things like this. But he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back. 

“You can suck them harder, if you want,” she whispers, watching him. “I like it a little rough.”

It takes everything in him to not growl on the spot. He feels like an animal in heat, lust fueling every carnal desire he possesses. Permission granted, he suckles at her peaked tits, his entire mouth surrounding her breast. His free hand grasps at her other nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, teasing her until she swears wantonly,  “Oh fuck!” Her head thrown back against the door, eyes shut tight, fingers buried in his blonde hair. He flicks his thumb across her swollen teat when he relaxes his grip. He wants her sore and satiated when he’s done with her. Test out all the ways he can make her come, whether from his cock, his fingers, his mouth. Whatever he can do; he wants to give her his all tonight. 

In a haste, he sheds his tan blazer, tossing it to the floor. The rest of his outfit follows, until he’s clad only in his briefs, with his erection tight against the fabric, a spot of precum leaking through. She makes her way to the bed, sliding the rest of her dress off, panties clinging to her, waiting for him. He hurries over, grinning as he positions himself beside her, caressing her cheek, kissing her slowly, relishing the way her mouth melts into his. His fingers gradually trail down, memorizing every curve of her body, in case they run out of time again. He’s unsure what the future holds for them. So he’ll spend the entire night if he has to, learning everything about her until he knows her like the back of his hand, until she’s familiar in his mind.  

He breaks the kiss to latch his mouth onto her breast, cupping it in one hand, his other between her legs, silk panties already damp. Rubbing at the wet spot, his cock twitches, feeling her arousal on his fingertips. She spreads her legs wider, moaning, running her fingers along his tousled hair. “I love it, Nanami. I love it.”

He hooks his finger around the crotch of her panties, sliding it off completely. With a pop, he releases her from his mouth, kneeling beside her to study her naked form. “God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

She sits up, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m the lucky one.”

“We’re both lucky, then,” he says, nuzzling his nose to hers. 

Giggling, she presses her lips to his. “Didn’t think you’d be this lovey-dovey.”

“Do you want me to be mean? I can do that too.” He nips at her bottom lip, smirking. 

She laughs again. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Oh, you’re asking for it, aren’t you? Naughty girl.” He grabs at one of her ass cheeks, squeezing at her plush flesh. “Always trying to seduce me.” 

“Who, me? I’m innocent,” she teases, pouting at him. She palms the erection confined in his briefs. He bucks his hips at the contact, swearing, “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. I need to taste you now.”

Leaning back against the pillows, she spreads her thighs wide with a wicked look on her face. “Go ahead, then. Help yourself.”

~~~

Your cheeks are hot with arousal, nipples swollen and sensitive from Nanami’s torment. His erection is strained beneath his underwear, unbearably uncomfortable. He slips his thumb beneath the band and slides it down his legs, boner springing free against his abdomen. Your pussy throbs, yearning for his thick girth inside you. Without wasting any more time, he positions himself between your legs, flicking his tongue at your clit. His lips surround you, sucking at your bud until it’s plump in his mouth, swishing his spit around it. Pleasure radiates from your core, causing you to spasm. He hums against your skin, amused at your reaction, his movements becoming sloppier by the second the deeper he dives into you. He teases his middle finger along you entrance. “Can I finger you?” he asks, voice muffled as his tongue continues to work on you. 

You nod erratically, willing to agree to whatever he offers you. He slides in slowly, the lewd squelch of his thick finger against wet skin enough to push you close to the edge. He inserts his ring finger next to the middle, curling the tips as far as they can reach, brushing your sweet spot. That, in conjunction with the relentless slurping of your clit, has you in a fucked-out daze. 

Without warning, he pulls out of you, causing you to whine from the sudden emptiness. He studies his digits, glistening in your arousal, and sticks them inside his mouth. You watch with your tongue lolling out of your mouth in a dumb expression, in awe as he slurps and swallows your slick like a treat he’s been waiting for all fucking night. He smiles at you, meeting your gaze, clearly enjoying your expression at the little stunt he just performed. “Are you okay?” he asks, lowering himself back towards your pussy, waiting for your answer before he resumes. 

You nod once more, too bewitched by him to respond coherently. He spits on your pussy, thick and syrupy, smearing it over your puffy clit. He repeats this a few times, drenching you in his warm saliva. Suddenly, it’s all too much. There’s tightness in your abdomen, body becoming rigid as your reach your high. That doesn’t stop him; he continues to lap at your arousal, growling, “Come all over my face. Give it to me.” It’s not until your twitching from overstimulation that he slows down. With one last kiss, he pulls off, mouth and chin sticky with your cum. He licks around his lips, collecting whatever he can to swallow. You start to relax against the mattress, head dizzy from the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Still, you’re aching to feel him deep inside you. 

“Don’t stop,” you utter. “I want you inside me.”

He looks at you, concerned. “Are you sure?”

You reach for him, tugging him close to you. “Absolutely sure. Don’t hold back on me.” 

Chuckling in that low, sexy voice, he answers, “As you wish, princess.” He sits up beside you, rolling you on top of him so that you’re straddling his lap. “I want you like this,” he whispers into your ear, giving you a smack on your ass. You drape your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him securely, ready for the ride. He guides his cock inside you, slipping in smoothly. Breath hot on your ear, he asks, “Can you give me another one? Just one more before I come?”

You nod lazily without speaking, rocking your hips against him, hooked on the feeling of him buried deep inside you. He bounces you on his cock like his own personal sex doll, body pliant, slamming down easily on his dick. It’s addicting, the way he pumps into you, fucking your sweet spot like it’s never been fucked before. “Does this feel good? When I fuck this pretty pussy?” He scatters chaste kisses along your neck, dewy from perspiration. 

“Yes, oh fuck yes,” you manage to say weakly, all your energy drained from being fucked into a frenzy.   

“Make yourself come again. Want it really creamy,” he huffs, head bowed, watching his dick disappear in and out of your tight cunt. You moan at his filthy words, reaching between you, toying with your slippery bud. It doesn’t take long for you to come again, your sticky mess coating his cock with each thrust. “I’m coming!” you cry out, clenching his broad shoulders. 

He follows, shooting his load inside you, thrusting until every last drop is released into your womb. You kiss him passionately, clinging to him closely, enough to feel the subtle thump of his heartbeat through his chest. It’s intimate the way your bodies meld to together, seamless and a perfect fit. Like it was truly meant to be. 

You carefully lift yourself off his lap, collapsing next to him. You’re spent, light-headed from pleasure, convinced that the both of you have hit your limit. But, as always, Nanami surprises you. “I’m not done with you yet,” he says, dragging you roughly to the edge of the bed where he stands, grip firm around your waist. “I want to fuck my cum even deeper inside you. Fill you up so it’s leaking out until tomorrow morning. Think you can take it?”

This switch in behavior doesn’t alarm you; in fact, it spurs you on, makes you instantly forget about your foggy brain and tired limbs. You crane your neck to look at him, meeting his lust-filled gaze. “Oh fuck, Nanami. I want it. Give it to me.”

He doesn’t hold back, per your request from earlier, and he does give it to you, fucking you feverishly into the mattress. Face buried into a pillow, biting to muffle the shameless moans spilling out of your mouth with each savage thrust. The bed frame starts to creak, his movements becoming more erratic as he approaches his second climax. He sputters nonsense, spilling inside you, too sensitive now to speak coherently. It takes a moment for him to calm down, pulling out slowly to watch his cum dribble out of you. With a pleased smile on your face, you crawl towards the middle of the bed, not caring about the mess, and retreat under the covers, closing your eyes. You feel the bed sink, Nanami joining beside you, arms wrapping you in a snug embrace, lips pressed to your forehead. 

“I’m sorry,” he starts. “I got a little carried away. I’m not usually like this.”

You let out a small laugh, opening your lids halfway. “That’s what they all say,” you tease him, resting your palm on his chest. 

“I mean it. If you feel at all concerned or offended by this, I – ”

You interrupt, placing a finger to his lips, shushing him. “Nanami, I liked it. A lot.” You hesitate before admitting, “I like you. A lot.”

His eyes widen at your confession. “What?”

Giggling, you repeat, “I like you, Nanami. I want to keep seeing you.” Suddenly, you feel embarrassed. You’re not even sure if he feels the same way about you. Quickly, you add, “If you don’t feel the same way, I understand. I can leave now if you want me to –”

It’s his turn to interrupt, this time with a kiss. It’s slow and smooth, no rush. When he breaks away, he whispers, “I like you, too. A lot. A whole lot.” 

You kiss again, relief and glee swelling in your chest. The two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms, his chin tucked to the top of your head, your face nestled into the crook of his neck. Your steady heartbeats lulling you into a peaceful slumber. 

~~~

Nanami can’t remember the last time he felt this kind of joy. In all honestly, maybe this is the first. 

He wakes up in the morning, the sun streaming through the curtain windows, illuminating his hotel room with a brilliant golden light. Best of all, she’s snuggled into his body, comfortable and cozy, as if she belongs here. It feels right. 

He watches her for a while before her eyelids flutter open. Catching him, she yawns, “Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost 10. We have to check out soon.”

Frowning, she says, “We’re out of time again.” 

He nuzzles his nose to hers. “Just for today. But you and me, we have all the time in the world now, don’t we?”

She beams at him. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”

They cuddle in silence for a few more moments before she suggests, “Want to get some croissants?”

Unable to contain his smile, he responds, “I thought you’d never ask.”

[hannahssimblr]

Shane arrives in the late afternoon, and suddenly we are five. In the aftermath of the storm, when the tarmac is black and the air is fragrant with petrichor we hike to the touristy side of the beach to have drinks at the Surf Shack. We wipe rain off the picnic benches and sit overlooking the sea. It’s choppy, the sand pockmarked with puddles, but the humid heaviness the last few days spent building has been lifted away, leaving crisp, fresh air in its place. At least for now.

Jen starts demanding everyone’s highlight reel of the past year after only two minutes of small talk, and we talk about how Joe broke his wrist playing frisbee, Jen applied to eleven business schools because she didn’t know what else to put on the forms, and Shane lost his virginity to some girl called Aishling in January, though getting that tidbit is like dragging information from a stone. To distract from our nudges and kissy noises Shane asks me about Michelle, which doesn't help, because then I have to tell them all that we broke up.

It instantly zaps the fun out of things and makes the boys awkward. They grumble vague condolences and start looking around the place like they can pull a less depressing topic of conversation out of the air. I remind myself not to mention her again. 

But they don’t have to sit in this particular discomfort for long, because our drinks arrive, carried by Liam, who invites a brand new one by lingering around the table and trying to make conversation. I grit my teeth and remember to be nice.

“Ah look who’s here!” He beams, “the gang are back together!”

“Hi Liam!” Jen’s tone is straining with enthusiasm, “good to see you again, you done your leaving cert?”

“I am indeed! Finished up there last week, t’was some slog, I’ll tell you that. I was just dying to get back out here to the beach and do a bit of surfing. The first group of kids doing the classes are to be down now on the first week of July, and sure then it’s go go go! But look, sure it’s great craic altogether, can’t complain.”

He’s met with blank stares. 

“Oh yeah! Sounds fun.” Jen says after a beat, “Well, it’s nice to see-”

“Having any parties or anything like that this summer?” he asks. 

“Um, well we’re not sure, but if we do we’ll invite you.” I give her a subtle kick beneath the table, which is a mistake, because she turns her huge, beaming smile on me. Her eyes glint threateningly, “You should ask Jude though, we’re staying at his house, so he gets to decide.”

“Yeah,” I say, “Um, we’ll invite you to whatever we’re doing, we just don’t know yet.” Fine. I want to say to Jen. I’ll invite him, but you can take care of him in the toilet when he’s hammered and sick after one beer. 

“That’d be so cool, thanks!” he says, “and I’ve something you can do too, as it happens. My dad is having the first karaoke night of the year down at the local pub next week, you know, just to kind of usher in the beginning of the busy season. You should definitely come along.”

“Karaoke?” Joe echoes, “you want us to sing songs?”

“Well who doesn’t like a good auld sing-song? It’ll be a bit of fun.”

“Probably not,” Joe then turns to Kasper to try and explain to him what is happening in simple English. “Nah, Karaoke, like, singing, and shit” he mutters, “like,” he holds an invisible microphone to his mouth, “la la la, bla bla bla, like, that, like.”

Look, maybe,” I tell Liam, “I don’t think we’re exactly singers here, but we might come to the pub anyway for a few drinks.”

“You might be compelled to belt out a tune or two while you’re there.”

“Stranger things have happened.”

“Alright!” he starts walking back to the Surf Shack, turning one more time to point into our faces, “Think of ye’re songs between now and then, will ya? Just in case you change your mind at some stage!” 

Jen looks at me expectantly once he’s gone, and I immediately groan, slumping in my seat under the weight of her expectation. “Fine, I’ll invite him to whatever party, Jen, but I’m not fucking doing karaoke.” 

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[the-sinister-story-teller]

we definitely need to see Charlie and male y/ns wedding, that story made me so happy and was written so well, Charlie would be the greatest partner ever

A/n: We really do though, and im more than HAPPY to write it! She would be the best partner!!

Will you..?~Charlie x Male!Reader (Part 2)

Mentions: Fluff!

Topic: Charlie and Y/n's wedding day!<3

"Shit!!" You hissed, holding your hand tightly as Angel peeked over, rushing to aid.

"Can you stop gettin' hurt before your weddin' damnit?!" Angel joked, wrapping the cut on your hand. It had been a bit since you and Charlie proposed to one another. You were partially in your suit, only you didn't have your jacket on, as you were trying to help set things up. Angel WAS supposed to be helping Charlie get ready. Nobody would let you help though, as for some rule you found kind of dumb.

"Can't help it...I have to help get shit done!" You exclaimed as Angel groaned, standing up.

"Ok fine, but I'm tellin' Lucifer, and I'm gonna go help Charlie." Angel sighed, walking off. Not long after, Lucifer approached you while you were setting some chairs up. You were stressing out, trying to have everything perfect. You wanted it perfect for Charlie, despite knowing she wouldn't mind it either way.

"You're stressing yourself out again Y/n." Lucifer said sternly as you winced, groaning.

"Yeah I-...Ugh...I know...I just want this to be perfect for Charlie.." You muttered and Lucifer shook his head.

"We've had this conversation too many times Y/n. She doesn't care what it-"

"I know she doesn't, but she deserves it." You firmly spoke as Lucifer went wide eyed for a bit before chuckling.

"You spoil her rotten," Lucifer laughed, patting your shoulder the best he could. "I knew you were right for her. You're doing great Y/n, don't think little of yourself when Charlie thinks so much of you."

"Thanks...Uh...Lucifer-" He cut you off instantly.

"Don't mention it." He chuckled, walking off to go help others. You kept on working, sitting down with some water.

"My, quite the worker today aren't you Y/n!" A radio tuned voice chuckled, making you grimace.

"Alastor...The hell do you want now." You snapped and Alastor cooed.

"Nothing! Can't a friend congratulate you for your marriage?" He chuckled, his grin burning into your head.

"I barely consider you an acquaintance, let alone a friend," You retorted, before continuing, "But thank you. I appreciate it-"

"Y/n! Go get ready!! You're supposed to be completely in your suit and waiting!" Nifty snapped, swatting a feather duster at your legs as you shrieked, jumping up.

"Ok, Ok! Damn I will! Sheesh..." You hissed under your breath, going up to the podium to wait, checking your watch expentently.

"Calm down Y/n. Nothing is late." Husk assured. You've known Husk for ages in hell. You knew about how Alastor was to him and everything. So, in result to that, he had the honor of being your best man.

"I just...Guess I've just got the jitters is all, heh." You laughed nervously, as you watched people sit down. A lot were close friends to Charlie. Rosie and some others from Cannibal Town, Carmilla Carvine shockingly enough, and residents of the hotel. You nor Charlie didn't mind it, you both actually appreciated their appearance.

"It's natural kid. Just ease up and focus on Charlie, alright?" Husk assured. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes before feeling a thump on your leg, opening your eyes, you went to look at Husk, but your gaze was directed to the beauty before you. Charlie was walking down the aisle, dressed in a gorgeous scarlet gown, with white lace at the end of the dress and around the rims. You stopped yourself from letting your jaw drop...

~CHARLIE POV~

I felt so anxious for some reason. It wasn't like me to feel this way, but I guess I was just nervous about everyone watching me. Dad let me hold his arm all the way, and I can't help but thank him for it. He was getting along with Y/n so well, like they were the best of friends. I couldn't help but giggle to myself as I waltzed down. My eyes met Y/n's, and I wasn't shocked to see him staring in utter shock. Only thing was, is if it was good shock or bad shock... I stepped onto the podium, facing Y/n fully now.

"Charlie you...Wow...You're breathtakingly beautiful..." He uttered quietly, making me snicker.

"You're stunning yourself Y/n..!" I muttered back. I wasn't sure who the 'pastor' wedding us was, but I didn't care. He began to introduce the crowd, and do all that wedding stuff. I was partially listening, but my mind was solely on Y/n. He looked so spiffy and formal in the suit, it was adorable! Once we got the the verses, he spoke his first, stammering on his lines every now and then. I can't hold back a giggle as he did so, before I spoke my lines confidently and proudly.

"Charlie, do you take Y/n L/n as your loving husband?" The pastor spoke, as I nodded.

"I do."

"Y/n, do you take Charlie Morningstar as your wedded wife?" The pastor asked Y/n, as he went bright red and nodded softly.

"I do.." He muttered, and the pastor couldn't even finish his next sentence before we kissed.

Oh do I adore Y/n..

[tirfpikachu]

as someone who has a complete distrust of anyone who labels themselves as radfems since they seem to be (at least a loud minority on every platform) straight up right-wing and racist, thank you for reminding me that some of yall are sane and normal. i don't consider myself a radical feminist by any means and i still dont want to touch the radfem community w a 10ft pole (im a transmasc lesbian of colour... i just cant trust it) but its cool to know theres some people who are normal over there. rock on

THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! I RARELY GET SUPPORT FROM YOUR SIDE OF THE TUNGLR BORDER SO I TRULY REALLY APPRECIATE IT 🙏 this made me smile so much!

i really am trying very hard to build my lil corner of radblr and encourage nuance, as well as fighting bigotry and tradwife type shit within radfem spaces! i'm trying to make people realize that all marginalized folks can learn to be better allies to one another, while still acknowledging afab/female-specific oppression & celebrating all kinds of gayness, including exclusive same-sex (agab) attraction; aka what's traditionally been called homosexuality. i want to welcome everyone who directly faces or has faced misogyny irl into complex feminist discussions in good faith without aggression, without slurs or unnecessary personal attacks. i want radfem/nuancefem talks to involve terms like male/female as purely sex-based terms like amab/afab, and for trans men to not be any less of a man in society just bc they're female, and ofc for trans women to be as much my sisters as any cis/bio woman so long as they still recognize their male/amab upbringing, and show equal respect to me & my specific struggles as a female person. i have had incredible talks with all kinds of folks in my server! from transmasc radfems to the most wonderful transfem allies, and some folks who add intersex/DSD nuance to our conversations. i don't believe in misgendering, slurs, or anything of the sort to do anything other than harm ppl who struggle with a very debilitating disorder, dysphoria, one that i struggled with for years and years. that's not the way to help anyone! we do still need more open talks about detransition, and plans on how to prevent even more detransitioners, since there really is a higher number of detrans cases than ever before. people who now, like me, struggle with reverse dysphoria and often need expensive procedures. i also want us to talk about transfem experiences, and just gnc male experiences in general, not just to offer support but also learn more about the intricacies of the patriarchy which is essential for my specific brand of radical feminism. i've nicknamed it as tirfism, or me being a nuancefem - a feminist who is against the way mainstream feminism & qweer activism is currently handling female-specific and homosexual issues, and aims to foster nuance on complex topics!

there are more of us than you'd ever imagine, and we're finally managing to find eachother. i highly recommend reading through @pokegyns for more nuanced takes from my lovely server friends. i believe trans voices are essential to nuancefeminism and tirfism, and i'm very blessed to have lovely transmasc & transfem mods on my server. they provide fascinating insights that we really need right now. it's also very comforting to know that there are nuanced trans people in the modern world... sometimes it feels like the lgbt community is completely close-minded to discussions of female-specific oppression and homosexuality. but that actually isn't the case! i think there's a lot of discomfort going around feminist & lgbtq communities, and it's reaching the boiling point. so long as people like you anon are out there willing to research and learn more about non-transphobic, anti-conservative radical feminism and dispell myths about us, i know we will be alright in the end and a bridge between all the marginalized communities is still possible in the near future if we keep working on it. thank you so much for reaching out!!

[shuamorollss]

won't you smile, I'm shooting a movie!

” I'll see you around. ”— the start of every love story ever.

hyung line / gn!reader, fluff, kinda angsty, (2.3k wc) thank u sm for proofreading my lovey @leaderwon . . . warnings— conflicting violence on heeseung's, reader gets minor injury on sunghoon's, tell me if i missed anything!

note— I wrote all of this at school surprisingly (cause we rlly didn't do shit the whole day <//3 just complying missing requirements which i already did) So pls do enjoy this!! + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

taglist— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow

LEE HEESEUNG. . . highschool au

You got in trouble for beating up a two-faced bully. Even it was fighting a bully, how were you the only one who got serious penalising? Good question. A classmate told you about their situation and you didn't hesitate to approach the one who provoked your classmate and give them a rough taste of your fist. Since you were the one who attacked first, the bully didn't get the same punishment as they were just minding their own business. You weren't in a real good mood that day and had you acted so recklessly, but hey, you gave that bully a black eye so maybe it wasn't such a loss.

The school charges you to mop the whole gym until every corner of the ground is shiny in just a day. The school gym is huge, you wouldn't be able to finish mopping the whole gym in just one day, yet you have to, even if it means you have to go home very late at night.

You didn't have any problem with this punishment though, unlike the other ones that were given to past delinquents, they were way more gross to what they're making you do, so you were a tiny bit thankful that they only ordered you to mop the ground.

You started cleaning after the basketball team's practice, already late since this was after school hours, then again, you didn't mind.

You were quietly mopping until a man barged in the door, flinching at the sudden blare of the door.

You gazed at the figure standing right at the door to see Heeseung frozen in place.

Your eyes locked onto each other as he took small steps inside the gym.

" And you are..? " You asked loudly, the echo reaching to the man's ears.

" Heeseung. Basketball team captain. " He answered sternly, reluctantly proceeding inside.

" What are you doing here so late at night? " You raised a brow, still mopping the floor.

" To practice? What about you? "

" You can't practice , I'm cleaning right now... And aren't you supposed to be going home? "

" Why can't I? " Heeseung's brows furrowed, completely ignoring your question.

" It's my punishment, I have to mop the gym floor, can't stop until every corner of this floor is shiny. " You halt from what you were doing, taking a break to ease your numb arms.

Heeseung understood your situation so he headed toward the bleachers, wanting to not make any more mess to the floor you have worked hard on cleaning. You were dumbfounded why he still stayed inside the gym rather than just leaving, like what any normal person would do.

" Alright, I won't practice, but are you sure you can finish mopping all of this in just one night? " You shifted your gaze at where the man was sitting, " I ask myself the same thing every minute passes, but I think I can manage. "

Heeseung didn't plan on leaving the gym while you were in there, originally, he wanted to patiently wait for you to finish so he could start practicing on his own, though things took a turn, already having the assumption that you won’t be finishing anytime soon.

Though, he felt bad leaving after trying to stand by, so he tried to keep you company for the night, entertained you with silly topics to save you from the boredom of your chore. You were at disarray the first few minutes he entered due to his cold demeanor and the unlikeable first impression, though as time passes by inside the gym with him, you get to enjoy every conversation he starts. Feeling very much awake every time he lets out a word that gets you genuinely laughing. You weren't much of a talker so you didn't have a say in anything, letting the man share the stuff he deems to share.

However when Heeseung ran out of topics to talk about, he realized that he didn’t wish to leave yet, and he most especially didn't want to stay silent and have the awkward air take over; so he stood up and made his way to the gym storage room, then exiting the room with a mop on his grasp.

To your surprise started mopping with you at the other end of the court, which you find yourself dumbfounded once again by his sudden action.

You interrupted him from what he's doing yet he still insisted on the work. You let out an awkward laugh, knowing well that the man won't be leaving you anytime soon.

Time check… 9:37 PM

You two have finally finished your mopping duty, letting out a triumphant cheer, Heeseung putting his hands up for a high five in which you mirrored. Knowing that it was only the two of you left, you two quickly take your respective bags and leave the school grounds.

Heeseung halted his steps by the time he reached the gate, stopping you from your tracks as well, clueless on his frozen figure.

" Before we went our separate ways, I didn't catch your name the whole time we were inside. " He laughed. Your eyes widened by the realization, you didn't want to seem so mysterious to the other so you happily exposed your name to him, " Y/n, I'm Y/n. "

" Oh… I hope to see you around in the future, Y/n. " He flashed a smile in which you did the same, slowly continuing your track until your figure had become completely blurry to the man's vision.

Heeseung quietly repeats the name that has entered his ear. Y/n… definitely a name he will never forget.

PARK JONGSEONG. . . regency era au

Jongseong was overwhelmed with the amount of mothers wanting to talk to him for their daughters, and so he exited the abode to catch some fresh air. He was glad for the amount of women wanting him to be their suitors yet he wasn't planning to be in a relationship at this point of life.

He only wanted to come to this party to finally get to interact with others as a normal man in the town and yet because of his charming looks, women swooned, attempting to hog his attention several times and of course, Jay was not delighted.

Though thankfully, he did get to have a conversation with one guest at that party.

Jay settled on a terrace, which was fortunately empty, much to his satisfaction of being alone.

" What are you doing out here? " Jay hears your voice behind, not taking notice.

" Sir, the party's inside. " you politely added.

" I'm not feeling great to proceed inside. " The man answered, his eyes not leaving the night sky above.

You tilt your head in order to view the other yet to no avail, leaving you no choice but to stand right beside him.

In truth, this was your abode, your parents have planned this small party pretty much to your dismay. You didn't like socializing with other women and their never ending discussion of yearning validation from men. You didn't seek those kinds of conversations so you always hid in the terrace of your home, in other words, your safe space. No one had any interest in going anywhere outside your home since the real fun happens inside, which made you delighted, meaning that no one else except you, get to enjoy the wonderful view your terrace beholds.

But now there's another person here, seeking the same fresh air as yours.

You had mixed feelings about this since you weren't fond of interactions with other people although you were also intrigued having to have subtle similarities with the man beside you right at this moment.

" Are you perhaps tired too? " You started.

" Physically, no. Socially? yeah. " The man replied, escaping a long sigh as he said 'yeah'. " I must say, we're quite similar then. "

You both went quiet for a while, this is what you two craved for anyway. The silent sounds coming from nature were relaxing, and it totally increased Jay's social battery.

" Imagine attending a luxurious party like this one and not having the time to socialize with people. "

" I was entertaining people earlier, " The man retorts. " It just felt suffocating staying there for a long period of time. "

" I also saw a hoard of women wanting your attention. "

" Oh please, I'm not interested in being a suitor in any way. "

" Perfect. I'm not interested in being wed anytime soon, so that gives us another point on the similarity system. "

After a few other chit-chatting, the both of you felt somehow... comfortable. Spending all the precious party time on the tranquil terrace.

Jay found out days later that your family was the one who held the party, sulking to himself about the never ending thought that he must've been disrespectful towards you during the night at the terrace. As a result, he plans to speak to you again just for him to give you his sincere apologies.

SIM JAEYUN. . . brother's best friend trope

Sim Jaeyun worked extra hard every day of his precious life. He never has time to spare unless it's hanging out with your brother.

You are in a very wealthy family so you didn't need to work hard… yet. Though seeing your brother's best friend being so passionate about his hard work made you swoon, you wanted to feel connected to him somehow.

Jake had already lingered quite the feelings for you, though he didn't commit to it, due to the major difference between your world and his.

He only stuck by your family's side due to your parents never ending guidance on Jake's journey in his life, he didn't want to just bail on your family after all the help that they had given him and his family through the years.

Even if things go rough on his end, the thought of giving up never overtook him. Because the people he cherished a whole lot were always there to support him, especially you; and because of that, you came to admire him… and by admire, you developed a crush on him.

You brushed off the fact that he wasn't wealthy, you loved him and wanted him to be yours and that was all that spiraled in your brain.

You and Jake had a neutral relationship, after all, he's your brother's best friend, meaning, he visits your home when every opportunity strikes.

Howbeit… the last time he had visited was also the last time you two have talked.

Jake decided to sleep in your home for the night, and none of you nor your family minded. It was midnight when you felt your stomach grumbling, craving for anything edible would do since it extremely bothered you from falling asleep.

You went downstairs to your kitchen, checking the refrigerator to check for anything to satisfy your appetite. You ended up cooking yourself fried rice and Sunny Side up eggs. You assumed the frying sounds of the pan didn't cause anyone to wake from their slumber.

" Hey. " A raspy voice took you by surprise, turning around to see a man standing by the entrance of the kitchen. His broad shoulders and muscled biceps making it obvious it was Jake.

" Why are you awake? " You asked, cracking the eggs out of the pan.

" It was the smell coming from here so I thought I'd come and check it out. " The raspy tone of his voice sent you shivers, you were a complete stranger for the sudden atmosphere created in the kitchen. You felt nervous speaking to him, yet you have to if you want your relationship with him to develop… chances are low but it wouldn't hurt to try.

" That smells good. What're you cooking? " He leaned on the counter, attempting to take a closer look at the dish you were cooking.

You went to the fridge once more to get another egg. " You want one? " you quietly asked.

Jake hummed as an agreement, " Scrambled or sunny side? " you asked.

" Scrambled. "

" Alrighty. "

After cooking, you two quietly feast on your midnight meals. Jake initiated a conversation between you and him and the talk took longer than expected.

Causing things to have things slipped out of your tongue telling him things he shouldn't have heard, so in return, Jake also exposed himself to things people shouldn't know (honestly, you're an exception for him).

It was a long night and you were glad to have known a lot about the man you always found ravishing. Even in the dark you could still trace his messy hair and his alluring face, and with that you still find yourself falling deep into a hole.

Jake insisted on washing the dishes for the night, since you already cooked him a delicious meal. You cleaned the counter you both ate on and the two of you talk throughout the chore.

You extremely enjoyed his company, and you wanted more interactions with him like this in the future; when you both talk continuously like old close friends.

Yet the next day he was gone, took off, left, just like that.

Your brother said that there was an emergency involving his family, so you brushed it off, expecting for his return soon.

Days of waiting for weeks, months, even years. You lost hope of ever reuniting with Jake.

Until the day came when he unexpectedly walked into your home, carrying luggage, wearing formal attire, happily greeting your family due to his return.

… and you felt more of a nervous wreck than excited to see him after years.

PARK SUNGHOON. . . ice skating au

Park Sunghoon is a busy man, he has no time to mingle with people and so he doesn't seek romantic relationships.

He never spends a day without practicing his skills on the ice rink. Everyday and night he has been seen there performing tricks for his next competition, aiming to be in the olympics someday, so he works his hardest to be as skillful as the ones who have been nominated there.

You are as passionate as Sunghoon when it comes to Ice skating, and you look up to him a whole lot. Visiting the very same ice rink he always goes to and watching him practice always makes your day. You wanted to be like him so bad, and you were desperate to learn his ways.

You were no one to Sunghoon, he had no idea about your existence, yet you didn't mind. You were a big fan of his skills and talents and that was all you admired him for.

One day you wanted to test your own skills on the rink, so you visited the rink very late at night for the first time, making you relieved knowing no other people but you are in the area. You didn't want anyone else seeing you fail miserably.

You were an experienced skater, but you never got to try other stunts and so you were willing to attempt them on this very night.

As you start to skate your way in the middle of the rink, you start practicing yourself.

Unbeknownst to you the man watching you train from the side of the rink right at this moment. He had sparkles in his eyes when he saw you at the center, skating passionately with your eyes closed. It's like you trust yourself too much to not fall down, you trust yourself too much to have your eyes shut the whole time he was observing you.

He came to admire your courage, he suddenly felt inspired. Other than being surprised and pissy for not being the only person in the rink, he felt connected and somehow, after what he just witnessed, he felt like he had to get to know you and your ways.

" Hey. " He spoke loudly, you opened your eyes in a state of panic, causing you to lose concentration and slip completely to the ground, feeling a sudden sting as your bottom landed straight on the ice.

Sunghoon gasped at the sight, almost feeling the pain you felt from quite a distance. He swiftly skate his way towards you, " I'm so sorry, oh my god— Are you okay?! " His eyes widened as he checked your state. He placed his arms under your shoulders in an attempt to lift you up.

You were baffled to have Park Sunghoon talk to you right now… no, having The Park Sunghoon to get you out of your skating trance, causing you the pain you're feeling right now… How dare he?! you internally fumed.

You only nodded in response, quietly hissing at your painfully bruised hips. Sunghoon felt extremely guilty for the minor injury he had caused, thus escorting you out of the rink and advised you to sit on the bleachers for a while.

Sunghoon continuously apologized for what he caused, yet you kept repeating the words " It's alright! " Though both of you know damn well it wasn't.

" No, this would totally affect your skating, what if the pain becomes permanent? don't act so calm about it! " Sunghoon sneered, you hold your laugh at how adoringly cute his worried state is.

" I bet the pain will be gone tomorrow, Sunghoon… I'm sorry for making you worry. "

" No, I'm sorry. "

" But— "

" No, don't even. " Sunghoon cutted off, you were unable to strike a rebuttal without the other interrupting you once again, so you gave up.

There was silence for a few seconds then breaking the deafening atmosphere with a soft chuckle escaping your lips, causing Sunghoon to get flustered for unknown reasons.

After a few minutes of sitting on the bleachers with Sunghoon as your company, you finally gained the strength to get back to the rink again.

Sunghoon dislikes having other people at the rink this late at night, he's extremely content being all by himself. However that might actually change, unknowingly wanting you around more than just now…

You both ought to learn a thing or two from each other.

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[carl-grimes-fav-wife]

You and me Always, Forever Part 1 Carl Grimes x Female reader

THESE AREN'T MY CHARACTERS THEY ARE FROM THE WALKING DEAD SHOW Warnings: Blood, Mention of death, Cursing, Reader calling Daryl daddy (non sexual way he's her father you fool). N/n stands for nickname TEXT MEANING Purple: Y/n speaking Blue: Carl speaking Green: Other characters speaking Red: Sexual content/Topic Pink + Italics: Thoughts TIME PERIOD: END OF SEASON 3- START OF SEASON 4 Requested: No

He stood there. The boy that had been my best friend since the beginning of this whole shit show. Maggie was holding his newborn baby sister covered in blood. Rick was crying and screaming. But the only thing I was focused on was Carl. The poor boy had just lost his mom and his father wasn’t really comforting him. I was debating on whether or not to hug him. I ended up deciding to hug him. I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him. “I’m so sorry Carl. I’m so, so sorry.” I said. He just stood there for a minute before hugging me back. “I-I killed her- I- I killed my mom, y/n…” I started to stroke his hair. “You did what you had to Carl. It’s not your fault. You’re not a bad person .” He just kept crying. I felt awful. His father went into the section Lori had died in. “Shh it’ll be okay Carl…”

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A few weeks later Daryl and Maggie had just recently gotten back from getting baby supplies. I was sitting in Carl's cell with him with his baby sister. "She's really cute. You pick a name out yet?" "Yeah I guess she is... And no not yet" "Oh shit dads back. You good if I leave for a little bit? My dad just got back and-“ Carl had cut me off “JUST STOP Y/N! I'M NOT A BABY, I'M FINE TO BE BY MYSELF!” “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make it seem like I thought you were... Never mind. I'll talk to you later Carl." I said walking off. "He just needs time to cool off... This is a lot for him. After all were still just kids." I took a few minutes before I went to find my dad. Once I did find him I walked over to him and hugged him. "HI daddy! Welcome back. I have a question. Do you think Carl will ever be happy again?" "Eventually. Yer just gotta give the kid some time. Alright, Pumpkin?" My dad said, hugging me back and kissing my forehead. "Okay daddy. Thank you." "Course pumpkin. I'd do anythin for ya sweetie. I'm gonna go check on Rick. Justa make sure Carl's alright?" "Okay daddy. Cya later!" I said running off to check on my bestfriend. "Cya sweetheart."

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A few months later "I hate her Carl! Ugh why did my dad have to bring her back here!" I said pacing back and forth in Carl's cell. "I dunno. What's so bad about her I think she's sorta nice." He said while laying on his bed "Carl! You're supposed to be on MY side! She's so annoying I hate her. I dunno why my dad even likes her she's not even that pretty." I stopped to look at him "You don't know for sure if he even likes her. She JUST got here. He's just being nice. I dunno what you want me to say Y/n." He looked over at me "Just listen I guess? You're my best friend. And he definitely does like her. I mean c'mon when is Daryl nice to anyone? Plus its not like you're happy with your dad either. After he let the governors people in." "But Y/n he found her. It's different. I wouldn't think to much about it. But anyways. You talk a lot. And you talk with your hands a lot" "Rude. And I do not!" "Its the truth n/n" "Whatever." "C'mon Y/nnnn don't be like that." "Ill do whatever I want." "You're cute when you're upset." "What?" "Nothing" "Carl I actually didn't hear you- whatever." I said sitting next to his bed "I'll tell you someday. Promise." He put his hat on my head and I smiled. "I'll hold you to that then, Grimes." "I know you will. Dixon." ----------------------------------- It had only been a few weeks since I had that conversation with Carl. We both thought things would get better. But boy, were we wrong. The governor had attacked again. Hershel died. Michonne almost died. I got separated from Carl. I thought the world was as shitty as it could get before but no. Without him everything seemed way worse. I was constantly worried if he was alive or not. I hope he was. I dunno what I'd do if I never saw him and his pretty blue eyes again. I'd probably die. This is all so weird. Before the apocalypse being friends with a boy would be weird. But now a boy's my best friend. And to make this whole shit show better when I got separated I also stuck with Valerie. I'm pretty sure my dad likes her. He acts like it. All I want is to just see my dad and Carl again. That's all I care about. They're all I care about. I will admit she can keep me alive. Sort've. But how long till she can't? ----------------------------------- Carl's POV No. No. I wish this was a all just a bad dream. But it wasn't. In the span of a few months I lost my mom, sister, and bestfriend. I used to think girls had cooties but now? Now I don't think their all that bad. I mean hell my bestfriends a girl. Probably the nicest and prettiest girl I've ever seen but that doesn't matter. What matters is making sure she didn't die. The only thing really stopping me from that is my dad. God I hate saying that but after we left the prison he was so beat up. He's trying but he's really starting to piss me off. He's acting as if he's stronger than me. He usually is but with the condition his in right now. He's practically useless. I get he's trying to protect me cause I'm his son and he just lost his daughter but still. I'm not a baby anymore and I don't need him treating me like one. He's doing an okay job taking care and protecting me now. But how long till he can't? ----------------------------------- Y/ns POV

Holy shit. It's him. It's actually him. I didn't think I'd ever see him again. I didn't know I could be this happy to see someone. HOLY SHIT. Dad was with them too?! I started crying. I was so happy. But dad didn't seem to notice me. He ran right to Valerie. Saying I was pissed and hurt was an understatement. But if he wanted to hug her first I would hug Carl first. I ran over to Carl and he ran to me and we hugged each other. "I thought I'd never see you again." "I didn't think I'd ever see you again ever either... Oh my god I love you so much Y/n. I lost Judith and I thought I lost you. I wouldn't be able to live with both of you gone. God I love you so much." I pulled away from him and looked at him. Still somewhat hugging. "Wait- Judith- she's? You love me?" "Yeah... I don't really wanna talk about it... And of course I do. You mean a lot to me." "I dunno what to say Carl... I love you too." "You do?" "Yeah... Yeah I do." "Good." He kissed my cheek and hugged me again. "I'd do anything for you, Y/n."

----------------------------------- I hoped you enjoyed! Sorry if it wasn't the best it's my first fanfic! Part two should be up soon!

[department-of-landing-strategies]

Incorrect Quotes Time but every quote is sourced from OSP (part 1)

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(Percy and Audrey showing first years around as Head Boy and Head Girl)

Percy: Please note, we don't condone violence. Or at least not murder and usually not violence

Audrey: We condone sending a message

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(Whatever thing/being the group summoned trying to pass as Oliver)

Possessed!Oliver: What ho, fellow humans! Are you enjoying having skin today?

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(Conversations that happen when showing Marcus and Percy muggle stuff are usually weird, and that weirdness is only Percy's and Marcus's fault half the time)

Penelope: Short one?! That's a low blow, sir.

Audrey: The polite term is "manlet", my good man. I will also accept being adressesed as "short king"

Oliver: 's like the term is "twink", motherfucker!

Penelope: No, I'm going with "manlet", that was great.

Audrey: Oh, thank you.

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(The amount of conversations the group have had a that involve tea past two sentences are in the double digits, which for a group that involves three divination students may or may not be surprising)

Percy: I have been in a cycle of: putting the kettle on, letting the water boil, walking away from it, coming back ten minutes later - "did I put the kettle on?" - putting the kettle on again, walking away, forgetting about it, coming back ten minutes later - "I don't think the kettle's been on" - putting the kettle on - and then just never making the tea, just constantly re-boiling the same water over and over again until it's all evaporated and I no longer have any water to drink.

Audrey: Are you sure you aren't secretly in hell? Because it sounds like you might be in hell.

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Marcus: There is a certain, like, genre of wine mom who will take a sip of something and be like "oooh this is dangerous" - that's the same type of enegry as dads who will walk outside without a jacket and say "whoof! BRISK." And that is ME. I do that!

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(Percy learning to fly while in Anamgi form and getting stuck)

Penny: The birb is stuck

Oliver: Oh no, the birb is-

Penny: Wait hold on. [Percy manages to break free] Oh darn it

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(Audrey stopping a fight)

Audrey: Oh, it's a Slytherin and a Gryffindor duelling. Don't worry, you'll both lose.

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(A drunk Marcus when asked about the topic of sleeves)

Marcus: I'm a sleeve hater with very high standards, alright? If, I'm going to be displaying these deadly wepons I wanna do it in a nice case, y'know

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(Audrey has never had any fear and will never fear the Voldy unless she sees him use an unforgivable in person)

Audrey: Tell Voldy, we're coming for him. Dear a terrible dark lord, eat shit. Signed, the group you decided to piss off.

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(Audrey watching Marcus try to reign in Draco during Chamber of Secrets)

Audrey: You are having a great time here.

Marcus: I am distinctly not

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(Quidditch practice between Percy and Oliver at dawn)

Percy: I'm glad someones having fun here

Oliver: It's me

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(Post group horcux hunt)

Penny: Let us never do that again

Percy: Yeah, FUCK that guy!

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Best friends… forever? | Chapter 9

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"So... Aren't you two forgetting something?" Bruno asks Rúben and Mila.

He’s managed to get the whole “Portuguese gang”, as he likes calling themselves, at Bernardo’s house to have dinner one last time before everyone goes their own way for the holidays.

"I don't know what you are talking about" Mila says, her hopes of getting away without Bruno mentioning his favourite topic of conversation, gone.

“What about you, Rúben?” he asks him.

"Nothing" he shrugs.

"Oh, c'mon" Bruno complains, rolling his eyes. "The kiss!"

"Oh, that" Mila whispers, suddenly finding a loose strand on the sofa very entertaining.

"Do we have a video?" Diogo asks.

"Nope" Rúben says.

"You haven't kissed then?"

"We have not."

"Then you must do it. Now."

"Bruno..." his wife warns him. "Let them be."

"Why? We made a deal!" he says.

"But can't you see that something has happened?" she whispers.

"They've been acting very weird since they arrived, that's true" Bernardo adds.

"Did you argue?" Diogo asks them.

"We didn't argue" Rúben replies.

"Then what happened?"

"Oh, nothing, Diogo. Just that before we left the house, Rúben couldn't resist it and he ate me out on the dining table because I apparently looked too beautiful, making the fact that now you all want us to kiss, even more awkward" Mila says to herself.

She knows they won't be happy with just a peck, they'll ask for a proper kiss. And she also knows that, if that happens, she won't be able to hold herself and they'll kiss like they always do, like they need the other to breathe.

And their friends aren’t stupid, they will definitely know something is going on. Something that, besides the fact that she isn’t able to say no to having sex with Rúben, will only put more pressure on her and on trying to figure out what the hell does she feel for him. On what she wants.

"Seriously, guys. Let it be" Bruno's wife says. "You've clearly made them uncomfortable."

"But it is just a kiss!" Bruno protests.

"Ok, fine" Mila says, grabbing Ruben's chin, making him face her and kissing him. It isn't a proper kiss, but it isn't a peck either, so hopefully that'll be enough for them. "Happy?"

"In the slightest" Bruno says, crossing his arms over his chest. "What do you think, guys?"

"I think they could do more" Diogo shrugs. "Girls?"

"I think you all are annoying as hell" his girlfriend says.

"Thank you" Mila replies.

"If we give you a proper kiss, will you finally leave us alone? Do you promise that you will stop?" Rúben asks.

"Promise" Bruno says, moving his hand to his heart.

"Promise" Diogo says, doing the same.

"Alright then" Rúben says, getting up from the sofa and offering Mila his hand.

"This is a mistake" she whispers as she gets up.

"Are you ready?" Rúben asks.

"Ready!" Bruno says, his phone on his hand.

"Then let's get this over with" he says, grabbing Mila’s face with both hands and kissing her.

At first it feels like a normal kiss, nothing different. But then his thumb brushes against her cheek, and the control Mila had, is gone. She kisses him back with more passion, with more need. And so does he. When her hands move to his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to her, his do the same, moving from her face to her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

"Holy shit" Mila hears Bruno say when they finally break apart. Her hands are now around Rúben's neck, their eyes fixed on the other, both of them panting a bit. "You've definitely kissed like that before. Definitely."

"I'm pretty sure they've done more than kissing" Diogo chuckles. "These two are already fucking!"

"What?" Rúben and Mila say at the same time, looking at him.

"Don't look at me like that, you know it is the truth" he shrugs. "That's why you were being so awkward around each other today, because you were afraid we would notice."

"That's stupid" Mila says with a nervous laugh.

"Is it?" Diogo insists.

"Are you... Are you guys..." Bruno's wife asks. "I mean, it did look like that wasn't your first kiss."

"But it was" Mila says.

"Ha!" Diogo laughs.

"It was" she repeats.

"That's what you say. What about you, Rúben? Is it true that this is your first kiss?" Diogo asks him.

"It is, yes."

"Liars! Bruno, say something. I'm sure you don't believe them either."

"I don't know if I believe them or not, but that was the hottest kiss I have ever seen" he replies.

"Bruno!" his wife says, hitting him in the arm.

"What? Aren't you turned on? Like, not even a little bit?"

"Oh, God" Mila says, rolling her eyes. "I'm going home."

"Running away because we discovered your secret?" Diogo asks with a teasing smile.

"Fuck you, Dalot" she says, grabbing her bag and leaving.

“Mila… Mila, wait” Rúben says, following her.

“I want to be alone.”

“Let me drive you home.”

“I said I want to be alone, Rúben.”

“But…”

“Alone” she says again without looking at him, his heart shrinking a bit. “I need to be alone.”

“Will you at least text me when you make it home? Tell me that you are ok?” Rúben asks her, moving his hand to grab hers. But she avoids his touch, making the feeling on his chest almost painful.

“I will” she says, opening the door of Bernardo’s house and leaving.

[thewritersaddictions]

First Kiss: Nancy Wheeler- TextBooks

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Fluff, study session, studying, friends to lovers trope, slight teasing, LGBTQ+.

Summary: Nancy can’t help but love the way your nose scrunchies up when you can’t get a topic.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.9k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Series Master List // First Kiss Master List

“Y/n’s here” I heard Mrs.Wheeler shoutout from where we stood at the front door. The door stayed wide as Mrs.Wheeler stood there waiting for her daughter to come down the stairs. “So, you guys are gonna work on some school stuff?” Mrs.Wheeler asked. Her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail. My backpack is slung around only one of my shoulders and the weight is pulling down my shoulders. “Just working on some projects, Mrs.Wheeler,” I say wanting this uncomfortable conversation to end before it can even start. 

“Well, you know what the kids say nowadays…” Mrs.Wheeler says, but her sentence is cut short when Nancy comes running down the stairs. “Alright Mom, thanks for whatever you were doing. The two of us are gonna go upstairs now.” Nancy said pulling me into the house by my wrist and dragging me up the stairs.

She shuts her door after nearly throwing me into the room. “Shit, Nancy. What’s with all the throwing and dragging me around for?” I ask trying to catch my breath as I drop my bookbag onto her floor. 

She giggles but turns around with a smile on her face. “Just didn’t want my mom being weird like she always is,” Nancy commented, before reaching into her own bookbag and grabbing any school book material she could.

She pulled out the many textbooks and all other sorts of pages and books that were stuffed into her bag. Laying them all out on her bed, I stood by her bed with my own books in my hands. I didn’t want to invade her space, so I moved to sit on her window bench. It had a few throw pillows from her bed and a throw blanket on it. 

I had watched her in class, and let’s be honest with each other. I knew that Nancy was ten times smarter than me, and so with us being friends, I had if she would tutor me. Just to help me get a little further in the class not like I was falling behind or anything, but I sure could be doing better. I asked, and of course, Nancy was more than willing to help. 

I remember asking her in lunch. She was sitting down with Robin swirling food around in her Tupperware container. “Hey, Nancy do you think that you can help me study for our upcoming science test? I’m just not understanding the topic.” I said, exposing myself to be rejected but there was a happy lopsided smile on her face along with Robins. Almost like Robin had just known that I was going to ask. “Sure of course I can help ya, Y/n.” She said with a wink and I walked around with a happy smile on my face, and as I walked away I heard Robin say. 

“I told you if you didn’t make a move she was gonna do it sooner or later. You can’t just be walkin’ around and teasing the shit out of her without her noticing.” Robin said, but I didn’t hear anything that Nancy said. So, I waited until the day I drove down to Nancy’s house. 

I was still standing caught up in my thoughts and my head. “Y/n? Are you alright?” She asked. I shook my head leaving my trance, “Yeah I’m fine. I just..” I went to sit down on the window bench. “Hey, wait don’t you want to sit down next to me?” Nancy asked, patting the bedside. I mumbled a small “yeah” I could feel the blush cross against my face and kept my face looking downwards as I made my way towards her bedside. “Just take off your shoes, sweetheart,” Nancy said. I shuttered at her words and stubbed my shoes off with my toes.

My socks slid a bit down as I climbed up onto her soft and cozy bed. “Are you comfortable?” Nancy asked, she was looking at me with such contentment in her eyes. I shook my head, not really knowing what to say. I could hear her younger brother from the other side of the door. “Is he always that loud?” I asked, not even answering her question. She scoffed and rolled her eyes before getting up and opening her bedroom door screaming in the large house for her brother Mike to shut up. 

When she turned around she asked the same question again. “Yeah, your room is pretty.” I commented like a fucking idiot. I was so stupid, she probably didn’t care that I noticed how pretty her room was. “Oh well thank you. I decorated myself.” Nancy said proudly, as she came back to her bed. 

“So what was it that you needed help with Y/n?” Nancy asked me. I flipped through my papers, quizzes we had taken before the end of the last week. I had taken the time and grathereed all my materials before ending over to Nancys house wanting to be prepared. I brought out my quizzes less afraid of showing off my horrible scores to Nancy. “Look normally I get a great grade on most of my quizzes and struggled through the tests that Mr.Hansen gives us, but this time most of my quizzes back looking like shit. All of his stupid little red circles around most of the numbers.” I said in a frustrated huff. 

Nancy touched my shoulder gently before she took the papers from my hands and gave them a short look over. Before she rolled her eyes and laughed a little, “Mr. Hansen got half of these circles wrong. You see here.” Nancy said looking over at me, dragging my attention to her nicely pampered nails. Painted over with pretty pink shellac.

“Okay,” I said before watching as Nancy moved her fingers all over the paper telling me that only half of the ones that Mr.Hensen circled were actually wrong. “And it seems to me that the ones that are actually wrong, are wrong on both quizzes we took so that narrow do what we have to study for,” Nancy said with a beautiful smile plastered on her face. 

Like an idiot all I said was “oh”. Was I sad that maybe todays study session would run short and I wouldn’t get to spend the time with Nancy that I wanted. All I wanted was to tell Nancy about my feelings, and all my brain was able to think about was hearing Robin at lunch nearly a week ago. What was Robin talking about? I wondered just how blind I might be towards Nancy’s advancements. 

“Y/n? You still here with me?” Nancy asked her hand resting on my criss crossed thighs. I looked down and back up at her. “I’m fine, just wanted to get to work.” I said sharply. Reaching into my own bookbag from over the edge of the bed to grab a pencil, and highlighter. “Alright why don’t we just work on the vocab, for right now. I’ve got flashcards for us to use.” 

We worked this for a while. Nancy would name off a vocabulary word, and I sit there scrunched up next to her as I guess the words definition. Some where good, I would get it right away, and on others I was stuck. But instead of being mean about not being able to get it, Nancy would sit there with the prettiest smile on her face and encourage me to look through my notes, quizzes, and any other thing I had resting infront of me. 

An hour later when I was finally able to get through all her flashcards did we move on. “What about if I write down the word, then maybe you write down the definition,” Nancy suggested. “Sure we can do that,” I said softly into my shoulder. For an hour I listened to her speak. Voice smooth and soft, a voice you would use with a newborn baby. It was so calming that I hadn’t even noticed how fast time had gone by. “Here you go, sweetheart.” She said, handing me a piece of paper.

In her persistent and cursive handwriting was written every single word that we had just worked through. "Write the definition and we will see how many you get right. Maybe I’ll even a surprised if you’re okay with that.” My brows furrowed down at her comment but my brain was already working to give me the answers. I worked and wrote down in cursive a little sloppier than Nancy’s definition. As I worked my nose crunched up, and I was getting more and more trusted by the ability of not being able to understand the words or their meaning. 

When I handed back the paper our fingers brushed and it shot a tingle up my back. “Alright let’s see how good you did sweetheart.” Nancy said, as she glided her finger down the side of the paper. Looking through her own flashcards she marked every single one. I thought I had done good, but the marks that Nancy were making where on single number. “Alright here you go, Y/n. I’d say that you did perfectly.” She said. With shock I looked down at the paper. Every single mark was a green check mark, all of them had been right. 

I turned out of instinct. “Do I still get my surprise?” I asked, not as timid like before. She a smile on her face, turned and looked over at me. “Only if you say yes.” Confused I conunited to look at Nancy. “Would you be okay with me kissing you? Just a soft little kiss on your lips?” She said her hand raising up to my lips and a finger brushing down my top and bottom lip. I swallowed hard. My heart beating faster and faster then I think it had ever beat before. 

I shook my head, but then said, “Only if you’re okay with it Nance.” she smiled once more before leaning in close to my lips. “Of course I’m okay with it silly.” She said. Once her lips press into mine I can’t help but stop breathing. My eyes close half lidded by the buzzing feeling I was getting all over my body. Nancy was so gentle with me, her hand coming up to cup my cheek. I had never felt so much happier then right then in that moment. With Nancy pressed up into me, her hands keeping me close to her as we kissed until we were out of breath. 

When we finally broke away from each other. There was a slight layer of blush brushed over Nancy's cheeks, and the tips of her ears were bright red. I could feel my own skin burning, but I didn’t care. “How was that for a first kiss?” Nancy asked. I smirked, “How about how was that for a first kiss?” I asked changing her question only a little. She smirked back at me, “Your first huh? I’m your first kiss Y/n?” Nancy asked. I shook my head and reached over the pile of papers and writing utensils. Kissing her back for the first time. I moaned into the kiss and kept my hands above her head. Nancy moaned into the kiss, her hands wrapping around my waist, and when we broke away for the second time. We battled for the small space between the two of us. “You’ve got the best-tasting lips!” Nancy said, with a suggestive wink, “Well you’ve got the most kissable lips.” I said giggling.

Completed on: 02/07/23

Posted on: 02/08/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

[kaycode1999]

Hey! I wanted to ask for a match up if it was alright? If it's not, I'm sorry and I won't bother again. If it is, here's my info (also if you could do LMK I would be happy):

I am around 5'5 feet, have brown/blackish hair and brown eyes. I'm chubby, and I would like for my partner to be able to pick me up (mainly bc I am VERY clingy, and tend to jump onto people I love, also side note I ask the person if they are okay with this)

My general aesthetic depends on how much energy I have that day, but it consists of light academia or just casual outfits. My main colors are Pink, Purple and orange.

My pronouns are She/They, demigirl, Panromantic, pansexual, demiromantic and demisexual. Generally okay with any type of relationship as long as we have met for longer than two years, since it takes me time to open up about my traumas and all (even if I'm very happy and an extrovert).

People say I'm helpful, lazy, too creative, get everywhere late, I'm an aquarius and can pick up on peoples intentions from the get-go. My main hobbies are astrology, any random fandom I get into and video games (Roblox and the sims 4, also minecraft when I get the 2 week phase). I enjoy being in the presence of everyone, but if I'm one-in-one I would like for them to know how to understand comfortable silence and be able to have weirdly deep conversations. I am shit at small talk, so if they could do that for me I would be thankful. I would like for this person to be playful, maybe have a cute smile and overall just be very knowledgeable about topics.

I am also deep in love with alturistic people, and can't be around people who are selfish or only work for their own benefit, mainly bc WHYYYY??? (I am a firm believer that if you have the means to help you should).

Last but not least: Whenever I have a distance relationship, be it friendship, romantic partners or Qpr, I tend to have the tendency of dissapearing for a week or two bc I don't know that to say, or I have run out od words.

Don't pair me up with Peng, LBD or The Mayor, they are just... not my thing when it comes to morals and personality.

I think that's all? Sorry if I missed anything, and thank you so much for reading (sorry for the bibble of info :( )

No problem at all my friend😘

I match you with

our favorite Newdle-boy

Now you two are 2 peas in a pod -like almost soulmate level close

You're perfect together because you both understand the things the other has been through and both need to take the time to get to know someone and be comfortable with them before the romantic relationship can develop

He loves-loves-LOVES your eyes. Did I mention he loves your eyes? Because he will constantly be telling you how much he loves your eyes

I don't think he's that much taller than you but it's enough that he likes to ruffle your hair to mess with you or just use you as an armrest

P.S. He has the powers of the Monkey King, he’s most definitely going to be strong enough to pick you up and spin you around- and he does ALL.THE.TIME

He's used to Mei, so he won't mind you jumping onto him

You two have gaming marathon dates and a lot of the time he will try to get into new fandoms with you

This precious boy is very traumatized so he will also take a little while before he (reluctantly) opens up to you in return to you opening up to him

He trusts your intuition implicitly because his past trauma means he doesn't trust his own

He loves hearing about astrology. He may not be super super into it but he definitely finds it interesting and will listen to you talk about it forever.

After everything he's been through he's become more comfortable with comfortable silence instead of constant chatter, but he also enjoys making small talk too.

Once he gets comfortable with you he will have deep conversations. ( More likely about theoretical stuff or really anything that doesn't pertain to him or the things he's been through although he's willing to share about that eventually)

He's so altruistic to the point of being self-sacrificing (*cough* latest season *cough*) so he's definitely not in any way selfish.

He's busy working and training with the Monkey King a lot of the time, so honestly if you take a few days he doesn't really mind although that doesn't mean he won't miss you at the same time

I also feel the need to say you would be besties with Mei too. You three together are unstoppable and inseparable

Pigsy would also adore you and treat you like his own child because he sees how good you are with MK and how much you mean to his son ( you always get free food much to Tang’s confusion and frustration)

[hinatastinygiant]

23 | Shibas' Hearts

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

Undercover Masterlist

As the sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room, you awaken in Mikey's embrace. The room emits an air of luxury, with elegant furnishings, soft hues, and large windows that bathe the space in natural light. The bed, covered with silky sheets and plush pillows, offers you more comfort than you've probably ever experienced. 

Mikey's arm tightens around you as he begins to wake up. His gaze meets yours, filled with warmth. "Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?" he asks gently.

You nod as you pull yourself closer to him, feeling the reassuring beat of his heart against you. "Like a dream," you reply, a contented smile growing across your lips. 

As you lay beside him, your conversation flows effortlessly through a variety of different things. You talk about your hopes, dreams, and all the goals you have for your life. The air is filled with shared laughter, whispered promises, and the reassurance of your deepening connection.

Reluctantly, Mikey eventually suggests getting up. He informs you that the shower is just in the next room, allowing you a moment of privacy to freshen up. When you get there, the bathroom is spacious and decorated with modern fixtures.

After your shower, you follow the tempting aroma that wafts from the kitchen. There, you find Mikey preparing a breakfast. A bowl of steaming miso soup sits on the table, accompanied by a plate of freshly grilled fish and a bowl of fluffy white rice.

After taking in the mouthwatering sight of the breakfast, you can't help but express your surprise. "I didn't know you could cook," you remark, a mixture of curiosity and admiration in your voice.

Mikey chuckles softly. "I didn't for the longest time, 'til Draken taught me a thing or two," he reveals, a note of gratitude in his tone. "He's always got my back, and I owe him a lot."

With the dishes arranged before you, Mikey invites you to eat. The two of you then share a meal together, savoring the flavors and engaging in conversation. As you eat, the topic turns to the success of the fair the previous day and the impressive amount of funds raised.

"I can't believe how much we made," Mikey exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Your idea, Y/N, it really made a difference."

"Well, we all worked hard to make it happen," you reply modestly, your eyes meeting his in a moment of shared pride and affection.

As your conversation continues, a text notification suddenly interrupts you. Noticing that it is a message from your sister, you grab your phone to answer it.

"Shit," you curse under your breath as you read what she's said. You then look up at Mikey with concern clear in your eyes. "Yuzuha told Hakkai the truth about everything."

"You need to get you back to your house now," Mikey answers you. "You've got to explain everything to Hakkai before he gets even more upset."

After your agreeing nod, Mikey reaches for his phone and makes a call. Within moments, Mitsuya appears, ready to help. Mikey wastes no time in explaining the gravity of the situation. "Mitsuya, take Y/N to her house. It's urgent. Make sure she gets there quickly and safely." 

Grateful for their support, you express your gratitude to Mikey, and he bids you goodbye with a kiss.

The two of you then walk down and out of the building, Mitsuya's brows furrow in concern as he notices how unwell you look. "Are you alright? What's going on?"

Taking a deep breath, you meet his gaze and confess the truth. "My sister just told my brother the truth about everything, what I've been doing this whole time, and now I need to explain before things get worse."

Mitsuya's expression shifts from concern to understanding. He reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder. "I see. We'll get you there as fast as we can. Don't worry, I've got your back."

Grateful for his support, you thank him and Mitsuya hands you his spare helmet. As you secure it on your head, Mitsuya mounts his motorcycle and pats the backseat, gesturing for you to get on.

With a mix of anticipation and anxiety, you take your place behind Mitsuya, tightly holding onto his waist. The engine roars to life, and within seconds, you're racing through the streets, the wind rushing past you as you cling to the hope that you can mend the broken bonds with Hakkai and salvage what's left of your shattered trust.

As you arrive at your house, the adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you nearly jump off the motorcycle. You quickly thank Mitsuya and wave to him before opening the door to your home, scanning the area for your brother. However, he's nowhere to be found inside.

Stepping back outside, you look at Mitsuya, who points across the street. Your gaze follows his gesture, and there you see Hakkai, sitting on a bench with his hands on his head, lost in his own thoughts. Silently, you make your way over and sit down beside him, letting a few moments pass in silence.

Finally, you gather the courage to speak, your voice gentle yet filled with sincerity. "Hakkai, I need to explain everything. I really should have told you sooner but I didn't want you to get in even more trouble or be harmed. It was a really really hard decision, but I thought it was the best way to keep you safe."

Hakkai's eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of confusion and hurt. "Why didn't you trust me enough to handle it myself? Why didn't you come to me first?"

You take a deep breath, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't want you to face the consequences alone. I was scared, Hakkai, and I made a mistake. I should have trusted you more, and I'm really sorry."

Hakkai nods slowly, his anger beginning to disappear. "I get it," he nods, beginning to understand. "It was messed up but I can see why you did it. I just wish... I could have been the one trying to protect the two of you for once."

Relief washes over you as you begin to realize that the wound splitting you both apart can finally begin to heal. But then, curiosity tugs at him and he asks, "Why did you come with Mitsuya?"

You take a moment to collect your thoughts before you respond. "He offered to give me a ride. He's been really nice and I think he's staying to make sure everything is okay with us first."

Hakkai's eyebrows furrow in a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Oh yeah? I remember when we all lived with Taiju, I used to have such a thing for him."

A small smile creeps onto your face as you recall those days. "Really? You never told me that before. Well, maybe you should give it a shot if you're still interested. It's not too late."

Hakkai shrugs nonchalantly, his eyes glancing off to the side. "Eh, maybe. We'll see how things go with Mikey and Draken not wanting to kill me first."

As your conversation moves on to other things, a sense of relief settles over both of you. The tension begins to dissipate, and the forgiveness you've been waiting for is finally within reach. 

Undercover Masterlist

[truckreincarnation]

Oh Fuck You | Shinjuku | Trial 1.2 | RE: 19, Esmee, Harriet, Miles | ATTN: 19

At first, Shin was absolutely willing to keep fighting for his own thoughts and theories. Hell, he had so many ideas to back it all up!! Going to open his mouth, ready to cut the conversation off, he stops himself as Miles casts purify on the piece of paper.

Half expecting it to be a note that lured Francis, his energy falls slightly as he does see that it is a plan.

“....”

“...you fucking serious?”

Well. WELL. Guess he is wrong and throw all those thoughts out the window. Fuck this, he was absolutely willing to die on this hill but guess not now. Siiiighhh. At first, he grumbles in his corner, trying to figure out what he could say now.

Thanks Kilometers and your mystical magic, you have officially set him back hundreds of yards. What the fuck man.

“....alright, fine. Let me think on THIS now. God this doesn’t make any fucking sense now, ughhh….” A heavy sigh, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose. “So Francis made the plan, and it wasn’t planted on her, because I said earlier there wasn’t exactly a sign of a struggle. But if she was pelted with the swords, then how could the blood look like someone had moved around in it if….” Frown, starting to get frustrated. “...no footprints so nothing was planted, but someone must have ambushed the trap and stopped her. Could someone have just, taken off their shoes or something? But then-”

You could practically see smoke coming from his ears, now completely fed up.

“AaaAAAUUGHHH god I don’t FUCKING UNDERSTAAAND. But whatever. I don’t care. You all handle the line up events, I’m just jumping straight into things. You all know much more than I do apparently.”

“Yeah I agree with what’s said before, about not being too trustworthy of everyone else. You all were sooo fucking quick to jump on the first theory proposed, it’s insane. Anyway, let me stop saying random shit.” With that, Shin’s brows furrow, before he jabs a finger 19’s way. “Gotta fucking agree with what was said before, lady, about not trusting you. Because, really, you gotta admit you’re pretty fucking suspicious.”

“You said you’re a liar, yeah? That makes it pretty damning if you were the only person there who saw Francis. Can confirm, I didn’t see anyone else go write in between Cowboy checking out his handwraps and me leaving. Meaning if you were there by yourself for quite a long time…”

Frown. “Pretty fucking suspicious, right?? You could be making up shit and we couldn’t even counter that since no one else was there. On top of that, and you are being honest about Francis, you are still the only person who knew. The only here who knew about she was making a damn trap.” After all, Meili only said she saw Francis writing, but not what exactly.

“So yeah, I’m placing my blame on you. Got any evidence that you can prove to us? Or, well-” He glances around the room. “Anyone got any points to help back me up??”

“Because now, I will not back down from this topic. My other thought may be blown the fuck up, but this I will remain focused on until someone can help prove your innocence or cast blame on someone else. Yeah??”