#like he’s tall she’s short and it’s just the cutest thing!

[wexhappyxfew]

i feel like judy is a sweet innocent little angel baby and also a feral menace. a saint. a danger to herself and others.

sweet anon the way you are SO RIGHT. like don’t get me wrong — judy rybinski is a sweetheart, an absolute loyal and trusting friend, who is incredibly emotional and down to earth. despite her being my pisces queen, she also has some scorpio rising in her and is an absolute MENACE if needed LMFAOOOOO. this is by far one of my favorite things i’ve received in my inbox 🤣🤣🤣

like …. let’s be for real, the second she started feeling something towards rosie, she’s allowed herself to be more feral behind the scenes than anything. she’s probably an accurate representation of what it’s like to have a crush — he stares at her and she automatically is replaying it in her head and thinking about it all the time, she can’t get her words right entirely around him, she’s blushing like an absolute loon, but she’s also putting herself in places even just to see him. even just talk to him! see if he looks her way! my og lover girl! like judy! girl! got get your mans!!!!

someone said a while back in tags - go get yourself a lawyer, girl and by far it’s the most accurate representation of them i’ve both seen and heard LMAOOOOO. judy is in fact the baby of the group but also one of the ones who can just be absolute insane when warranted and i think it makes a lot of sense for her. shout out to judy rybinski 😌✌️✨

[jaysswlvrr]

Never Have I Ever | Jake Sim

౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪"you sure you a virgin, baby?"

synopsis: You play a game called 'Never Have I Ever' a popular TV show with a cute boy named Jake in hopes of finding your true love. During the game, he figures out some cute things about you.

Your a... virgin?

warnings: protected sex,(FINALLY, I MADE IT HAPPEN), kissing, biting, make-outs, jake and y/n are famous but not k-pop way (like tiktokers or smth), you really trust each other, pet names ?, little degrading, and size kink scattered everywhere if u squint <3, mature topic and jokes, y/n is a virgin but she like INexperienced, you get me?

{☆} I don't like this so i might delete it if you guys don't like it.🤷🏽‍♀️

As you impatiently settled into your seat, the camera set pulled a thumbs-up. Your heart was racing with anticipation, and you couldn't wait for the show to begin. You felt the cameras flash and suddenly, your attention was diverted as a tall, handsome boy entered the room. His smile was infectious, and you feel drawn to him. As he walked over to his seat, you found yourself stealing glances in his direction.

"Hey, I'm Jake", he says and sticks out his veiny hands for a handshake. You smile and extend your hand, introducing yourself as "y/n". His hands are big and pretty compared to yours, which are small and neatly painted. His hands feel warm and soft as you shake them.

You were each given cards with questions to ask each other. If a question was too personal, the person would take a shot of a strong drink instead. The hope was that these shots would lead to revealing secrets unintentionally.

Which wasn't needed for you two.

#take 1

It has been about 20 minutes into the game, and you and Jake are really getting along[!]

It seems like you two connected straight away and wouldn't stop trying to make the other one blush. You even managed to sneak a hand under his thigh and caught him looking a bit too long, down your chest.

#take 2

"Never have I ever had a wet dream about someone I liked" he puts his hand on his chin, pretending to think. He writes on his board 'Not yet' and you question him.

"I'm probably going to have some about you tonight", he bites his lip, surprising you with his words. You cover your face, which is turning bright red, with your hands. Now it's his turn to laugh at you.

'ok last question !'

You squeal silently in your seat, kicking your feet as you start speaking again. "Never have I ever had proper sex" you laugh as if you don't know the answer.

"Well, I have" he sits up from his seat, cocking a brow as if he was asking you something "have you?".

Your face slightly burns up as you look down "No.."

Oh, he found you so cute, almost popped a boner. You were just so perfect, short, tiny, pretty, adorable, and most importantly, a virgin.

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched you have a moment of shock.

The room lit up with bright lights as 'victory' music played. You guys had won the game, and you were awarded the title of the cutest couple on the show.

You were both stood up, and you looked at him as he intertwined ur fingers slowly walking off the set.

౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Oh, flip. You are having your first date with Jake, and you're trembling, not confident like you always are. You have gotten your nails done with French tips, and it's making it worse, as you can't get a stand of hair pulled back.

You curse to yourself, about to throw a tantrum while rushing to find a hairbrush, but it's okay; y/n always wins in the end.

You let out a loud huff as you looked at yourself again, practising different smiles for when you see him. Finally, you leave your house, enter your Uber, and reach the café in under 10 minutes.

I couldn't finish it right now, but obviously..

part 2?

(ill tag you if you reblog and comment!)

[firemenenthusiast]

Can you plzz do a farleigh smut where he only rubs the readers clit bc the reader is too scared to finger herself, but then she gets the courage to finger herself and charles shows her how to do it??

—“spell”

farleigh start x innocent!reader

summary: farleigh had trouble resisting you since the first time he saw you so he laid his trap to which you walk right in, starting from agreeing to spend the summer at saltburn with him. the fact that you’ve never done anything with yourself boggles his mind, so he decides to lend a helping hand

warnings: boy where do i start. 18+, porn with plot, reader is innocent, naive and kinda stupid (bear with me), fingering, mirror kink, corruption kink, panties kink, posessive kink if you squint, size kink, praise kink, farleigh calls ready baby & princess, blowjob, face fucking, pussy job, panties job (?), cum eating, facial, dry humping, thigh riding, jerking off, p in v, let me know if i miss anything

a/n: we hit another milestone thank you everyone !! this is me showing my love to yall mwah. innocent reader finally out whoohoo. idk who’s charles but thank you anon for this request ! i hope it fits with what you’ve imagined

summer could be too hot at times. sweaty. sticky. but nothing could make you hate summer. you love summer. your favourite season ever. the blossoming flowers and clear skies are one thing, but summer also means that you get to wear the flimsiest, flowiest, thinnest fabrics ever. sometimes almost see through, because of the heat. maybe if you wear thin enough short dresses the heat won’t get to you. what other perfect time one could be wearing the cutest dresses around if not in summer ? atleast that’s your excuse. wonder if there’s any other reasons. i mean, your short skirts and flimsy tops surely dont have anything to do with how nice farleigh is to you, do they ? you’re just so— pure, even naive at times that he doesn’t have the heart to treat you how he does others. delicate fragile little thing like you should only be handled with care

farleigh start is really nice to you, he’d helped you picked up the books you accidentally dropped when he bumped into you. he even offered to help carry them while you walk to class, which had drawn you to him. you’d given him the cutest, most doe-eyed little “thank you” for helping and he could just feel his cock twitch in his pants. it’s not easy to find a decent man around here so when he often showed up to your convenience you believe that he’s just a good person, with nothing but pure intentions. sure, farleigh thinks you’re such a pretty little thing.

that’s why when he first saw you on college fields, licking away at your cherry popsicle that was dripping down your fingers, giggling about something with your friends, he couldn’t get his eyes off you. he couldn’t stop thinking about things— things that he could be doing to you. for every day of summer you would put on the nicest short dresses that you’d saved just for the season. the type of dresses that cling onto your skin if you sweat through the fabric. those dresses that look like they could get one hard tug and would rip easily.

it’s funny how such silly first meeting could lead you to farleigh. the both of you aren’t necessarily friends, he’s more of the nice guy you know and would greet whenever you see him around the faculty. he’d smile and wave at you across the halls. he’d offer you a seat at the cafeteria if he sees you looking around. he helps you with stuff around campus, like returning your books to the library and carrying your stuff. though you do find it weird that you couldn’t find the books he said he’d help return on the shelves anymore. and because he’s so tall, he serves as your guardian, protects you from other boys that try to bother you. he doesn’t ask for anything in return, just a smile from you would suffice, the smile that leaves him smitten. farleigh also knows about the love you have for summer, the way you always mention how great of a time you would have in summer. just casually telling him about that time you wandered into a hayfield and just laid there looking at the sky. or about that time when you were little you had just received a gorgeous little floral dress as a present that you wore everyday because you liked it so much. sometimes you just couldn’t shut your mouth when it comes to summer. you’re sentimental about it, and the fact that he would sit through your stories every time, no wonder how random it can be or how busy he actually is

you jumped when he asked you to spend the summer with him. “really ?? are you serious ?” you beam at him with uncontainable excitement. your toes springing up and down, his eyes follow yours as you jump and squeal, a huge grin plastered across his face. farleigh had told you about his saltburn home. the most perfect, ethereal place to be spending summer at. you love to listen to his stories about what they do at saltburn in summer. basking under the sun at the lakeside, playing tennis, rolling in the hayfield naked— so when he invited you to spend the upcoming summer in saltburn, with him, you couldn’t be more excited. it’s gonna be the best summer ever. “yeah it’ll be fun. besides, elspeth is always thrilled to have a guest. she loves a pretty face like yours” you feel your cheeks heat up at his words as you push him away. he smiles at your reaction, sometimes it’s almost too easy for him to get what he wants with you. it’s always been felix who would bring his friends, toys- over so he figured this time he’d do the same. he chuckles at you twirling around in excitement, eyes trailing down to your ass peeking out under the skirt. he could see the bits of your panties if you would just jump higher.

thinking about spending the summer at saltburn, you cant help but imagine how it would be like. you’ve heard people talk about the greatest parties that took place there, and how sex infested it can get. people do all sort of wild things there, the wildest you could imagine. the type of crazy that you could say what happens there, stays there. trailing your eyes along the corners of your ceiling, you let out a heavy sigh. you’ve always had a positive attitude towards sex and well, other sexual stuff. you’d hear crazy stories from your friends, about stuff they did or would do in the bedroom with boys. it’s understandable for people your age to be acting like they don’t have a second to spare from reproducing. their stories intrigue you cuz you’ve never done the things they’d talk about.

they would mention playing with themselves, you struggled to understand at first, thinking what is there to be played with yourself until you learned what it actually means. you’ve never done it though, you’re too scared and it feels so crude to be doing such thing. sounds like a sin. every time you would try to rub your dainty fingers between your folds, you’d retreat though it felt so good. you heard that you’re supposed to be stuffing your fingers inside, and that scared you even more. they’d mention being wet, as in aroused, but you remember the conversation you had with your mom when you were going through puberty. the one you went through at a very early age. she had told you that it is possible, and that if you ever become wet because of someone, it means that they’ve done something bad to you. like they have put a spell on you so you would succumb to the fantasy of pleasure with them. you believe her. she may had just wanted to protect you then but it fucked with your perception towards arousal so bad that when your friends told you stories about it, you’d feel bad for them. you feel bad cuz they’ve been put under a spell yet they seem so happy about it. you wonder if they knew.

it’s not like you’re a virgin. you’ve had sex when you were younger, with a lanky boy who suggested you to do it with him like it’s just another invitation to go hang out. not thinking much, you agreed to him. you didn’t feel any pleasure when it happened. it was just a weird sensation and shitty experience overall. you’ve been pretty avoidant when it comes to sex since. you feel like people talk about it too much yet it’s not that great. you think sex is overrated, so no one has ever touched you in years. boys would try to get close with you, talk nice to you but you see right through them. not farleigh though, he seems genuinely nice. or so you thought. you’ve asked farleigh about sex seeing that he frequents it along the course of you knowing him. he thinks it’s overrated too and he only does it for fun. he’s fucked a number of people you know here and he said none of them makes him want to come back for seconds. when you told him about that experience you had he laughed, “dont sweat it baby, he just sucked at it. probably got too turned on by you he couldn’t last more than 5 seconds” maybe he’s right. alas, farleigh wouldn’t lie to you would he ? no, he’s too nice for that. so when you told him you’ve never done things with yourself and that you haven’t been touched for years it came off as such a shock to him. girls he know not only would play with themselves, they even practically throw themselves at him just to get fucked. knowing that you’re so— reserved, he felt like you just got purer, more precious in his eyes. sometimes he feels like a predator eyeing its prey. the way he would think of ways to corrupt you. but those are just bad silly thoughts at the back of his head. he’s too nice to act on them, right ?

your first day at saltburn could be easily described by the word ‘crazy’. everything is just crazy around here. from the towncar the cattons had sent to fetch you from the train station, the butler and footmen standing still at the huge beautifully carved doors welcoming you, the green carpet spread out as far as your eyes can lay upon, the greek sculptures scattered along the garden trails, to the seemingly nice people that are farleigh’s aunt and uncle. he was right, elspeth called you pretty. like bambi she said. you met venetia, the only other girl around your age living in the enormous estate. she seems happy to be getting a girl company for the summer, showing you around the house and always borrowing you from farleigh. he paid no mind towards the friendship that is forming between you and venetia, as long as you’re having the best time ever. he wants this summer to be able to compete with your previous amazing ones. you’re walking alongside venetia with your knitted beach totebag across the field, towards the lake when felix greets you. he’s just as tall as farleigh, maybe a little shorter by an inch but you can see the genes connecting them both. “heard you’re farleigh’s friend, how’d you know him ?” you smile at his question before giving a quick answer. “he helps me around campus, he’s always so kind to me—“ before you could say anything further, he scoffs in disbelief. “farleigh ? kind ? think you got the wrong bloke there mate” he shakes his head before skipping away towards the yellow hayfields, his hair flopping messily. you look at venetia who’s giggling at you, also shaking her head while raising her shoulders. frowning at her, you couldn’t get to bask in your confusion any longer as she takes your hand and drags you towards the boys.

seeing her strip off, you look around to see the boys already laying comfortably, clothes off. most of them are covered by the tall grass but you can tell that they’re not wearing anything. particularly cuz you spotted the discarded clothes that they were wearing at breakfast not far from you. as you start to lift off the hem of your top, you feels venetia’s hand on your arm. “you dont have to, it’s just a stupid thing we do” you nod at her words, a little relieved yet you feel like you’re gonna miss out from the real saltburn experience if you dont do it like them. so you follow venetia’s actions before settling on the ground, in between the tall grass. she starts giggling at you as you slowly burst into laughter, not noticing the burning glance trailing along the outlines of your body. the grass covering the most of you teasing him, depriving him of the sight he craves the most at the moment. thankfully felix is too caught up in his cig to notice him practically eyefucking you, putting his imagination to work like he’s some prepubescent horny teenager. you felt your saliva caught up in your throat when you noticed his naked body in the grass when you were looking around earlier, and you’ve been trying to shake off the image of his tan broad shoulders, glistening in sweat, beads of it dripping to his defined collarbones since. as he seems busy flipping through the pages of his harry potter book, you hope for his focus to stay on the lore as your eyes continue to scan his beautiful face, his luscious curls bouncing off his forehead. his shoulders propped up against the ground, looking firm and shiny from the sun

weird tingling sensation crawls across your body as you struggle to take your eyes off him, or his body. he looks so flawless in his glory, basking under the sunlight, the sweat clinging onto his skin making him glisten. the tingling you felt turns into heat, seemingly most prominent around your core. the more you try to ignore the heat, the weirder it feels until you notice the forming stickiness in between your folds. fuck. you wanted to panic badly yet you keep your composure around venetia, not wanting to let her know what’s happening. you look at farleigh who’s still laying on his chest, your eyes widen at the fact that it’s happening to you. he’s put a spell on you. he must have, cuz one second you were looking at him and now you’re wet. just like what your mom had told you about. internally panicking, you quickly grab your clothes and try to put them on without having to stand up, to avoid flashing the boys. just as you’re done, you abruptly get up on your kneews before venetia notices. “what’s wrong ?” you look at her, offering a smile to convince her nothing’s going on. “nothing, forgot my sunscreen” she gives you a look of approval before sliding her shades back down. your swift movements and walk back to the house catches farleigh’s attention as his eyes follow your disappearing figure into the distance. he puts his book down as he slowly reach for his clothes before patting felix at the back, to which he pays no attention to. he’s too busy listening into the earphones connected to his walkman with his head settled on his crossed arms. farleigh’s eyes notice your small figure stepping into the foyer before taking the turn leading to your assigned bedroom, the men in suits along the corridor eyeing you as they stand still. hastening his steps, he tries to catch you at the coridor before you got into your room but failed. you’d planned to check yourself out in the bathroom, see what’s actually going on down there, hoping that maybe it’s your period though that’s not for another 3 weeks. pushing your underwear down your thighs, you notice the colourless wet patch at the crotch. trying to make sure, you dip your fingers in between your folds to collect some of the stickiness. holding your fingers up, you feel your breath caught up in your throat. you feel like you could cry, you couldn’t believe farleigh would do this to you. he’s supposed to be nice and kind unlike other boys—

just as you step out of the bathroom your eyebrow quirks at the tall figure standing just infront of the door, his linen yellow polo tshirt hanging loosely on his shoulders, his fingers fiddling with each other. “w-what are you doing— you shouldn’t be here” your eyes struggle to find something to settle on, trying hard to avoid his direct gaze. “is something wrong ? why’d you leave ?” his eyes trail to yours, trying to catch them as you make way to the wardrobe, opening the doors to see your clothes that have been neatly arranged by the maids. looking through the compartments and drawers, you’re actually trying to find a fresh clean pair of underwear to replace your soaked ones. seeing you suspiciously try to run and avoid looking at him, you leave him no choice other than to grab your arm. his action makes you turn to face him, he steps closer before crouching so his face levels with yours, his eyes searching into yours. pursing your lips shut, you didn’t want to confront him for what he did just yet but now that he’s standing infront of you- you decide to finally look at him

“i- i cant believe you did this to me farleigh” he cocks his head, taken aback by your words, not having any idea what you may be talking about. before he asks you decide to spare him the pretending. “the spell” you continue in a stern voice. “what the— what spell ?” his voice pitch higher as his eyebrows quirk. you let out a sigh, “i looked at you in the fields, now im- your spell, now im— wet” he looks like he’s still trying to puzzle the pieces together. rolling your eyes “you must’ve casted a spell to get to me, otherwise how am i this- wet ?” you wince at your struggle to explain to him, having to say the word ‘wet’ so much cuz you don’t know how else to make him understand. his face drops in realisation, finally getting to guess what you’re trying to say, yet he’s still weirded out. “so…you think i casted a spell on you that makes you wet..?” you squint your eyes at his slow response, is he pretending to be innocent or what ? “who told you that ?” he asks. “who cares ? i thought you were nice” getting defensive, you’re starting to feel that you’re being ridiculous. you notice his shoulders drop, his stance softening as he throws his head back with a smile on his lips.

“oh poor baby,,” he starts, before stepping back towards the bed, sitting on it.

“—come here” he ushers you, to which you compliantly follow. he grabs your arm to position you so you’re facing him, as he looks up to find your face. you’re now as silent as a baby deer, waiting for him to say something. he begins to chuckle lowly as he shakes his head. “so you think because you’re wet from watching me in the fields, i’ve put a spell on you” he tsks, before continuing with his dark eyes boring into yours “how cute.” his hands start to touch yours, ghosting his fingers along your wrist, trailing up your arms. a shiver travels down your spine at his touch, your eyes search into his, multiple feelings creeping into your head that you struggle to focus on one. one thing you’re sure of is you don’t want him to stop doing whatever he’s doing. suddenly his hands start smoothing over the hem of your skirt, his fingers carefully playing with the waistband against your navel, maintaining eye contact the whole time with an amused look on his face. “maybe i should take a look at the affected area, see it it’s curable hm ?” he suggests, both his index fingers already hooked beneath the waistband. you nod at him, your mom never told you what to do if one gets put on that spell but it makes sense if he needs to be the one to heal you. as he was about to pull your skirt down he changed his mind, he has a better idea that is to just leave your cute frilly little skirt on. slowly bunching up your skirt from the hem, he has his bottom lip between his teeth. you feel heat finding its way on your cheeks as you hear him curse under his breath. “oh- you’re really wet baby” the nickname makes you lightheaded. “all this because of me ?” he says proudly at which you frown at his stupid words. why is he acting like this is an achievement ?

“yes now can you cure me ?” you’re becoming restless the way you can feel yourself getting wetter. that’s not a good sign, it just means it’s getting to you. you’re worried that it might go beyond curable and you’re stuck living with the spell forever. not giving you any response, his hand still holding your bunched up front skirt as his fingers graze the fabric of your panties. he trails his finger at the top, where he can feel his cock pulse seeing the tiny ribbon. your panties had turn a shade darker from its original colour from your wetness clinging onto it. suddenly you feel his thumb press at your crotch, earning a gasp from you. you quickly pull your skirt higher to look at what he’s doing. the thumb that was pressing against your sensitive nub now rubbing at the wettest part of your crotch, pushing and rubbing the fabric in between your folds. he’s making you feel so good you wanted to tell him to keep going. his fingers are now grabbing the fabric together, before pulling it up against your folds making you moan. you look at him with wide eyes, he’s not looking back at you as he’s busier tugging and rubbing the fabric against your pussy, an amused look on his face. he could just see you getting wetter and practically drenching your panties. “fuck,, you have such a pretty cunny” his words making your pussy tingle before you decide to urge him, “help me, farleigh”

he lifts his head, his eyes soft as he looks at you. “i can cure you. but you have to be good for me” you listen to his words carefully before nodding, “i can be good” he smiles as his hands slowly grab at your arms, turning you to face the full body mirror mounted against the wall infront of him before pulling you down to settle on his lap. he rests his chin in the crook of your shoulder, looking at your eyes through the reflection on the mirror. his fingers creep up to your thighs, playing with the hem of your frilly white short skirt. as you try to breathe steadily around him you feel your breath hitch at his fingers’ sudden movement smoothing along your inner thighs. your eyes instantly shoot to his fingers now disappearing under your skirt before getting the clear view of his fingers playing with the side hem of your flimsy panties after his other hand had bunch up your skirt to your waist. you feel his plump lips plant soft kisses on the crook of your neck, his eyes gazing directly into yours. as you feel his lips, you can’t help but look into his eyes in the mirror, not breaking eye contact as he continue his kisses and his fingers grazing very lightly on the wet fabric of your panties. “farleigh-“ you let out a soft moan. “you told me you’ve never touched yourself ?” you shake yout head at his question, head too hazy to give him actual words. “that’s a pity” you dont really get what he meant by that but you dont think you’re missing out much.

he takes your hand in his, guiding it to your core. “here” you crane your neck up to him, looking into his face. he looks down, meeting your gaze. “i’ll show you” you keep silent as you let him pull your thighs even further, placing them over his. you can see yourself sprawled out on his lap in the mirror, showcasing your glistening panties clad cunt. farleigh’s fingers pull the side hem of your crotch, holding them to the side as his other hand bring yours over. “try grazing your fingers over the little nub there” he instructs and watch closely as you do what you’re told. you moan as you feel the pressure against the sensitive part. he continues to guide you through touching yourself the way it would feel so fucking good, that you’re a whiny moaning mess. you feel heat on your cheeks the whole time, embarrassed by the fact that he’s watching you touch yourself. “now try one finger inside” he suggests, your head shot up to look at him. “it’s okay, it’ll feel even better” his large hand grab yours, showing you to your cunthole. you obey him, prodding a finger at the hole, yet you feel nothing but discomfort. “it doesn’t feel good, farleigh” he pushes your hand further, your finger now fully inside. you bite your bottom lip trying to hold onto yourself. “now curl your finger” you take a minute to steady yourself before doing what he told you to. once your finger hit that spongy spot, you let out a high pitched moan at the newly discovered sensation. farleigh smiles at your reflection in the mirror, “there you go” you experiment with the all new experience for you, you try curling your fingers multiple times against the spot as it gives you pleasure each time. farleigh watches you get lost in the sensation in the mirror, fucking yourself on your finger. his eyes darkened as he feels a dark, lust dripping need form inside him.

as you rapidly fuck your finger into your pussy, you feel knotting in your stomach, a weird tingling making you feel like you were gonna pee. “farleigh-“ you call out to him, your free hand grabbing his arm that were resting on your waist. “you’re close baby ?” you knit your eyebrows at his words, unfamiliar with the feeling. “keep going, you’re doing so good” he encourages, his lips kissing against your neck, trailing behind your ear. he sucks the skin at the back of your neck as he feel your breath getting faster and heavier. all the overwhelming pleasure is new to you yet it feels too good for you to stop. “you can cum princess, cum for me” you can feel yourself chasing after something, until it all comes crashing down, the orgasm washing over you as the sweat making your hair stick onto your forehead. he looks at you through the mirror, offering you a smile as he pushes the hair out of your forehead and wiping the sweat from your rose tinted hot cheeks.

“you did such a great job, baby” your breath hitch at the new nickname, yet your head is too clouded to say anything about it. he let you catch your breath in his lap, his hands roaming at your waist. “that should cure you” he says before pulling you up, he gets up himself as he places you carefully on the bed, you sit at the spot he sat in just now. though you feel relieved, you feel like you wanted more, you wanted more of him, more of whatever that was happening, the pleasure clouding your better judgement. “farleigh,,” you call out just as he was about to walk away. “let me do something for you” he turns, his lips pursed to hold himself back from smiling at the fact that you’re about to walk right into his trap. he walks back, standing right in front of you. “yeah ?” he says, as you start reaching up and tugging at his belt. your eyes notice the huge bulge at his crotch. “you’re- hard, boys like it when girls suck them off when they’re hard, right ?” you ask him, he moans at your words. “well yeah, but you don’t have to” you shake your head at him, “i want to” you’re quick to respond as he bites his lower lip to suppress the strings of curses he wants to let out. “you’re the sweetest- fuck,,”

you begin to unbuckle his belt as he watches you carefully. he could cum right this second just by looking at your pretty innocent looking face. “god, you’re so breathtakingly pretty” he compliments, earning a giggle from you. you’re gonna look even prettier with a huge cock stuffed in your mouth, he thinks. his eyes follow your hands, that are now taking out his cock from his briefs, your hands barely covering the size of his length. you take a deep breath before looking up at him through your lashes, batting them at him with your doe eyes. he smiles at you before throwing his head back once your tongue start kitten licking at his tip. his hand automatically reach up to rest at the back of your head as he watches you suckling his raging red wet tip. “am i doing it right ?” you ask him, worried that you might doing it wrong for your first time.

“fuck, right- its your first time” “just- try squeezing your hand around the base while you suck at the tip, fuck-” he suggests, his head getting light from all the blood rushing to his cock. his hand involuntarily pushes your head down, his cock fucking into your mouth. letting out a whimper, he struggles to keep his hips from buckling, his length hot and heavy on your tongue. your plump lips now wrapped around his cock, perfectly fit for you. smothering saliva all over it, your hands squeeze at the base, and the rest of it that you can’t fit in your mouth, his tip already prodding at the back of your throat. “so good baby, you’re doing so good- look so pretty with my big cock stuffed in your face, mhm” he says, sending familiar heat down your cunt, you feel it getting wetter as before. you try hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head back and forth, your lips wrapped nicely around his cock. you hear him let out a low guttural moan. you look up at him through your lashes, he’s throwing his head back from the pleasure, his hips slightly buckling into your mouth making you pull away.

catching your breath, you feel his large hands cupping your cheeks, smoothing over the skin. “you’re a natural, princess” you smile up at him, before trailing your eyes down to look at his length. he’s huge, his tip raging red with precum trickling down his length. you lean in to catch the drop of precum at the underside of his base, earning a curse from him, before he moans. “how are you already so good at this, fuck-“ you cant help but smile at his words before continuing your licking and sucking on his cock. its not long until you notice him twitching, cock jumping as his face contorts in pleasure. his hand reach up to wrap his fingers around him before he starts jerking himself off, his hand moving rapidly with his jaw hanging low, mouth agape. his voice cracks as he’s letting out a loud moan, before you watch him shoot ropes of sticky white mess, landing on your face, most covering your lips and cheeks, some on your collarbone. you’re shocked, a little weirded out by his cum sticking on your face but cant help letting out a giggle while looking up at him. he was catching his breath as he noticed you giggling, before letting out a laugh himself. He reaches up to your face, fingers collecting the cum before prodding them at your lips. You frown at his action, weirded out that he wants you to suck at his cum covered fingers. He nods, encouraging you, “you can taste” he offers, before you decide to give in, trusting him has been giving you bliss until now. You open your mouth as he pushes his fingers past your lips, your tongue lapping at the sticky substance. Humming, you look at him, “‘s sweet”

“well im glad” he chuckles

“you okay?” he asks as you nod before gaining the courage to tell him about the wetness forming again in your panties. “farleigh im- im wet again” he lets out a chuckle, “your cunny’s wet again ?” heat rushing up to your cheeks at his words as you shyly nod, embarrassed. “you do realise that just means you’re turned on right ? nothing to do with me putting a spell on you” he chuckles at the silly concept you believe in. you’re taken aback by his words, realisation hits. the first time was maybe explainable by your mother’s words, but the second time around, now that you’re wet again, he might be right. he sits on the bed before pulling you to sit on his lap, your legs settling on either side of him, straddling him this time. your eyes roam across his face, appreciating his beautiful features, his long lashes, his dark brown eyes, his thick eyebrows, they’re all so pretty to you. you reach your hand up to graze your fingers along his lips, feeling every lines and crooks, slightly pulling at his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss him.

he lets out a breath as he leans into the kiss, pressing his lips softly against your plump ones, savouring your flavour. your lips dance against his, pulling him closer to you with his large hands grabbing at your waist. the kiss is soft, and pure in some way, it feels like there’s only the two of you in the world at the moment. your first ever kiss with him. his lips moulds perfectly against yours, making you want to kiss him forever. he’s a good kisser too, effortlessly returning your kiss and offering his own, his tongue swiping across your lips. his hand on your waist start grabbing firmer, moving you back and forth against his thigh and crotch. he lets out a sigh as he pulls away for a moment, resting his forehead against yours as he looks down to see the tent in his pants forming again. he continues to lean into you, kissing you once again while he guides you to hump at his crotch. the material of his pants serving you a little bit of pleasure as you try to chase that orgasm you had discovered from earlier. “you can go faster if you want” he says, offering you his lap to help you get off.

“use me” he continues

you wrap your arms around his neck, your boobs pressed up against his chest to steady yourself. his hands continue to guide your pace by your waist as he plant soft kisses along the crook of your neck and your shoulders. the bulge in his pants rub against your soaked panties before you accidentally angled yourself that you’re humping against your clit. the tingling of pleasure spreading all across your body leaves you a moaning mess, causing him to buckle his hips against your pussy. “you’re doing great princess, does that feel good to you ?” he asks as his hand roam across your back, encouraging you to get yourself off on his lap. you nod at him, too caught up in the pleasure now that you’ve found your sweet spot. “can you use your words for me baby?” you whimper at his request as you arch your back against him. “feels- feels so good far’” you manage to let out before letting out a whine.

“that’s my girl” he smiles.

you continue to work yourself on his lap yet you feel like you need more. grabbing at his polo, his eyes search into yours before trailing down at your hands pulling up the hem. he helps you take of his shirt as you marvel at his toned chest, fingers grazing along his collarbone. your pace on his lap becomes stuttered, interrupted by you trying to undress him. his hands grab your roaming ones, stopping your eager movements. “what do you need ?” not responding to his question, you grab the hem of your top instead, pulling it off of you. farleigh’s breath hitch as he moan at the bouncing tits in his face. he grabs at your waist to get you to look at him, his eyes pleading for your permission. you return his gaze, looking into his eyes for a moment before slowly nodding. he maintains eye contact with you as he slowly poke his tongue out, licking at your nipples, looking at you through his lashes. the warm wet tongue against your sensitive bud makes you moan, as you feel the bulge underneath you twitch. he’s now mouthing at your mould, his tongue spreading saliva all over it, all while looking into your eyes. pulling away, he grabs at both of them “such pretty tits, fuck”. you moan at his words, beginning to rub your clit against his crotch again. “need- need more farleigh” you plead him, before he grabs your waist to lift you up and lay you on the bed. now that you’ve had a taste of him, you can feel your body crave for more. for all of him.

“yeah ? that sweet cunny needs more huh ?” a sudden rush of hear creeps up your cheeks as you raise your hands to cover your face from embarrassment. you feel like you’re all exposed to him, like a platter waiting to be devoured. “you’re so small, i don’t think i can fit-“ he begins, as he leans down to plant soft kisses under your boobs, trailing down to your stomach with his hands roaming across the soft skin. “i’m gonna try something” he slowly takes out his cock that was covered by the crotch of his pants, his belt clacking as he winces at the friction against his length. he rests his cock on your soaked panties, his length heavy and throbbing. you look down to see his size, his tip reaching your lower belly. “such cute panties, shame it’s all ruined now” he smirks at the flimsy fabric of your panties that is now drenched in wetness. tracing his fingers at the cute ribbon at the top, he uses both hand to lift the fabric, stickiness stringing in between it and your pussy. he pushes his cock underneath the fabric before pushing it down with his fingers, creating a tight friction for him. he hisses at the feeling, before looking up at your eyes attentively following each of his movements, curious to see what he’s doing.

“‘m gonna fuck this panties okay ? rub my cock against your little folds. it’ll feel good” he informs, to which you nod. after that pleasure of riding his crotch earlier at his orders, you’re excited to see what this one’s gonna feel like. you hear him let out a moan as he starts moving, his hips fucking into your panties, his wet throbbing tip prodding against your sensitive nub, earning a whine from you. he’s right, it does feel good. and he looks so hot doing so, his face contorting and eyebrows knitted. his mouth agape as he lets out moans while looking at his cock going in and out of your panties, the wetness making the fabric translucent that he can see his cock fucking against your folds through it. he pulls the edge and pushes the hem further down, creating an even better pressure against his cock, pretending he’s fucking into your tight pussy. “fuck,, bet your cunny’s tighter baby” your eyes widen at his dirty words, your hands covering your mouth as you bite the skin on your thumb. not knowing where or how you gained the sudden confidence, “y-you can feel it for yourself” you offer, eyes carefully looking at his face, nervous anticipating for his reaction. his cock twitch underneath your panties before he throws his head back at your words.

“fuck princess,, you can’t say things like that”

“like what” you’re borderline panicking that you might’ve said something weird

“i might not be able to stop once i get a taste of your cunny”

you’re silent at his response, not really understanding what he meant by that. you continue to let him fuck your panties, his tip bulging through the material with each thrust. his length against your folds and his tip prodding at your clit makes you moan in a high pitch, the shivers travelling down your spine making you arch your back. grabbing at his hands, he looks at you while he struggles to halt his movements, his eyes searching into yours. “can you put it inside ?” you shyly asks, wanting to feel what it’s like to have his cock inside you, wondering if it’s gonna be the same as your first time. “what ?” his eyes widen at your request. he wasn’t planning on stuffing you full, you’ve already given him so much than he’d planned. “yeah- wanna, wanna feel your cock inside” he swears he almost busted at your words, his cock now painfully hard. “are you sure ?” he asks innocently. he’s been wanting to fuck you ever since he first saw you, so saying this is just a fucking cover for him. a manipulator he is, and you’re like a bunny foolishly trapped. “yes please” you bat your lashes cutely at him making him smile. making you say you want him inside you is one thing, but making you say please ? he fucking won.

he takes out his throbbing wet cock from your panties, his length bouncing as he settles on his knees, his face now infront of your pussy. he kisses at the fabric clinging onto your folds, moulding against your every crooks perfectly. he reaches the waistband of your panties, his lips kissing at your inner thighs on either sides of his face before pulling the band off your legs. his hands grab at your thighs as he looks at you through his lashes, smiling. he looks at your pussy infront of him, “thank you” he says before leaning in to kiss at your clit softly. you giggle at his actions, saying thank you to your cunt like he’s grateful for the meal. he chuckles against your pussy before getting up to put the weight of his cock on it, your wetness spreading onto his length, covering it with your juices. he moves backwards a bit as he positions his tip at your entrance before pushing his head in. you whine at the feeling, even with only his tip you can feel its bigger than you remember. who are you kidding anyways ? he’s 6’5, of course he’s gonna be huge. you whimper as he continue to push into your pussy, you push through the sting, taking his length like a champ. biting down at the skin of your thumb, he didn’t bottom out before he starts pulling out slightly, and pushing back in again. it’s a tight fit, your walls wrapped perfectly around his length as you hear the squelching sound from all the wetness. you offer him a soft smile shyly making him throw his head back.

“you’re so cute- oh” his words stumble as he feels you clenching down around his cock. “oh fuck” as his slow thrusts become stuttered, you giggle at his reaction before clenching down again. and again. and again- that he’s now crouched down against you, his face settling in the crook of your neck. “you okay ?” you tease him, at which he lets out a strained chuckle. “y- cunny’s so tight baby” you hold onto his shoulders as he starts thrusting again, bottoming up in the process. moans and skin slapping bounce against the walls of the room, the overwhelming pleasure making you forget that you’re in saltburn, having notably the best summer. you let him continue fucking into your pussy, letting out whines and moans ever now and then at him founding and hitting at your sweet spot. it was easy for him to find, every spot is basically so sensitive to you, he could thrust at any spot and you’d cum instantly. which is what’s happening now. your high pitch moans and legs shaking against his tells him that you’re close. “you’re close princess, cum for me” you whine at his words, his fingers reaching down to toy at your clit, helping you chase that orgasm.

the added pleasure makes you moan louder, your eyes searching his for encouragement. he looks into your eyes, his soft brown gaze makes you feel safe before you look down at his fingers rapidly rubbing at your clit. screaming his name, your orgasm finally crashes down on you, your breath heavy as your chest move up and down. “that feel good yeah ?” he asks you, he’s also catching his breath from watching you riding out your orgasm before you feel his thrusts getting faster and sloppier. sounds of skin slapping all so dirty to you as you hear him let out uncontrollable moans before he takes out his cock. his fingers quickly wrap around his length before he starts jerking off rapidly while moaning. his eyebrows knitted and face contorts in pleasure as he lets out a loud moan before you see thick sticky ropes of white land on your stomach, and settling on your pussy. he catches his breath while looking at the mess he made on your body. he looks up at you, offering you a smile before mouthing a ‘sorry’. his hand reaches down to move the strands of hair sticking on your face away, before leaning down to kiss you. you smile at him as he says “you’re mine now you know that right ?” your eyebrows quirk at his words, sure you’d wanna be his but you don’t quite get what he’s saying.

“good girls fuck one cock, you’re stuck with me”

taglist: @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha @luckystrikerealness @themoonchildwhofell @fuckshitslover @radioloom @love-me-pls @szapizzapanda @khxna

divider creds: @rookthornesartistry

[colourstreakgryffin]

OneShot req: Papa Pentious with female lizard Toddler & Egg Boiz moving in hotel and chaos starts when lizard daughter starts get attached very much towards the radio demon and stares calling him allystor? (much to pentoius dislike!)

Oooh! I actually like this idea quite a lot and it sounds very silly and cute! I think Pentious can be a decent dad, probs a goddamn mess of one! He has the heart to care but he’s still a disaster! I’m excited for this!

Sir Pentious- Sneaky Little Amphibian

Sir Pentious kinda did not suspect the day he’d become a father but he kinda just impulsively decided that. Yes, you are now his daughter and he will raise you to be the most perfect mad scientist Hell will ever see! In one second, he’s looking down at you. The next, he’s carrying you off with his Egg Bois marching loyally behind him

Sir Pentious doesn’t usually include you in his attempts to concur Pentagram City, defeat Alastor and become recognised by the Vees to become a mighty Overlord. Since, the last thing he wants is to include the only being he has that is vulnerable and dear to him so during his tyraids, you’re hidden away for your own good

As he loves you so much so it’s only better you don’t join, unlike your many older Eggie siblings. They can handle the trips, you can’t

To cut a story short, after Sir Pentious was busted for working for the Vees in order to defeat the Hazbin Hotel, however was accepted by Charlie and her squad. He ended up moving into Hotel. Which, yes, especially included you

Sir Pentious is as prideful of you as he is of his own inventions and of his Egg Bois. He flaunters you around and yells that you’re the cutest thing to ever exist and that you’re all his, you’re his daughter! Nobody else’s!

Sir Pentious, as your father, is protective and clingy. Like, so possessive that he’ll fight to keep people away from you and he’d rather give his tail away than letting somebody else hold you. You’re his precious little toddler and you’ll never like anybody more than him!

However, your beloved kooky father never has an issue with you being taken care of by his Egg Bois… but it’s kinda rare since well… that herd isn’t the most competent beings to exist

Sir Pentious has been… coping with living in this Hotel and with his precious pudgy scaly little potato of a child yet… he doesn’t like it anymore! How dare this disastrous situation happen?! He won’t ever forgive him—

Sir Pentious is outraged, fuming and bubbling like a boiling hot kettle. His broad hands balled up so much that his claws are digging into his own flesh as he watches with sharp slit eyes from across the room, Charlie Morningstar notices her new client’s distress and tries to ask what’s wrong in her usual caring optimistic manner but is met with a rageful hiss of a angry and jealous snake

“Look at him!”

Sir Pentious growls out furiously as he points out Alastor to Charlie… the Radio Demon, smiling with a sense of discomfort and dislike but hiding it rather well as he is looking down at the little adorable lizard-like sinner babygirl cuddling his pant leg by his own feet, his ears pinned back and red eyes flaring. This disgusts him but even HE has standards and he won’t harm children… he just hopes whoever owns this brat will take her away

Charlie tries to sweetly encourage Sir Pentious to not be mad at his beloved toddler’s new interest in Alastor and just go to you and have some father-daughter time as nobody’s really stoping him, yet Sir Pentious is not listening to the Princess’ attempts to help since he’s pulsing with envy and revenge, all against Alastor for the fact you’ve gone from liking your actual dad to liking HIM! That deer is not your daddy and never will be

“My eggie likes that screechy radio! Why doesn’t she like me?!”

Sir Pentious is almost about to bawl at this as he picks off his infamous tall tophat and squeezes it, the fangs and single eye on the silky fabric gritting up from him using the said sentient item as a stress reliever via his merciless grip. His long gracious eye-lined snake-ish tail wrapping up around himself from raw distraught that his daughter doesn’t ‘love him’ anymore

Charlie does her best to comfort her hotel client from his fatherly love-induced mess of a emotional state, it’s so intense that tears are always forming as he watches the way you cling onto Alastor’s pant leg stubbornly and mumble out your cute baby noises plus the little word of ‘Allystor!’ to try get the infamous overlord’s attention

Why won’t you cling onto his tail and blurt out ‘Daddy’? Did he do something wrong?! Sir Pentious won’t stop until he makes this right and make you love him again! The red man doesn’t deserve it, nobody deserves it like he does. He looks after you, he loves you, he spends so much money on you, he’s given you the best home and the best big siblings a child could ask for!

Sir Pentious can only angrily and jealously glare at you and Alastor for a moment or two longer, Charlie nervously and quietly at his side, still trying to convince him to go out there and prove he loves you, his little daughter, but he’s stuck. Also surrounded by his squeaking little Egg troops, he doesn’t know how to civilly approach Alastor without telling him to get the fuck away from you

All Sir Pentious can think in this moment, his world almost zoning out as he keeps examining every second you lovingly crawl on Alastor and squeak out his name for his attention. All he can think of is…

You don’t deserve him. He is the best dad, how could you betray him and go to another guy for love?

…

“I think I’ll go to the Deer, Ms. Morningstar”

[spaceagebachelormann]

What if Jekyll and Hyde (and Adam Frankenstein help I am falling in love...) had a short S/O... Like barely five foot tall... She's so small

✧.* 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒/𝐎

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST. NAVIGATION.

╰┈➤ CARMILLAS NOTES : RAHHH I REWATCHED BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN TODAY

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: mentions of death

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋

he thinks you’re so cute

he doesn’t really make fun of you and when he does it’s not even really making fun of you

likes to wrap his arms around your shoulders/waist from behind and lean his chin on your head/shoulder

if you ask him to grab something for you off a top shelf he does it with no hesitation

literally reaches up and hands it to you without you even needing to ask

he himself is like 6’1 ish so the height difference is really funny

when you’re sitting down he likes to stand behind you and talk about whatever and run his hands over your arms and shoulders

when you’re laying in bed with him he’ll always his your head on his chest and an arm wrapped around you

you’re literally the cutest thing ever in his eyes and he tells you non stop

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

he’s like barely taller than you (canonically like 5’2. i’m 5’1) and he’s never been more proud of his height after finding out

most likely only an inch taller but is so smug about it

but he glared at you like you’ve horribly wronged him when you ask him to get you something

as funny as it is to harass you for your height, he makes it very clear only he’s allowed to do it

when you guys walk around in public he probably puts an arm around your shoulders every once in awhile to remind you he’s still taller

he loves you but he loves that he’s taller than someone for once even more

but when someone in the street points out your (or his) height they never see the light of day ever again. actually they don’t see anything at all because they get killed

although his love language is gift giving because you’re shorter than him sometimes he likes to push the hair out of your face and lean down and just kiss your forehead

also definitely does that thing where he squishes your face

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

as cute as you are to him your height lowkey scares him

he’s about eight feet tall and insanely strong so your height kind of worries him

extremely careful around you

when he hugs you he very gently and very carefully rests one hand on top of your head and the other on your back and doesn’t dare to even move or tighten his grip out of fear that you’re gonna snap in half

his hugs are amazing though

and of course he grabs the things off the tall shelf he’s not a monster

sometimes he even lifts you onto his shoulder to let you get it yourself and see the world at a new angle but he is oh so careful not to drop you

when he isn’t fearing for your life and his sanity about your life possibly ending he likes when you just lay on him because you look so tiny and comfortable

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Falling Into Place

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Word count: 1.1k

Pairning: Aaron Hotchner x Agent!reader

Summary: Y/n navigates the evolving dynamics of her relationship with her boss, Aaron Hotchner, as their children bond during a soccer game

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A few months had passed since that first day when you brought Ava into the office, and things had shifted in small but significant ways. Hotch was no longer the distant, almost hostile boss you first met. He was warmer now, more approachable, especially when it came to Ava. You often found him engaging with her when you had to bring her around, and she had taken a shine to him as well, always lighting up when he appeared. He’d even helped with some babysitting emergencies when you were stuck at work—a gesture that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the team.

Still, nothing much had changed beyond that. There was no crossing of professional boundaries, though you'd be lying if you said you didn’t catch yourself thinking about him in ways you probably shouldn’t. You chalked it up to the fact that he was a single dad, tall, handsome, with that authoritative presence that always made you weak in the knees. But he was still your boss, and getting tangled up with Aaron Hotchner wasn’t an option.

Today was Ava’s first soccer game, a moment you’d been waiting for ever since she started training with the girls’ group. She’d been so excited in the days leading up to it, constantly talking about her new friends and the little drills they did at practice. As you dressed her in her tiny soccer uniform—complete with matching socks and the cutest pigtails—you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable she looked.

“Mommy, do I look like a soccer star?” she asked, spinning around in her outfit.

“You look like the cutest soccer player I’ve ever seen,” you replied, crouching down to kiss her cheek.

It was a warm summer day as you both made your way to the soccer field. The air was light, and you wore a breezy short summer dress that felt perfect for the occasion. As you settled on the sidelines with other parents, you noticed a few appreciative glances your way, but your attention was solely on Ava.

The game was adorable—kids running around, occasionally kicking the ball in the wrong direction, laughing and falling over. There were no winners, no losers, just the sheer joy of playing. Ava was doing well, her little legs pumping as she chased the ball with determination. You couldn’t have been prouder, clapping and cheering for her from the sidelines.

As the game was wrapping up, you suddenly spotted Hotch making his way over, Jack and Rossi in tow. Jack, now ten, looked excited as always for his game, and Rossi was carrying a bag of equipment, cracking jokes along the way.

“Well, look who it is!” Rossi called out when he saw you, his voice warm. “The next Mia Hamm, right?”

Ava waved at Rossi with a grin, and you laughed. “She’s definitely working on it.”

Hotch approached with a smile, though it was subtle as ever, and Jack immediately ran up to you both. “Hi, Ava! That was a cool game. You play soccer like me!”

Ava’s eyes lit up. “Really? You play too?”

Jack nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’m on the big kids’ team. You wanna watch me play?”

Ava nodded eagerly, turning to you with wide eyes. “Mommy, can we stay and watch Jack?”

Before you could answer, Jack turned to Hotch. “Dad, can Ava and her mom stay a little longer? I wanna show her how good I am.”

Hotch’s gaze flicked to you, and you felt a flutter in your chest at how he effortlessly commanded attention, even in a casual setting like this. His eyes lingered on you for a moment—just a moment too long, and you swore you saw something flicker in them. You knew the look. He was trying hard not to ogle you in your summer dress, and the thought sent a wave of heat through you. But you had to push it aside.

“I don’t see why not,” Hotch finally said, clearing his throat. “We’ve got a little break before Jack’s game.”

As you sat back down, you couldn’t help but watch Hotch as he got involved with coaching Jack’s team. There was something undeniably attractive about seeing him take charge, giving instructions to the kids with his calm authority. His voice was firm but patient, and the kids clearly respected him.

Your eyes drifted over him—his strong, broad shoulders, the way he moved with confidence. It didn’t help that some of the other soccer moms on the sidelines were obviously eyeing him as well, whispering amongst themselves and giving him glances that were far from subtle. You couldn’t really blame them. Hotch was tall, dark, and ridiculously handsome, and here he was, being the perfect father and coach all at once.

Still, you had to shake the thoughts out of your head. He was your boss. You couldn’t afford to have the hots for him, especially with all those moms practically drooling over him.

Rossi, ever the observant one, noticed you watching Hotch and sidled up to you with a knowing grin. “He’s good with kids, isn’t he?”

You shot him a look. “I’m just watching the game, Rossi.”

“Sure, you are,” he replied, winking. “And I’m just here for moral support.” He glanced over at Ava, who was talking animatedly with Jack. “You know, Ava’s lucky. She’s got one hell of a mom. And between you and me, if Hotch wasn’t so damn focused all the time, he’d see it too.”

You flushed at his words. “Rossi, I—”

He raised his hands. “Hey, just saying. I see how he looks at you. And how you look at him. But you know, I think Ava wouldn’t mind if her mom found someone good.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his comment, and you looked away quickly, focusing back on the field. Rossi always knew how to get under your skin, but you appreciated his protectiveness.

As Jack’s game began, Ava tugged on your arm, asking if they could play together after the match. You glanced at Hotch, who overheard and gave you a small nod, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“I don’t see why not,” Hotch said, his gaze meeting yours again. And for a second, just a second, you felt the weight of everything between you—the unspoken attraction, the shared moments with your kids. It was all there, simmering just beneath the surface.

But for now, you pushed it aside, watching as Jack played his game while Ava cheered him on from your lap. You couldn’t help but sneak glances at Hotch every now and then, the way he handled himself as a coach, as a father. It was a dangerous game, letting yourself feel anything more for him, especially with all the other women around who clearly wanted his attention.

But something about the way he looked at you today—the way his eyes softened when they met yours—made you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was feeling it too.

[theholypeanut]

Planet Hotline Disaster

Summary: Kurona got a crush on a new girl… who is way taller than him

Cw: fluff, insecure Kurona, cute Kurona, tall!Reader f!reader, Isagi, Bachira and Chigiri being disasterous virgin besties, getting secondhand embarrassment for Kurona [*], 1.1k words

Kurona Ranze never expected to fall in love. Love was just something he never thought about, he had other things in his life: football, sharks, his routine, braids - just not romantic love. And it was fine - his life felt full and happy.

Then one day he met you and everything just went upside down. Before, Kurona never thought twice about his height - it’s not an important thing for football so why would he care?

“Ah Damn, she looks like a freakin’ giraffe” he heard his classmate commenting loudly on the hallway. When he turned around, his stomach flipped. You were so beautiful: long legs, beautiful eyes, amazing hair just right for braids - and you were definitely taller than him.

“Dude, shut up. Honestly she must be a model, because damn” - he had no idea who said it, but Kurona agreed in his mind. He never saw a more beautiful human being.

It was the beginning of your second year in high school and you changed schools because of your parents new job in this city. You felt so out of place, still awkward and way too shy to answer to the comments, so you just pretended like you cannot hear it. Anxiety was eating you from inside out and the fact that you were easily taller than any other girl in your year did not help.

The fact that you became desk mates was like in a movie - Kurona definitely felt like it was a string of fate in his favour. You were always so nice to him, so polite, that he couldn’t help but blush way too often for his own sanity. On the other hand every time he wanted to talk to you, words were just stuck in his throat. Sometimes you’d ask a question and he answered the most ridiculous and incoherent thought he had, because his brain just stopped responding. And you couldn’t stop thinking how adorable he looks when he blushes.

At this point all of his football friends knew what was going on.

“You know, you should ask her for her number” suggested Isagi during lunch “she seem to like you, and you can always use the excuse that you didn’t hear what was the homework, or ask her about school”

“Actually this is not such a bad idea” Chigiri agreed “it’s not like you are asking her out yet. Also maybe writing will go easier than talking.”

Kurona avoided eye contact and just sit there quietly eating his bento.

“You know you cannot just look at her and blush forever” Bachira added, what felt like a knife in the heart. He could. Actually, looking at you from the distance and watching you laugh, smile, or focus on the lesson was just enough for him. What made him feel sick to his stomach was the idea you’d find someone and fall in love. That this another person will come to your desk to flirt with you, hold your hand in the hallways, or take you home. Idea of watching you happy shouldn’t feel so bad, however all of this potential images just made Kurona nauseous. The truth is, he was too embarrassed to admit it even to himself, that he wants to do all of that stuff - not seeing someone else taking you away. However how could you ever choose him? You were so out of his league. Girls like you don’t want short guys like him.

The closest he’d ever gone to a romantic moment with you, was when you were doodling animals in your notebook during a boring class, and he couldn’t stop looking at your hands. You noticed how much he paid attention to the drawing, so with this beautiful smile, you took his notebook and drew the cutest shark he ever saw, with a tiny heart next to his head. If he could, he’d cut this page out and frame it, put next to the bed and just look at it before going to sleep everyday.

“How do you even ask girl for a number?” Kurona asked with a weak voice. His friends went silent. The truth was, well, all of them were quite disasterous virgins.

“You can for example told her to send you photo of her notes later, because you didn’t pay attention during class” Chigiri suggested.

“Or you can tell her that her number would look so good in your phone!” Bachira said with enthusiasm. Isagi and Chigiri sent him a stinky side eye.

“Yeah Bachira, I don’t know if you remember, but the last time she asked him if she can borrow his notebook, he answered “mozzarella”” Chigiri were ruthless in his words. “I think this line might leave a wrong impression”

Just for the reminder of Mozzarella Incident Kurona’s face turn red.

“You can just say she looks pretty” Isagi added. “Simple, easy. I don’t know. Compliment her hair.”

“Yeah, girls love it when you compliment their hair” Chigiri nodded. “This one would be the best. From there when conversation starts, you can ask if she maybe wants to exchange contacts. You can do it!”

All hyped up, Kurona came back to class. I can do it, he thought. I can ask her. He gathered all of his mental strength when you sat next to him for the next period. And for entire class he was repeating in his head what he will say to you.

Your hair are so pretty. I didn’t pay attention, could you maybe give me your phone number, so you can send me your notes later?

“Kurona-kun, lesson already ended” he heard your angelic voice. He felt like his brain got overheated.

“Oh, yes, yes. Sorry” he said, feeling that his hands begin to shake. It’s now or never. “Em!” He said to get your attention on him.

“Yes?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention on class, could you maybe give me your number so can you send me your hair later?” He said on one breath.

“You want me to send you… my hair?”

Brain.exe stopped responding.

“No no no, I mean, your hair are so pretty, and I think you would look so pretty in my phone”

Oh no.

At this point you couldn’t even keep a straight face. Kurona’s face had almost the same colour as his hair. You giggled. He wanted to just vanish from the face of the earth.

“Oh really?” At this point it was almost cruel to tease him. “You know, I think you would look very pretty in my phone too.”

You took a step towards the pink boy and leaned down right next to his ear. You touched his cheek right next to the short braid and made him shiver.

“I really like you too”

By slowlyholypeanut

I was 🤏 this close to naming this fic Mozzarella Incident

Also this was supposed to be his birthday fic, but I was too tired with life - but happy birthday to our best boy!

[happyfoolz]

unexpected. — #3. tiny server

a/n: i read that in korea you pay your check at the counter and tipping is not common, so that's what i went with btw!

warnings: sexual jokes (kinda), mentions (and a picture) of food, yn is still going through it

wc: 1.9k + sns

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You still can't believe it. 

What have you ever done to deserve this?

The image of Soobin leaving with that short-haired girl, with the most adorable smile plastered on his face and his ears slightly tinted red, still plagues your mind like a curse you can't escape from.

You should've known! The second Kai called and told you he was sick and wouldn't be able to make it to the restaurant tonight, you should've taken that as a clear sign from the universe that things were bound to blow up in your face. Why else would your sunshine friend be taken away from you on such a big night?

The worst part is how much effort you put into looking cute. Did you seriously put on the cutest dress you own just to watch as the love of your life slipped between your fingers? Did you really spend almost an hour on your hair and makeup just to be humiliated?

"Earth to Y/N!" Taehyun snaps his fingers in front of you as you stare into the void. "Look, I know things didn't work out the way you thought they would, but you seriously need to snap out of it."

"You wouldn't be saying that if you witnessed the love of your life leaving with the most gorgeous girl you've ever seen," you respond dramatically.

You can't even blame Soobin. Hell, even you would like to get her number and leave this place with her. The girl's stunning.

He stares blankly at you for a few seconds, his eyes not blinking at all, not knowing how to even react to that. After a moment of silence, he finally lets out the deepest of sighs.

"Okay," he grabs one of your hands gently, placing it between both of his, "look at me."

"What?" 

"You don't even know the guy. He's not the love of your life just because he's tall and handsome or whatever." He sounds like he's talking to a child, very patiently explaining something that seems obvious to everyone else but the kid — in this case, you.

"No, you don't get it!" You insist, pouting. "We had a connection!"

"Noona, I love you, you know I do, but you can't assume you're gonna end up with someone just because you dreamed about it once or twice," he sounds almost motherly. It would be funny, if you weren't the one being lectured now. "I dreamed I was dating Sabrina Carpenter the other night. Do you think it was because we're soulmates and we're bound to be together, or because you made me watch every single music video she has ever released in one sitting?" He raises an eyebrow at you. "We eat here every week, so you see him regularly, and obviously he's a good-looking dude, so it makes sense that you'd see him in your dreams. But do you even know anything about this man besides his name?"

You furrow your eyebrows, jutting out your lower lip even more. You know he's right, but you're too stubborn to admit it because you hate it.

Looking around, you can see the guy who hosted the quiz session eating something while two girls in medieval-looking dresses chat him up, a table of five people talking way too loudly, and a few couples at other tables, but most people have already left now that the "big event" is over.

And honestly, what a boring event it was. You didn't know what the hell anyone was talking about, everyone was too loud and overly excited for reasons you couldn't understand, Soobin was constantly in a hurry, and… well, here you are now while he's probably kissing his girl. 

And his girl is not you. 

"Yeah, whatever," you reluctantly give in, folding your arms.

"Good evening," a polite voice chips in, and Taehyun immediately lets go of your hand and leans back on his chair. "I'm Beomgyu! My colleague had to leave a little earlier due to a personal emergency, so I'll be your server for the rest of the night."

You look up at him, trying not to show that your life is currently in shambles.

It's the other waiter, the shortest one among the boys. His eyes are bigger, his brown hair is slightly longer and lighter than Soobin's, his shoulders are not as broad, you can't see any dimples on his cheeks, and his…

"Can I get you anything? Maybe some dessert?" He goes on, unknowingly snapping you out of your sad, pathetic daze.

"Actually, can we get some fries, please? To go, if that's alright," Taehyun answers. "I think we're ready to leave now, but our friend will start World War III if we don't bring her fries."

Beomgyu chuckles politely. "Of course! Anything else?"

"I'd like a shot of vodka," you say, staring into nothing once more, "or ten."

"Oh. Uh, well, the ba–" 

Taehyun clears his throat, interrupting the server.

"She'll have a can of Sprite, please. And a straw."

"But Tyun!" You whine, pouting once again.

"But Y/N!" Your friend mocks you. "You're driving tonight and I'm not about to die in a car crash because of you," he says, more seriously now. "Besides, you don't even like vodka."

"Ugh, fine. A Sprite for me while we wait for those fries, then, please…" You attempt to smile politely at the waiter.

He bites his lips and nods, writes down your order, and then smiles back at you.

"Alright, ma'am, I'll get that right away for you."

"Oh, please don't call me ma'am, it's been enough of a humiliating night for me."

"Um, sorry… Miss?"

You nod at him slowly. "Thank you."

Taehyun also smiles at the boy, but as soon as he's out of earshot, your friend goes back to telling you off.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N," he hisses, "vodka? Really?"

"This is the worst night of my life," you whine. "I deserve some alcohol."

"I can think of at least ten nights that were worse for you than this one," he argues — and, once again, he's right. "You'll survive."

"God, just let me be dramatic for once! Look at me!" Your hands gesture to your own body. "I got all dolled up! And for what?"

"Exactly! You look good as fuck! You shouldn't be suffering right now because of some random dude."

You grunt and support your chin on your palms, your elbows resting on the table. "I hate this."

Yet another sigh escapes from him, but he finally changes his tone back to a more understanding and loving one. "Alright, listen. Do you wanna cancel the sleepover with Chaewon?"

You stare up at him, speechless for a few seconds.

"No! Why would I–"

"Excuse me, sorry," Beomgyu's soft voice interrupts you, placing the can on the table. "Here's your Sprite, and here's your straw. Would you like a glass and some ice?"

"Oh, um– that's okay, I'll just use the straw. We'll probably be leaving before I finish this anyway."

"Alright! Your fries will be here in just a few minutes."

"Thank you, Beomgyu." You offer him another smile, and wait until he's far away before you continue your bickering with your best friend: "Why would I cancel the fucking sleepover? Do you want me to die?"

"Well, I don't know! Like you said, you got all dolled up. We could take you to a party where you can find a random hot stranger to hook up with or something," he states, while opening the can of soda for you. "I'm sure Chae wouldn't be against it, and this way your outfit wouldn't go to waste."

"I don't want a random hot stranger! I just want–“

"Hey, shush," he cuts you off, and it looks like he's about to laugh. "Unless you want all of his coworkers to know you want his dick."

You immediately slap the back of his head. How dare he say that? He winces, but ends up laughing while rubbing the spot you just hit.

"I don't want his dick, I want his heart," you speak almost in a whisper.

"Tomayto-tomahto." Taehyun shrugs and drinks a sip of your soda before giving it to you. 

"Shut up," you mutter, finally grabbing the Sprite. "I fucking hate you."

"I'm sure you do." He hands you the straw, and the smug smile on his face makes you roll your eyes before you take it.

"Hello again!" Beomgyu comes over one last time, just a few minutes after bringing your soda. "Here are your fries." He places a paper bag on the table. "Can I help you with anything else?"

"Oh, it's okay, we'll get going now," you tell him. "Thank you again."

"Alright, you guys have a good night, then!"

"You too." You smile politely at the boy.

After he leaves, you grab your stuff, get up, and follow your friend to the counter. You're about to grab your wallet when Taehyun gestures for you not to. Before you know it, he's already exchanging pleasantries with the cashier and swiping his card, although you agreed to pay for his stuff tonight. It's fine, though. You can always get him some snacks another time to make up for it.

After he's done paying, you text Chaewon to let her know you'll pick her up soon. She asks if you bought the fries she requested, and when you say yes, she just tells you to "hurry up then". 

However, before you reach the door, the server who replaced Soobin intercepts your path.

"Oh, hey, um–" He offers you another paper bag. "Here."

You knit your eyebrows in confusion and exchange a quick look with Taehyun before looking at the boy in front of you again, totally lost.

"Um," you lift the bag you're carrying, "you already g–"

"Oh! No, no. This is for you," he interrupts you to clarify what's happening. "Brownie bites, you know, from the dessert menu. On the house, I mean. Sorry, I don't mean to be disrespectful or anything, it's just that you kinda look like you could use a little pick-me-up."

It takes you a beat to get it, but when you do, a smile creeps on your lips.

"Oh." You don't know why he's acting so sweet — do you really look that miserable? —, but the gesture brings you warmth after the bucket of ice-cold water Choi Soobin dumped on your head earlier. So, of course, you accept the little treat. You deserve it, don't you? "That's… very kind of you, actually. Thank you so much." Your voice sounds much sweeter now. "Have a great night, Beomgyu."

He nods, a timid smile appearing on his face. "You too."

As soon as you're out the door, Taehyun puts his hands in his pockets and laughs quietly.

"What is it now?" You bump your shoulder against his. "If you're laughing at how miserable I am right now I'll kill you, I swear."

"It's not that," he says. "But this is kinda funny."

"What's funny? There's not a single thing that happened tonight that was funny," you counter.

He shakes his head.

"Let's buy some ice cream on the way, I'm kinda craving it."

You sigh, but give up easily. "Yeah, okay." He's avoiding your question, but you're not gonna force him to answer it. "But I'm paying."

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[descendantsramblings]

Thank you baby, sorry for messing up that post the first time, I might be stupid, so your ask is a touch cut off on both sides

Anyway, back to the show

And I decided that this takes place in 1985 even though we don't have a set year so I could reference '84 movies. Do y'all even know what a VCR is? Is that gonna confuse y'all? I had blues clues on a bright orange VHS as a kid and I miss it every day.

Scales

Morgie le Fay x Reader

Pronouns used: they/them/theirs

Summary: Morgie could think of about 100 things he’d rather do that coparent a dragon with Merlin Academy’s sweetheart

Warnings: Morgie is a little OOC due to being in a bad mood (and hating dragons), Swearing, reader is implied to be shorter than Morgie (idk how tall Peder is and don't really care so sorry if I made y'all reallll short with that), this reads pretty platonic so sorry if that's not what you wanted, Reader calls Morgie "Daddio" but i assure you it's not how you think

Word Count: 3.5K

   There was no class that the sorcerer hated more than “Care of Magical Creatures”. The only magical creature he had any interest in was himself, he was a lovely magical creature, a shape shifter. He knows how to care for himself, what other magical creatures could he have to learn to care about? But this? This just made the class even worse. Of course, Merlin would clock him on how often he was skipping the day that Dragon Parenting week started. Maybe graduating wasn’t worth it, he could fail his senior year, he’d be okay with that. If it meant he didn’t have to pretend to care about a dreadfully scaled little creature, he could fail. He’ll graduate next year, that’s fine by him. Who cares what his dreadfully evil mother would say about him failing? He does, he cares about it. Guess Morgie is stuck here.

   Madam Harleen is wandering around her classroom, a bright pink clipboard in her hands as she does. “Now, one big part of this project is making sure that you have a randomly assigned partner. I took the liberty of using a RNG to make sure that each of you were fairly assigned to your co-parent for the week.” His eyes roll back into his head, of course she would. As long as he didn’t get Bridget Hearts or either of her exhausting little friends, Morgie could care less. The last thing he needed was to deal with Uliana complaining about him hanging around one of them while he was caught up with handling a creature so absolutely dreadful. Maybe they could find a cool one, if they went first they could. Morgie had peaked into the box of dragon hatchlings as he passed Madam Harleen’s desk, there were some pretty cool looking ones. As long as he didn’t get stuck with the scrawny little purple and orange hatchling he would be okay.

   “Mr. le Fay and Mx. (L/n),” Madam Harleen is obviously proud of the duo as she says it, looking between the two teens. Of course, who else would Morgie be paired with except for sunshine itself? (Y/n) (L/n) with their sweetheart personality and gentle hands and adoring smiles. The only royal in this entire school who was somehow nicer than Bridget. Today was on its way to ending him. Or at least his reputation, he may as well just go ahead and ask Hades to send him to the underworld. There was no way that Uliana would ever let him hear the end of this, if he could even get through it. Yet here they come, with that stupid bouncy walk and the gentle smile as they make their way to his side. Falling beside him with one of those big sugar sweet smiles. “So,” they reach out a hand for him to shake, “Are you so entirely excited for this project like I am? Because I love dragons, they’re the absolute cutest.” As they realize he isn’t going to shake their hand they draw it back, letting it fall weakly at their side. “Not really.” A frown meets their lips momentarily before something seems to flicker through their eyes. Frown quickly replaced by another excited smile, “Well, if you don’t like dragons, does that mean I can pick our hatchling? There was one I absolutely had my eyes on when we walked in.” 

   Hazel eyes roll in their sockets, a hand waving the excitable royal off, “Yeah, sure , whatever you want. Just don’t make me get up.” What Morgie is pretty sure is a squeal slips from their lips, (Y/n) bouncing out of their seat and over to the box up front, leaning over it with this big sweet smile. It could almost be admirable, something that Morgie would never admit out loud. The person who swallowed the sun in real life. An actual picture of the love of life, painted out right before you. There was something about them that was almost beautiful, or at least they could be. Maybe, if they weren’t coming back to him with the scrawniest little purple and orange hatchling cuddling against their chest. Its head against their chest as if it was listening to their heartbeat. Maybe it was, Morgie was almost sure that their heartbeat had to somehow be prettier or sweeter than other people’s. His sounded different, surely there were other people who had different heartbeats too. Perhaps that was just due to him being a shapeshifter? 

   “Okay this little tag on his collar says he’s a boy, isn’t that fun?” Morgie looks the dragon up and down, nose scrunching with distaste. “Honestly I always saw myself as more of a girl dad.” His comment earns him an eye roll and a giggle, “You know, Morgie, you’re really taking all of the fun out of this.” Now he’s the one laughing, glancing between the royal and the dragon. It hisses at him, a minor puff of fire coming with the sound which makes the boy jump, laughter dying for a look of shock. “There was never any fun in all of this. And that thing hates me.” “He’s not a thing, he’s our son, at least for a week.” The comment makes the boy look even more disgusted, staring at them as if looking for the second head they seemed to be growing. “He’s a pet at best, we do not have a child together. We will never have a child together. Don’t word it like that.” 

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   He’d been away from (Y/n) and that dreadful little creature for a few hours now. If Morgie was lucky, they would recognize he was ignoring them and just take all the work, that was his hope at least. But of course, since Merlin and maybe even the gods above hate him, sunshine incarnate found him while he was sitting with his friends. Calling his name like a song as they come up behind him, that awful little dragon curled up against their chest. He pinches his eyes closed, head falling back with a groan as they approach, that perfect little smile on their face. “Okay, so I had him in all of my classes today and I already went and bought dragon food and things of the like since you were nowhere to be found. So I think it’s more than fair for you to take Viper for the first night, and I’ll come get him when your classes are over tomorrow for my night with him.” 

   Morgie doesn’t mean to let his jaw fall the way it does, his intention wasn’t the way his brows raise. But no one spoke to his friends like that, outside of them- they could actually be impossibly bossy with each other. “Yeah, no thanks,” he attempts to turn back to the poker game before them when he feels a hand snag his shoulder, forcing him to stay facing them. Okay, maybe sunshine was more of a rainbow. There was definitely some rain hidden behind them. “No. You aren’t scary enough to trick me into doing all your work for you. You get Viper tonight, I am not doing everything for you. I might be friends with her, but I am not Bridget. No one is pushing me around.” Maybe rain wasn’t the right word, fire. This was fire, and Morgie might be able to get something out of fire. 

   “Viper? I don’t remember agreeing to that.” There’s this odd look of satisfaction on their face as (Y/n) drops the dreadful collection of purple scales into his lap. “I thought you would like it, serpent boy. You’re both snake themed.” Of course they thought like that, why would he ever think otherwise. “Have fun with our kid, Daddio, I’ll collect him tomorrow! He better be alive and well,” Something about their voice is almost mocking, it draws a smirk to the boy’s face. Maybe Merlin Academy’s sweetheart had some tricks up their sleeve. Less of an angel than people thought, huh? He looks down to the dragon, the thing glaring up at him from its perch on his lap. “Well, I bet they’d be mad if I released you, wouldn’t they?” His hand reaches towards it and the dragon snaps its jaws, Morgie quickly recoiling. Wonderful, it hates him. 

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   The last three days have been torture for Morgie le Fay, and not in the fun masochist way. (Y/n) (L/n) was exhausting, nothing he did was right. Of course, to be fair, nothing that he tried to do was correct. He knew that. Morgie had no interest in parenting a scaled flame thrower. He hated that thing, and Viper hated him right back. If it bit him one more time he was positive he would lose a hand. Morgie was good with animals, of the normal variety. The type of animals he could shift into were wonderful. But the only villain that the dreadful thing liked was Maleficent, the girl holding it more often than not when they were all together. Morgie likes to believe it was because she could turn into one of the dreadful things, and honestly he was starting to see her as less likable because of it. 

  But, he didn’t have to see it today. Tonight was (Y/n)’s night with it, he was free for just one night. No fights in the morning, no loss of sleep due to an overgrown lizard hoping on his feet and biting them.  At least, he was supposed to be free. So why was sunshine standing in his doorway, holding the creature he oh so dearly despised? Morgie drags a hand down his face, letting out a groan. “Why are you here, (Y/n)?” The perky smile they give him would be comforting if he wasn’t positive that they were planning something. “Well, Morgie, I think we got off on the wrong foot, all three of us,” they force their way into the dorm as they speak, that smile never faltering. “You, me, and the overgrown lizard?” “Baby dragon.” “Whatever,” he sighs, leaning against his door as he takes in the sight. They stand in his dorm like they’re meant to be there, smile ever so warm and bright.  Sunshine in the dark, villainous room. It was nauseating. 

    “So anyway, I thought that maybe the three of us should try bonding. I can’t tell for sure but I think that Viper agrees with me. So I am going to leave him here, and then I’ll be back with stuff for the three of us to have a movie night.” “Absolutely not,” Morgie scoffs, staring at them as if they had gone and lost their mind. “No, it’ll be fun Morgie. Plus everyone knows that you and Hook have a VCR hidden in here and I just bought ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ on VHS.” He stares at them, waiting patiently for them to do something that lets him call their bluff. But they’re smiling, toying with their fingers as the dragon sits beside them, pawing at their leg. “You have Elm Street on VHS? You like horror movies?” They nod, an eager and fast motion that he was sure made them dizzy. “Yeah, who doesn’t? I also have jiffy pop and cold cokes. If you’re down that is,” there’s this longing hope in their eyes that seems to make his stomach churn. “You, little sunshine and rainbows. Mx. Giggles and cupcakes and tutoring, like horror? Like genuinely like horror movies?” “Is that so hard to believe?” It was. They were the picture of perfect and proper. Shouldn’t they be all over “Sixteen Candles” and “Footloose”? This would let him call their bluff, surely they were just trying to look good in front of a villain. 

   “Alright, go get it then.” A squeal comes out of their lips, the royal literally bouncing on their toes as they clap in excitement. “Perfect, you watch Viper and I will be right back!” They’re running out of the door before the boy can argue, typical. The little dragon jumping from where he was in the center of the room to the door, clawing at it with little barks and whines as if it was a puppy. He was kind of cute like that, not in the way an actual puppy would be, but still kinda cute. He’d actually gotten a little bit bigger since the two of them took him in, all (Y/n)’s doing Morgie was sure. They had been the one to pick out the food, and seemingly the only one who could get the thing to do any tricks. It could care less about listening to Morgie. The sorcerer was beginning to wonder if this was how Maleficent’s mother felt, having a little dragon refuse to listen because it hates you. That would be something. 

   “Get off the door,” the boy groans, throwing himself on his bed. It doesn’t seem to care what he said. “Dragon, stop,” he groans, shaking his head as it seems to get more aggressive. “Dragon! Stop scratching the door!” Though he can’t see it, Morgie can feel the way that his eyes flash into snake eyes, something that only seemed to be involuntary when he was angered. Why did that stupid lizard need his project partner so badly? What made it hate him from the second they met? This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. He was a sorcerer of dark magic, a shapeshifter, that stupid animal should like him more than Mx. Sunshine and lollipops. What is this thing’s problem? 

   When the door’s catch clicks, Morgie lets out a soft sigh, thankful that (Y/n) was back to make the creature stop. “What the fuck?” Hook hollers, jumping back as the dragon hatchling shoots past him, somewhere between running and flying as it tries to get away from them. “Mate, your awful little pet got out,” he snaps, making a b-line for his bed as he strips from his jacket. He hated that thing. Morgie was absolutely positive that he hated that thing, so why is his stomach dropping to his feet? In a flash, Morgie had clambered to his feet, dashing to the door and snatching it back open. 

    (Y/n) wasn’t expecting Morgie to snatch the door open in their face, his own a mix of terror and shame. “Morgie, what in the world-” They don’t get to finish before he snatches the VHS and snacks from their hands dropping them on the table the boys kept by the door before pushing past them. “The dragon wouldn’t stop trying to get to you and then Hook opened the door and the little thing got out.” “You let him get out?” They could feel fear running through their chest as they realized their new companion, their biggest grade of the semester, was godmother knows where. This was bad, this was insanely fucking bad. “Hook let him out, not me!” “This is so fucking bad,” they nearly whimper, staring down the hall the opposite way from where they came to see if maybe Viper would still be visible. “You swear?” 

    They turn to him as if he’s crazy. “You are focused on the wrong thing right now, le Fay. Now come on,” their hand encircles his wrist, dragging the boy down the hall. He would normally fight it, but they looked so scared, and he felt so guilty, so his feet keep pace with theirs. Where do dragons hide anyway? Where would a dragon go if looking for them? Not their dorm, it went the wrong way for that. “Courtyard,” it's straight forward, gentler than he’d ever spoken to them as they pause for a second. “What?” “We hand Viper off in the Courtyard. If he’s trying to find you, that’s where he is.” A smile breaks across their lips and for a moment they let them both stop to breathe. “What?” It only gets bigger, all bright and sunny again, “You called him ‘him’, and his name. You haven’t done that all week.” He stares at them, his own little smile cracking out across his lips, “Yeah, well, it matters to you.” (Y/n) stands on their toes, tapping the tip of Morgie’s nose, “I think we’re growing on you, serpent boy.”  He hums, rolling his eyes but he can’t break the smile, “Yeah, whatever you say. Now come on, let’s go get our dragon.” 

   The two should have let go of each other by now, they know that. Yet (Y/n)’s hand stays firmly on Morgie’s wrist as they make their way to the courtyard. Both teenagers were hyper aware of the fact that something had changed between them, some little weight lifted from both of their shoulders. Not that they’d mention it, not now anyway. They aren’t supposed to exist in the same world, the week would be over and so would any idea of friendship that might be blooming in their minds. A villain and someone who was friends with Bridget could never be friends. That was law. They get to the courtyard in a comfortable silence, the only one that had ever existed between them. Of course, the little dragon wouldn’t just be out in the open, they should have both known that. But that doesn’t stop (Y/n) from getting a little anxious, eyes whipping around the yard wildly in a panic. 

   “Morgie, he’s not here. He’s not here, we lost him. We’re gonna fail and I’m going to lose him. This is awful.” He doesn’t realize he’s reaching out to them until his hand lands adoringly on their shoulder, forcing the royal to turn to him. Once they are, his hand slides to rest under their chin, tilting it upwards. “Hey, he’s probably just hiding because he got scared when you weren’t here. Let’s split up, check the bushes on either side of the yard. I bet you half the bag of haribos in my room that he’s just curled up somewhere.” They nod, taking a deep breath as they step away from him, turning to go check the left side of the courtyard. Leaving him with the right, and the speed he makes towards the bushes shocks even him. This little dragon meant far too much to them, he couldn’t be the thing that let it get lost. Even if it was Hook’s fault, in a way it was his, wasn’t it? He never tried to care for Viper, never tried to bond with it. So of course, he wouldn’t want to be around the sorcerer. He caused this, and if they couldn’t find him, Morgie would own up to that. Maybe Madam Harleen would give (Y/n) a do over? 

   Not that they would need one, when he checks his third bush in the courtyard, something hisses at him. A tiny puff of fire coming with the sound. “Viper,” the name comes out on a sigh of relief as he reaches down for the little dragon. Delicately lifting him up and against his own chest. “You had us worried sick, you know that?” At the comment, (Y/n) turns around. Their face lights up as they stare at the little dragon, the hatchling fighting in Morgie’s arms to get to his preferred owner. Sunshine itself bounces up to Morgie, relieved and excited hands reaching out for him to hand Viper over. He waits until they’re close enough and softly slip the hatchling into their hands. Watching with a strange adoration as they nuzzle their nose against the top of Viper’s head. “Don’t you ever do that again.” Like a mother scolding their child who ran off in the mall they reprimand the little creature, smiling up at Morgie when they’re satisfied. “Thank you.” 

   “Thank me? I’m the reason he got out.” “But, you cared enough to help me look for him. So whether it was for him, or me, or our grade. Thank you.” He smiles back, reaching out to scratch Viper between the wings. “Yeah, well you can make it up to me with movie night.” They smirk, raising their eyebrows, “Maybe. Depends on what type of Haribos you’re hiding in that room of yours.” Of course they would harp on that, the creature of sugar and sun that they were. “Happy colas, but if I pull them out and Hook sees he will for sure demand that I share with him.” He’s met with a hum, and a playful glint in their eyes as they seem to be plotting something. “Yeah well, we can hide them between us. I’m sure you’ll end up clinging to me anyway. I bet you’re a bitch when it comes to horror movies.” He should be offended, he know he should, but instead Morgie’s body is racked with laughter. “Oh you do swear! Who would have thought? Does your mommy know you act like that?” “Oh shut up!” They’re laughing too, smirk falling to a real laugh. “Does Bridget know you act like that? I thought I was the bully here.” He catches a playful smack to the shoulder, laughing as they grab his hand, “Come on. Let’s go before the Jiffy pop gets all gross.”

[oneatlatime]

The Tales of Ba Sing Se PART 1

Once upon a time in Ba Sing Se, the Gaang got Appa back. The end. Please?

This title sounds rather expositiony, but last episode was already a plot/exposition dump, and a rather dark one at that. So who knows? Not me.

Sokka hun I think you're supposed to shave with a blade slightly less substantial than that.

I am fascinated by the hair loopies. I always thought that they were braided in, but they clip in. Does she have a magnet in her braid that they clip in to? A lego type system?

CAT

Toph's morning routine is uncomfortably close to mine.

I know Toph likes being slobby to stick it to the man, but wouldn't it also help with her spatial awareness if she's always sporting a healthy coating of earth? Maybe she can sense where her limbs are better or something?

"Spa day!" "Do I have to?" UNCOMFORTABLY CLOSE GUYS.

That has got to be torture. How would you like a pumice stone to the eyeballs?

Now THAT'S a healthy coating of earth.

You're not usually into that stuff? You got dolled up last episode.

Are there voice acting awards? Because whoever voiced these guys needs one. I have never in my life heard such perfectly distilled middle school clique bitch impression.

That's cathartic.

Katara's smothering/mothering tendencies usually annoy me, but it's a good thing those means girls happened when Katara was around, because this calls for serious hugs. I almost want to say that it's out of character to see Toph not be 100% sure of herself, but I think it adds character instead.

Do you think anyone's ever told Toph before that she's really pretty? Ever?

That's a good hug.

Is this short stories? Like an anthology? TALES of Ba Sing Se. Like day in the life? Ok. I'm going to break this up for ease of reading/writing.

The Tale of Iroh

If Iroh hadn't distinguished himself by making the best tea in the city, he would have come to everyone's attention anyway by single handedly fixing everyone's personal problems.

Bending soccer. Why didn't I think of that?

His voice is funny in this scene. Also isn't honour a fire nation thing?

One of my absolute favourite things about Iroh is that his philosophical side is always balanced out by a practical side. He's always philosophising but he's also always grounded. Sometimes hightailing it is what needs doing. Sometimes your sister is crazy and needs to go down.

You know you're bad at crime when your poor stance actually offends the guy you're mugging.

I also like how Iroh really doesn't moralise. He'll teach this guy what conditions the moonflower likes; he'll teach this guy how to mug better. Knowledge is for sharing, no judgment attached!

Random mugger speedruns Zuko's arc.

So pretty. It's been a while since there's been good pretty.

oh shit

ok

Now I have questions!

The Tale of Aang

Writers take note: You see this sad face? You see what you've done to my boy? You can reverse it with one simple trick! GIVE HIM APPA BACK.

I love this. Can't help Appa, so Aang helps every other animal in Ba Sing Se instead.

I want to know what this is. Monkey panther?

I didn't realise until now how tall platypus bears were.

CABBAGE GUY! HI!

Actual dragonflies. Punny.

I love these. My nomination for cutest atla animal.

I hope that wasn't required agricultural land. Should have put the zoo near the drill instead. That land already looked close to salted.

This was some Toph level bending. Love to see Aang's skills progress.

Turtle seal's got competition for cutest animal.

Just call this portion the petting zoo and it's a win.

The Tale of Sokka

Something I don't talk about enough is Sokka's supernatural skill with that boomerang. The realistic explanation is that he's spent every spare minute since receiving it honing his skills by chucking it at random piles of snow, but I like to think he's a boomerang bender. Actually wouldn't boomerang bending be a manifestation of latent airbending tendencies?

I make this face at lasagne.

I may have to make another Sokka's Stupid Faces post.

There is nothing oaflike about falling out of a window and into a Haiku. He was even polite about it!

Somebody introduce Sokka to flyting.

Forget about being a warrior, Aang needs to end this war yesterday so that Sokka can go be a poet. Warrior poet. He's way too creative to waste on cannon fodder.

Poetry bouncer. The longer I think about that the funnier it gets.

Betrayed by hubris.

A Poetry bouncer. Who comes up with this stuff? How do you come up with that? I keep thinking about a poetry bouncer and I keep giggling.

I'm breaking this post here as I'm reaching the image limit. Part 2 coming immediately!

[galactiquest]

Trigun x Reader Drabbles: Clothes-Stealing

Anyone else ever thought about taking your partner's clothes, or even having them take your clothes? It's something I've been thinking about for the Trigang for a bit... So here's some little drabbles!

Gender neutral reader--the only things assumed here are that you wear a t-shirt!

Vash the Stampede:

Vash, sweet as he is, isn't keen at first to admit that he's been taking your clothes. Without your permission or knowing. Maybe first it was a pair of gloves, then a handkerchief, and then... One of your shirts went missing. Yep, he's a stealer, alright. The thing is with Vash is that he's so comparatively massive to you (regardless of whether you're tall or short) that your shirts on him either don't fit at all, or look like crop tops. Now, on the inverse? Absolutely. Vash doesn't have a whole lot of shirts that he wears (he's usually in that leather-like gear) but if he does, he squeals a little on the inside if you wear it, because he thinks you look adorable engulfed in his clothing.

Also, he might let you borrow his jacket later on... Or might scoop you up and hold you inside of it. There's room for both of you!

Nicholas D. Wolfwood:

Wolfwood is a guy who would much rather take the "clothes-giver" role in the relationship. He primarily wears his suit getup, so prepare to either embrace the button-up dress shirts or to get his overcoat draped across your shoulders during the cold desert nights. (By the way, yes he does look stunningly handsome without the overcoat.) He's not necessarily preferenced towards wearing your clothes, but he did get caught with one of your shirts on one occasion. He immediately tried to explain it off by saying that his clothes were still in the wash and he needed something clean to wear... But he was definitely smiling about it a bit more than he should have been.

Meryl Stryfe:

As a sort of ground-level girlfriend type, she's oft to take your shirts. Since she's smaller than most, your shirts would probably hang off of her and go past her waist (though those the same size or smaller, she'd still want to take them!). Meryl thinks they're extra comfortable because they've been worn by you, not to mention they smell like you (whether you wear a certain kind of soap, deodorant, cologne, etc. or just have a natural smell) which makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She prefers to steal your stuff while you're changing, taking a shower, or otherwise undressing--she's not particularly sneaky about it. You can't get mad at her, though, because she really does look cute in your shirt, and when she yawns and stretches, it raises above her stomach, and... Well, it's snuggle time.

Milly Thompson:

Pretty similar to Meryl in the sense that she'd prefer to take your clothes rather than the other way around, but she also loves to offer her vest or overcoat to you if you're ever feeling cold or just need an extra layer. Since Milly is larger than most, some of your shirts might not fit her as well, but she looks beautiful as ever, there's no denying that. She loves to play around like this, too, claiming that she's you and she's the cutest partner in the whole wide world. Yes, she is endlessly adorable, and yes, you should keep letting her take your shirts. Even if she takes all of them.

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

Hcs for the Raceway cast with an Y/N who’s short enough to be picked up and carried, like a confused cat?

CAINE: "Well, aren't you just the cutest little avatar this side of the screen!" Yoinks y/n into the air every chance he gets, like an enthusiastic toddler with a house cat he wants to show off.

POMNI: She's just surprised to see someone smaller than her. It's not often she gets to feel tall. Can she pet them? She has an inexplicable urge to pet.

RAGATHA: She is squealing and cooing and aww-ing over how cute they are! She'll forget to ask permission before just crushing y/n to her chest and squeezing the life out of them. The cute aggression is real.

JAX: Get punted, idiot. They're the perfect size to make a field goal out of the finish line. He wants to see how far they can go.

GANGLE: Y/N is now her muse because she is drawing them like her life depends on it. She can't stop doodling the smol.

ZOOBLE: She feels a bit bad for them. To be THAT small in a game like this has to be awful. Their kart has to be smaller but still somehow keep up? They must feel like they're going light speed the whole time.

KINGER: Will mistake them for a bug. Will put them in a jar. Please help them.

GUMMIGOO: He's never had the urge to put anything in my mouth, let alone a person, but...he wants to chomp the smol. Only a little. He'll be gentle. Why are you running?

LOO: They're her friend now. They're having soft tacos later.

SETH: "This thing is a racer? The avatar generator needs work." Still kinda wants to put them in his pocket. He's not immune to cute.

ABEL: He can use this. Someone this small would go undetected. Y/N is in serious danger.

BUBBLE: WILL ACTUALLY EAT THEM!! SAVE THEM!!

[daily-kotlc-sentence]

BOOK: Keeper of the Lost Cities

CHAPTER: One

(96/270)

They called her Curvebuster.

She finished her answer, and Mr. Sweeney grumbled something that sounded like “know-it-all” as he stalked off to the exhibit in the next room over. Sophie didn’t follow. The thin walls separating the two rooms didn’t block the noise, but they muffled it. She grabbed what little relief she could.

“Nice job, superfreak,” Garwin Chang—a boy wearing a T-shirt that said BACK OFF! I’M GONNA FART—sneered as he shoved past her to join their classmates. “Maybe they’ll write another article about you. ‘Child Prodigy Teaches Class About the Lame-o-saurus.’”

Garwin was still bitter Yale had offered her a full scholarship. His rejection letter had arrived a few weeks before.

Not that Sophie was allowed to go.

Her parents said it was too much attention, too much pressure, and she was too young. End of discussion.

So she’d be attending the much closer, much smaller San Diego City College next year—a fact some annoying reporter found newsworthy enough to post in the local paper the day before—CHILD PRODIGY CHOOSES CITY COLLEGE OVER IVY LEAGUE—complete with her senior photo. Her parents freaked when they found it. “Freaked” wasn’t even a strong enough word. More than half their rules were to help Sophie “avoid unnecessary attention.” Front-page articles were pretty much their worst nightmare. They’d even called the newspaper to complain.

The editor seemed as unhappy as they were. The story was run in place of an article on the arsonist terrorizing the city—and they were still trying to figure out how the mistake had happened. Bizarre fires with white-hot flames and smoke that smelled like burnt sugar took priority over everything. Especially a story about an unimportant little girl most people went out of their way to ignore.

Or, they used to.

Across the museum, Sophie caught sight of a tall, dark-haired boy reading yesterday’s newspaper with the embarrassing black-and-white photo of her on the front. Then he looked up and stared straight at her.

She’d never seen eyes that particular shade of blue before—teal, like the smooth pieces of sea glass she’d found on the beach—and they were so bright they glittered. Something flickered across his expression when he caught her gaze. Disappointment?

Before she could decide what to make of it, he shrugged off the display he’d been leaning against and closed the distance between them.

The smile he flashed belonged on a movie screen, and Sophie’s heart did a weird fluttery thing.

“Is this you?” he asked, pointing to the picture.

Sophie nodded, feeling tongue-tied. He was probably fifteen, and by far the cutest boy she’d ever seen. So why was he talking to her?

“I thought so.” He squinted at the picture, then back at her. “I didn’t realize your eyes were brown.”

“Uh . . . yeah,” she said, not sure what to say.

“Why?”

He shrugged. “No reason.”

Something felt off about the conversation, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. And she couldn’t place his accent. Kind of British, but different somehow. Crisper? Which bothered her—but she didn’t know why.

“Are you in this class?” she asked, wishing she could suck the words back as soon as they left her mouth. Of course he wasn’t in her class. She’d never seen him before. She wasn’t used to talking to boys—especially cute boys—and it made her brain a little mushy.

His perfect smile returned as he told her, “No.” Then he pointed to the hulking greenish figure they were standing in front of. An Albertosaurus, in all its giant, lizardesque glory. “Tell me something. Do you really think that’s what they looked like? It’s a little absurd, isn’t it?”

“Not really,” Sophie said, trying to see what he saw. It looked like a small T. rex: big mouth, sharp teeth, ridiculously short arms. Seemed fine to her. “Why? What do you think they looked like?”

He laughed. “Never mind. I’ll let you get back to your class. It was nice to meet you, Sophie.”

He turned to leave just as two classes of kindergartners barreled into the fossil exhibit. The crushing wave of screaming voices was enough to knock Sophie back a step. But their mental voices were a whole other realm of pain.

Kids’ thoughts were stinging, high-pitched needles—and so many at once was like an angry porcupine attacking her brain. Sophie closed her eyes as her hands darted to her head, rubbing her temples to ease the stabbings in her skull. Then she remembered she wasn’t alone.

She glanced around to see if anyone noticed her reaction and locked eyes with the boy. His hands were at his forehead, and his face wore the same pained expression she imagined she’d had only a few seconds before.

“Did you just . . . hear that?” he asked, his voice hushed.

She felt the blood drain from her face.

He couldn’t mean . . .

It had to be the screaming kids. They created plenty of racket on their own. Shrieks and squeals and giggles, plus sixty or so individual voices chattering away.

Voices.

She gasped and took another step back as her brain solved her earlier problem.

She could hear the thoughts of everyone in the room. But she couldn’t hear the boy’s distinct, accented voice unless he was speaking.

His mind was totally and completely silent.

She didn’t know that was possible.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

His eyes widened. “You did—didn’t you?” He moved closer, leaning in to whisper. “Are you a Telepath?”

She flinched. The word made her skin itch.

And her reaction gave her away.

“You are! I can’t believe it,” he whispered.

Sophie backed toward the exit. She wasn’t about to reveal her secret to a total stranger.

“It’s okay,” he said, holding out his hands as he moved closer, like she was some sort of wild animal he was trying to calm. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m one too.”

Sophie froze.

“My name’s Fitz,” he added, stepping closer still.

Fitz? What kind of a name was Fitz?

She studied his face, searching for some sign that this was all part of a joke.

“I’m not joking,” he said, like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Maybe he did.

She wobbled on her feet.

She’d spent the past seven years wishing she could find someone else like her—someone who could do what she could. Now that she’d found him, she felt like the world had tilted sideways.

He grabbed her arms to steady her. “It’s okay, Sophie. I’m here to help you. We’ve been looking for you for twelve years.”

Twelve years? And what did he mean by “we”?

Better question: What did he want with her?

The walls closed in and the room started to spin.

Air.

She needed air.

She jerked away and bolted through the door, stumbling as her shaky legs found their rhythm.

She sucked in giant breaths as she ran down the stairs in front of the museum. The smoke from the fires burned her lungs and white bits of ash flew in her face, but she ignored them. She wanted as much space between her and the strange boy as possible.

“Sophie, come back!” Fitz shouted behind her.

She picked up her pace as she raced through the courtyard at the base of the steps, past the wide fountain and over the grassy knolls to thesidewalk. No one got in her way—everyone was inside because of the poor air quality. But she could still hear his footsteps gaining on her.

“Wait,” Fitz called. “You don’t have to be afraid.”

She ignored him, pouring all her energy into her sprint and fighting the urge to glance over her shoulder to see how far back he was. She made it halfway through a crosswalk before the sound of screeching tires reminded her she hadn’t looked both ways.

Her head turned and she locked eyes with a terrified driver struggling to stop his car before it plowed right over her.

She was going to die.

[kvfkas]

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a kvfkas production. ━━ ❛  𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚𝒔.  ❜ 𖥔 in which. . . jon kent may be #24 on the ice, but he'll always be #1 in angelique sawyer's heart. 𖥔 warnings. . . tooth-rotting fluff. 𖥔 word count. . . 0.5k. 𖥔 tags. . . @ephemerensis, @di-lucss. ( if you want a tag, let me know! ) 𖥔 lily's corner. . . i love you jonathan samuel kent.

𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚𝒔. ₊° jon kent x fem!oc.

“Not a hoodie girl, hm?” Jon teased softly, stroking Angelique’s hair. The strands were silky between his fingers, easing his usually hot-tempered girlfriend that always had a quip to add into a state of quiet, half-asleep bliss. He took her in, practically sitting on top of him with one leg thrown over his lap and her head buried in his chest. There was a movie playing on the screen, the second of the Mighty Ducks movies, but every jersey, goal, and name completely flew over Jon’s head.

     Draped on Angelique’s slender frame was his hockey jersey, the number 24 emblazoned on her back and his last name in bold letters— KENT, plastered across her shoulders. Standing at a firm 5’11, Jon was a tall enough guy as it was, but the bagginess of the jersey without hockey padding completely swamped her. It hid her tiny shorts as it dropped down to just above her knees, and the sleeves folding around her hands into makeshift mittens.

     She murmured a quiet “not really” and burrowed even further into his chest and at that very moment, Jon was sure he was in love.

     “You’re never getting this back,” Angelique mumbled, a hint of her usual salty tone sneaking back in.

     “Am I going to be stuck wearing your Sanrio tank tops?” Jon asked, tilting his head down a little to brush his nose against hers.

     “I think you’d look cute,” Angelique whispered. She thanked her stars for the darkness of the room, hiding her blush from her boyfriend’s display of affection and the spontaneous image of him wearing one of her tank tops that barged into her mind without an invitation.

     “Real men wear Hello Kitty,” he joked.

     Angelique couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped her, her nose bumping against his as she laughed. Her laugh was quiet and more under her breath, but it made her nose scrunch up and her eyes squeeze shut. It was the cutest thing Jon had ever seen.

     Jon brushed a lock of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear, keeping his face downwards and tilting at a slight angle to swallow her giggles in a kiss. It was a chaste peck, nothing more than a quiet brush of their lips, something short and sweet. But it made Angelique’s heart flutter and caused a comforting warmth to bloom in Jon’s chest.

     He pulled away by a fraction of an inch, such a lack of distance that his lips still brushed against hers as he spoke. “I’ll make you a deal,” Jon said in a low voice.

     “Mhm?” Angelique hummed.

     “Once the season’s over, this one’s yours to keep,” Jon said, placing a hand gingerly on her back and rubbing up and down gently. He kissed her brow, “I’ll even autograph it for you.”

     Angelique averted her gaze and slipped her hands further into the sleeves. “Deal,” she whispered in a voice so small it was almost drowned out by the TV. She closed her eyes and snuggled deeper into his arms, sighing in content as she felt his fingertips gently massage her shoulderblades.

     Jon looked down at his sleepy girlfriend then back up at the TV, where the gorgeous Luis Mendoza was on screen. He narrowed his eyes, knowing his girlfriend’s secret crush on the character. “Loser,” he whispered.

     “I know you’re not beefing with a man on a screen,” Angelique muttered, her eyes still closed. “He’s like a million years old now. And plus, his character sucks. He’s a shitty boyfriend. It’s Benny Rodriguez that you’ll have to compete with. He’d treat me right.”

     “If you’re into men who play baseball, you can talk to Tim,” Jon pouted, pretending to sulk.

     “Well, men who play baseball don’t give me cuddles or let me wear their jersey, do they?” Angelique whispered, gazing up at him with a soft gleam in her eyes, her fingers rubbing along his jaw.

     “They could,” Jon murmured.

     “Well, I quite like my hockey player boyfriend, so I’m probably going to stick with him for the time being,” she replied, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Is that alright with you?”

     Jon chuckled under his breath, feeling his face warm up. “Yeah, that sounds pretty good.”

kvfkas © 2024. ───────────── all graphics, writing and characters are originally created by kvfkas on tumblr. do not steal.

[minty-sweet-art]

The following post is an unreality post about the TADC carnival au. None of these accounts are real and just for story telling purposes for my carnival au oc.

Think of this like a ✨beta design ✨ also I don’t know how to draw clothes.

@/sm-baby is the creator of the au.

Anyways deer hoof and bird feathers because I been saying ✨peryton✨Deer in headlights stare again

Also I forgot her eyebrows again Woops And now I’m finally finished with this.. ahhhhhhhhh

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🍬 Boxes-of-sweets. Follow •••

5hrs

Y’all !!! Have y’all seen the new carnival dlc character leak! She just the cutest thing! And she rumored to be best friends with the rabbit!! He finally has a friend!!

I love their opposite styles. Black and white and pastels. Tall and short (it said that she the same size as default players). And they both have animal features! I can’t wait to see how their dynamic is in game

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Honestly her body shape has really changed since the original. But I’m probably still gonna doodle her in the original circle face.

Also the simple outfit is what actually underneath the blankets/ her sleep wear outfit. And her cloak like thing before sentience did show her neck and had a hoodie on the back before it was attached to her collar thing and made to have strings.

(carnival au and where I got the idea from sm-baby post and was inspired to make this post by leafy post. I thought it would be fun to make lore about people who leak designs)

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Edit: goodness could you tell how anxious I was during this time of my life when I made this

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expanding on these relationship dynamics :)

-`♡´- athlete bf x artist gf

it's simple, will is an athlete and rylie is an artist. will's gonna be a professional hockey player in a couple years and rylie is studying to be an artist and/or art teacher

-`♡´- bf with a big group of friends x gf with a smaller inner circle

will is always hanging out with his hockey teammates, and there are a lot of them. on top of his own teammates he also hangs out with a lot of other athletes and just people he's met on campus. rylie prefers to hang out with smaller groups of people and they mainly include her fellow art friends and people she's met in classes or at a coffee shop. she prefers a smaller, tight knit group over a large group of people. it definitely takes her some getting used to with wills teammates

-`♡´- short gf x tall bf who loves to rest his chin on her head during hugs

will is 6'0, rylie is 5'1 so there is a bit of a height difference between them but will LOVES it. his favorite way to hug her is wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her tightly against his chest while he places his chin atop her head. he'll remove his chin to kiss her head ever now and then before putting his chin back

-`♡´- "you're annoying" gf x "but you love me" bf

although rylie tolerates will much better now that they're together, there are still times where he can get on her nerves and she is not shy in telling him when he does. she'll tell him he annoys her and he'll just smirk and say, "i know baby, but you love me anyways". and she just grunts because she can't even deny it

-`♡´- "i'm smart" bf x "i'm smarter" gf

will quite literally proved rylie wrong when he fully pulled his weight on their project and also showed her he isn't a stupid jock, but she can't help but note how she's still smarter than him nonetheless. sometimes she just loves to one up him, it's kinda her thing

-`♡´- likes going out bf x prefers staying in gf

will likes to party and have fun, there's no surprise there. rylie however has never been a party girl and probably never will be. she'd much rather spend her saturday night cuddled up under a blanket with a hot tea and her drawing pad on her lap. now that she's dating will, they compromise on this. she goes out with him and his friends one night, and he stays in with her the other night. she isn't a fan of going out, but she does it for will. plus she likes to keep an eye on him because she is more than sure that there are plenty of girls making oogly eyes at him (she trusts him, but not other girls)

-`♡´- sweatpants bf x jeans gf

will wears sweats nearly everyday and rylie wears jeans nearly everyday

-`♡´- bf who plays a sport x gf whose never watched sports

rylie is dating a division 1, soon to be professional hockey player yet she has never watched sports. well she's watched sports but has never cared or paid any attention to them, so she has no idea what's going on the first couple of times she goes to wills hockey games. and when she's hanging out with him and his friends and they're watching football? forget about it. girlie is LOST

-`♡´- physical touch bf x gift giving gf

wills love language is physical touch. he loves to hug and kiss rylie, he loves to hold her hand, he doesn't mind pda, he loves stroking her hair. any kind of physical touch he adores, especially with her. rylies love language is gift giving, especially handmade gifts. since she's an artist she is always making will the cutest gifts whether it be a drawing, a painting, something out of clay, something she crocheted, literally anything. she spoils him with handmade gifts and he loves every single one of them

-`♡´- big but soft bf x small but mighty gf

will might be a tall athlete who puts on a tough facade but he's really just a big softie who's a total sweetheart. he's such a nice guy who wouldn't hurt a fly (that unintentionally rhymed..). rylie on the other hand is a smaller gal but she doesn't let herself get pushed around by anyone and she hates being told what to do. also, sass her and she'll give it right back (talking to you, william.)

-`♡´- outgoing bf x keeps to herself a bit gf

will is very outgoing and an extrovert. i wouldn't necessarily call rylie shy, she just prefers to keep to herself more and has a more introverted personality

-`♡´- artistic gf x "i know nothing about that but for you i'll learn" bf

as a way to try to impress rylie, will started studying up on art. he really liked her and wanted to show her that. now that they're dating, he continues to learn and try to fit into her world. he watches her draw and paint and is always wanting to take her to art museums and let her teach him about the art

-`♡´- night owl bf x early bird gf

will goes to bed late and rylie is an early riser. their sleep schedules are not aligned when they first started dating and it took some getting used to. will would send her a text at 10 pm and wouldn't get a reply until the next morning when she would say, "sorry, was sleeping." he likes to poke fun at her for it, but she is always bright and well rested in the mornings

-`♡´- "i want to paint the sunset" gf x "i'll drive you to it" bf

miss rylie is a sucker for a pretty sunset and will loves watching her paint and is her personal driver so anytime she says she wants to watch sunset and/or paint it he always offers to drive. even if she's just painting and he's just watching her do it, he will always offer to drive her. she loves the sunrise too but between wills night owl habits and his early morning practices/workouts, that doesn't always work in her favor

-`♡´- iced drinks bf x hot drinks gf

will prefers iced drinks and rylie prefers hot drinks. will will order an iced coffee whereas rylie prefers hot coffee or tea

-`♡´- overthinker gf x thinks everything she does is cute bf

rylie tends to overthink every little thing and will thinks she's so cute when she gets in her little head and makes her little frustrated face where her eyebrows scrunch and she bites her lip. she's just always so cute to him. he thinks some of the things she overthinks are cute also. "did i paint this the right color? or was it supposed to be yellow.... uhhh.. ummmm.... d- why are you smiling?" she asks will who just shrugs and sayd, "you're just adorable, that's all"

-`♡´- "i don't like you" gf x "oh but you will love me" bf

will can't even count the amount of times rylie told him she didn't like him before they started dating, but he would always just smirk and say, "oh but you will love me, some day". rylie denied it, but look what happened.. although she still sometimes will tell him she doesn't like him just to tease him, and he's like, "yeah yeah, get over here and kiss me"

-`♡´- "i need help" gf x "i'm on my way" bf

no matter what time of day or what the circumstance is, will is always there for his girlfriend. if she needs him, he is there. he will always take care of her and make sure she's okay. if she ever texts or calls him that she needs help or anything, he is on his feet and on his way to her in a second