#like why would i want/need a girlfriend boyfriend. i just wanna kiss and hug someone very hard

[eladoobler]

sometimes i wonder if im aroace or if its just the adhd

[girliemattitude]

—-She’s the one-—M.S-—

A/N: Short but very cute, enjoy <3 A/N (2): This is my work please don’t steal it :) ………………………………………………………………………………….……………………

Today is Mary Lou’s birthday, you spend the whole day celebrating her with the entire family, of course you’ve met Matt’s parents before but this was the first time you hung out with EVERYONE including their grandma, uncles, aunts and cousins, and you took the time to talk and get to know every single one of them.

Matt’s mom loves you and you love her too, every time your boyfriend visits his hometown you tag along just so you could spend some time with her. This morning Matt woke up all alone, confused he walked downstairs just to find you helping his mom in the kitchen with all the preparations for her birthday , you spend all morning helping until the guests arrived, then Mary Lou introduced you to everyone, everybody was thrilled to finally meet the girl who Mary Lou can’t stop yapping about.

Right now you are talking to Matt’s grandma, she tells you stories about the boys that you haven’t heard before and you can’t help but laugh at every anecdote.

Matt’s been frustrated all day, of course he’s happy to be there and celebrate his mom but hates the fact that he hasn’t had one moment alone with you all day, he loves his family but they keep getting on his nerves, he just doesn’t wanna share you, he knows you are amazing and wants to keep you all for himself but every time he thinks it’s his turn with you someone else would need you for something.

The only thing he can do is stand in a corner admiring you from afar talking with his grandma, you’re smiling ear to ear, you seem truly invested in the conversation with the old lady and his heart swells. He is to busy staring at you that he doesn’t notice his dad standing beside him until he opened his mouth.

“She is the one, isn’t she?”

Matt looks over at his dad, then looks back at you and it hits him “yeah, she is”

“You know I didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as I love Nick and Chris but somehow I do, I can’t really explain it though it’s different”

“It’s different but it’s just as powerful, and just wait until you have her children, you’ll heart will explode” Jimmy says amused as he hugs his son and they stay like that for a while.

…

The birthday was over and everyone was gone, the kitchen was a mess but you insisted Mary Lou that you got it and that she should go to bed and rest.

Nick and Chris are outside picking up the rest of the stuff and you are putting dishes in the dishwasher when you feel some familiar arms around your waist, it was Matt, he hugs you tightly from behind and places his head on the crook of your neck, you feel him breathe in how he leaves sweet kisses between the end of your ear and your jaw, you can’t help but to melt into him and relaxed.

“I missed you today, I love my family but they need to understand you’re mine and not theirs” he mumbles

You laugh “I missed you too but you’re family is great, I don’t mind spending time with them and your grandma is so endearing, I really enjoyed today,”

“Would you enjoy it even more if after we are finished with the cleaning I take you to my room and remind you why I’m way more endearing than my grandma?”

You blushed, turn around and give him a big kiss on the lips “we’ll see, now help me clean Bernie”

“She told you that?!” Matt said with an open mouth, shocked at the fact his grandma shared the nickname she gave him when he was a little boy.

“She also told me about the time you peed your pants at school and she had to pick you up”

“I hope you won’t turn out like my grandma when we’re old because I won’t let you talk to our grandson’s girlfriend EVER!!”

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[webslingingslasher]

i'm a sucker for angst to fluff. what if parker's friends say some mean things ab your body but parker doesn't defend you. that night, you won't cuddle him, you won't even sleep in the same bed because you don't wanna disgust him... and peter has to make it up to you.

parker is a dunce!!! peter supremacy!

Peter had two sets of friend groups. 

The first one was the original one. Kids he grew up with, suffered through high school and flew into the freedom of college with him. The group you knew the most of, they were the closest to him and nearly the entire group became your friends too. Weekends spent smashing drinks and staying up too late before hitting up a diner for greasy burgers at four in the morning. 

Then the second group, which you did not know well, don’t know how Peter knows them and can’t fathom why Peter would entertain them. 

It’s split like this. 

With friend group A, he’s Peter.

With friend group B, he’s Parker. 

You don’t like Parker; not one bit. 

Parker can be stark, blunt, bold and cocky. 

It was the friend group, they made him believe he was one of them so sometimes he acted a little too much like them. It wasn’t ever too bad, just the stuff you know he normally wouldn’t feed into, he gorged. 

His friend, leader of the group, Nick, said it in passing. It’s not the first time you met, granted you try to spend as little time as possible with them but you also won’t give them the cold shoulder. The mutual understanding with friend group B is that you both are there for Peter’s sake, it just makes things easier. 

Nick threw his beer back, foam swirled to the top. His long arm extended to the seat next to him, his watch clicked against the chair top. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t bag someone with a better body, Parker.” A sharp wink is thrown at your boyfriend, and in response he snorted, “yeah, right.” 

It was sarcastic, you’ll give him that. But he didn’t give more, you waited for the ‘real funny, but don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.’ However, he just rubbed your shoulder and sent a small smile, almost like he was saying, ‘you know how it is.’ 

You didn’t miss the tiny curl of Nick’s lip when you shook Peter’s hand off your arm. 

If he couldn’t stand up to his friends over a shit comment then why would you let him put his hands on your body, knowing everyone thinks he could do better?

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Peter frowned when you pulled away from his grasp, he was going for a hug but you floated away. You were quiet on the ride back, not starting conversation but not letting it fail either. 

If Peter could describe your emotion right now it would be ‘fine.’ 

“C’mon, gimme a hug.” 

You cross your arms, “you sure you want your hands on me?” 

Peter reaches out and tries to pull one hand back with the other but his right hand breaks free and grabs you, “I can’t control them! They need you too much.” 

Sometimes it’s really, really hard to be upset with him. 

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you pull away, forcing yourself to stand up for yourself, if the situation was reversed you’d shut it down at the dinner table. Not smile sympathetically and give him an ‘oh well!’ 

“Want company?” 

Disappointment covers your features, “not really.” 

He wouldn’t stand up to defend the body he loves but he wants to be first in line to use it. 

“Oh. Okay, if you want I’ll make us some ice cream cones and set up a movie?” 

You shrug, “sure.” 

Peter knows what’s wrong but he views it as a boundary issue between his friends and him, not you. He knows what he needs to do but doesn’t want to involve you further. 

That message doubles down when you told him you would sleep on his couch tonight, he woke you up after the movie to take you to bed when you shrugged him off, “I’ll sleep here tonight,” that never happens, ever. 

“No, c’mon, I’ll carry you.” 

His hands slipped under your thigh when you rolled over, “if it wasn’t so late I’d be at home. Consider yourself lucky that I’m still here.” 

So, Peter presses a kiss to your temple with an “alright, honey. Goodnight, we can talk in the morning, okay?” 

When he walks away you mumble under your breath, “hope you dream about girls with better bodies.” He hears you, it takes everything in him to not bring you with him. 

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Noise woke you up. 

The room was bright, sleeping in the living room left you exposed to nearly every window in the apartment. Peter’s room was dark and cool, if you were in there it could be well into mid morning before you rose. 

There was a blanket on you that wasn’t there last night, it’s one from Peter’s room, he keeps an extra by his bed for you. The sun peering in warmed up the room and you started to feel just a little too warm. 

You almost forgot why you were awake until you heard a cabinet shut loudly and a soft curse murmured from the kitchen. Peter was up early making breakfast, you know he feels largely guilty. It almost makes everything okay. 

It took heat swarming your face for you to pull the blanket away, the cool breeze from his ceiling fan felt really good. You yawn, then cough from a dry throat. 

“Baby?” 

You sniff, nothing more than a harsh breath, “morning.” Your voice croaks from the couch, you hear shuffling, steps get louder until you looked up at his face peering over you. 

“I slept like shit, how about you?” 

You stretch your arms over your head, “no complaints.” 

Peter recognizes you’re still mad. 

“Waffles or pancakes?” 

You grin, “french toast.” 

Peter leans over the back of the couch, his lips puckered. “Deal,” you push his chin away. “No kisses, you’re on time out.” 

He wanted to wait until after breakfast but he really can’t last that long without a kiss. 

“Okay, come here.” 

You got up and followed him, he grabbed his phone sitting on the counter and gestured to taking a seat at the breakfast bar. Peter unlocked his phone and tapped around, he handed it towards you, you looked at him confused before he wiggled it. “Take it, read it.” 

Taking his phone you looked down, it was blurry and you had to blink a few times. Peter busy with moving around the kitchen. 

A text thread between him and Nick. 

“hey man, I know you didn’t mean anything by it but you hurt some feelings by that comment tonight. From here on out no jokes on or about her, cool?” 

“Ah shit man, my bad. I didn’t mean to get you yelled at, no jokes about the lady in front of her from now on.” 

“I mean don’t joke about her, ever. It’s not cool to me, and it disrespects my girlfriend.” 

“Say less, I’ll tell the guys, no more jokes about parker’s girl.” 

“Appreciate it, man.” 

A small pout takes over your face, he texted it last night after you got home. If you can track it back it would’ve been around the time you were in the shower, unprompted he stuck up for you. 

Peter stood up for you, he had your back. 

You assumed he didn’t, but he just didn’t make a scene. He kept cool and calm until he was back at home, in regards to not embarrassing you or his friends and maybe damaging either relationship. 

You click your tongue, your boyfriend meets your eyes, he’s awaiting a response. 

“Well, now it’s hard to be mad.” 

“I will always defend your honor, sweetheart. Just because I don’t do it at that moment doesn’t mean I wont, okay? I love you and you are absolutely the hottest woman I could ever bag, alright?” 

You respond with countless kisses and cuddles, Peter needs to nearly peel you off his body so he can use the stove safely, but not one complaint utters from his lips. 

[amor-brooklynn]

im kind of bored and i miss you guys so here are some hcs :)

[cw: all fluff and cute stuffs, jus mainly what it would be like to date some of the dsmp boys]

edit: I removed dream due to the true allegations against him.

george &lt;3-

•likes to tease and mess with you a lot

•lots and lots of play fighting

•george is a tired person most of the time, but wont hesitate to play games with you late at night

•he likes to cook breakfast and dinner with you rather than just you cooking by yourself

•type of guy to come up behind you and hug you without saying anything,

“ah- jeez, george you scared me,” you would huff at him “do you need something?”

He would just groan, and nuzzle his face into your neck.

•stays like that for a while, and refuses to let you walk away until hes done hugging you

•george is an awkward person and doesnt know how to show love very well

•however, he likes to buy you small things like flowers or chocolates on occasion.

•likes to hold your hand a lot (idk i just feel like that would be something he would do)

•its almost impossible for you to annoy him

•if you tried to by being obnoxious or just messing with him a lot, he would just roll his eyes with a smug smile on his face, amused at your poor attempts to annoy him

•late night walks with you>>

•isnt the type of person to really tell someone off if theyre flirting with you or looking at you wrong, instead he’ll glare at them from afar (his glare is mean, trust me) he doesnt wanna seem like a jealous boyfriend even though he really is

•or… he’ll just take you away without a word.

•gets attached easily and is always by your side unless hes streaming or out doing something

•basically just a really caring boyfriend and loves you so much to the point it pretty eats him from the inside out

•you’re constantly on his mind <3

sapnap &lt;;3-

•hyper boyfriend

•always telling you how pretty you are 24/7

•adores your laugh and loves to hear it

•i feel like sapnap has low confidence when it comes to relationships so he needs to be reassured sometimes

•now, in some situations he really is big and tough, but in other situations he’s the biggest baby on earth (in a good way ofc)

•his favorite thing is just to be acknowledged by you. As long as you know he’s there and exists, hes pretty much okay

•he has a lot of trouble talking to you about his problems

•you would be a little housewife and he adores that

• “BABY! I love you!!” Out of no where.

•the most giggly boyfriend EVER.

•gets so flustered easily, even when you do the smallest things like give him a kiss on the cheek

•he likes to take showers with you and talk about his day while washing your hair

•will put you on his lap while hes gaming and wont let you get up until hes done with his game,

“babe, i need to cook dinner, let me up.”

“noooooo, just a little longer? Please?” he would beg, and you would end up giving in.

“fine, 10 more minutes and then you gotta let me up!”

“20 minutes.”

sigh

•CLINGY!

•wants to know where you’re going if you’re getting ready to leave somewhere, and wants you to bring him along (or vice versa, he’ll take you everywhere with him)

•now sapnap is definitely more of a speaker when it comes to dudes touching or flirting with you,

Literally will walk up beside you and pull you closer to him by the waist,

“hey dickhead, why don’t you find someone else’s girlfriend to hit on?”

•if it gets to the point where the guy who was flirting with you just wont back off or is being snarky to sap, it might get physical.

•then asks you a lot of questions,

“are you okay? What was he saying to you? Did he touch you at all?”

“sap… im fine! Calm down, love.”

•chaotic troublemaker

•if its a snowy day, he will sneak up behind you and probably stuff snow down your shirt

•snowball fights (he would go easy on you and let you win)

•literally so thoughtful, hes always asking you if you need or want anything when hes going out to the store

•even if you say no hes gonna come back with your favorite candy or flowers

•lots of cuddles and movie nights

•competitive bf, and DEFINITELY will destroy you in Valorant (goes easy on you for your first few games)

•the silent rager

•if you actually keep beating him he will get a bit frustrated and just sit there with a straight face in silence (when really hes yelling in his head)

•admires you a lot. Like, a lot a lot. <3

(i know sapnaps was long i just love him sm)

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I know this only included the dteam but if i feel up to it i’ll make another one inluding karl, punz, and/or quackity

just a reminder that i miss you guys a lot, and i hope you all had an amazing christmas and happy new year. <3

[blushblushbear]

Kitsune’s boys if they were clingy?

can't tell if you mean if the boys were being clingy or if marshmallow was--- SO

Aki;

if marshmallow is being clingy:

well of course they are!

why wouldn't they be!

He's the great Aki!

hehe...

but no seriously he's loving the attention

and affection

and adoration

he actually doubles down and wants to impress you more and more

he just wants you to fawn over him

it's like a dream come true <3

loves when you're blowing up his phone <3

he's like a giddy teenager, lay on his stomach kicking his feet lol

if Aki is being clingy:

he actually gets like that sometimes

sometimes he feels little attention starved

and love starved

and Bunny starved

lots of Aki hanging off you

lots of sneaking kisses

doesn't wanna let you go

SNEAK ATTACK! (it's a hug that he refuses to let go of)

did he do good?? maybe a head pat?? or a kiss??????

Haru;

If marshmallow is being clingy:

again these boys with their

WELL OF COURSE YOU ARE

I'm wonderful!

look at me!

I'm very dazzling

*checks to make sure you're still staring at him*

honestly LOVES being drowned in affection

loves it even more from you cause he knows it's the real deal

he actually didn't realize how much he loved just being the target of romantic acts of affection until you laid it on him

now when you cling to him and kiss him all over his face

he just kinda melts

it makes him so dizzily happy

also loves the constant communication

gets excited every time he sees a text from you

somebody loves Haru~~ (but like, for real this time)

does get a little Excited sometimes when he's being loved all over but honestly

he kinda ignores it for a bit sometimes

he's enjoying actually feeling loved and adored for realsies!

if Haru is clingy;

Oh honey, do I got some news for you

Haru is 100000% gonna be a clingy motherfucker

think about it

he went from sucking up all the attention and adoration and affection of basically anyone who would give it to him

not to mention probably multiple people at once

down to a singular person

whose like---- actually really digging him for him and also that he also really digs

he is gonna be the most clingy boyfriend ever, especially at the start

you know those high maintenance memes about some girlfriends??

yeah he's that

he needs at least 5 texts a day, NOT including gm, gn and lunch pic texts!

he's not gonna demand a selfie but like--- low key he needs one

like emotionally

so yeah, he wants a selfie

he's going to be constantly texting you

he will pout if he doesn't feel like he's getting enough attention

he will cling to you physically a lot

he's almost like a cat, he will try and interrupt whatever your doing for Haru time

has def snuck up behind you, wrapped himself around you and if you didn't fully stop looking at your phone when he does he will take your phone and gently toss it away (not to break but just out of reach)

it's Haru time

he needs kisses

and lovin'

and touchin'

and maybe some tongue

(def some tongue)

he's a little addicted now, I won't lie

Fuyu;

if marshmallow is clingy:

tries to play it cool

like oh, cursebreaker, when did you get here?? no matter, feel free to keep clinging to me, it can get very cold here

but in his head he's screaming

ATTENTION!

AFFECTION!

LOVE!

CURSE BREAKER!!!

loves to feel cherished

loves to feel adored

loves to feel loved

just loves you!

the more you hold him, the more he realizes how lonely he was

and how much he craved being held

to be the object of someone's affections

your touches and kisses and cuddles

and when you play with his hair his brain melts and he sort of stops working

how someone so fearsome and powerful can become so soft and warm over something as simple as a nuzzle and a kiss is beyond him

but shut up and keep loving on him, he has a lot of lonely nights of no one to hold to make up for!

if Fuyu is clingy:

he actually doesn't get clingy often

he's still trying to learn how to be as an open caring romantic partner

or a romantic partner at all

but sometimes he just carves you

carves your warmth and your closeness

the smell of your hair as he nuzzles into you

and he can't help it

he'd only ever let himself indulge if you two are alone and if you give him the okay

but once he gets that okay he's like a loving puppy

he wants to shower you with adoration

worship at your alter

make you feel as treasured as you are to him

also he wants to kiss your sweet little nose <3

he's as giddy as a one tail <3

[jamminlocks]

Mistletoe Are White {Korai Hoshiumi x Fem!Reader}

Tags: F/M, second POV, childhood friends, friends to lovers, fluff, first kiss, kissing, christmas decoration, mistletoe, korai is soft, christmas fluff, christmas fic, actually after christmas fic i guess, post-timekip, not beta read word count: Summary: It your long time dream that when you fall in love, you and your significant other, whether it on purpose or by chance, would kiss each other under a mistletoe. Its a silly dream for a little kindergartner to have and especially as you get older. You held on to that dream hoping that It would happen in highschool. Years have already gone by, and now your in your twenties with a dream that may never happen. that is, until you were taking down Christmas decoration and Korai was holding the ladder for you. A/N: i've had the very particular need for korai x readers fics for a long LONG time but theres barely any here or on ao3 so this fic is just me cooking my own food cause. enjoy [ao3]

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It started when you and Kourai were kindergarteners watching the old boxy television, sitting on their living room sofa with no choice but to watch the Christmas theme commercials that got really, really boring after the 100th time and more. You don’t even remember what show you were waiting for, but there was one commercial that caught your attention. Recalling it now, it's all too hazy. No longer knowing how it started or what it was even advertising. All you remember was how it ended: the couple looked up and saw there were red berry decorations on the doorway they were under. They smiled at each other and confessed their love. Then, the guy kisses his girlfriend and she kisses back. They hug so sweetly that you remembered thinking it must be a very special kiss, but you don't know why.

From here, the memory was clearer. You said out loud, “I don't get it.”

“Me either,” Kourai complained too. When you looked at him, he seemed more baffled than you, making a repulsed face. You remember holding in a wheeze.

His mom chimed in, with a wide grin and spark in her eyes that made her look ten years younger. That smile stayed the same even when you two grew up.  She leaned over the sofa and said, “You see kids, the berries over their heads are called ‘mistletoes’. It's a Christmas tradition that you kiss the person you love when you stand under it.”

“Wah! Really?” You gasped, surprised that that was a thing adults do. 

Kourai, on the other hand, didn’t have your enthusiasm. He made a face and stuck his tongue out. “Gross!”'

His mom only giggles, probably because of how different the reactions were. “You say that now, Kourai. But one day, you’ll wanna do that with your girlfriend too.”

He slammed his hands on the pillow sitting on his lap in retaliation. Cheeks red and round as the berries you saw on the commercial. “No way!!” he recklessly shouted and was so frustrated. His voice was so high back then. 

She laughs this time, then she turns to you. “How about you, sweety? Would you wanna do that with your boyfriend?”

Looking back now, it was just a question meant to only tease you. The kind of question adults ask kids to mess with them or make light conversation. You took it seriously and stayed quiet to think of your answer. Do you want to do that when you grow up, you asked yourself. 

What your little self’s thought process was has been lost to your age. You recall telling Kourai’s mom, “I guess I’d like too…?” coming off strong then faltering in the end. This time, she giggled. You felt a little confused as to why. But it was likely because of your confidence to say an unsure answer. After she was done letting her giggling out of her belly, she looked at you and patted your head.

“Well, I hope you find a special someone you really, really like to do that,” she said. These words would stay with you. Even your silly little kid brain figured out that she meant it.

Earnestly, you said, “Yes ma’am!” with the enthusiasm a child puts on to appease the adults around them. Her smile softened and she turned to Kourai, who was still pouting. Reaching out a hand, she patted and combed through his short, white hair.

“You too, Kourai,” she said sweetly to him. He crossed his arms as he turned away from you and his mom. 

“Kissing is gross!” He loudly stated with firmness as if it was completely true and new to himself. She only rubbed his head harder while she began to laugh again, commenting on how he’d understand when he got older. Grown ups say that a lot, you thought.

When the show you both wanted to watch finally aired, It was a fun time for you and Kourai. You were so noisy together as you watched, giggling and energetic, as children naturally. Then, as soon as the commercial break rolled in, so did the impatience and disappointed silence. But that one commercial was on again, so you take in everything you see like a sponge. Thanks to Kourai’s mom’s words, even well after that night and throughout the December of that year, you intently watched it. You did not change the channels when it was on, taking in as much detail your little self can comprehend, wondering why she wished that commercial for you. 

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Whenever you see those berries as decorations for the Christmas season, you still think of that kiss scene, imagining it from the Hoshiums’ old TV you one day never saw again after the summer of your first grade. It was replaced by a much better, cooler, and less bulkier, black TV.  So did their old sofa they weren’t in a hurry to replace. What those berries are you eventually learn more from shows, manga, and novels. Kourai’s mom was right, the rule is indeed to kiss the person next to you when standing under the plant. It is a very romantic thing to do, you gradually learned.  

The magic of it did work on you a bit after a while, the more you saw it in the romances you read and watched. You have seen it done so well that it leaves an impression and also falls flat that the wonder lasts only for a few seconds, then feeling bored of it. Often, it is the latter. It became clear to you that the mistletoe was a cheap and easy trick to get two characters to kiss and confess, or kiss and create a misunderstanding, which were just confusing and a headache even for a kid like you then. Yet, you were still in awe of that one commercial you saw. It may have been your memories being cloudy and distant that gives it wonder, as nostalgia often does.

That was until you saw a drama on TV. A drama that moms love to watch and chat about, includes your own mother. You were in your first year of middle school when it was airing. Much like before, it was December and you were hanging out at Kourai’s place because you didn’t want to go home and get nagged to do homework just yet. You also haven’t been to his house for a while, after you and Korai went to different middle schools.

The two of you had no choice but to bear watching the drama since it was Kourai’s mom holding the remote even though she wasn’t there. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner, the TV acting as her radio. Manually changing the channels would have been a pointless endeavour as she could change it back easily. You remember loathing the idea of watching at the start of the episode, though you said nothing of it to not be impolite. Korai, on the other hand, knew better than to fight his mom over TV. As the minutes passed, you actually got invested in what was happening. From what you understood because of your own mother’s retellings of the episodes to you, during that time, the main couple have been sharing the same feelings for a while. A confession was always delayed because of their work, other characters getting in the way, more obstacles, and, from what younger you understood as ‘being very, very sad about themselves’. The episode that you two were watching was the one where they finally confessed.

What you remembered the most was the scene where they were at the cafe the leading lady worked at, no one else was there except for her and the male lead, waiting for her shift to end. Some chatting happens and they somehow wind up under a plant with white berries. AS you watched, you thought, why were they showing them? Those aren’t mistletoes. Your confusion was cut when the leads looked at each other, surprised, and he implied about the berries’ rule. 

Then, what occurred had you entrance. Something about the way the characters stared at each other with pure longing. The male lead stood firm and cool yet his expression is of someone who might break apart from the weight of affection he carried. That very affection was seen through his intense gaze at the female lead, whose expression was at first bashful then changed to determined.  He pours his feelings out. You don’t recall any of his words. What’s clearest memory was the leading ladies expression you can now describe as being taken aback and slowly understanding his feelings rather than just her staring blankly at him. She cupped his cheeks, confessed to him. 

Their foreheads touched, giggling together. They kissed and it didn’t look icky or weird. You can tell they are really in love.

“Waahh… Ha, ha AAAHHH~” you cheered for the two leads out of giddiness and laughed at yourself for suddenly being noisy after staying silent for so long. Kourai laughs at you too. 

“Really? That's what gets you?”

“OH C’MON! IT’S CUTE!” you cried at him. 

The laughing and wheezing was loud. Lucky for you, Korai's older brother wasn't there, otherwise it would have been more embarrassing. He would have used that to make fun of you two. From all your laughing, you weren’t quick to notice that his face was pink, slowly turning to cherry red. It was always funny how obvious it is with his white hair.

“LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE BLUSHING TOO!” you teased, hand reached out to poke his cheek. “YOU’RE GETTING  CUTE TO! LIKE A BABY!” 

Kourai swatted you but you still kept going. It was slowly turning into a one sided pillow fight. It then turned into a tickle fight. You won, getting the chance to both poke and pinch his face.

After you sighed to stop and all the giggles were out of your stomach, you said quietly, wishfully, “I wanna do that one day”. Instantly, you regretted saying out loud, praying that Kourai did hear a word of it. Thinking back now, you sounded like a hopeless romantic, even as a young teen.

“Don’t worry,” he said, a gentleness you never saw in him before. “You’ll find someone.”

You didn’t believe him. As if he cared for love and roses. Let alone his undeniable first love of volleyball. “Really?” asked, just because. Not expecting anything.

“Yeah,” he reassured you.

As you two kept watching the episode, you wondered why the berries weren’t red.

•~•~•~•~•~•

December was a week away when your class decided to decorate the classroom for the holidays after receiving the permission of your homeroom teacher. It started as a silly joke that the class representative acknowledged, then spiralled with everyone agreeing in the sentiment of ‘yeah, that would be fun. Why not do it?’ 

The room wasn’t getting a full blown makeover for the holiday spirit, otherwise you would all be trouble. The teachers only allowed small and light decorations. The ornaments were mostly arts and crafts, but some classmates were generous enough to bring actual Christmas decor.

The entire class set everything up during lunch. The more artistic ones lead the making of cutting out snowflakes and the drawing of Christmas related objects. Many others are on the duty of sticking them over the main chalkboard frame, windows and the chalkboard at the back.

You are in the group placing the thin garland over the frames of the doors and windows, unwinding and handing each piece to your friend standing on a chair.

“Hey,” Kourai greeted as he approached. Hirugami, your classmate and his teammate, right behind him. “Where were you?” sounding a bit upset at you in an almost childlike way.

“Now, now Kourai. you don’t have to be angry that she  wasn’t with us,” said Hirugami, entering your shared classroom.

“Sorry about that. As you can see, I’m busy,” you apologise, jiggling the garland around your arms.

He huffs in defeat. Then points out, “but you’ve been busy all week.”

“Cause I need to. Exams are coming.” you move to another classmate that called you to hand over another garland, Korai follows you from behind the open hall windows.

“What are you? Studying to get into college? We still have a year for that!”

“For our current classes, obviously.” you said, walking back to your friend to give out another one, still holding the conversation, then leaning a shoulder on the door. “Speaking of, you should be too. I don’t think I’ll be able to help you with English this weekend.”

Kourai grits his teeth in irritation that you’re right and being reminded of his request. His grades weren’t bad, but he did promise his mom that he’ll do better than his last English exam result.

“Heeey! look up top guys,” a classmate calls from the other side of the room. She and the others fondly snickering at you two to themselves. “You know the rules,” another chimes in, wagging his fingers to point something above your heads. Looking up, among the christmas decor hung on the door frame, there fake red berries attach to plastic jagged shape leaves, placed on the very centre.

Kourai yells,“OI!”, at them in frustration. And it shows, his face was turning red.  You, on the other hand, are cool headed. You can’t fall for a joke when they’re wrong.

“Funny. But, no. We won’t,” you said, rolling your eyes, still keeping your position leaning on the door frame.They playfully booed at you, saying ‘you're no fun’ and ‘lighten up’. Kourai is also fast to shut them down, shoulders tensing up and a foot already passing the doorway.

A classmate teases again. “Why? Too shy?” she said, smiling at you with mischievous glee. 

You plainly state, “No. It's not even mistletoe”

“It's not?” she replied, genuinely surprised. 

“Oh yeah?” another, too, in disbelief.

“For starters, those are fake holly berries.” You point to the berries, being fixed by your friend. “Not to mention the leaves are different. If you really want to argue with me I can tell you what these berries actually are.” seeing how you're so dedicated in educating them on the plant, they don’t argue. 

But before they can tease anymore, the class rep enters and mistakes the scene as a quarrel. “Alright, stop fighting,” she calmly intervenes, though it wasn’t necessary. “Get back to work before our break time ends everyone.” And so they do, moving on to chatter on their own. 

Kourai stays since she hasn’t asked him to leave. His attention returns to you, pouting a little. It might be because he didn’t get the chance to rebuttal them. 

Curious, Kourai asks. “So, those… Those aren’t mistletoes?” Though the tension is gone, he is still a little flush on the face. 

You shook your head. “The ones we hung look more like holly berries. They always get confused with mistletoes. Real mistletoes are smaller and white. Their leaves are rounder and closer to the size of the berries too.” you explained as you helped your friend down from the chair. She moves it back to its place and leaves you and Kourai be.

He only nods, looking up to the tangling berries over the door. Kourai’s face is still stained red even after he has already calmed down. He must have felt embarrassed about the idea of kissing a friend. “How’d you know?”

“I did some research. Who would have thought? ”

“mhmm”

As he stood still, out of the blue, like the words came out as he thought, he said, “do you still wanna do it one day?” His tone suddenly became serious.

You know what he meant by ‘it’. Hosently, you aren’t sure. Adults always say that not having a relationship in your highschool years was fine, but you could hardly believe it when you have friends gushing about their boyfriends and girlfriends to you. Classmates that have significant others inside the classroom. Somehow, you feel like you're not catching on. Yet, you don’t want to just find a boyfriend for the sake of not being single. You hate to admit it, but you do dream of actually falling in love and that it's like everything you’ve watched and read, even though you know that it won’t be. 

Maybe, you can say it to Kourai. He is your friend after.

In soft confidence, staring at the shiny fake berries, you said, “yeah, I sure hope I get to.”

Then, the air was oddly empty between you two for a moment.

Kourai catches your attention by patting you behind the shoulder. “By the way, do you wanna walk to the station later, after my practice?”

You mentally go through all you should be doing today as your finger twiddle with the plastic leaves of the garland. You are staying a little later for a club meeting. If things go smoothly, it could be done early. However, it is likely that something might come up that might make you stay a little longer. Thinking that it has been a while since you walked with him to the station, you made your choice.

You smiled at him and said, “If our meeting ends early, I’ll wait outside the court.”

He smiles back. The flush on his face is no longer prominent but still present.

•~•~•~•~•~•

Already in your mid-twenties, yet your dream of kissing your beloved under a mistletoe still hasn't happened and is least likely to happen now. Nine months ago, your last boyfriend broke up with you. It wasn’t as bitter as it could have been but it still wounded your heart. You've cried out the initial hurt to your friends. Kourai was sadly the ears to hear all your woes and insecurities about it through the phone well after weeks from the split.

He says that it’s fine, but you think that you’ve shared too much of that badge and began being a bad friend. While he was telling you stories of how his games went and how silly his dog has been, most of your chatter was melodramatic ranting. Sometimes, you think he was being too nice. So you tell him you’d buy him food the next time you hang out, as compensation. In the end, he still buys you extra afterwards, nulling your efforts somewhat.

After High school, Kourai went to play volleyball professionally and you are so happy for him. You still remembered when he told you he started playing for the volleyball club. Skip to now, it became his life and it shows. You used to be a little taller than him, but now, he has built up muscle that it’s hard to call him cute just to tease him anymore. 

By December, the pain only lingered in the palette of your mood in moments you're not preoccupied. As you walk on the winter streets, you often notice the different couples spending their time together. Young couples in the honey phase of their relationship. Couples with their children, holding hands. Your brain automatically reminds you of your ex. It did make Christmas a little lonelier. It wasn’t enough to dampen you for too long, still able to pick yourself back up when you had a holiday bonus, along with nice gifts from friends. 

When new years came, you spent it with your family. Thankfully, no one ever brought up nor questioned your relationship status, all in good part that you hadn't introduced him to your parents. Save for the one instant a niece asked if you spent Christmas with your boyfriend too. The ‘too’ gave you a hint that she may have been using another taken relative, likely a girl cousin similar to your age, as a frame of reference and applying it to you. Not wanting to tarnish her early views of love or view of you, you simply admit that you are single, nothing more. Blunt as children are, she frowned and said “that's just sad.” and it hurt how genuine she sounded. 

It’s the second week of January and you don’t plan on keeping the Christmas decor in your apartment any day longer. The Holiday season has stayed long enough in your home and it's becoming an eyesore as February approaches. You have spent the past hour packing up everything. Though it wasn’t much, you weren’t in a hurry. Otherwise you’d have tired yourself out on a weekend. Another reason is because the ladder makes too much noise when you place it on the ground. It’s a hassle and you take in consideration the neighbours below you.

Right now, you're in the process of taking down the decorations on the walls and changing the curtains. First the garlands, then the red curtains. You forget how heavy they are.

As you tug the cloth down its pole, there’s knocking on the front door. 

You weren’t expecting packages this week and that wasn’t any knock you were familiar with.

You step down the ladder carefully, then rush to the door. Peaking through the small hole, He may not be facing the door completely and he has a cap on his head, but you know that side profile anyware. It’s Kourai, on his phone on one hand. 

Though excited, you hastily padded away dust and smoothed folds on your shirt, trying to appear a little well kept even in your indoor clothes. The moment the door is fully opened, you greet him a new year and rope Kourai into a tight hug. It was the first hug with him for the year and after not seeing him since he was busy with his games. He returns your enthusiasm with a squeeze. 

“It's great to see you again,” you said, happy but clearly short in breath.

He chuckles, “You too.”

“Sorry about my place, you caught me in the middle of cleaning up,” you said as you poured him tea. He didn’t seem bothered by the mess of garlands on the floor and littered boxes of decor. 

“Shouldn’t I be the one apologising? I showed up without telling you.”

“I do like surprises.”

You welcomed him in, carrying a large, red, paper bag on one hand. The conversation didn’t end and flowed like it’s only been a week since you last saw each other. ‘How are you?’, ‘how’s work?’, ‘how are your games?’ One question and another, answered and a little more. The usual banter, meandering to whatever comes up. It feels like nothing has changed between the two of you.

Maybe it was just the freshness of a new year, but you can’t help but reflect. You’ve gone through the holidays with Kourai since you were kids. He’s changed a lot and you have too. Yet, somehow, he wound up with a haircut that’s so much like the one he had as a kid. 

“Do you need help with all this?” Kourai asks, gesturing to your living room.

 You raised a brow, “are you sure? You're visiting me. It’s not a fun visit if you're breaking a sweat.”

“Don’t be shy. I know you want to get this done fast.”

And he is right.

So, he helps out. Starting with lending his hand in getting the curtains down. In just a few minutes, the Christmas tree was down and two boxes were sealed. He then helps in moving the ladder to the hallway. You begin to take down the hanging decor on the garland with full confidence to use both of your hands now with Kourai holding the ladder for you.

“You actually hanged mistletoes, huh?” he suddenly mentions, switching the conversation topic. Prioritizing packing up had you failed to realise that was the decor you were holding. The wire is so tangled you couldn’t undo it quickly, so you move to the plastic snowflakes. Handing them down to him.

You hum in agreement. “It would be such a shame for a cute ornament to not be used, don’t you think? I’d have to wait another year!” 

He laughs with you at your point.

“Did you ever get to kiss anyone under that?” he asked casually, jokingly even. 

Through an unintentionally deep sigh, you said, “no”. Your disappointment shows just a little. “Last christmas, he wasn’t around because of work out of town. I guess it was a good thing that it didn’t happen. It would have ruined mistletoes for me.” 

Kourai was quiet for a little while. He may have thought that the topic was a sore spot for you. So you tell him that it is nothing to worry about. you raised your hands to the mistletoes again, putting your full attention to undoing its wire. As you twist and bend it, Kourai snaps your focus with one question.

 “Do you wanna do it right now?”

His shift in tone surprised you. Not wanting to assume. You ask.

“Come again?”

“Do you wanna do it right now?” He repeats. “Make your wish come true? 

It catches you off guard. Quickly letting go of the mistletoe and bracing yourself to the ladder, you turn to him, looking down from your levelled height, searching for any hint that he was kidding. There isn’t. All you see is the determination that shines in his eyes you have known of him. It came with a tint of red spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. To think he’d still remember that.

“You said you wanna do it with someone one day, right?”

Yes, you did. You said so back when you were in middle school. But that was a long time ago. Some middle school dreams were just not meant to be. From your speechlessness, anyone would have taken it back. He doubles down, calling you back to the present moment by saying your name like an endearment.

“I love you… and I really like you.” 

It's like you're breathless again. All too quickly, you want to believe again. You have no idea how to process this.

“Kourai… you…”

Bursting into a laugh, you hold steady on the ladder. Not at him, of course. It seems to ease him a little from how his face softens. For a second, you saw the little Kourai again. 

“Is this really how you confess to people?” you jokes and he chuckles too.

“I want to give it a try. While there's still a chance,” He changes his grip on the ladder. “You don’t need to say yes to anything that I said. Just letting you know” 

You felt it, that he put everything on the line. More than a decade of friendship. A friendship so long that you can see it in him that it's true. He loves you and it warms you like a scarf around the neck. However, knowing that he likes you too, It’s so easy for you to like him back. In fact, you may have begun to like him a long while ago. If anything, it felt right to just say ‘yes’. 

Yet, happiness came with fear.

With a gentle voice, you ask, “this won’t change much between us, right?”

Sensing your doubts, he reassures you, “I’ll love you no matter what.”

You might as well have fallen off the ladder.

As you try to lean forward to get a little closer, with a smile, truthfully, you said, “Yes. I love you too, Kourai. And I’d like to date you.” Everything now is clear as snow.

He takes a little gasp of air like taking in your answer. One sigh leads to a chuckle. If he wasn’t holding the ladder, he would have hugged you then and there.

Breathy, he said, “okay.” Pure joy seeping out.

Life feels as if it changed so much and yet things were all the same. Old things turning to something new. 

Kourai looks up above you again. You mirror him. The mistletoes still hanging.

“Do you still wanna do it?” he said. When you looked back down on him, a fresh grin is on his face.

Without question you, you nod. That’s one way to properly start it all.

You take each step a little shakey on the knees. There’s one more step down, but the excitement and nervousness has you quickly wrap your arms over Kourai's shoulders, letting yourself lightly fall forward to kiss him before he could say another word. He catches you, wrapping his arms around your torso, holding you in place as he kisses you back. He lifts you off the last step, not letting your feet touch the floor.

It might as well be December again.

When he sets you down, the kiss ends too. 

“So,” he started. The flushness on his face isn’t  as bad as it could be, just the right amount that made him look charming. “How was it?”

You brush back his white hair even though it's short. 

“Better than I could’ve ever hoped for.”

•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°

It's finally here!!! wow 2024 sure knows how to stop me from finishing fics, huh?

{taglist} @theholypeanut

[nikkiruncks]

Summary: What if Jackie and Hyde's fight had gone a different direction? Takes place in The Acid Queen.

"Steven, why can’t you just say that Brooke’s not hot? It’s common relationship courtesy. If you can’t do this, what will you do when I’m old ask you if I have crows feet around my eyes?"

To Jackie's dismay, this doesn't faze Hyde. "By the way, that's already starting." He quips, a small smirk on his face.

An offended gasp comes out of Jackie and she gets up. "You take that back Steven J. Hyde!" She points at Hyde with a slight scowl on her face.

Hyde shrugs, "Can't. I wouldn't be a good boyfriend if I wasn't honest."

Jackie shakes her head and walks out from the living room and into the kitchen. Hyde sighs and looks down.

"You’ve never been in a relationship have you, son?" Red quips. Hyde shrugs, "I'm not gonna lie to my girlfriend. Brooke is hot, but that doesn't mean I wanna sleep with her."

"Well I'm proud of you Steven. It's always better to be honest." Kitty says, glaring at Red.

Red groans, "Oh, for the love of god, I did love your pot roast. You’re a pot roast genius okay. It was like eating gold."

Red and Kitty continue to argue for the next ten minutes, making Hyde shake his head. He gets up and begins to head into the kitchen.

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"I would've thought you'd have left the house after that." Hyde says.

Jackie crosses her arms, "Well I wanted to, but Mrs.Forman needed to talk to me about something."

Hyde shakes his head, "Look about what happened, yes I think Brooke is hot, but that doesn’t mean I mean I wanna nail her, y'know?"

"No I don't know Steven. I don't know what it's like to find someone attractive to be attracted to them and not wanna make love to them." Jackie states.

"Woah woah, I never said anything about wanting to do anything like that." Hyde exclaims. "Look Jackie, you're my girlfriend. I would never do anything like that."

Jackie scoffs, "Oh yeah, like when you had sex with that nurse instead of talking to me! Like that, huh?" She crosses her arms and sighs. She loves Steven. He's her Puddin Pop, but she also doesn’t want to allow herself to be in a situation where she gets hurt.

Hyde walks closer to Jackie and wraps his arms around her. "What's this really about?" He asks. Jackie exhales, "I'm scared Steven. I'm scared that I'll be in another situation where I won’t be enough and you'll leave. My dad's in jail and my mom is barely around. I don't want you to leave me too."

Hyde wants to tell Jackie that he won’t be going anywhere, but he knows from experience that words don't mean anything. So he hugs her tightly, securing his arms around her waist. He buries his face in her neck to take in her scent.

Hyde and Jackie look into each other's eyes. They lean in for a kiss. It was long and soft. They let their foreheads touch right after and nuzzle their noses.

Words don't need to be said. Jackie knows that Steven won't be going anywhere. And that's all that matters.

[nacho475]

“Insecurity” (Ajax & Enid One Shot Fanfiction)

Plot Summary: Ajax feels very insecure about not being able to go out places normally just like everyone else at Nevermore because he fears that he would get someone hurt by stoning them with his powers including Enid, he is deeply depressed and spends the entire day in Enid’s dorm room and she comes to check on him after studying hope you enjoy the story 🩷

“Enid was out studying with Yoko and Bianca at the picnic tables and they all had a friendly chat. So where’s your boyfriend Ajax today Enid? Bianca asked “Oh, he just decided to rest today in my dorm room but I promised to check up on him later he just has been feeling, you know depressed” Wow for how long? Yoko asked “It started yesterday and today he is going through a deep state of depression he is just afraid of stoning students by accident and he has a habit of stoning himself sometimes when he is taking a shower if he looks in the mirror and well I feel really bad for him because he can’t do things normally like we can” Enid said. I’m going to go and talk to him and maybe try to cheer him up later she told her friends. “That sounds like a good idea how about you go talk to him right now you go do what you need to do and we’ll talk later” Bianca reassured her friend then she was off to go see him.”

“Enid opened the door to her dorm then closed it and she saw Ajax resting on her bed in a blanket with an upset look on his face. Hey sweetheart I have been feeling really depressed lately Ajax told her “Yes I know that’s why I’m here to come check up on you because I love you and want to help cheer you up” Really? How? When I can’t do things normally or go anywhere like any other student here at Nevermore without risking stoning you and other people I’m dangerous Ajax said with a tear running down his eye and burying his face in his pillow. Aww baby it’s alright come out of the blanket I know what will make you happy sit up then Ajax climbed from out of the blanket and sat next to his girlfriend and she leaned in and kissed his lips softly and they both continued to kiss passionately then let go. Come on wanna have a tickle fight? lay down Enid said then she was on top of him tickling his stomach with her long colorful nails Enid! No! Stop! I swear! Ajax said laughing really hard now he was on top of Enid and tickled her too then she was giggling but then the minute he looked at her she turned into a solid rock. Enid?! Ajax said tapping her face No! Not you too! Ajax said breaking down crying.”

“Ajax wrapped his arms around his girlfriend crying and mourning for her until a miracle happened he heard cracking and was able to feel her flesh again she was back to normal. Huh? Why is Enid feeling softer all of a sudden Enid! I’m so glad you are okay! Ajax said in surprise then hugged her. I’m so sorry he told her I told you how dangerous I am “it’s okay I forgive you” Enid said. Please don’t ever feel like you are a mistake you will never be for me and please don’t change for me how about we go out on a date later she suggested I promise I will always be here for you and help you not fear going anywhere again “Sure Enid I love you so much baby” Ajax told her then they both kissed.”

The End

[footballfanficwriter]

Promises we made

Summary: They made promises to eachother

13 years ago:

"Jude?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we'll ever find love"

"Uhm I don't know, what Is love anyway"

"I don't know,but I think it's all about holding hands and hugging your boyfriend or girlfriend"

"But we do that all the time"

"Does that mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend"

"I don't know, maybe"

"But don't girlfriends and boyfriends like kiss eachother"

"Eww,that's gross"

"Yeah, love is gross, I don't think I want to have it"

"Me too"

"But my mom and dad hug and kiss eachother all the time,does that make them boyfriend and girlfriend"

"I don't know Jude, Maybe they are"

"I think they're married"

"I think I wanna get married instead of being someone's girlfriend"

"Isn't that the same thing as being someone's girlfriend"

"No being girlfriend and boyfriend means you have to kiss and hug your boyfriend or girlfriend and do all the yucky stuff"

"Then what does being married mean"

"You live with the person but you don't kiss them, you only hug them and live with them"

"Oh yeah that makes it easier to understand"

"Yeah, so I wanna get married"

"I promise that when we're older we'll get married,then I can become a football player and you can become an actress, and we'll live together and be happy"

"Yeah, then we can have as much candy as we want and no one would tell us to stop"

"But what about kids"

"Only boyfriends and girlfriends have kids"

"Oh yeah right"

"You didn't make a promise to me Y/n"

"Oh right, I promise to always be your best friend and always be there for you"

"Thank you, me as well I promise too"

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise"

10 years later:

Jude an I are at his house just sitting on the floor and talking about random stuff

"Am I really that hard to love"

"What do you mean?"

"I broke up with Isaac "

"Another one bites the dust"

"Stop"

"Why did you break up with him"

"He was too controlling for my liking"

"Good riddance,I never even liked the lad anyway"

"You never liked any of my boyfriends"

"That's because they were all pricks"

"No not all of them"

"Whatever, and to answer your question , no you are not hard to love"

"Well to help you feel beter, Roxy broke up with me"

"What for?"

"Something about not feeling it anymore"

"Oh well her loss"

"You know what we should do"

"What?"

"If all love in our lives fails us we should just get married to eachother"

"That's actually a good idea"

"See I'm clever as well"

"Whatever einstein"

"C'mon let's plan our wedding"

"It's not like we're actually gonna get married"

"Yeah but if it happens we need to be prepared"

He grabs his laptop and starts typing things

"Ok first order of business,the cake"

"Why the cake, why can't it be the wedding dress first"

"Fine, the wedding dress first"

"Ok I pick this one":

"That looks pretty, you're gonna look so pretty"

"Thank you"

"Ok now for the suit"

"Just wear a black suit"

"Oh right, what's next"

"The venue"

"What about that one"

"Yeah that's really beautiful"

"Next"

"The rings"

"Let's pick for eachother"

"Ok I pick this one for you"

"Then I pick this one for you"

"I'm not gonna lie I'm really enjoying doing this"

"Same"

"What's next then"

"The cake"

"Ok I'm in love with that one"

"I definitely agree"

"We need a reception as well"

"Which one should we go for"

"You can pick this one Jude"

"Ok, I pick this one"

"We forgot a color scheme"

"White and Gold"

"Ok"

"Is that all"

"The food"

"So a Buffett"

"Yeah, that way everybody can have how ever amount of food that they"

"Smart"

"Yeah I know I am"

"Whatever"

"JUDE BELLINGHAM HAS JUST SCORED THE THIRD GOAL OF THE MATCH, WHAT A LAD"

Present day:

"Bellingham, Bellingham, Bellingham,BELLINGHAM!"

The crowd goes wild as I sit there watching Jude celebrating with his teammates, he turns around and blows me an air kiss

I catch it and return it back to him

When the game ends the score is 5-0

I wait for Jude to do the post match interview and receive his player of the match award

When he's done we walk to the car

"I'll drive" I say

"Thank you, I'm proper knackered"

"I know"

"Can you believe we're getting married, this weekend

"I know it feels so surreal"

"What feels surreal is the fact that by this time Next week you'll already be MRS Bellingham, you'll be my wife"

"And you'll be my husband"

"I can't believe it"

"Me too"

Weekend:

The day is finally here I'm getting married to my bestfriend and the man I love

"Aww, look at how beautiful you look,you look so beautiful sweetheart"

"Thanks mom"

"Good God I'm gonna cry"

"No please don't"

She comes in for a hug and when she pulls back, she's got tears in her eyes"

"Mom please don't cry, it's not like I'm leaving you"

"You sort of are in a way" she says

"Ok places everybody, we're up in 5" the wedding planner says

"Let's get you married"

We make our way outside and start walking to where the ceremony is taking place

My bridesmaids make they're way down the aisle

When they're done it's my turn

I take a deep breath before walking

Please don't trip

Please don't trip

Please don't trip

Please don't trip

Then I see him,black crisp tuxedo that looks like second skin on him

He's smiling at me and I smile back at him

When I reach the end of the aisle he grabs my hand and guides me in front of him

"Hi" he whispers

"Hey" I whisper back

"You look beautiful"

"You look handsome"

"I can't believe we're doing this"

"We're crazy"

"Most definitely"

"Thank you everyone for being her today to bring together these two people in matrimony, I don't wanna wate your time so let's get into it the couple have decided to have their own vows , starting with y/n"

"Jude you are my best friend, you always have been, you've been there for me every single day, at first I saw you as my brother, which is weird now that I'm thinking about it , but the point is you've been my pillar, the person to push me when I was not up for the challenge , when I felt like my world was ending and when I felt alone, you showed me countless times that you were right there and if I fell you where always there to pick me up and tell me to try again, I love you more than words can ever Express and I promise to always love you"

"Alright now Jude"

"Y/n, many years ago I made a promise to, a promise nobody but us knew about, I promised that one day I'd marry you here I am now fulfilling that promise, I am so happy you are a person that exists in this universe, because there are thousands of people in this universe and if I'm gonna be marrying one I'm Glad it's you, I can't imagine my life without you or how it where I would be right now without you, but I know for a fact that I wouldn't be standing here making you my wife, I love you more than anything in this universe and I promise to always support you and love you"

"By the power vested in me"

" pronounce you Husband and wife, you may kiss the bride"

Jude doesn't waste another second to kiss me

When we pull away he smiles at me

"I can't believe we did that"

"Well believe it"

We walk down the aisle and take a few pictures before going to the reception

We enjoy with our friends, family and loved ones

And by the time 10 O'clock hits my feet are tired from all the dancing

So Jude decides we should go to bed

"What a day"

"Yeah you can say that again"

"MRS. Bellingham"

"That feels weird to hear"

"Stop ruining the moment, I'm trying to build up something"

"Oh, ok sorry, start from the beginning"

"Y/n"

"Sorry"

"Stop"

We end up laughing and he just pulls me in for a kiss, that slowly becomes heated by the moment

He pulls away and says

"I love you so much"

"And I love you more"

[kimlovestowrite]

Robyn Campbell

16

—

I sit in the backseat of my father's truck, just beside my older brother.

We're going to visit our grandparents in Inglewood and I'm not looking forward to it. I love my family—but sometimes they could be too much.

They think since I'm "young" I don't deserve privacy. And they're also old, strongly opinionated, and ignorant, having a conversation with them is like talking to a wall.

And my parents are no better, being the youngest is honestly the worst, it's like they don't care anymore. We never talk, all they worry about is how my brother is in college and he's an athlete.

To them, I'm just their daughter, they don't even acknowledge me unless I'm causing trouble which rarely happens.

Maybe if I didn't get talked over all the time I'd talk more. What I say doesn't even matter to anyone...

I look out the window and at the busy city, listening to music in my headphones.

"We're here!!" My annoying stepmother calls out, she was cool when we first met, but I guess that was just the first couple weeks.

I take one of my AirPods out, placing them back into the case and stuffing them into my tote bag before turning it down to where I can hear, and placing my phone in there too.

I look out of the window to see their huge, old money house. I guess we'll be staying here for the week.

They didn't even let me bring my cat.

I groan quietly as I open the truck door, hoping out after everyone else.

"Okay kids, I want yall to be the best yall can be to granny and grandpa, they need memories with you guys," my dad says.

"Doesn't she have dementia?" My brother asks joking, I'm way more respectful than him.

I drown them out as we approach the front door.

The front door opens and my grandparents stand there, smiling widely.

"Hey my babies!" My grandma says, pulling us both into a hug.

She smells like honeydew, as usual.

I flash a respectful smile, "hey grandma,"

"Wassup," my brother says.

I roll my eyes.

—

We all sit at the dinner table, I just know this is gonna go how it always does.

I take a few bites of my food, trying to avoid contact with anyone.

"Robyn baby?" My grandma says.

I smile, looking up. "Yes grandma?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?" She asks.

My eyebrows raise, "No,"

She hums, "I hope you don't have a little girlfriend, that's a sin baby. And I don't want anyone in this family going to hell for something so nasty. Liking girls is disgusting and sinful."

My eyebrows furrow, "Oh no, of course not," I laugh slightly.

Liking girls is definitely wrong, and I still feel guilty for kissing one...

But I can't help but think about her all the time, why'd she come to that beach? Why do I never see her there anymore?

How did she get so many tattoos?

Does she like girls? If she does I won't judge her. I would never judge someone like my family does.

"I heard the neighbors daughter likes girls," she says, shaking her head.

"That's a damn shame," my dad says, "I don't know what I'd do if my daughter decided to sin like that,"

"Robyn, I want you to stay away from that girl," my grandpa adds.

How can they be christians and be so ignorant and rude.

I place my fork onto my plate, tired of listening to them.

I smile, "I think I left my medicine in the car," I say, "can I go get it?"

My stepmother nods, "The car is unlocked,"

I excuse myself from the table and bring my tote bag, going outside for some fresh air. I love nature, and I'd stay out here all day if I could.

I have my medicine already, I just don't wanna be in there. Maybe I should sit down and clear my mind.

I lay on the hot concrete, looking up at the light blue sky.

My mind wanders, and I can't stop thinking about that girl. She was gorgeous, from her dark curly hair to her white air forces.

I can't stop thinking about the moment we shared, how passionate we got.

I feel someone touch my shoulder, causing me to jump out of my own world.

My mouth falls open as I stare into her chocolate eyes. She's smiling, flashing her same gold grill.

"Do you remember me?" She asks.

I nod, "yeah," I swallow awkwardly as I sit up.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

My eyebrows furrow, "This is my grandparents house," I say.

"Oh," she smiles.

"What are you doing here?"

"My parents kinda forced me to move," she says, looking away.

My eyebrows raise, "really?"

She nods, "mhm, but they're gone for the week, wanna come over?"

My eyebrows shoot up, "Yeah, actually."

She smiles, gently taking my hand as I use my other one to grab my tote bag. "Boring grandparents huh?" She asks.

"Even worse," I roll my eyes as I follow her to her house.

"How?" She asks.

"You don't wanna know," I laugh.

She hums, opening the front door and letting me in before closing it.

"Follow me," she says, leading me into what I'm guessing is her bedroom.

Her bedroom is perfect for her, from the music posters to the low light and The Weeknd playing on her tv.

"I love it in here," I smile, looking around at the decorations.

"Thank you," she says.

I sit down on the bed beside her as we talk.

"I love your voice," she says, her usual raspy voice turning soft.

I smile, "Really? Why?" I ask, I used to get bullied a lot for my lisp despite how unnoticeable it is.

"It's sweet, like honey, and your lisp is adorable, I'd listen to a podcast that's hours long with just you on it," she says, staring into my eyes with her chocolate ones.

How poetic.

I smile, "thank you, that's the best compliment I've ever gotten," I say softly, subconsciously leaning in.

"What kinda music do you like?" She asks, grabbing her tv remote.

I smile, "I've been listening to a lot of Beyonce,"

She nods, shuffling on Beyoncé's self-titled album.

My brow raises, "You listen to her too?" I ask.

"Yes," she laughs, "this is definitely in my top 3," she motions to the song playing.

No Angel by Beyoncé is playing, making me feel things.

"Mine too," I say, my voice falling quiet as I notice the way she's looking at me.

Her eyes dart to my lips, then further down.

But I can't kiss her again, I asked god to forgive me too many times—he might not forgive me this time.

Her eyes meet mine again, and when she leans in, I hear a knock on the door.

I don't know whether to be glad or disappointed...I didn't not want to kiss her.

Without hesitation, I press my lips to hers, gently throwing my arms over her shoulders.

She hums with content as she kisses back, now that we each have more experience, the kiss is more passionate and intimate. I let her tatted hands roam my body if she touches me it'd be my first time.

The knocks happens again but we continue to kiss as she throws a leg over my body, getting on top of me.

she pulls away for a second, "don't worry about that okay baby?" She asks.

My stomach aches at the pet name as I nod, "Okay,"

Our lips connect again, and I can't help but feel like this is what I'm supposed to be doing. This isn't wrong.

[goldentoshi]

secret girlfriend

ken ryuguji (draken) x black!reader

tw: just cursing...

you stood next to draken's bike while there was a meeting going on with toman. this was the first time you ever went to one. you guys had a private but not secret relationship and only people who needed to know, knew. chewing you bubble gum and playing a game on his phone with your long, black acrylics. every once in a while, you would look over at your boyfriend, just checking in on him. not that he needed it.

"um, hello." someone said, tapping your shoulder hard. you looked over in disgust at whoever tapped you. "this isn't your bike."

"fucking, obviously." you rolled your eyes. "it's my boyfriend's, so like back off."

"please. kenny doesn't have a girlfriend." she laughed in your face. " kenny? "and, no offense, but he's gotta be out his damn mind to choose someone like you."

"excuse me? you wanna say that again."

"do you see the material?" she asked, twirling around. "he has all of this? why pick anyone else?"

your fists clenched as you heard her disrespect you. she must be one of the whores that walked around here. you promised ken you wouldn't whoop anyone else's ass after you beat us that one bitch who couldn't keep her hands to herself.

"look here...-"

"my name's emma."

"- emma. i have very little patience for disrespect, but i promised ken that i wouldn't fight anymore. how about you move along and fuck off."

"you're still stuck on this imaginary relationship huh?" she crossed her arms. "ken's you're boyfriend? prove it?"

"prove it?" you asked, looking over at your boyfriend. all the captains were talking as the rest of toman dispersed. "gladly! follow me, skank."

you two walked over to the small group. you looked back at emma, who was waiting for anything to happen. you wrapped your arms around his waist and he looked down. once he realized who you were, he smiled and pulled you into a small hug.

"hey guys!" you smiled at everyone.

"what's up kid." baji smiled, giving you a fist bump.

"hey tiny draken." mitsuya hugged you. "i got those cargo pants you asked for." he handed me a bag.

"thanks takashi! you're a life saver!" i smiled, pulling $200 out my purse. i tried to hand it to him but he refused.

"i can't take that." he politely said. "it didn't take me that long to make them and i-"

"takashi. take the fucking money. i want to give it to you, if anything use it for luna and mana. i'm giving this to you whether you like it or not." i sternly (but kindly) said to him. he gave me another hug in appreciation and took it. "you know i care about you. stop playing."

"what's up idiot?" mikey teased, poking me.

"nothing doofus." you teased back. "do y'all know that girl behind us? she was being really mean. told me that ken would date anyone like me cause he had her and shit. took everything outta me to remain calm. you're mines kenny." you told them.

"i know babe, not the mushy stuff in front of the boys." ken tried to hold back his smile and he kissed the top of your forehead.

"that's emma, mikey's sister." nahoya smiled. "she's in looove with kenken over here."

"she is not." your boyfriend said.

"she is." you replied. he looked back at emma, who had a shocked expression in her face.

"emma. come over here." mikey frustratingly called out to her. she slowly walked over to her brother, who looked at her upset. "what did you do?"

"she's the one feeling on draken's bike and acting like she owns him."

"you call him draken now huh? what happened to him being your kenny?" you provoked. "i never said i owned him, YOU said he wasn't my boyfriend and i corrected you. that's tea."

"whatever." she rolled her eyes. "i was here first anyways. you can't replace me. remember that."

"wow emma. you really sounds jealous. i never even said i was quote-unquote trying to replace you." i laughed.

"emma you sound delusional." baji laughed. "y'all never even dated."

she looked around in embarrassment before walking away to go with hinata. you held back your laughter as much as i could. "y'all i didn't do anything to her i swear. sorry mikey if i was an asshole."

"nah don't sweat it, you're not normally like that unless provoked, she'll be fine. emma's dramatic." he shrugged.

"anyways! kenny can we go now?"

"yes darling. go-ahead and put on your helmet and i'll be right behind you. and put it on properly."

"ken, i told you i don't need it."

"y/n. this is for your safety. please put the helmet on the correct way." he softly said to me.

"okay ken." i smiled at him before saying goodbye to everyone and walking over to his bike. i grabbed my matte black helmet and put it on. it had my name in blue letters and a butterfly underneath.

as i looked back i say hinata and emma looking at me as emma whispered something to her. i smiked and waved at them before ken walked over and stood in front of me.

"there, now was that so hard?" he teased. "good girls get rewarded. you want some boba?"

"yes! you'll take me to get some?" i asked, jumping in excitement.

"anything for my girl." he smiled before he looked straight past me and to the two girls clearly talking shit about me. "princess?"

"yeah kenny?"

"don't ever forget that i'm yours okay?" he said turning his attention back to me and looking in my eyes. "and you're mines. all mines. i don't care what anyone else has to say."

"i know." i grinned.

"great. glad we're on the same page." was all he said before leaning down and pulling me into a kiss. "i love you."

"i love you too ken."

[modernstoner]

sweet dreams | p.parker

peter had a nightmare which resulted in him, coming to you and cuddling.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warning: none, just a quick fluff ♡

w/c: 513.

a/n: hey guys, i'm back (but not for long) but i just opened tumblr and saw that i hit 1.4k followers. like what?! i never thought i would make it this far. this is so amazing and incredibly bizarre to me and i love every each of you ♡ thank you guys ♡

peter laid on his small bed, the moonlight hitting his face through his small window. he was sweating, twitching in his sleep due to the the awful nightmare he was having.

he was quickly woke up from his nightmare. breathing heavily as he looked around his dark room. he sighed in relief when he realize that it was just a horrible dream.

his arm flew to his side to get his girlfriend closer to him, only to see that you weren't there. furrowing his eyebrow in confusion, wondering where you could be.

his eyes landed on his alarm clock which showed 2:03 a.m. you weren't here with peter because you were at home, asleep.

peter debated if he should swing to your house and cuddle with you or just stay in your bed and hope forgot about the dream he just had. he knew that the only person who could help his scared, nervous state is you.

but, he didn't wanted to wake you up at 2 in the morning and bother you. so, he covered his body back with his blanket, closing his eyes.

after what if felt like hours, peter couldn't sleep. he needed you to be here with him. he looked back at his clock: 2:10 a.m. he loudly groaned, getting up from his bed, putting on a hoodie.

opening his window, he shot his web-shooters at some random building before swinging to it.

you were fast asleep, messy blankets around your legs but your sleep was disturbed by a noise. you fluttered your eyes, wondering where the sound was coming from.

until, you realized that the noise sounded like someone tapping on your window. you turned around to see your boyfriend, waving at you, signaling you to open to window.

you were confused why peter was knocking in your window at such ungodly hour. you rubbed your tired eyes, unlocking the lock, letting your boyfriend in.

"peter, why are you here..?" you yawned but peter didn't say anything, quickly wrapping his arm around your torso.

you felt him shaking a little which made you worried. "p-peter, are you okay?" you asked him, placing your palm on his cheeks, forcing him to look into your eyes.

"m'kay, just had a nightmare." his head goes to snuggling into your neck.

peter felt your muscle soften. "come on, let's cuddle on the bed." you whispered as he softly nodded.

you sat on the edge of your bed, opening your arms for peter which he immediately hugged. his hot breath hitting the crook of your neck, his arm hugging your torso, tightly as if he is afraid to let go of you.

you played with his brown curls. "you wanna talk about it?" peter shook his head. you kissed his temple, going back to playing with his hair.

you moved a little to go and grab a grey blanket that was beside you, covering the two of you completely.

your warm embrace, your sent was making peter feel protected. both of you stayed like this before drifting to off to sleep.

© modernstoner

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @wickedsunfire , @akiko-tanaka , @aerynscrichton , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @auawdo , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @nicolewoo , @writtingrose , @bayley-no-friends

Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

………………………………………………………………………………………..

We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

Please, if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated ❤️😘

[fnf-amateur-writing]

Could I request a boyfriend, Pico, and Girlfriend(poly or separate) with a s/o that loves physical affection.

I'm very touched starved-

🥚 anon

Hey Egg Anon, I'm touched starved too tbh, lol. Guess that's why x readers are such a coping mechanism for me.

I decided to do headcanons for the characters separately for this one. Hope you like it!

Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and Pico (separate) with touched starved S/O headcanons

Boyfriend:

When he found out about your desire for physical affection, he had an idea: what if he carried you around in public, so you don't have to wait until at home to snuggle. It sounded a bit strange, but you loved the idea.

But he looks a bit short to be carrying anyone past a five year old child. Maybe he was joking?

You're assumptions were wrong in the best possible way. This kid must've eaten protein powder for breakfast, because there was a lot more muscle in him than you thought.

And he would happily carry you out in public as he had offered, showing you off around the mall while you held a drink with two straws to share.

Some clearly salty guy would then accuse Boyfriend of being a show off carrying his partner and looking all lovey dovey, when it was really just him spending time with you in a way you both liked.

Don't worry, he would never let go of you to throw punches. Instead, in his usual beep bop style, he challenged the guy to a rap battle. Some passerbys started to watch in interest.

And it was then you learned that he could not only carry you, but carry you while singing. The guy soon stormed off, humiliated, after another successful rap battle from your favourite little cyan haired hero.

And outside of carrying you, you two like to put on a movie while snuggling in bed. However, you would be too relaxed to stay awake and could never remember what happened in the movie.

And if you can sing too, you could sing like Skid and Pump does and Boyfriend could carry you while you sing a duet against your opponent.

So when it comes to wanting physical affection, you are lucky to have someone like Boyfriend.

Girlfriend:

You are blessed.

She's the squishy and curvy girl people dream of. She pats your head, as you use her as a pillow, whispering sweet little nothings until you sleep.

Remember to check your face before going out, because you never know if there is another lipstick marking from her kisses after a cuddle session.

And she finds it amusing how much you enjoy the squishiness of her body, allowing you to give her surprise hugs when you want, being that most women would be judged for such a thing.

But this woman is still a demon.

One day, she's down to snuggle and no questions are asked. But the next, she's teasing your neediness.

"Not so fast," she would say as she held you away from her with her hand on your head. "I wanna see you earn it this time."

She wants her partners to have skill in rapping, and if you haven't shown any in a while or if she feels like she wants to hear you sing, then she'll say you can't cuddle until you find a tall bad boy to rap against.

She's joking there, since the tall bad boy rappers are almost never worth the trauma of facing, but she still wants you to find someone.

And once you do and beat them in a rap, she would get off her speakers and give you the affection you've been craving. And yes, she'll do it even if it embarrasses you in front of those watching. It's what you wanted, right?

Pico:

It's been a long time since he has dated Boyfriend, and he hasn't had much physical affection since then. With his paranoia and murderous tendencies, it seems he has forgotten how nice a simple hug can feel.

Not long into the relationship, you got physical for the first time and gave him a surprise hug from behind.

But this didn't end too well, with him panicking and asking you who broke into the house.

"No, nothing's wrong!"

"Then what is it!?" he nearly screamed with his Uzis pointed in different directions.

"I just wanted a hug."

"Oh... Okay?"

For a while, you felt bad for how much you gave him hugs and cuddles. He was interpreting being embraced as you needing his protection from someone. But don't worry, he eventually got used to it, and even started to enjoy it.

On second thought, Pico actually missed the affection he used to get from Boyfriend. Maybe he was a bit like you; he just needed you to crack that shell of his.

So now, you two are almost always embracing. You would do so watching TV, sleeping, playing games, and when Pico would hold on behind you in the kitchen out of a constant fear of you falling while opening the oven. Depending on who's bigger, one of you would often sit in the other's lap.

But even when it's not the time, like in public, you always hold hands. It feels like a constant reminder of your love without the need of words and gifts.

[rafescoke]

hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!! 

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out. 

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration. 

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . .  (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her. 

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks. 

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and  (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car. 

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago. 

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one. 

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and  (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy. 

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic. 

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?” 

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and  (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point,  (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him. 

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop. 

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened. 

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie.  (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters. 

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom. 

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine. 

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired. 

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her. 

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack. 

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core.  (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad. 

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left  (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him. 

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet.  (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only  (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away.  (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N)  felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from  (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-”  (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God,  (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”  

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck,  (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow. 

#Part 2

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[the-kipsabian]

before i go to bed, since its ace week

hi. my name is night. im an aroace agender person

i dont connect with a gender. im physically a woman cause i dont know what i want from my body to actually look like, and getting treatment is behind a wall made out of loooooong time of doctors appointments and therapy and tests and whatnot. even more so for a person like me who has been diagnosed with mental issues before. however, that doesnt change the fact that i feel no connection to this gender, or any other - i mentally see myself just as a meat blob, having to just exist in this body without another option right now, tho what i physically look like on the outside rn does not represent how i actually feel. i know im genderless. im not a woman nor do i want to be, im also not a man nor do i wanna be that either. im also not a secret third option, im no option at all. im the 'opt out to not answer this question' button. the none of the other

im also very much an aromantic. ive had crushes before tho so ive thought for the longest time i might be demi. cause all my crushes came to be after a mental connection with these people were made. but it also never came with more than 'oh this person was nice to me at a time i really needed that, i like them and wanna maybe like be close to them and idk hold hands??’ but thinking back on it now, ive never actually like. felt romantic towards anyone. i have never been in love as far as im concerned. i dont like kissing, hugs and hand holding are reserved for people i care about closely but not in a sense where i wanna date them. or maybe i’d like to try, but i also know im never gonna love them as more than my friends. any kind of intimate bullshit is out of the question unless we’re close friends and mostly when i initiate. i think im incapable of feeling romantic love, but i dont think this is a bad thing in the slightest. i just view it as the necessary evil in a sense, where all the love i do got to give is the same for everyone regardless of our status and their gender etc., and its just a sign that we are friends. i have a love language, but its not romantic, i dont feel it, but i still show it to people who i deeply do care about. and thats okay

ive always been ace. i grew up always thinking everyone else was weird (and honestly kinda gross lmao) thinking about sex and kissing and boyfriends and girlfriends and i was just. idk in a sense trying to fit in. but i never leaned that way, i still dont - ive known for the longest time that i am sex repulsed, thats nothing new to me, which is why even as a supposed adult at the ripe age of 30 (lol) im still not getting into smut, like yeah that should be saying something. like this started when i was maybe like 12 or 13 and this kind of stuff started to pop up for the first time in my small friend circle, and i just never got into anything like that that a person my age was maybe supposed to. i was never interested. and one thing im thankful about having grown up the fucked up way i did is that i never dated. i never had to find out about my orientation that way. like maybe i spent a lot of time thinking i was a demi on this section too, just thinking that it was very normal for kids not to be that horny as i wasnt either - but i still couldnt get into the “horny” stuff kids my age were getting into. it was weird. but, i had all the time to think about it, and eventually when i got old enough to separate the sexual and romantic attractions and online became a place i could search on my own safely (yay first own laptop!) and more informative about this stuff, the labels just. kinda fell into my lap. and it made sense. ive made my peace about being this way a long time ago and i dont care what that makes me in someone elses eyes (for example, my mom thinks its better that im “supposedly ace” rather than i would date girls :))) ), i know who i am and how i am. and im ace. and you can have all the sex you want idc im not here to preach i just know thats not for me and i do not crave for it, not now, not ever, and never have

oh and also yeah i think my bio says flux in there, its a thing i was made aware of recently in my last identity meltdown few months ago, which is basically like. you are the base of these identities (in this case, aroace) but some times it might very slightly but noticeably fluctuate towards something else for a brief amount of time - so if you’ve ever seen one of my gay panic moments yeah it might be actual real gay feelings i have. i dont know, but it feels appropriate and accurate and even if its not, having a little label to pin on it like an asterisk helps my anxiety about it so. yeah. and thats the most important things

im not only writing this to make it clear who i am and what i am, but maybe someone will see this and know that no matter what they identify as and what they are, they are valid and loved. if nothing else, i love you 💜