#me when i make a silly joke guy and turns out shes actually full of hatred and starts a cult

[angelbby555]

"Controlling each others tinder dates!"

Summary: Your friend and you share a YouTube channel. For a video you decided to control each other's tinder dates. A wave of embarrassment passes through you when you're forced to act like a fool in front of one of the sexiest men alive.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x female reader

word count: 4000 K

warning: second hand embarrassment, reader acting cringe, one suicide joke

How you started recording theses stupid videos you didn't know. Really you just filmed your life for the fun of it. Talking to camera, when you were stress and occasionally recording your friends birthdays.

Your phone memory started to get full. To protect your storage, you opted to upload your videos on YouTube. Camilla and Josephine, your friends had a very hard laugh and started calling you a YouTuber. No matter how much you defend yourself, your friends always teased you about it.

The videos were very simple. You crying hysterically to the camera or you and your friends hanging out together. The videos were raw and authentic, none of it was cut or edited. Silly videos were all they were.

Then it all changed. One of the videos titled "twister & gossiping" had gained a lot of attention. You didn't know how people found the video of you and your girlfriend bending and stretching over each other while talking shit about a few people in your lives. But people found it and before you knew it the video had around 100k views.

To the 3 of you it was a massive audience. And it was crazy that you had actually gained money off a video that had no purpose being for anyone else. The other stupid videos got more attraction and before you girls knew it, you were making cash while simply having fun.

You started to take the whole YouTube thing seriously. All 3 of you decided to quiet your jobs and share an apartment together. Probably one of the best decisions you ever made. Every day felt like a massive slumber party with Josephine and Camilla.

The videos started to become more structured. Trying new ideas, never sticking to one niche. Camille liked to do cooking videos and preferred the filming side of things. Josephine liked to do pranks on the public, and start talking to random people on the street. You were down for anything. None of you ever felt the need to record a video to put food on the table but it was more of a want. Everything was fun with your friends so every video was a blast to record.

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This time around you guys were getting around to Josephine's idea. It was a prank video that involved controlling each other's dates. All three of you had found tinder match specifically for the video, just so you could troll them, you guys being in each other's ears and telling your friends what to say.

Camilla controlled Josephine's date, and You controlled Josephine's as she talked to a guy named Richard. You told her to say a lot of stupid and cringey stuff. Even getting her to start break dancing in the middle of a restaurant. For Joey it was humiliating. But for you and Camilla it was the most funniest stuff you ever did.

Now the sun was coming down casting a beautiful orange color in the sky. It was finally your turn to go on a date, while your friends controlled what you did. You stood out in the parking lot of a bar while setting your things up with your friends. Joey's blue eyes had a mischievous glint on them. You already knew she was gonna get pay back for what you put her through earlier.

"Oh my gosh I'm scared! I already know Joey's gonna put me through hell right now!" You squealed out as you felt your heart thundering in your chest. Josephine smiled knowing she was the reason for your stress and clipped the small mic underneath your shirt, so the audio would be better in the video.

"Show us your hunka piece of meat that's your date." Camilla teasingly wiggle her eyebrows behind the camera. Immediately you smirked at what she said, since you thought your guy was so much more attractive compared to Richard and Peter from their dates.

"Everyone shut up and look at these amazing pictures." Your friends cackled when you pulled up Bradley Bradshaw's tinder profile. You showed the camera his photos. "He does not know how to pose for the camera, but trust me ladies he is delicious!"

The first picture was Bradley smiling in his dress blues with his arm around a man's shoulder, the next picture was him smiling awkwardly while in a pool, and the last one was a beach picture as he looked absolutely ripped with his shirt off. You glanced at Camilla and she didn't look to impressed so you pretend to lick your phone screen while on his picture, making both your friends laughing.

"As everyone can see y/n's type is very questionable." Josphine threw her arm over your shoulder and Camilla nodded.

"No, how does it feel to have zero taste?" You shot back. "Did you not see those abs? Doesn't that make you want to rip him apart?" You shrieked as you both stared at his amazingly tan body.

"I mean yeah he's okay, but do you see his first two pic?! He's like a dad the way he takes pictures." Camilla added. You stared up at the red and blue sign that illuminated Hard Deck. Bradley had told you to meet him here.

"Plus you see that little number in the corner babe? He's fucking 37 a whole 10 years older then you!" That fact did not cancel your attraction from Bradley it only made you more intrigued. Your friends made you feel like a different breed for like older guys but in your mind it was better to like a man then a boy.

"37 and fine! Hello!" You screamed obnoxiously in Josphine's face making her laugh. He blonde hair was all over her face. "He's straight out of my dreams. I think he might be my husband." You declared just making your friends laugh in your face yet again.

"After this date? He will be running for the hills." Camilla laughed. It was a shame that this was all for video, because you really did find him attractive.

"Please don't make me sound so stupid." You pleaded to the girls even though any beg would go in one ear and out the other. Your phone buzzed in your head, it was a message from Bradley. "Oh shit, he's already in the bar."

"Dang we haven't even made you do anything and you already fucked your chance up, by being late." You shoved Josephine off your shoulder and flipped her off. You wanted this guy so bad. You didn't mind the age or his random tinder picture, you thought it was cute.

"Alright show time ladies let's head into the bar." Camilla directed. You felt your heart speed increase. There was no chance you would be leaving this date without looking like an idiot. You never been to the Hard Deck before, but after this you weren't gonna be showing your face around here any time soon.

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You slide the wireless ear bud into your ear and let your hair fall to the front of your face to cover the air pod. Josephine started texting to see if you could hear her and you nodded in response.

The bar was packed with people in khaki uniforms. Until right now your realized this was a bar made for navy men. The thought didn't pass through your head that Bradley could be in the navy up until this moment. This bar wasn't your scene, and you were starting to regret agreeing to do this prank video for your guys stupid channel.

"Well be right over there filming. Anything you do, don't look at the camera so Bradley doesn't get suspicious!" Camilla yelled over the loud 80's music playing in the jukebox. You were staring to get really nervous and your hands started to shake from the adrenaline running through your veins.

"Good luck!"

"Fuck you both!" They both laughed and wandered away to film you in secret. This prank was beyond out your comfort zone, and it didn't help that Bradley was so attractive you were nervous to be in his presence.

The bar was decorated with model planes hanging on the ceiling. While there was also white pitchers hung in the ceiling in various circles forms. Soft yellow lights illuminated the bar, casting it in a warm environment. It definitely looked like a guys hang out place.

Bradley had told you, he was sitting down at a table somewhere but you couldn't find him. The bar was too noisy for your liking and lots of people were brushing up against you. You were just trying to find your tinder date when you bumped into someone's firm chest.

"No way you just bumped into Bradley!" Josephine cackle in the ear bud before you look at him. You could feel the indents of his abs while your had rested on his stomach to steady yourself.

You looked up at Bradley and there the 37 year old man was in all of his glory. His eyes were a honey burnt color and he looked even more gorgeous in real life, then in his photos.

"Handsome?" You pressed your lips together staring up at him. So tall, so your type. Bradley lips twitched up into a smirk.

"Bradley." He pointed at his chest, correcting you. Bradley pointed his index finger back to you. "Pretty?" He mocked you making your pupils grow in size.

"Yes sir." You stupidly replied making Bradley chuckle. Seeing him laugh automatically had you smiling. Love at first sight, you just met him and right now, you wanted to do anything he asked. Bradley placed his large calloused hand over your smaller one that was resting on his abdomen. All you were thinking about was that under his white shirt he was absolutely ripped.

"It's good to finally meet you in person. You wanna come get a drink with me?" You obediently nodded your head and he smiled. Bradley hand was on your lower back guiding you through the crowd. His small touch had a shiver run down your spine.

You got to the bar and both sat down on the stools. Bradley had flagged the woman down st the bar so you could both place your drink order. It broke your heart that you were using him for a stupid prank with your friends meanwhile he might actually be trying to find love on the dating app.

"You know what babe? Well let you take control the sails for a little with Brad." Josephine said in your ear. Your phone was in your pocket on call, so your friend could hear the conversation you were having with Bradley.

"No fucking way, you let me?" You exclaimed out loud. Bradley gave you a funny look but still smiled.

"What did you say?" Bradley asked. That moment you noticed why that might have sounded weird when he hadn't spoken.

"I said your so fucking sexy, when did you get here?" You tried to save yourself but came off to forward. You could hear both your friends laughing in your ear piece.

"About 20 minutes ago, on the time you said you would be here, 6:30." Bradley teased you. Their came another wave a guilt about being tardy since you were too busy goofing off with your friends at the beach.

The bartender came to leave the drinks off and you both thanked her. The older woman glanced at Bradley in a knowing manner that had him shaking his head. The woman turned to you and winked, before she left and stared preparing more drinks. You hated how you were immediately jealous of a woman you didn't even know.

"Cool people arrive late to everything." You said trying to excuse your late entry. Bradley smiled as he lifted his beer bottle to his lips.

"Oh that's too bad because I'm early to everything. Especially when a pretty girl gives me a time to meet her." Your felt your face grow warm at his flirtatious behavior. In your ear you heard both your friends giddy laugh at his response. If the roles were reversed and your date was 20 minutes late you would have left by then.

"Mh in order for me to be that pretty girl, I had to work very hard on my outfit. I changed into like a million different outfits." His puppy stare made you so intimated you couldn't meet his gaze, instead you picked on the label on the beer bottle like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "That why I'm late." You admitted timidly.

"Doesn't matter what you wear, you would still be the prettiest girl in the bar." His words were so assertive you almost believed him for a second. His hand engulfed your wrist and immediately you felt your body run hot.

"You probably tell that to all the girls." You tried brushing him off since your cheeks were turning rosy.

"No just the prettiest one." He squeezed you arm so you could at him. His knee brushed up against yours and in that moment you just want to curl into his lap and have his big arms wrapped around your waist.

"All for you." To him it was probably just banter that you took too long to get ready but it was the truth. Bradley gave you a small smile giving your hand another squeeze.

A guy with a buzz cut tried to squeeze between you and Bradley to order his drink. You were gonna move over but Bradley wasn't having it. He pulled on the leg of your bar stool and pulled you closer to him with zero effort. The guy glared at Bradley but he didn't care. That most have been the hottest thing a guy has ever done.

Bradley leaned in closer so you could hear him better. You never felt so submissive for a random guy in your life.

"Tell me when you finish your drink and we can head out and grab something to eat." It's not like he was asking you to propose but to you it felt like it.

You and Bradley kept talking and it was amazing. He was the sweetest guy you ever meet. Maybe he was trying to get into your pants but you honesty didn't care, at the moment he seemed like a gentleman.

Then it all came crashing down when you heard Josephine in your ear. For a couple seconds you had completely forgot you were filming while staring at Bradley mustache that you wanted all over your body.

"Alright that's it love bird. Were taking the wheel." You placed your hand over Bradley forearm afraid this perfect man would disappear. "Okay from here on out, I want you to interrupt him while hes talking, watch time he tries to speak." Your shook your head.

You didn't want to leave your friends hanging since they had done the prank even when they were embarrassed too. However Bradley was too amazing to be spoken over. You had to choose your friends though.

He was talking about his old piano teacher when he was a kid with a fond smile on his face.

"My strict piano teacher tried to hitting my hand with a ruler like I was Beethoven once and I-"

"My grandma liked Beethoven." You interrupted. But Bradley didn't seem to mind having his story interrupted just breaking into a smile.

"Did she?"

"Yeah." You couldn't find it in you to ramble about your own life as his honey burnt eyes stared at you. "I'm sorry keep going with your story." His eyes light up more, since his story hadn't been forgotten by you.

"Oh right uhm- My mom disliked her too, but I already knew she was paying so much for these classes so I dealt with this strict teacher." You found yourself getting lost in his story, before Josephine reminded you to interrupt him again. "But when she hit me hands with the ruler I just-"

"I wonder how the bar has this much navy stickers." You asked stupidly making yourself cringe. You saw a sad smile pull on Bradley's lips for interrupting his story again. You wanted to crawl in a whole and never show your face again. And this was only a slice of what your friends would put you through.

"I think Penny told me that her dad gave them to her since he collected so much of them." Bradley stared up at the stickers that decorated the wall across from you both. He wasn't even an asshole for you interrupting his story. A patient man.

"Start getting jealous about Penny." Josephine demanded making you wince, but you followed through anyway. You took a nervous swing of your beer. Here goes literally nothing.

"Who the hell is Penny? Why are you talking about other girls when I'm on a date with you?!" Your tone was harsh and you wanted to slam your head repeatedly on the table for sounding so insecure.

You watched as a small smile grew on his face, and he didn't peel his eyes off the navy stickers on the wall across the bar. It's like you could see hear siren going off in his mind at your red flag. He finally face you with a forced smile on his face.

"She's the bartender. I haven't done anything with Penny, she's just nice to me...plus she is dating my uncle." Bradley spoke to you slow like you were stupid. He didn't even need to owe you an explanation but he did anyway. "So you don't have to be jealous." There was a small teasing tone to his voice like earlier.

"As if I would I be jealous of that old bat." Your mouth was moving on your own as you scoffed. "I'm literally the prettiest girl in the bar." You were so embarrassed by your arrogant words you wanted to run and take cover, but you stayed sat.

"Right." He kept a forced grin on his face ad he took a swing out of his beer. If there was a gun on the table, you would have probably used it right that second.

"Tell him. I'm sorry about that Bradley, I just really love you." Josephine was laughing at her own cringe words. You hated this, never would you ever sit in front of a hot guy and from the bat say you loved him. But your mouth started to move, as you tired not to kill yourself.

"Bradley, I'm sorry I acted like that." You swallowed nervously when his gaze softened a bit. The words were on the tip of your tongue but you already were ashamed. "...But I love you."

Bradley's eyes widened for a second before he tried to play it cool. He probably thought you need a straight jacket after this.

"Do you love me?" You asked pathetically repeating your friends words. It was torture watching him freeze up.

"I....uhm, I think you're-"

"You don't love me!" You wrinkled your nose up, furrowing your brows like you were about to cry. "I knew it! You only love Penny!" You pretend to sob putting your head down and you see the panic settle in all over his features.

"Hey, hey, hey. Come on don't cry, you know I like you honey." His big hand was soothingly rubbing at your back. He didn't like you, he just wanted you to shut up. Josephine told you what to say next and you repeated her words.

"Then say you love me daddy!" You watched his ears get red and his tan chest turn crimson too. He was trying not to chuckle from the sudden domestic nickname. His mouth opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to find the 8 letter answer on his tongue.

"You do hate me!" You dramatically cried out making his hairs stand on end.

"I love you, I love you, I love you honey. Sh okay? Calm down." He rapidly answered. He tried shutting you up since the guy with the buzz cut from earlier was staring at you. Right now you bet Bradley would have killed for this guy to walk between you both so he could make a run for it.

"Then tell that to the whole bar?" You pretend to hiccup.

"What?" He furrowed his brows looking at you like your grown 3 heads.

"Scream it to the bar, tell everyone you love me daddy." You weren't saying any of this you were just listening to what your stupid friends told you to do.

"Honey I don't think that's-"

"I love you and I'll prove it to you daddy." You should become an actress since he believed you had a few screws loose in your head. It was taking all your will power to not look away and cringe at your behavior

"That's not necessary, pretty girl." His efforts of coaxing you with pet names would have worked on you, but your friends were calling you a pussy in your ear piece and you couldn't stand being called that. So you started to move up on your bar stool and Bradley lip parted and he shook his head out of fear. Placing his hands on your thighs to try to keep you seated.

"No, no, no baby sit down, please sit down- Oh my gosh." Bradley cover his face with his hand since you were now fully standing on the bar stool. It couldn't get much more worse then this. You repeated your friends words.

"Attention! Attention! Can I get everyone's attention." All You heard was your blood plumping extremely fast in your heart, when everyone started facing you and the crowd quieted down. Penny gave Bradley a funny look and he just shook his head not knowing what was going on. You kept acting like a fool as your friends told you what to say.

"Good afternoon everyone! I just got up here and wanted to say how much I love Bradley Bradshaw!" Your voice was the only one heard at the bar beside a few whistles making you really want to off yourself. "I just want everyone to know, I said yes! We're getting married!"

The bar erupted in a fit of cheers. You almost felt proud of yourself from everyone validation. But right now all you only cared about was if Bradley still liked you after this. You got down from the stool and Penny was laughing so hard she had to look away.

"Hey that was real cute, but I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Bradley took a big chug out of his drink like he needed after that, before slamming the bottle down on the bar and standing up. "I'll be right back."

That was code for 'see you never you crazy bitch.' When Bradley left for the supposed bathroom, you made eye contact with Penny and that was enough to have you shooting out of your chair too. You didn't even care to find your friends making an immediate exit out the bar.

You took a big exhale, that you didn't know you were holding before smelling the salt ocean air in. The only place you wanted to go was home right now as you made the jog to your car.

Shortly after you heard your obnoxiously friends loud footsteps and giggles behind you.

"Wait up!" They called as you got to the passenger side of the door before leaning against it as your friends stood before you panting.

"That was amazing. You really made me cringe hard!" Camilla was still filming you as both friends laughed. You let out a small whimper as you moved to Josephine throwing your arms around her. Burying your face in the crook of her neck, trying to shield yourself from what happened.

"Babe I'm sorry." Josephine laughed before before petting your head trying to calm your nerves. You held her tight not sure if you would be able to recover from this one. The hottest guy to drop the earth, and you humiliated yourself in front of him.

"Hate to break it to you love bird, but the camera died and we didn't get the footage." Camilla joked making your head snap up at her.

"Don't even joke about that!" You shouted before burying your face in your friends shoulder. Fuck your stupid channel, screw your stupid friends, you hate this bar.

A few pathetic giggles slipped your lips as you held on to your friend for support. They both laughed with you trying to say comforting words.

"Just take me home!" You whined out followed by a laugh.

Your mind drifted to the hot 37 year old pilot. He would never give you a chance after pretending to be jealous, interrupting him as he talked, calling him daddy, and embarrassing him in front of the whole bar. At least you got a stupid YouTube video out of it.

[devskindawritingblog]

Drunken Love

Drunk!Laura Lee x reader

AN: eeeeee! I love Laura Lee and this is her first fic so I’ll see how it goes. I got another request for her so I’m so excited to start that after my other requests. Thank you so much I had fun writing this one. She might be a little ooc but that’s kinda the point I guess you act different when you’re drunk. Laura lees text is in yellow, Lottie’s is in purple and vans is in orange. Also I didn’t grammar or spell check this because I was tired and it takes so long so if there is a mistake I’m sorry but don’t tell me ☹️.

word count rounded : 1.1k

Laura Lee has always been the literal definition of innocence. She would drag you to church with her to watch her sing. Everytime she slept over she would pray, kneeled next to your bed. You found it a little silly but if it makes her happy you don’t mind at all. 

She is so sweet. Always caring and being nice to others. You don’t even think you have seen her swear before. If you could get a dollar for everytime she said  “Oh my goodness” you would be rich. 

You both go to parties together all the time. Laura Lee, like the actual angel she is, never drinks or does drugs. Except for tonight that is.

You both showed up to Lottie’s house party. Laura Lee is dressed in a pretty floral patterned dress. One of many she owns. Lottie and Laura Lee are pretty close to being best friends. Lottie always invites her even if Laura Lee doesn’t like to drink.

You walk in and Lottie rushes over, happy to see you too.

“Hey. What’s up guys? Can I get you anything.” Lottie says hugging Laura Lee and then you. You get something simple not wanting to over do it tonight. Laura Lee is going to drive you home so you're all set. 

Lottie hands you your drink and you and Laura Lee make your way through the party settling down next to Van and Tai on the couch. 

“Hey guys!” You say sitting down next to them. The 3 of you engage in some small talk. Lottie walks back over and asks Laura Lee to be her beer pong partner but they will give her juice if they get it in her cup. 

She hesitates for a second but decides that she wants to have fun tonight so she agrees and Lottie drags her off. You continue joking around with Van and Tai for about an hour  and you're so caught up in the conversation you don’t even drink your drink. So it goes warm and you decide you don’t want to get drunk tonight, so you toss it.

“Hey is Laura Lee uh drunk?” Van says unsure as she looks over your shoulder. You furrow your brows in confusion. Drunk? That sounds nothing like your girlfriend. You turn to look where Van is pointing and spot your girlfriend giggling and hanging off a concerned but amused looking Lottie. Laura Lee notices you and her eyes light up. She smiles and walks over quicker plopping into your lap. You laugh a little very amused a lot confused on how she got so drunk.

“Hey baby I love you sooooooo much.” She slurs a bit her voice dragging out as she giggles. She leans down wrapping her arms around your neck and peppering a bunch of kisses on your face.

“I love you too baby. Lottie? What did you do to her.” You say looking up at her.

“Ok dont be mad but half way through beer pong we ran out of juice for Laura Lee and she accidently downed a full cup of beer but then didn't spit it out . I guess Laura Lee cant hold her alcohol.” She says shrugging clearly also very drunk as well.

Lottie walks away to go see Jackie and Shauna as you turn your attention back to your overly drunk girlfriend. “Babbyyyyyyyyyy Your face is so beautiful.” She says with such love in her eyes. Her pupils are dilated and shes so giggly.

“Thank you Lee, Your face is beautiful too cutie.” You say laughing at your girlfriends state. She finds that really amusing grabbing your cheeks and squeezing pressing kisses to your nose. Suddenly she narrows her eyes at you.

“I cant do this. Ok. I have a girlfriend and I love them a lot.” She says sounding dead serious . You burst into giggles. “Lee I am your girlfriend.” “Ohhhhhh right!” She smiles widely as she attacks you with kisses again. You laugh giving her a little kiss back.

As the night goes on she gets more and more sleepy. By the end of the party she is in your lap curled up with her face tucked into the crook of your neck. She is murmuring incoherent words to you as you nod along to her.

Its time to go home . You haven't thought about how you were going to get her home yet. You stand up also helping her with some support. She slings her arm over your shoulder abd leans into you. She is less talkative and more giggly. 

You walk her over to your car placing her in the passenger seat and getting in the drivers seat to bring her back to your own house. You help your girlfriend stumble over to your house giggling a bit as she struggles.

You finally get her into your room and sit her down on your bed. She is still very drunk and staring up at you with glazed over eyes. “Hiiiiiiii. Guess what?” She says as you roll your eyes playfully but your not annoyed with her

“What?” You say sitting next to her on your bed.

“I love you.” She says just as happy as the first time and the millionth time this night.

“I love you to Lee.” You say smiling sweetly as you give her a kiss on the nose. “Come on baby lets go to bed and ill take care of you in the morning.” You say cuddling next to her as you wrap both of you in your bed.

Laura Lee cuddles into your arms still mumbling on and on until she eventually falls asleep. You wake up in the morning the sunlight streaming through your blinds. You look down and Laura Lee is still sleeping on your chest. You smile stroking her hair and giving her a little kiss on her forehead.

She slowly wakes up blinking awake and instantly squeezing her eyes shut and groaning turning her face so its tucked away from the light.

“Owwww, why is it so bright.” She whines pulling the blanket over both of your heads as you giggle. “ Your hungover Lee.” You say pulling her close and giving her a little kiss.

“I feel so gross. Why do people even drink this stuff.” She says dramatically as you giggle a little. 

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you my big baby.” You tease pulling her into another kiss. 

[ragdolls-and-such]

WHATS UP GUYS. H2G2 SWAP AU

alright so! roles and explanations and stuff. pretty please do not complain about how uncreative my names are for these guys i did Not want to think about it too hard. i just like my sillies + that is all Anyway lets go !!!

this is ford dent and he's having a really interesting time rn. guy who is just ITCHING to be up in the stars exploring all that madness gets beamed up into the air with his bestie and then realizes "hey i didnt realize Peril would be part of the equation. why's there so much of That" so basically he's in a constant state of conflict between the "this is cool as shit" and the "GET ME OUT BEFORE I DIE"

next up is arthur prefect (yes i know that ruins the car joke. forgive me). arthur left betelgeuse and was headed towards Somewhere for vacation. he ended up making a wrong turn, crash-landing on earth, and having to figure things out from there. unlike canon ford, he has Not researched anything in space, he just knows about it in passing, so he's just as clueless as his ford.

simply "zaphod." that's it. a personality prototype from the sirius cybernetics corporation, built to be as optimistic and friendly as possible, ended up almost completely oblivious to or uncaring of danger, and SO VERY FULL OF HIMSELF. everyone fuckin hates him basically but every time canon marvin's horrible tragedy occurs to him, he thinks to himself "well at least I'M here. at least i have Me." and slowly the feeling starts to fade as he realizes no one actually gives a shit about him as he's like. rotting away, half-sun-melted. fun stuff :)

TRILLIAN BEEBLEBROX WHO I LOVE SO DEARLY. former genius, still Sort Of a genius, maybe? she wanted to become president of the galaxy So badly. she wanted to make the milky way a better place and knew Exactly how she was going to do it. she worked relentlessly to be elected and . lost the election. realizing that the thing that kept her from being elected WAS the exact thing that made her Want to be elected in the first place - her genuine honesty and care for people - she just went "fuck it, i hate it here," and corkscrewed her brain. Ironically, ended up getting elected afterwards, because she became more "fun" as a result of this.

finally, marvin mcmillan. human teenager, about 17 years old, and was dragged along to a party by his friends. ended up meeting trillian there, who he immediately recognized as an alien (thanks to her constant bragging about it...) and he begged her to be taken away from this god awful planet. she basically unofficially adopted him but instead of adoption its more like . what do you call it when its a wine aunt + a weird angsty nephew.

that's all <3 hope you enjoyed

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 11

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  smut (FM, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count:   3557

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 11

Road trips were a make-or-break test for relationships, right up there with unplanned pregnancies and trips to Ikea.  For Melody and Steve, it had felt like a breeze.  Steve had taken the role of driver and despite being a little fast and loose with the speed limit, he’d stopped at various roadside stores to buy preserves, maple candy, and apple cider donuts.  Halfway there they’d stopped at a tavern for lunch, filling up on burgers, fries, and house-made cider before hitting the road again.  The fall foliage was in full form, and the whole trip was colored in reds, oranges, and golds.

By the time they arrived at the large colonial mansion bed and breakfast, Melody was ready to stretch out, relax, and enjoy her weekend with Steve.  They were shown up to their room in the mansion’s tower and Melody stretched out on the fourposter, bed picking at some leftover donuts, while Steve unpacked.

“So what’s the plan for the weekend,” she asked. “I mean - aside from the romantic setting for our -” she made a circle with her thumb and index finger on one hand and poked her finger in and out of it.

He started laughing as he watched her. “Oh good lord,” he joked.  “Did I make a mistake?”

She laughed with him, falling back on the mattress.  “But seriously?  Are we just going to stay inside all weekend?  Or did you want to go do things?  Antiquing maybe?  Or as you might like to call it - buying era-appropriate items.”

Steve looked at her, trying not to laugh.  “Oh that’s it!” he said and ran over, jumping on top of her and tickling her sides.  She squealed and writhed under him as his fingers moved on her sides.

“Steve!” she squealed.  “Stop!”

His hands slowed and he leaned in, capturing her lips.  What started as frantic and silly tickling, quickly turned into a slow and deep makeout session.  Steve’s hands moved up her sides and she ran one of hers into his hair.  Her body practically vibrated in anticipation under him, like an electrical current ran under her skin.

He pulled back slowly and smiled at her.  “I actually wouldn’t mind going antiquing.  I lost everything from back then and it would be nice to have some things in my house that remind me of my mother, even if they aren’t hers.  But I’d also like to find a drafting table. And I like antique radios.”

“Really?” Melody asked, putting her hands on his chest and guiding him off her so she could sit up.

“Yeah,” he said.  “They’re just - I like how they look.  And I guess they probably remind me of being young and sitting on the fire escape with Bucky listening to the baseball.”

“Then let’s do it,” she said.  “I can’t really afford antiques, but you never know, maybe I’ll find a gem while we’re out.”

He pecked her lips and stood back up.  “It’s fun to just look, and honestly I’m just looking forward to having a slow weekend with you.  I don’t take a lot of time for myself.”

“Mmm… me either,” Melody agreed.  “Though no one works as hard as Bobbi does.  I don’t care who it is.”

“Yeah, Bucky said that it’s hard to lock her down,” Steve said as he went back to unpacking.  He stopped and looked at her, grimacing slightly.  “She does like him, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yeah,” Melody said quickly.  She felt guilty on behalf of her cousin.  Not that Bobbi could help that she was busy or that she was nervous about coming out as trans to a guy she was really into, but Melody knew that Bucky had his own demons and that feeling of being not enough would hit him particularly hard.  “She is super into him.”

She paused.  Now would be the perfect time to bring up the topic with Steve and test the water about whether Bucky would be accepting of the fact that the woman he was seeing was trans.  She missed her chance though, because Steve seemed so relieved that Bobbi was definitely into Bucky he was talking again.

“Phew,” he said, doing an elaborate wipe of his brow.  “He’ll be happy to know that.  I really want them to work out, I’d hate for things to be awkward if we stay together and they break up.  We should go on a double date with them when we get back.  Hey, if you know anyone for Sam, maybe we can go on a triple date.”

Melody laughed.  It was unusual to get to see that kind of rambling relief in Steve.  He was obviously as invested in the whole Bucky and Bobbi situation as Melody was.  “Hmm… I might,” she said, going through the list of names of people she knew in New York that might be well-matched to the Sam Wilson.  “Is he into men? Women? Gender is a construct that serves as no indicator of his attraction to a person?”

Steve raised his eyebrow.  “Ahh… you know what?  I don’t know.  I’ve never known him to date anyone.  I’ll ask.”

“I bet when you ask, he’ll just try and duck the question so he doesn’t get set up with a stranger,” Melody teased.

Steve laughed.  “That’s likely true.” He paused for a moment as he put his jacket on a hanger.  “I liked that about gender being a construct.  I’ve never really thought about it too much before, but I think that’s me.”

“Yeah?” Melody said, raising an eyebrow in surprise.  “Have you ever dated a man or someone off the binary?”

He shook his head.  “No.  But to be fair, I can count how many people I have dated on one hand.”

“I’m the same in case you’re wondering.  And I’ve been out with a spectrum.  People are probably more open to questioning their gender these days than back when you grew up,” she said.

“Yeah, I’d say that’s very true.  I like that that’s the world we live in these days.  It definitely didn’t feel safe to question things back then,” he said.

“Do you think you would have - questioned things if you had the space to?” Melody asked.

He came over and sat down beside her, furrowing his brow.  “I - I don’t think so.  If anything I was always pretty intent on proving that I was a man.  I found it hard not being as masculine as others thought I should be - or even I thought I should be.  I felt more at home in my body after I had the serum.  Like it reflected who I saw myself as.”

She took his hand and played with his fingers, tracing along them with her fingertips.  His hands dwarfed hers and she pressed her palm against his, looking at the difference in size as she thought.  “I have a question - and I’m not sure how to phrase it.”

Steve looked at her with his head tilted.  “Then it might be best not to worry about how it sounds and just say it.”

She took a deep breath.  “Bobbi’s taking things slowly with Bucky.  Partially it’s just because of work.  She is super busy with work.  She works seven days a week, and sometimes she’ll finish one job and go right to the next one.  Partially it’s because of Bucky.  She knows he’s been through hell and she wants to make sure he feels safe with her.”

“That’s really good.  I mean I know he wishes she had more free time, but I’m glad he’s seeing someone who’s letting him figure things out.  This is the first time he’s been interested in anyone since - well…” Steve explained.

She nodded in understanding.  “I get it,” she said.  “There is more though.  And I brought this up because she asked me to.  She might not seem it, but she's vulnerable and a little scared.  The thing is, Bobbi’s trans.  She likes Bucky a lot, but she's had guys show interest in her before and when they've found out, they've gotten violent with her.  I offered to run all this by you.  You know Bucky better than anyone, if he finds this out - is she safe?”

Steve stared at her in shock.  “Wow.  I had no idea,” he said.  “I - uh - I’m sure she's safe.  I couldn't imagine Bucky being so insecure about that, he'd attack someone.  Plus, he does really like her, he wouldn't hurt someone he liked.  If you wanted to know if it was a deal-breaker for him - I wish I could firmly say it wasn't, but I don't know.  That's not something we've ever spoken about.”

“Yeah, sadly we live in a world where you can never know even if people do talk about it,” she agreed.

“I can ask him or gently let him know…”

Melody shook her head emphatically.  “Please don't.  She'll want to do it herself even if he does reject her.  She just wanted to make sure she was safe first.”

“I am sure she'd be safe with him.  I'm sure of it,” he said.

“Thanks, Steve,” she said, kissing his cheek.

He took a deep breath and clapped his hands on his thighs.  “Well, after all that, I think I want to get in the shower and wash the road off me,” he said, standing up.

Melody hooked her finger in his back pocket and tugged on it.  “Want some company?”

He looked surprised at the suggestion, and his eyes flicked from the bathroom door down to Melody. “Sure.  That would be nice.”

She followed him into the bathroom and the two stripped down.  It was the first time they’d seen each other naked, and as the water warmed they took a moment to appreciate each other.  Melody’s eyes slid up and down Steve’s body.  She had always known he was bigger than her but there was something about seeing him naked while she was exposed too, that seemed to highlight just how much bigger than her he was.  His skin was flawless, not a single line or pore marked him.  It was like he was carved from marble and if Melody didn’t know from experience, she would have thought he’d be hard to the touch.  He was muscular in a way that most men needed to be dehydrated to achieve and his body hair was fine and blond.

It was his cock that held her attention.  Even in its flaccid state, it was intimidatingly large.  He was uncut, just like he said, and a thick vein stood out, running right down the shaft.  It was a little intimidating and she worried that when he was hard, he wouldn’t even be able to fit inside her.

“Come on,” Steve said, offering her his hand.  She took it and let him lead her into the warm water. 

He grabbed the washcloth, squeezed shower gel onto it, and began to slowly and tenderly wash down her body.  She relaxed under the warm water, letting herself just enjoy the gentle touch of this perfect man.  He crouched in front of her and ran the cloth down the sides of her legs and up between them.  She shivered slightly, and wetness formed between her legs that had nothing to do with the water that was cascading down over her body.

When he finished, he stood, and she took the cloth from him, washing him as he had just washed her. 

She carefully trailed the washcloth over his body, and as she did, his cock began to harden.  It twitched and jumped as her hands moved closer to it and she looked up at Steve, meeting his gaze.  His normally pale blue eyes were blown out black with lust, and as her fingertips ever so gently teased down his shaft, he gave a small nod.

Taking it as permission, she dropped to her knees and braced her hands on his hips.  He still wasn’t fully hard yet, but up close she was even more intimidated by the size of him.  She flattened her tongue and slowly ran it up the length of his shaft.  He groaned and braced his hands on the shower wall, letting her take complete control.  Her lips stretched wide as she began to suckle on the head, and licked over it, collecting up a drop of precome that had formed on the head.  

“God, look at you,” Steve groaned.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and she pushed her head down, his cock filling her mouth as she forced him down.  She wanted to take as much of him as possible but it felt like she’d barely even made it down his shaft before the head of his cock seemed to be pressing up against the back of her throat and making her gag.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Steve praised, his eyes still trained on hers.

She didn’t want to go easy. She wanted to test all her limits with him, she kept pushing him down further with each bob of her head.  Drool pooled in her mouth and dripped down her chin as she choked on his cock.  The deeper she took him the louder he moaned, until the sound of it and the wet choked noise of her deep-throating him.  She used her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, his shaft was so thick her fingers couldn’t even touch when she wrapped her hand around it.

“God, Mel.  ‘M close,” he moaned.

Melody pushed him down deep, cutting off her oxygen, and looked up at him with soft eyes.  He groaned louder and his thigh muscles tightened and with a shudder he came, pulsing in her mouth.  She swallowed everything she gave him, the tart salting fluid filling her mouth.

She slowly pulled off and Steve took a moment to gather himself, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.  When he seemed to recover a little, he helped her to her feet and crouched in front of her.  He nosed at her cunt as she tangled his finger in his hair.  Without warning, he lifted her, putting both her legs on his shoulders, as he stood with his face buried in her folds.  She gasped and leaned back on the shower wall, bracing herself with her hands and gripping the top of the shower to steady herself. Steve lapped and sucked at her pussy, seeming to pay close attention to every shiver and sounds she made.  Each time she moaned he focused on the point that set her off, until he was focused directly on her clit, suckling at it and running his tongue over the top.  She had never felt anything like it.  He seemed to be so intune with her body, that every flick of his tongue sends a current right through her.  That paired with the adrenaline surging through her from being held aloft, was making her feel weak, lightheaded, and like every one of her nerves was lit up.

Heat coiled in her stomach like a snake, and then burst through her, taking hold of her whole body, she cried out and dug her heels into Steve’s shoulders as her orgasm crashed through her.  Steve continued to lick her through it like he was trying to drink her up.  As her body settled, he helped her down again and helped her rinse off. 

He shut off the water and as soon as they each had a towel wrapped around them, Steve lifted her bridal style.

“Steve!” she yelped as he carried her back into the bedroom.

He chuckled and set her on the bed.  “Did you want to stop?”

She shook her head.  “Not on your life.”

His eyes twinkled and he leaned down, his face held just in front of hers. “I thought you would say that,” he said and brought his lips to hers.  She kissed back passionately, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and trying to pull him down on top of her.

“Just give me a second,” he whispered against her lips.

She let him go and he went and grabbed a condom and lube.  He rolled the rubbed down over his cock, and approached her again, liberally coating his shaft with the thick gel.  Melody watched him closely.  Her eyes were locked on his cock again, and she started to worry about being able to take him again, or him hurting her without meaning to.

He climbed up between her legs and kissed her stomach.  “Just relax,” he soothed as he pushed two fingers inside of her.  He curled them, stroking them over her internal walls, and teasing them over her g-spot.  With the added lubrication on top of how wet she already was, his fingers made a graphic squelch as he moved them inside her and focused on that sweet spot inside her.  Melody had only really just come down from her orgasm, and another was quickly building again, making her legs tremble and her thigh muscles pull tight.

“Oh, god, Steve, please,” she begged.

“Hold it,” he growled.

She looked up at him, startled by the deep growl in the order.  He was watching her closely and he eased a third finger inside her.  He moved them in and out curled them as he corkscrewed his wrist, dragging his knuckles over her g-spot.  She cried out and bucked up under him, her back arching off the bed.

“How does that feel?” he asked, as he spread his fingers, adding a burn to the full feeling of his fingers inside her.

“Fuck, so good, Steve, please,” she begged.

“I’m no bigger than that,” he said, removing his fingers.  “You can relax.  I’m not going to hurt you.”

She was so worked up, that she didn’t even care if it did hurt anymore.  She just wanted to feel him inside her.  She sat up, wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and pulled him down on top of her, kissing his neck as she did.  “Please, Steve.  I need it.”

He took one of her hands and wrapped her fingers around his cock as he lined the head up to her entrance.  “You’re in control,” he said, as he looked into her eyes.  “Guide me in.”

She moaned softly, and her cunt clenched around nothing.  “Okay,” she breathed.

He slowly pushed in, letting her guide him, setting both the pace and depth.  Her eyes fell closed and her head fell back.  There was the burn at her entrance as he stretched her open, but it didn’t feel bad exactly, and he was going so slowly it allowed her to adjust to him.

He reached a spot inside her where there was a sharp sting and she stopped him and pushed him back slightly, easing it off again.  “There?” he asked

She nodded.  “Yes.  No more than that.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

She knew he did.  She trusted him completely.  She knew she was safe with him. Not just here in bed, but everywhere.  He was everything she had ever wanted in a partner.  Her hands went to his jaw and she pulled him down into a kiss as he began to thrust.

He kept alternating the speed of his thrusts, going from a gentle pleasant rhythm where Melody could feel the way his cock moved along the ridges of his cunt, to just pounding into her, so all that she could do was hold on and hope she didn’t break apart.  It was like nothing she had ever experienced before and just when she thought that there was nothing she would ever experience that could ever make her feel this good again, he started to rub her clit.

It sent her tumbling over the edge.  Her orgasm tore through her like wildfire, setting her alight.  She cried out and clung to Steve as her hips bucked up hard under him.  “Oh fuck, Steve,” he mewled as he continued to thrust into her.  “Please.  I want to feel you.”

He pressed his face into her neck as his hips began to stutter.  She tangled her fingers into his hair, holding him there as she felt the pulse of his cock as he neared his release.  With a deep moan, his hips jerked, and he came inside her.

She hummed and held him as his hips slowed.  She felt slightly high and overstimulated.  When Steve finally slipped from her, it was a relief, and yet she felt achingly empty and wanted him inside her again.  He rolled onto his back, and she curled in against him, putting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him.  “Holy hell, Steve,” she sighed.  “That was worth the wait.”

He chuckled. “Thank you,” he said. “I think so too.”

“I know we haven’t eaten yet, but I feel like I need a nap and a cigarette after that, and I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life.”

He laughed harder and kissed her.  “Let’s just relax for a bit.  There’s time before we have to decide if we go out to eat.”

She hummed and closed her eyes as Steve took off the used condom and tossed it in the trash.  The weekend away was off to the best of starts and she knew she was going to enjoy the rest of it.

// NEXT

[jazzy-art-time]

where would Dysnomia fit in jarble

CHANTING VIOLENTLY !!!

JARBLE GARGLE TIME!!! (That’s what a friend told me to call it when I talk about JarbleAU things. It sounds gross and I hate them for it (love you BabyGirl) )

BUT!!!

Dysnomia IS in JarbleAU, he is one of Goddess’ main guys in the Hend Family!!

He just… doesn’t have a design yet because I just haven’t done it lmaO. He’s a leafeon in JarbleAU though!! Since the reason that Dysnomia is a Sylveon in canon, are not present in Jarble.

They aren’t related by blood but Dysnomia is one of the few who actually got his last name changed to Hend like Goddess. He also acts as a donor for Goddess kids when she has issues getting it done for when she wanted children.

(there is no romantic or sexual things between them in JarbleAU, he was just a donor because she was having issues)

Although he does not see himself as the kids father (neither does Goddess) he still cares about them and gets Fun Uncle Rights™️

He’s a bit lazy in the sense of… he doesn’t really want to do a lot of the technical or “”political”” aspects of what the Hend Family does. Despite basically being Goddess’ successor (if anything were to happen to her). He likes working on the main and rather large family ranch and tending to that general large segment of land.

He’s a cowboy…,,, big ol gruff cowboy man. Arthur Morgan but leafeon /joking /silly

He’s lazy in that aspect of his job, he half asses a lot of it or has others do it for him. He Primarily has Ryan (from ask-Scrafty, he’s in jarble as well!) or Solo do a lot of that stuff on his behalf. He just doesn’t find much interest in that aspect of things. Goddess still forces him to do stuff, to the point that he at least understands/knows what he’s doing.

On the ranch however! He is a extremely hard worker. Like he goes hard and puts his all into working there or doing other aspects like that!

He hates going into the inner city or attending more diplomatic events. It means he has to clean up and get his hair combed properly and has to wear something other than his dirty ass jeans and shirt that’s torn to shreds. DONT GET ME WRONG he does like. Shower n stuff!! Trust me the man DOES touch soap, he just doesn’t like having to make a spectacle of himself or “pretty himself up” just to impress others.

He also just HATES being around the Mayor and the Farefell family. He finds the Mayor annoying as shit and then just the family issues between the Farefell family, but that’s a given. It’s Hend VS Farefell that’s the whole thang!! He finds Wem particularly disgusting and abhorrent (he’s correct) and doesn’t want to be around him or anyone Wem associates with by default.

HOWEVER… in Jarble. Dysnomia and Eden end up in a bit of a situationship. They hate each other at first but then Eden in this AU is well.. how he is. They end up messing around with one another without anyone knowing (minus those closest to them/those who figure it out over time). They don’t really see each other in any sort of romantic sense, Dysnomia tries to once or twice to appear more civil but it always just ends the same way.

There’s more to that aspect/how it ends up but I’ll avoid rambling about that for now lmaO

BUT YEAH!!! There is more to him, he’s one of the major “POV��� characters for Jarble. I just haven’t had a chance to design him properly yet! I’ve tried a few times but generally ended up disliking how it turned out, so it hasn’t been done yet.

I don’t talk about him much BECAUSE he doesn’t have a set design yet. It’s easier for me to talk about OCs once they have a design, that way I can make silly comics or at least slap their face onto something

There are several characters I need to design for it but just.. havent yet lmao

But YEAH big ranch cowboy leafeon man!! He’s less dramatic and moody than he is in canon.. Jarble Dysnomia has no reason to walk around brooding or put on a fake intimidating face or be full of various hate fueled anxieties. He’s a man on a ranch and he likes rodeos and being outside, what more could a leafeon dream of /silly

[imglowinginthedarkness]

currently 2am and i can't tell if i'm having one of those delirious late night old hyperfixation comebacks that go away when i finally succumb to sleep or if it really is coming back full force and knocking me over like a 13ft high ocean wave. said hyperfixation is undertale.

anyways, my dear favorite sans enjoyer (you) immediately came to mind. name everything you love about this skeleton man GO

BEE. OUUGHGHGH BEE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE JUST UNLEASHED. EVERYPNE SHUT UP I GOTTA TALK ABOUT MY BOY

god bro i literally cannot express how much i love sans the skeleton. like really and genuinely in every which way he is my Favorite Fucking Guy. ages ago my friends and i had a simp-based slideshow night where we made presentations about our biggest fictional crushes/hyperfixations and i made mine into a tier list bc i love putting things into arbitrary categories and the last tier was "category F: the final frontier (I’m pretty sure I’m going to be on my actual fucking deathbed before I get over these fuckers)” and guess who was #1 on the list babyyyy

but besides all the silly sentimental reasons why i like him so much, i just. genuinely he's such a good fuckin character. UT is a game with a fucking MEGALOAD of excellent characters designed in a lab to steal ur heart and sans is no exception. his introduction is so god damn good in terms of characterization. when you (frisk) first enter the underground proper, the only other character (besides flowey/napstablook technically) you've gotten to know at that point is toriel, and you just finished battling her specifically because she was trying to stop you from going through the door. you don't know anything about this new area except what toriel has told you/implied, that it's dangerous and full of monsters who are not your friends, who will try to kill you without a second thought. as you the player step into the snow, the background music is silent, there isn't any sort of comfort from the knowledge that you are now stuck in this new place without toriel's protection/guidance (not to mention your encounter with flowey and the fact that you can't get back into the ruins). the only thing you (frisk) can do is go forward, so you do. you start walking. it's quiet. it's cold. you're alone. and then you start to hear footsteps. you pass a stick on the ground, and the second it's out of view of you (the player), you hear someone (something?) step on it and break it. if you go back to look, no one's there. you're about to reach a small bridge when there's more footsteps, and suddenly you can't move, which is an absolutely terrible thing to happen when you're playing a video game. the footsteps get closer. a voice speaks, slow and purposeful. "human. don't you know how to greet a new pal? turn around, and shake my hand." you don't really have a choice. you turn, you take the figure's hand– and then there's a fucking FART NOISE and instantly the tension is completely fucking broken. it's like a dark cloud is lifted off of you. the music comes back in (sans' theme, bouncy and silly and perfect for him) and you see sans fully for the first time and he's this round dorky little funnyman with the biggest grin of all time and he switches up instantly, becoming a comedic relief character after essentially faking you out as your first “boss battle”. doing this is so freaking smart because it is a perfect showcase of sans as a character, not just hinting at his real level of power while also showing that he is at his core just a funnyman, but also exemplifying his primary strategy when it comes to avoiding conflict. he purposefully scares you, and then lifts the tension by revealing he's not here to hurt you, and that sense of relief makes you instantly trust him a little more. he starts his true introduction off with a joke, not just lowering your guard and making you underestimate him a little but also making you like him more and feel more at ease. not to mention it's the exact opposite of flowey's intro which is just such a cool additional thing. it's so good. it's sooo good.

and that's not even touching his relationship w papyrus, his connection to toriel and alphys, the fact that if you reset after defeating him in the genocide run, he could literally kill you the moment he meets you again (and he'd have every understandable reason to do so) but he chooses not to because at his core he WANTS to give you a chance, he wants to believe that even the worst person can change. not only that but in the genocide run he watches you kill his brother, the most important person in his life, and he STILL doesn't take action because he's holding out hope that you'll make the decision to stop on your own. it's only when you reach the judgment hall and you've killed almost every single other character that he finally decides to fight you himself because he's essentially accepted that you're not going to stop unless he stops you, and even then he knows he can't stop you! he only has 1 god damn hit point!! so he hits you with his biggest move right at the start, hoping that'll kick the wind out of you and make you stop trying to get past him, and then when that doesn't work, he dodges and dodges and dodges until he is literally falling asleep on his feet from pure exhaustion, until he's been fighting so long he physically cannot keep going. like it's framed as him going to sleep but let's be real, it's him passing out from fucking dodging and throwing everything but the kitchen sink at you for fucking ages, and his final resort is stalling you, but eventually his exhaustion catches up to him and you get the opportunity to attack him again. but even then he dodges your first attack, probably out of adrenaline, only to run right into your second because he's so fucking tired, he can't keep doing this, he's so tired.

like dude, i know, i kNOW he is funny haha skeleton but he is also genuinely such a good fucking character. he is silly and goofy but also so, so heartbreaking, lazy and yet so so smart, a silly little guy who loves his brother and who didn't ask to be so aware of the resets but he is and because he is he takes it upon himself to become the judge, to watch over you and if necessary make sure you don't take a step outside that hall. he's my fucking favorite dude. i could go on but this is already way way way too long. tl:dr i love him <3

[nobodylikety]

I accidentally deleted the request, but here's this little fic! I hope it's something fluffy enough for the Christmas season, I've had a bit of writer's block (now I can basically only write archaeological research projects, thanks Uni)

chaeyoung x reader!

tags: christmas holidays, college au!, fluff.

summary: The Christmas season has always been your favorite. During childhood it was about helping decorate the tree, gifts, animated movies—especially Mickey's Twice Upon a Christmas (2004)—and going looking for Santa Claus. Now it's because Chaeyoung is here, even if you're too shy about it to say it directly.

I. Dinner.

Chaeyoung's college house is basically empty, except for Mina—one of her roommates—who is almost certainly locked in her room doing god-knows-what, so it's just you and her in front of the house chimney.

“Mina would rather die than cook anything other than instant noodles, so we're in charge of dinner, buddy,” Chaeyoung announces, patting you on the shoulder as she stands up. You roll your eyes with a snort of mock annoyance, and go after your girlfriend. Let's do it!

And it actually turns out pretty well, considering that college students don't eat real food very often and therefore don't cook anything more complex than microwave reheating. So with the help of a YouTube video, as well as the desire for this to turn out well and the kitchen not to fly into pieces in the process, you and Chaeyoung cook a very appetizing-looking braised salmon, caramelized onions, boiled potatoes, broccoli. steam and samphire, with a creamy white sauce.

Although it is not turkey, the traditional Christmas food that was present during every Christmas dinner in your childhood, braised salmon is still delicious. Not only because it is salmon, a fish that is quite popular among those most knowledgeable about gastronomy, but because you and Chaeyoung prepared it. And they say that the most important ingredient is love, right? and even if you guys are very shy to say those three words (I love you), there is a lot of this one. Even without saying it verbally. Because it is evident in each of your gestures. Even in this Christmas salmon.

“We deserve applause for not burning the kitchen down.” Chaeyoung pours two glasses of white wine and hands you your glass, while she holds hers in her other hand. With proud little smiles, you two make a toast and under the clink of the crystalline clinking of glasses, Chaeyoung's gaze locks with yours.

“I really thought we were going to burn down the kitchen. We’re, like, criminally bad at cooking,” You say as you laugh, taking a sip of your wine. Chaeyoung comically wrinkles her nose as he smiles.

“Tutorials on YouTube do wonders. Oh, and me too” The cocky little smile on Chaeyoung’s lips makes both you and her crack up. During the Christmases of your childhood, there were also moments of laughter like this, many times between your parents or uncles, or an older cousin, silly and light jokes have always been part of your Christmas dynamic.

And this Christmas dinner has never been better. The atmosphere is full of teasing and laughter that goes from you to Chaeyoung and vice versa—because it seems like you share the love language of teasing each other—and with every smile or sweet glance you drop, you both know very well what's here. Love.

II. Opening gifts

On Christmas night you have always liked to wear a Santa hat, specifically for the time of gift giving. When you were little, it was too big and probably slid halfway down your face and you couldn't see anything, so you had to be fixing it or asking mom to help you.

But now it looks perfect on you! Time works great miracles.

And now you're waiting for one, because you're going to give Chaeyoung her gift. Even though you've been dating for a couple of months, your stomach still flutters full of butterflies at certain times, like now. It is your first Christmas together and the idea makes you excited, but also nervous, knowing her eaction when she see the gift.

"So you like it?" You ask, fiddling restlessly with the pom-pom at the end of Santa's hat.

Even though you don't know how to knit, you tried to crochet a tiger plush for Chaeyoung, because it's her favorite animal. You were watching the same tutorial on YouTube over and over again and knitting for weeks, even between exam season, because you wanted to finish the stuffed animal just for Christmas. Even if it ended up being a disaster, you put all your love and effort into trying.

“I love it” The hug Chaeyoung pulls you into is as warm as the fireplace, and as sweet as hot chocolate with marshmallows. You sink into that hug, into the feeling of security and home that only she makes you feel. “Now you have to see my gift, come on.”

She pulls away from the hug and excitedly extends you something square-shaped, wrapped in gift paper. When you carefully tear off the paper, you discover what it is. It's a painting. Chaeyoung made it for you. They are doodles of everything that represents you, she even included all your favorite colors to paint it.

Giving you a painting is as if she gave you a part of her soul, an extension of herself, something that she will always let you know that she thought (thinks) of you.

So smiling like a fool, you take the Santa hat off your head and put it on Chaeyoung, pulling it down over her ears. Chaeyoung frowns (the hat is too big for her, like it did when you were little), but you simply kiss her on the nose and laughter flows sweetly from her lips.

"I love it. It’s the best Christmas gift in the world” You smile, leaning in to give her a kiss.

III. Love on snow

Post-gift opening you're dozing on the couch, because the warmth of the fireplace is so cozy, while you're snuggled up with Chaeyoung.

Sometimes you don't need to say anything, just be together in silence.

“It's snowing,” Chaeyoung suddlenly says, and rushes to the window. With a yawn you get up from the couch, kinda awake, and walk towards her as she cleans the window glass, which is fogged up because it's too cold.

This way, both can see how the snow falls outside, accumulating between large piles that embellish the Christmas atmosphere. You hug her from behind, snuggling in like you're cold, but you just want to be close to her. I love you, I love you, I love you, you say in that hug without having to resort to words. She presses herself against you, returning the gesture.

“The city is so beautiful when it snows” You comment, looking out the window. There are thousands of Christmas lights of different colors displayed all over the houses, at least the ones you can see, which is why it is such a beautiful visual panorama. You smile, holding Chaeyoung close to you.

“And my Christmas is so beautiful with you here” And her voice is so sweet, so peaceful.

[sevenseasofpanicattacks]

Winter hike problems and a half-blood witch

Penny Haywood x Gen!Reader

Warning: Post-graduation idk

Fluff, reconciliation, MC being a bit neglectful accidentally, hurt and comfort, Penny is love sick and insecure (not a good combination).

It's my first doing a one shot (that's published that is), much less a first POV, but when I saw Penny on the bed and hiding her boiled filled face during that Quidditch feast event, I just had to write her getting lost in a snowy mountain with MC. Not relevant but it's been on my mind since yesterday and I just had to write at least something. Anyways, enjoy!

I was supposed to say 'it wasn't supposed to end like this' but it did, and I half expected it.

Doesn't mean I wanted it to happen.

I huff as I sat on the wooden floor, it creaks from the force and I wince from the impact. I hastily remove my wet jacket on, and my snow covered gloves and laid it beside me. Behind me I hear Penny closing the door and walking up to me. "We'll be stuck here for a while, so I suggest that we make ourselves comfortable..." I grumble, placing my wand on the floor with a sigh.

The woman sat beside me with a huff, she's close, just an inch away and our shoulders are touching. She does not speak, perhaps guilt ridden that we are stuck here in a cabin on a mountain far away from our camp.

I glance at her when the silence stretched too long, and try to observe her condition. Her hair is full of snow and frankly, quite a mess, her face half buried in the scarf which I placed moments before our separation from the group but I can see the bridge of her nose is red, likely from the terrible hazard outside. She's wearing a bright yellow winter coat and jeans, both wet from the weather and because we fell from a cliff. Her blue sapphire eyes, which she keeps from looking at me, focus intently on her hands, fiddling with her thumbs.

I sigh as I lean back, putting my hands on the wood as I look around the cabin we found ourselves in. "Muggles are so nice, they built such a place for lost travellers on the mountain?" I comment idly, sneaking a glance at her from the corner of my eye. She does not speak, but she stops fiddling with her thumbs. "It kinda reminds me of a certain person, who would spend hours on making difficult potions for silly ol' me, who's always the first person to visit me in the hospital wing for doing Merlin knows what, and the first person to see me instead of the young sibling of the mad Jacob, who went insane searching for cursed vaults." I smile to myself, feigning a thinking pose as I let out a hum.

"I wonder, will I ever get to meet that person again, the one who's so excited over the simplest thing known in earth?" I ponder out loud, turning to her fully with a gasp.

This time she meets my gaze with amusement, and hidden guilt, but I smile at her. "Hi sexy, you single?" I wiggle my eyebrows, mimicking the guy who tried to hit on her at the start of our hike.

She giggles softly at last, shaking her head and crossing her arms. "You're terrible." She huffs out, and I shrug, reaching out to remove the snow on her head.

"Maybe next time I'll make us wear those matching couple shirts, in case my arm around your shoulders aren't enough of a hint." I joke about, earning a laugh from the blond witch beside me.

"... I'm actually wearing the other pair right now." She shyly admit, and I have to swallow my laugh but a smile breaks through my face as I settle my hand on her head.

"Damn Haywood, you're making me feel bad I didn't wear mine now." I grin, my hand sliding down to her shoulder as I sat upright.

"Well, why didn't you?" She pulls the scarf down to reveal her smile, her lips plum and shivering. I couldn't help but lick mine and stare, now noticing how mine was dry compared to hers.

"When the others said to prepare for a hike, a shirt isn't really a good outfit to wear." I mumble, my eyes flickering up to stare at her eyes, and I really regret now not wearing the shirt. Why didn't I? Who cares about cold anyways?

She shakes her head and laughs, tearing her gaze away from me to stare at the fog covered window, her shivering not ceasing. I take her hand, entwining our fingers together because honestly? I feel scared too, we were alone on a mountain, it's snowing crazily outside and we don't have contact with the others. I fear that something might have happened to them, that they're still out there, looking for us in this weather.

"... I'm sorry." Her guilty tone snaps me out of my thoughts, and I stare at her, mirroring her frown.

"You were not at fault, the snow giving out is not on purpose, you wouldn't have known you'd fall, nor would you have known it would snow this bad." I tightened my grip on her hand, but not enough to hurt her. No way I would let her blame herself in this situation, but she just shakes her head and tried to pull her hand away from my grasp.

"It's— it's not that, it's just—" I keep my grip, not letting her go. It almost takes us a few minutes, but she resign ultimately.

"I... I'm sorry because I... I- I feel almost happy this happened." She admits, she dares not to turn to me, but from her voice alone I can hear her ashamed. "After graduation, after R, I feel like we haven't found time to be properly together, between finding jobs and hanging out with friends — it's almost impossible for us to be together..." She sigh, her shoulders dropping further with each words that comes from her mouth.

"I missed you, so much, that this unfortunate incident felt like a miracle to me, and I was happy at the thought of being with you while you were busy saving our lives." She croaks softly, sniffing softly after.

I feel so dumb, and so much guilt at the thought of my neglecting my beloved girlfriend so much that this is the only time we finally got together after a year at most. "Pen, I'm sorry, I really am... I didn't realise that's what you felt all this time..." I frown, pulling her gloved hand to my face and clasping it with the other. "I'm so sorry, Pen, I didn't mean to be so unavailable to you, I really didn't."

She turns to me then, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears, and shakes her head lightly. "I know you didn't mean to... I know you had so much on your plate. I just... I guess I didn't know how to tell you without sounding selfish. I didn’t want to be another thing you had to worry about."

I let out a shaky sigh, guilt settling in my chest like a stone. "You were never a burden, Penny. Never. You’re the one thing that keeps me grounded, even when everything else feels like it’s falling apart. I should have made more time for you. For us." My voice cracks at the end, but I don't care. She deserves to know how much she means to me.

She sniffles softly, finally leaning into my touch. Her forehead rests against mine, and for a moment, the cabin feels warmer, cozier. "I just missed you," she whispers, her breath ghosting over my lips. "Missed us."

"I missed us too," I admit, my voice low. I tighten my hold on her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "We’ll make this right, Penny. I promise. No more letting life get in the way of us. You’re my priority now."

Her lips tremble into a small smile, and she nods. "You mean it?"

"Always," I reply without hesitation, leaning in to press a kiss to her cold forehead. "We’ll get through this storm together, just like we always do. And once we're out of here, I’m taking you on a real date. No interruptions. Just us."

She laughs softly, the sound breaking the tension and warming the air around us. "You better. And I want matching couple shirts for the date."

"Deal." I grin, pulling her closer until she’s tucked against my side, her head resting on my shoulder.

Penny shifts against me, her weight warm and comforting despite the damp chill clinging to her clothes. I glance at her face, noticing how her cheeks are still flushed from the cold, but there’s a faint smile playing on her lips now. It’s enough to make my chest ache. I lean my head back against the wooden wall, letting out a soft sigh.

"We need to warm up before one of us gets sick," I mutter, tilting my head toward the darkened fireplace in the corner. "Think you’re up for a little spellwork?"

She sits up slightly, following my gaze. Her eyes narrow as if she’s assessing the situation. "I can manage," she says, her voice firm despite the lingering shiver in her tone.

I stand, my knees protesting after sitting on the hard wooden floor for so long. The air in the cabin is bitterly cold, it pricks my skin and raises goosebumps. Penny rises as well, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth as she watches me approach the fireplace.

The hearth is empty save for a pile of logs stacked neatly to the side. Whoever left this cabin must have anticipated emergencies like ours. I gather a few pieces of wood and stack them carefully, glancing back at Penny, who has pulled out her wand.

"I’ll start it," she offers, stepping closer. Her hand trembles slightly, but she steadies it with a deep breath. "Incendio."

A small, controlled flame sparks to life, licking at the edges of the logs before growing into a modest fire. The warmth spreads almost instantly, the golden light casting dancing shadows on the cabin walls.

"Not bad," I say, grinning at her. "You’ve still got it."

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a hint of pride in her smile. "Of course I do. Someone has to keep us from freezing to death."

"Good thing I have you, then," I reply, kneeling beside the fire to stoke it gently with a nearby poker. The crackling flames grow stronger, and I can already feel the chill in my bones beginning to fade.

Penny lowers herself onto the floor beside me, stretching her hands toward the fire. Her wet clothes steam faintly as they begin to dry. "We should hang our jackets and gloves by the hearth," she suggests, glancing at the pegs on the wall.

I nod, rising to retrieve our belongings. As I hang them up, I glance back at her, bathed in the warm glow of the fire. Her golden hair, now free of snow, gleams in the flickering light. She looks up and catches me staring, a soft blush coloring her cheeks.

"What?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," I say, shaking my head with a smirk. "Just glad you’re here."

Penny scoffs softly, but the corners of her lips twitch upward into a smile. She shifts closer to the fire, letting the warmth seep into her. Her shivering lessens as we both sit in a comfortable silence, the crackling fire filling the cabin with a soothing rhythm.

I lean back, stretching my legs out in front of me, and glance around the room. It’s small but sturdy, with a few basic supplies tucked into corners—a small shelf of canned food, a kettle, and what looks like an old blanket draped over a chair.

"We got lucky finding this place," I muse, turning my gaze back to Penny.

She nods, her hands rubbing together in front of the flames. "Yeah. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if we didn’t." Her voice is softer now, contemplative, and it makes me glance at her a bit longer than I probably should.

"You know," I say after a moment, breaking the quiet, "if you think about it, this isn’t the worst place to be stuck. I mean, sure, we fell off a cliff, got separated from the group, and nearly froze to death, but at least we have a fire. And canned beans." I point toward the shelf with a mock-serious expression.

Penny laughs, the sound light and musical in the otherwise still cabin. "You’re ridiculous," she says, shaking her head. "But I suppose you’re right. Things could be worse."

I grin, basking in the rare sound of her laughter. "See? That’s the spirit. We’ll make it through this, and when we do, we’ll have one hell of a story to tell."

She tilts her head, her blue eyes meeting mine. "And what’s the moral of this story? ‘Don’t hike in the mountains during a snowstorm’?"

"That," I say, pointing a finger at her, "and always bring a Penny Haywood along, just in case you need someone to save your sorry arse."

She snorts, rolling her eyes. "You saved me, remember?"

"Team effort," I say, winking.

She shakes her head again but doesn’t argue. Instead, she leans back against the wall, her shoulder brushing mine. The contact is small but grounding, a reminder that we’re not alone in this.

The fire burns steadily, casting its warmth and light over us as the storm continues to howl outside. For now, we’re safe. Together. And that’s enough.

[lifeforms]

repost and rate your muse's traits out of 10 in each category !

★  ⸻   COMPASSION: 10/10. to her own detriment. she absolutely cannot turn it off. believe me, she has tried.

★  ⸻   BITTERNESS: 3/10. it's deep, but it's there. overall, she's more of a 'glass half full' kind of guy --- or, at least, trying to be one is so deeply ingrained in lana that it's hard to operate another way. she definitely has her 'why me?' moments, but they aren't likely to be vocalized.

★  ⸻   HAPPINESS: 4/10. often somehow much lower. sometimes as much as a 6, i would say. maybe a 7, but those high points are difficult to trust.

★  ⸻   POLITENESS: 8/10. typically very composed, very tactful, but there always has to be room to #rebel with all due respect (which may well be none). it's no small feat to make her "break" "character". scare quotes because it's not, like, an act, but it's also not like anybody's BORN that midwestern.

★  ⸻   MORALITY: 6/10. she'd probably score higher if you gave her some sort of test (easydam/us usually calls her chaotic good), but it's kind of... incidental, i think? like, yeah, she wants to make things less bad for everybody. yeah, she is especially invested in improving the lives of kids / trying to ensure they have it better than she did. these are good things and constant things! there's no secret ulterior motive to them! but morality is not something she thinks about, really. she will always do what she thinks is right, but she won't be bothered the same way a lot of us are if she's being hypocritical or whatever. we are all just lucky she's a 'good'-natured little guy.

★  ⸻   CHIVALRY: she's a damsel! she's in distress! she can handle this! i'll give her a 5/10 given that she has comic content As A Superhero --- and she does run a major non-profit, so. there's that. oh! and HORSES!

★  ⸻   PRIDE: 6/10. there enough to be a bitch, sometimes, when people are in her face and in her business. gone enough to not be a source of constant sorrow.

★  ⸻   HONESTY: 9/10. she hates deception. she HATES secrets. but, like, sometimes both of those things are actually necessary.

★  ⸻   BRAVERY: 10/10. it might look a little silly from the outside, and it's hard to articulate, but you just have to trust me. there is a reason she is so important.

★  ⸻   RECKLESSNESS: 4/10. mostly when it's a matter of [what ultimately amounts to] self-harm. she is not careful with herself like she is with other people.

★  ⸻   AMBITION: 9/10. lana always has something going. she's very --- well, she's an enneagram 3. her ventures are not The Absolute Most Important Thing to her, but they're always there. there's always something more that she is planning to do. her backup plans have backup plans.

★  ⸻   LOYALTY: 7/10. she's loyal, but not blindly. she has her own ideas and she is not unreasonable, but she's difficult to sway in a lot of areas. furthermore, she might be 'loyal' to you in that she doesn't know how to stop loving anybody, ever, but that doesn't mean she'll defend your actions if she doesn't think you deserve it.

★  ⸻   LOVE: 10/10. upsettingly.

★  ⸻   SENSE OF FAMILY: she doesn't have.. that. she has something like it with clark and lex, in very different ways. please do not think about that statement too much because i promise you will get it wrong.

★  ⸻   ATTRACTIVENESS: it's a running joke on sv that everybody is in love with her and i cannot argue with that. like, as a story device it is obnoxious and stupid, but i believe it. i have seen her.

★  ⸻   AGILITY: 7/10. she's in good shape and she's active, but she's hardly in Peak Physical Condition anymore.

★  ⸻   SEX DRIVE: 8/10. what is there to say, really.

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

F/Obruary Day 7 - Fairy Tale

pairing: Gogh + Kendall Roy

summary: Gogh and Kendall go dress shopping to prepare for their first big event as an official couple.

word count: 1.3k

divider by @/saradika :3

Gogh had never lived quite so lavishly as she did with Kendall. Granted, they had only really officially been together now for about a month, and the journey to boyfriend-girlfriend territory was a little treacherous, but Gogh was having a ball with him, getting to take part in his more luxurious lifestyle. She knew it was silly, but she just felt a little more valuable when she was covered in overpriced garments and jewelry.

Today, they were out shopping. Dress shopping, to be specific, for Logan’s fiftieth business anniversary. For reasons Gogh could barely wrap her mind around, Waystar had decided to throw a big bash of sorts to honor Logan and his fifty years of service to the company. It was a big deal, sure, but as far as Gogh was concerned, he was a rotten old bastard who deserved nothing more than a half-hearted “congrats” written on a dirty napkin. Still, though… She couldn’t deny that she liked having an excuse to try on a bunch of expensive dresses.

This was actually going to be the first big formal event that Gogh and Kendall would be attending as a proper couple – she had to make a good impression as “Kendall’s Girlfriend,” and not just as “Girl Who Works At Waystar.” She had to look the part. And if that meant buying an expensive evening gown on his platinum credit card? She didn’t have many complaints. She flipped through one of the several racks in front of her as Kendall scrolled on his phone, confirming that the plans for Dundee were good to go.

“Hey… Ken?”

“Yeah?”

“What color do you think I should go with?”

“Uh, I mean… You’re the one that'll be wearing it, so…”

“Well, yeah, but it’s this big event for your dad, I just thought you might wanna have some input.”

“Well, you know… No neons, nothing too sparkly, but, you know, that’s all stuff you already know.”

“Okay… Well, I was thinking either black, red, or blue.”

“Don’t go blue,” Kendall said rather quickly. “I mean, it would look fuckin’... Perfect on you, probably, but, I think Shiv’s planning for blue.”

“Can we not both wear blue?” Gogh chuckled.

“I mean, you can, just… I don’t know. Might look too matchy-matchy, you know? We don’t need the whole family looking like we just walked out of an Old Navy photoshoot, right?” he joked.

“Right, right,” Gogh nodded. “So that leaves red or black. I don’t know, though… I feel like the red might come off too…”

“Sexy?” Kendall asked.

“Sort of, yeah,” Gogh shrugged, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. “I don’t know, I just don’t want your dad to think I’m just another rich skank or something, clinging to you for status and all that. I don’t even know why it matters so much to me, I can’t fucking stand the guy – no offense.”

“None taken. No one really can.”

“So… Black?”

“Black is good,” Kendall nodded. “Won’t stand out too much, looks classy… And, I mean, you’ll look fuckin’ sexy in it.”

Gogh blushed, turning her attention back to the rack in front of her, scanning for black fabrics. She was hoping for something silky and simple, which helped her narrow her options down. She took her time, eventually selecting two dresses from the rack before moving onto another one. She continued sifting through the dresses, her fingers lingering on each one, while Kendall sat and observed. He smiled to himself, finally putting his phone in his pocket as he watched his girl browse through each rack, quietly humming to herself. She looked so natural in this space, yet so full of wonder. It was as if she couldn’t believe who she was becoming, that she belonged there amongst the likes of the rich and famous. 

“Okay,” Gogh spoke, turning around again to face him. “I think I’ve got a few options. What do you think?”

Kendall stood up once again, taking a few steps closer to Gogh to examine the three dresses she had chosen. He touched the fabric of each one, gently, like he touched her skin. “Nice, nice… They all feel pretty thick, smooth… And you’ll be comfortable?”

“I think so,” Gogh responded. “I mean, I won’t know until I try them on, right?”

“Right, right,” Kendall chuckled, stepping back to take a seat again. Almost wordlessly, he summoned a floor attendant, sitting further back against the cream-colored couch as Gogh was led to a fitting room. Their eyes met before she closed the curtain, a smirk gracing Kendall’s face.

Gogh opened the curtain a few moments later, wearing the first dress. This one touched the floor, the satin fabric sweeping against the carpet as she stepped out. Kendall raised his eyebrows seeing her – the dress accentuated her curves, while remaining “modest” enough to fit in at Logan’s party. The halter neckline was perfectly suited to her, drawing Kendall’s eyes up to her face. There were no bells and whistles, just the fabric on its own against Gogh’s body.

“Would I be crazy to say we might’ve found the perfect dress on our first try?” Kendall asked, a smile stretched across his cheeks. 

“Ken,” Gogh mumbled, brushing her hair behind her ear. 

“What? You look fuckin’ killer,” Kendall told her. “I mean, I say we box it up.”

“I at least wanna try on the other two,” Gogh replied.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right,” Kendall nodded. He waved to the floor attendant, who was still standing nearby, letting her know that there was more to be done.

The next dress was just a bit shorter, a long slit running up against Gogh’s right leg. Kendall whistled as he watched her step out of the fitting room once more, his eyes trailing up the slit to the rest of the dress, his gaze lingering for an extra few seconds on the way the thin straps rested against her collarbone.

“So fuckin’ hot,” he said. “But… Maybe too hot?”

“Yeah, I was kind of thinking that, too,” Gogh agreed.

“But maybe we buy it anyway,” Kendall quipped. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Hell yeah.”

Gogh stepped back into the fitting room to try on the third and final dress. This one was a bit more embellished than the previous two she had chosen, with a bejeweled belt and neckline. Just looking at it in the fitting room mirror, she could tell it wasn’t exactly what she would want to wear to Logan’s celebration – but she did look damn good in it. She admired the attention to detail in the hem, its waves just touching the floor, as she turned to walk out of the fitting room once again.

Kendall stood up for this one, as he had wanted to do for the previous two, stepping closer to her for a more “hands-on” feel for the dress. Gogh was certain this gesture was just his way of saying that he wanted to get this done, but Kendall genuinely cared about her opinions on each of the garments, wanting to ensure she would be comfortable.

“I don’t know if I’d wear it to your dad’s party, but… Ken, I do really like it,” Gogh said sheepishly.

Kendall smiled. “Yeah? I mean… You look like a fuckin’ princess.”

He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face one of the many wall mirrors near them. He then wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as he admired their joint reflection. “I feel like one too, sometimes,” Gogh mused. “I mean… Being with you is almost like a fairy tale sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah? You think it’ll have a happy ending?” Kendall couldn’t help asking.

“I hope so,” Gogh replied, her hand coming up to stroke his head. “Anyway, um… I think we should probably go with the first dress, yeah?”

“... For the party? Yeah. But, really, I was thinking maybe we just buy all three.”

[loveriotss]

Hii!! Could you do Mustard headcanons as your friend? (If you don’t mind hehehe) Tysm!!! 💚

HCS OF HIM AS YOUR FRIEND ⸻ mustard

INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, crack, headcannons, platonic relationship WARNINGS — swearing

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

you and mustard met through the lov.

to be honest he didn't really like you, nothing personal, he just didn't like anyone.

it took him a bit of time to accept you as a 'friend' in his head. (he will not admit it though, says you and him are just acquaintances)

sometimes you two will play pranks on the other members with toga occasionally joining in.

kurogiri scolds you all after.

biggest ego ever.

you will playfully make fun of him as a joke and this guy will take it so seriously it will turn into a dissing battle 😭.

will threaten to use his quirk on you but you know he never will because he's secretly scared of kurogiri.

the uno games WARS between the two of you are insane.

he is so determined to beat you and you're equally as determined to beat him.

trust it will end with him scattering all the cards away and accuse you of cheating after you win for the 3rd time in a row.

you drag him to movies with you because you're too scared to go alone and he will whine and groan as you drag him out but as soon as the movie's over he will get tons of merch. (walking out of a store with arms full of deadpool and wolverine plushies)

y'all have the type of friendship that if one of you trips and falls the other one will actually ascend with laughter.

if you were the tripped one he will NEVER let that shit go and will bring it up here and there.

i feel like he'd have a small phase of trying to be nonchalant after he saw it floating around on tiktok.

it didn't take him long to realize how ridiculous it was and stopped his act but now you take any and every opportunity to mock the way he acted.

he will jump you for that.

you guys have little gossip sessions in between missions or after you guys are done with a particularly interesting one and have a little debriefing session while drinking some hot cocoa.

"did you see the way dabi had toga's brand new hello kitty chapstick that she hadn't even opened inside his pocket?" "oh my god yes. i mean if you're gonna steal at least be slick about it.." "who does bro think he's fooling when he says he's going to smoke when really he pulls the chapstick out to reapply? can't say the chapstick is really working though-" "SHUT UP HE'LL HEAR US!"

NOTE — when i first got this request im going to be real with you i didnt know who tf you were talking about 😭😭 so underground that i couldnt put the usual manga panel banner lmao. but anyways this was fun to write, he might be very a bit ooc because im only going off on my version of him. ALSO I JUST FOUND OUT HE'S APPARENTLY 13-14?? i thought at most he was a high schooler but anyways making him a silly dumb middle schooler was fun.

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

Looking in the mirror, you see smudged mascara from all your sobbing, and you feel empty. So very empty, you can barely breathe or even believe your human. The pit in your stomach wouldn't leave, and you knew why.

“Can you take the picture?” Being friends with yuji's friends was a delightful experience even if sometimes, they were unknowingly rude. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod watching them pose excitedly as you take the picture.

I break the ice, so they don't see my size.

Throwing the scale across the room, you scream in pure rage. You've done everything just to get like them and maybe you'll actually feel apart of the group, but this stupid body of yours just wouldn't.. work. Instead it stumbled and fell down, making you pick it up and rewire it like a robot you felt like one at this point.

And I have to be nice, or I'll be the next punchline.

You joke around with them trying to entertain so they don't just leave you behind like you have been so many times before. You feel like your suffocating, walking on eggshells around them so they'll always have positive memories of you, even if they tease you about your size or the way you look you just smile and say “well not everyone can be perfect, and don't you have split ends?” You're clearly teasing and they know as they chuckle and move on.

I'm just the best friend in Hollywood movies, who only exists to continue the story.

They love each other, but not you. You know this; god they all look at each other with such happiness in their eyes that you know they love each other. All three of them, and your just.. There. Standing there smiling, occasionally adding in something but your just there. An add-on as you help them figure out a way to even figure out their feelings. And once they do you know they'll leave.

The girl gets the guy while I'm standing off screen, so I'll wait for my cue to be comedic relief.

Yuji had come to you again tonight; not just to see you, you weren't that foolish to think he just wanted to see you. He wanted you to fix what happened, the group had gotten into an argument that had gotten out of hand. Megumi and Norabara won't even talk to each other no matter how much Yuji begs them to make up. So he had no choice but to send you in.

You almost want to laugh at how absurd it is. How much they just use you to fix their issues, to help with awkward silence, to drop them off somewhere, and many more. You almost want to sob, but you know yuji is here and he'll start worrying. You know he means well and he probably actually cares, but it doesn't matter. You've gotten used to your role, and you'll play your part.

Can't be to loud, can't be to busy. If I don't answer now are they still gonna need me?

You keep your schedule free. Just in case they want to hang out, and when they get loud you get quiet. They never seem to notice though. You keep telling yourself it's okay but relying on them like this is honestly driving you insane and you don't know what to do. You want to be yourself around them without knowing they'd tease, maybe even insult and leave. You can't help but think that maybe it'd be better if they just left you alone. Although you don't let the thought linger as it's your turn for Uno.

Can't be to loud, can't be to pretty. Do they keep me around, so their flaws just seem silly?

Trying not to fall down in hysterical laughter at how odd this situation is you keep a straight face full of concern as you held Nobara in your arms. She was crying a very rare sight and you were honestly ready to air out someones house when she said that she just felt gross. She didn't like herself; so of course you comfort her tell her she's absolutely gorgeous and should know that. You hold her shoulders so she's looking at you and tell her that if she needs to ever hear she's beautiful you'd call her that everyday.

Although, there's a inkling in the back of your mind. An inkling of jealousy, jealous that she has someone like you to talk to, jealous that she's that pretty and she still think she isn't, jealous that.. She's prettier than you. The jealousy almost grows before you immediately put it down focusing on making her feel better.

I say I'm okay, cause they wouldn't care anyway. And I could try to explain but my efforts in vain.

Pure panic radiated through your body as you tried to get away from everything. The people, the music, and especially them. They weren't supposed to be here. They weren't invited and they knew it but they showed up anyway and absolutely humiliated you. Insulting you in front of your friends as they thought they were jokes but you knew. You knew that they were insulting you, so you went lower; so low that even the devil wouldn't have said what you said.

You laughed when they thought you were in the wrong, as the person who so rudely came along just to try and ruin your day.. Cried? You couldn't believe it. Honestly, you wanted to genuinely start laughing at them. As if they haven't been taunting you for years about how you looked, but you stick up for yourself once and they cry? You almost started crying from trying to hold back cackles.

The trio kept trying to get you to speak up about what bothered you so much because apparently to them your their best friend. You thought they just thought of you as an acquaintance. So you tried to open to them, you tried to but they didn't seem present, as if they were only listening to respond and not actually listening to what you were saying. So you dropped it and said you needed time alone.

They can't relate to how I've drawn out in sharpie, where I'll take the scissors; if that's what it took for me to look in the mirror.

They kept asking questions trying to understand, but they've never struggled with this as much as you did. They don't know how it feels and they probably never will. It's not like you want them to feel what you feel, you'd never wish this on them. It's just you know they'd never understand; how you constantly change outfits cause one part of you just didn't look right, how you didn't usually go outside without them because what if someone sees you and immediately starts throwing up?

I've done every diet to make me look thinner so why do I still feel so god damn inferior?

You just want to be as amazing as them. That's all you've ever wanted is to be on their level, constantly behind them watching them wait for you daily made you feel like a burden. They always were always just better than you.

It's funny when I think a guy likes me.

Holding back another giggle trying not to give in because just in case it's another false alarm, another lie, you don't want to get attached. And you were right, you tried so hard not to look disappointed when he asked if Norbara was single. When not even a minute ago he was flirting with you, making you happy, acting as if he genuinely wanted you. I guess it's only funny if your the joke being played on. Because he walked away back to his friends pointing and laughing at you; and you decide to ruin his chances.

And it's funny when I'm the one who says, “Let's go eat.”

Barely able to focus your sight on anything, your vision swirled as everything around you looked blurry and you realized that, you haven't eaten yet. Your body being angry at you for not feeding it something. Nervously looking around, you find the trio and tell them that your going to get something to eat.

“I thought you already ate?” confusion ran through Yujis features. And you almost couldn't take it. But you were used to this, so you could obviously take it. “Yeah I did, but it was like a grape..” mumbling underneath your breath the answer your suddenly feeling anxiety raise in you. As yuji looks down at you curiously, it feels like he's picking you apart with his stare so you quickly excuse yourself to leave.

It's funny when I'm asked to go out on Halloween, dresses and thigh highs while I hide my body.

“Yo, you coming to the Halloween party gojo is holding?” Yuji threw an arm over your shoulder as you two walked in the park. You didn't know why he insisted on just doing mundane things with him but if it made him happy.

“I don't think so, no.” staring at the pathway ahead of you and being surrounded by only forest green scenery; it's a beautiful absolutely gorgeous peaceful walk. Until he starts talking.

“Whaaatt? Why not?” you can tell without even having to look up at him that he's pouting. So you sigh and glance up at him, and low and behold he's pouting.

“Eh, outings just aren't my thing.” you shrugged; you weren't fully lying. Just saying half of the truth, so technically you arent lying at all.

“It won't be as fun without you though!” Yuji whined into you ear, and honestly you felt like a parent sometimes. Only sometimes though.

“Yu, what would I even wear as a costume?” You sound exasperated. Another reason you didn't wanna go because you didn't have a costume. But Yuji always figures out to get what he wants.

“you can be a witch! I'll buy everything you just have to show up!” Yuji beams down at you and you think.. Maybe it'll be fun, maybe it'll be different you'll never know unless you go. So you went.

It's been about an hour since you got here and you've lost sight of Yuji, Megumi, and Norbara. Nursing alcohol you know your not gonna drink, you wave at some acquaintances and push yourself further into the corner as if your trying to hide away. Another 30 minutes later you just decide to leave early; you'll just make an excuse to yuji later.

Life of the fat funny friend.

You've looked like this all your life and you've come to just accept it. Theres no fixing this, it's just how you look. So you'd take the comments, the insults, the teasing, the looks, and the glares. You take them all; and you just accept it as their opinion of you. If they weren't close friends to you, you stopped listening to what sort of half assed insult they could try and throw at you.

Life of the fat funny friend.

~☔&💫

once again i truly do not understand why u don’t have a writing blog bc ur so good at it

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

The Insiders Chapter 16: Cowboys and Bull Riders- Dally Winston x Tuesday Curtis

Word Count: 2.5k

July 10, 1965

“How do I look?” Tuesday looked away from the mirror she stood in front of when she heard Dally speak. As soon as her eyes landed on him in his bull riding getup, a smile appeared on her face. It was the day of the rodeo and the entire Curtis family plus a few others were going to support Dally, who was bull riding, and Sodapop, who would be barrel racing. Ruth had been kind enough to surprise him a few months ago by buying back his horse Mickey Mouse so he could get back into barrel racing (with Darry’s permission, of course). After a few months of both of them practicing for the rodeo, tonight was the big night. 

“Handsome as always,” Tuesday answered, walking over to him and straightening out his collar. Dally smiled once she was done and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“Good. I believe I promised you a victory lap.”

“I’m expecting it,” the girl giggled. “Ready to go?” 

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he nodded.

“Good,” she pecked his lips before leading him out of her room. The two of them made a beeline for Darry’s truck and hopped into the bed. There weren't enough seats for everyone that was going so Darry decided to just let the ones that couldn’t fit to ride in the bed. As long as they were careful and took the right roads, there’d be no trouble. Once the couple were comfortably seated, Tuesday looked at her boyfriend when he laughed.

“What?“ She asked, also laughing (though it was mostly in confusion). 

“You looked so silly getting in, you’re so small,” he joked. That made Tuesday roll her eyes. Yes, she was short enough that she had to jump up to climb into the bed, and she immediately knew it was a mistake to do so in front of Dally. 

“Well I’m sorry that I don’t have the long gangly legs you’ve got.” She smacked his leg, which was pressed against her own as they stretched out. 

“Hey, you take that back ,” he threatened, though there was no malice or conviction behind it, as Soda and Charlie climbed onto the bed as well. 

“Make me,” she joked back. 

“Now you’re in for it,” Soda laughed at her while wrapping an arm around Charlie, who laughed at the couple’s antics. Dally poked her side, which made her squeal. 

“Her neck is her weakest point,” Soda informed him, which made Tuesday turn and glare at him. Traitor. While the girl was incensed by the betrayal, Dally opted to use it to his full advantage and prodded at her neck. 

“You take it back about my legs being gangly!”

“Never!” Tuesday exclaimed between laughter, attempting to push his hands away. The boy merely grabbed her wrists with a laugh. 

“No more hand privileges until you apologize, you are now  without hands.”

“Wha- no fair!” She pouted as Darry finally pulled up to the fairgrounds.

“You using mean words is what’s not fair,” he retorted with a sly grin. Tuesday rolled her eyes and attempted to slip out of his grip.

“Yeah yeah, come on we’re here,” she grumbled. Dally’s grin widened and he leaned over to give her a wet and sloppy kiss. As he hopped out of the bed, Tuesday scrunched up her nose in disgust and wiped her mouth before following him. Once everyone was out Ruth handed out blue neon bracelets, which they put on before facing her again when she spoke.  

“Alright guys, rodeo starts right at 8:00. Dally and Soda, you need to be with the other competitors by 7:00 or 7:30 to prepare. Horse riding comes first then bulls immediately after. Until then you guys are okay to do whatever you want. Got it?” Tuesday nodded, though it looked like Dally hadn’t listened to a word she said. Ruth didn’t look surprised, however, and instead nodded at those who actually listened. 

“Alright losers, get lost.” Tuesday didn’t have to be told twice. She all but ran through the entrance, and Dally wasn’t far behind her. 

“Hey, wait up!” 

“Keep up!” Was her only response, a laugh following it. That was all it took for Dally to pick up his pace until he finally reached her. Once he did he swooped her up into his arms, earning a surprised gasp. The two of them laughed as he spun her around. 

“Gotcha!” He muttered once their laughter calmed down, voice much softer. “Where we going to, doll?” 

“Depends. Do you want to ride rides or play games first?” She inquired with a toothy grin. “It’s your big night after all.” 

“Gee, I just wanna ride- I hate the fair.” There was no annoyance or irritation in his voice, which told her he was only joking. Nevertheless, she huffed playfully. 

“Killjoy,” she muttered as she looked around at everything there was to see. Dally finally set her down and instead wrapped his arm around her shoulders. 

“I’ll suffer ya, maybe I might even enjoy it,” he joked. 

“Awww” Tuesday cooed dramatically, kissing his cheek. “Alright, pick something that won’t bore you to death then.” The boy groaned then gave the fair a once over. 

“Tunnel of love?” He joked before shaking his head. “I’m kiddin’. Why don’t we just go skip some stones or- I guess we could go pet some goats. Goats are dirty animals.”

“Yeah well so are you,” she retorted without hesitation before walking off in the direction she hoped was the petting zoo. 

“Hey- hey wait!” He called quickly, running after her. “I didn’t… We- we can still have fun.” The panic in his tone made the girl laugh. 

“Calm down Dally, I’m just seeing what’s here. It’s been years since I’ve been here.” The boy sighed in relief. 

“You scared me, you wench,” he half joked. 

“Wench!?” Tuesday repeated in mock offense. “What is this, the 1800s?” 

“It is, obviously. We’re at the carnival,” he teased in response. The girl shook her head at him with an amused grin on her face. 

“Alright, to the petting zoo? Or perhaps the tunnel of love?” She joked on the last part, making Dally smirk. 

“Your call, but if you bring me to the petting zoo I might sneak out with a chicken under my coat,” he warned. And Tuesday knew him well enough to know that he’d keep his word. 

“Okay so a ride it is,” she responded quickly, directing him away from the petting zoo and heading towards the various rides. 

“What, you don’t want a chicken in your room?” Dally laughed. 

“No.” 

“Lame,” he muttered as they moved to stand in one of the shorter lines to a ride that the girl couldn’t quite see. “You’re lame.” 

“You say lame, I say realistic. I’d have to be the one to take care of it anyway.” 

“Take care of it as in feed it or take care of it as in cook it?”

“Depends on how quickly it gets on my nerves,” she retorted teasingly. The boy laughed as they climbed onto one of the rides. Tuesday wasn’t usually one for adrenaline rushes, but she had to admit this ride was fun with the hills they went over. They even went backwards at some point, which kept her giggling with adrenaline as the ride came to a stop. Dally chuckled softly as he helped her out of her seat. 

“Had fun?” 

“Mhm!” She nodded enthusiastically. 

“Good, ‘cause I hate carney rides,” he responded with a playful grin, ruffling up her hair as they were approached by Soda and Charlie, the latter holding a large teddy bear. Tuesday smacked her boyfriend’s hand away and fixed her hair as she faced her brother and friend. 

“Hey guys,” she greeted.  

“Having fun, you two?” Soda asked teasingly. 

“Nah, this kid is boring, we oughta take her back,” Dally responded in the same teasing tone. Charlie rolled her eyes at the boys’ antics.

“I’ll be riding for you two if we don’t get a move on.” Tuesday’s brows furrowed and she glanced down at her watch. 

“Oh yeah, you guys need to be heading in,” she said, looking between her brother and Dally. “You guys need to get a move on.”

“Exactly, which is why I am leaving Charlie in your company,” Soda responded, kissing Charlie’s cheek before letting go of her. “C’mon Dal.” Dally chuckled and followed after him, though not before Tuesday managed to place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Hey, I don’t need babysitting!” Charlie shouted after them, placing her hand on her hip. 

“Yes you do!” Soda called back. 

“Yes you do,” Tuesday responded at the same time, making her roll her eyes. 

“Gee, you and your brother are gonna be the death of me,” she huffed. 

“Aw you know you love us,” Tuesday cooed in response, pulling her into a side hug. The girl merely hip bumped her with a playful look.  

“If love includes disgust, then maybe,” she grumbled.

“God you’re starting to sound like my boyfriend,” she huffed quietly and shook her head. 

“Tell me when I look like him too and I’ll take a gun to the mouth,” she joked with a laugh. 

“Well, now that you mention it…” Charlie shoved her, also laughing. 

“Don’t you dare!” Tuesday grinned then glanced down at the teddy bear in Charlie’s hands. 

“Cute bear.”

“I named him Charlie 2!” The girl exclaimed excitedly, holding the toy up, making Tuesday laugh softly. 

“They’re adorable. Now, wanna go find some seats with me? I wanna be as close to the pen as possible.”

“So you can oodle over all those cute boys?” Charlie asked, hip bumping her again as she started to head to the arena. 

“Oh totally,” she played along as she walked beside her into the stadium. It didn’t take them long to find some seats relatively close to the pen. Once they were seated Tuesday looked at her friend, only to realize she was staring at some boys. Just like she’d been teasing Tuesday about just a few minutes prior. She rolled her eyes jokingly at Charlie then nudged her. 

“Dude, come on.” Charlie groaned but faced forward anyway, smiling when Tuesday giggled. 

They didn’t have time to say anything before the introduction to the rodeo began. First came the calf tying, then came the barrel racing. That was Soda’s event. And, to everyone’s surprise and delight, he set a new record! Pride coursed through Tuesday as she watched her brother realize that he’d done so. Both she and Charlie jumped up and cheered as loud as they could, and if she listened closely, she could hear her other two brothers plus Ruth doing the same. Once he was back in his pen she watched Charlie make her way over to him, meeting him halfway. Finally, after several more events, it was finally time for the bull riding. 

“And finally in the bull riding event we have another rider we haven’t seen in a while, Dallas Winston. His bucking bull tonight is Troubadour, a rather feisty one but one that he’ll be sure to do well on,” the host announced. Tuesday couldn’t stop the nerves that bubbled up in her as she watched Dally wave to the crowd as he climbed into the pen. As he situated himself on the bull his eyes met hers, and she offered him an encouraging (albeit nervous) smile. Dally tipped his hat at her shortly before the gun went off and the pen gate was open. 

Just like with Soda, Tuesday cheered as loud as she could for him, though she was more anxious this time around. Of course she knew the risks that came with bull riding, having been to the rodeo a lot when Soda used to compete, but knowing these didn’t help her. She was still going to worry about him, but thankfully she didn’t have to. 

“And once again we have a new record tonight with Dallas Winston clocking in at a whopping 34.01 seconds! It’s a very exciting night tonight folks” the announcer called, which immediately had everyone cheering. 

Tuesday was out of her seat the second he said it, relief flooding her as she watched her boyfriend climb up the pen and land safely in the stands. He looked almost unfazed by the announcement, a cool smile on his now dirt and dust covered face. Just like Charlie and Soda, she met him halfway and all but jumped into his arms.

“Dally! You did it!” She exclaimed over the cheers as he caught her with ease. 

“Woah now, you’re gonna get yourself hurt,” he teased, taking off his hat and putting it on her head. The girl laughed softly then began to look him over. 

“Are you okay? Anything fractured, broken or hurting?” She pressed her fingers against his ribs, arms, and anything else he landed on when he fell. Dally swatted her hand away. 

“No no, I’m fine Tue, really.”

“Hey, I’m just making sure,” she defended gently. “You fell pretty hard.” 

“You prodding at me feels worse than a kick from a horse,” he joked, knocking the hat over her eyes. “Besides, it gives me personality, I’m tuff, I don’t need band-aids and all of that.”

“One day your stubbornness is gonna get you in trouble with more than just me,” she grumbled. Dally chuckled, though he had no time to respond before the announcer spoke once again. 

“And now to end this amazing night we’re gonna have all of our champions of tonight trot one victory lap. Champions, please find your horse and get ready for the lap please.” The boy jumped up onto his horse and swooped her up, placing her up with him.

“Now shut up and look pretty,” he concluded playfully, making her roll her eyes. 

“Practice what you preach, Winston.” Dally snickered before clicking at the horse. As they made their way around the stadium Tuesday leaned against him comfortably, content with looking around at the many spectators. The boy, meanwhile, continually glanced down at her with a small smile, making sure she was alright. When the lap was finished her guided his horse into its pen and hopped off, helping her down afterwards. 

“Alright, let’s get the hell out of here,” he said, throwing his arm around her shoulder and leading her out. Once again everyone piled into the truck, though Ruth was the one driving this time. The drive home felt much quicker than it had on the way to the rodeo. As she waited to get home. Tuesday ruffled up Dally’s hair in an attempt to get some of the dust and dirt out of it. The boy’s eyes narrowed at her. 

“The dust is my sparkle.”

“Yeah well I don’t want any of that ‘sparkle’ on my pillow,” she responded tiredly, resting her head on his shoulder as a wave of exhaustion hit her. She hadn’t realized how tired she’d gotten until she was no longer doing anything. She didn’t even remember falling asleep, nor Dally carrying her up to her room when they finally got home.

[luvyeni]

Hellow. I was wondering if you can write this silly thing in my mind, Jay with a Chubby girlfriend, he's experienced and basically all the college girls recognize him as a sex God until he met her, she's virgin and insecure, like it actually took Jay a long time to gain her trust because she was thinking that it was impossible someone so popular and handsome like him liked some like her.

Here's my plot: all the girls have been talking about her and how fat and ugly she's making her even more insecure to the point that she push away Jay when he touched her like he usually does even just holding hands, especially when he holds her waist. But he's so in love with her that he just adores every single inch of her, reassuring her that no one is as beautiful as her, so he just kiss every inch of her making her first time so special and full of love and tears because I'm a cry insecure baby

Sorry for the long ask, literally i dreamed about this 🥺

FOREVER AND ALWAYS; PARK JEONGSEONG

pairings. boyfriend!jeongseong x fem!reader

wc. 1.9k

warnings. talks of weight, fatshaming, insecurities, oral (f. reader), unprotected sex, overstimulation, reader cries.

i hope it's like you dreamed💓! the bullying kind of made me sad since im a big girly myself, so i didn't add too much.

after finding out people have been saying horrible things about you, he's determined to show you how much he loves you.

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"she's so shameless, if i was that fat i wouldn't wear such things." you frowned, looking down at the message wishing jay would hurry up. "yeah, jay is such a cute guy, he could get anyone he wants, i don't understand why he would date someone like her."

"it's probably a joke, it has to be."

you could hear them laughing at you , and they knew you could hear them. they knew because it was something you heard on a daily occurrence by people just like them.

"baby." jay ran over to you, kissing your cheek, noticing how you moved your face, but deciding to ignore it. "hey jay." the girls giggled flirtatiously. "hi." he turned back to smiling.

"my class got held up, im sorry, you ready to go home?" he went to grab your hand, something he always did when you'd walked back to your shared apartment near campus, so you could imagine his surprise when you brushed it away. "yeah, let's go."

jay was confused, it's been a while since you avoided his affection. when you started dated, jay had a reputation , that forbid you to trust him , being really standoffish , jay was much more experienced than you , actually you had no experience due to your insecurities. jay was aware of this , so he actually took the time to get to know you , and form a relationship with you , a year later and he didn't even care that you haven't had sex , he just wants to be around you all the time.

"let's stop and get some food to take home." he pointed to your favorite store. "i'm not hungry." jay was serious when it came to food though. "well then put in the fridge and eat it later, let's just get it now." he held the door open, letting you walk in.

"do you want the regular?" he stood behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, kissing you lovingly. you felt eyes on you, and the chuckles, pushing his arm away. "get whatever jay." you went to go wait by the door, you didn't mean to sound so rude, but you really just wanted to go home.

jay couldn't even ask you what was wrong because he was next in line, and you had already put your headphone on, spaced out.

you walked the rest of the way in silence, headphones on as you finally made it to your apartment, taking your shoes off , making your way to your room, undressing out of your day clothes.

"wait, are we just not gonna talk about it." jay followed behind. "what are you talking about?" you searched through the drawer in your underwear and a tank top, looking for a pair of sweats.

"you've been acting weird the entire walk home, you've avoided my affection multiple times, you keep looking around to see if people are looking, what is it? what's wrong." you turned to him. "why are you still here?" he took a step back. "what."

"you can have anybody you want, there are girls lining up to have sex with you, they do it right in front of me so know, why are you here? what do you want from me? am i just a joke that you're stringing along for a laugh with your friends?" jay was stunned, even on your worst days, you've never snapped at him, and he could tell you didn't mean it either cause of the widening of your eyes.

"im so sorry, i didn't mean it." he was silent, just pulling you into a hug. "i'm sorry." he rubbed up and down your back. "it's okay." he whispered. "i know you didn't mean it." he could feel your shoulders shaking as you sniffled into his neck, your tears warm. "they're so mean." jay finally got what was bothering you , and he was pissed. how dare they make you feel like this, after everything he's done to make you feel secure, how dare they treat you like this.

"listen to me, there is no one as beautiful as you are, you understand me?" he looked at you with a serious face. "i don't want anyone else but you, and i will spend as long as i need to, to prove it to you love." he held your cheek in his hand, wiping the tears. "i love you okay?" you sniffled, nodding. "i love you too."

he kissed the apples of your cheeks. "my fools made my pretty baby feel bad about herself, they'll pay for this i swear." he kissed your lips. "my baby doesn't see how beautiful she is, but i do, she is the most beautiful person in the whole world." he kissed your neck. "i just love her so much." he said in between kissed. "j..jay." he shushed you. "let me show you baby just how beautiful i think you are." he backed you up against the bed, pushing you down softly.

"so so pretty." he climbed on top of you, continuing his assault on your neck. "j..jay, feels so good." you moaned. "yeah? does it?" he kissed down to your chest. "im gonna make you feel so good princess." his hand came up to grope your tits. "been waiting so long to feel these in my hand baby, so soft." you're back arched off the bed at the sensation. "so sensitive."

"t..they're too big." he lifted your shirt off your body, going back to squeezing them. "they're fucking perfect baby, i can't wait to fuck them, paint them with my cum." he licked a nipple. "jay f..fuck." you sighed, as he licked and sucked on your nipples, showing them each the same amount of love and affection, before he continued down to your tummy.

"your pretty tummy, love to touch. " his kisses were hot on your stomach. "made me feel really bad earlier, my pretty baby wouldn't let me touch her pretty tummy like i always do, it's my favorite thing, but she denied me." he was getting dangerously close to your underwear. "m..m'sorry." he gave your stomach one more kiss. "i know baby, you're gonna repay me by letting me eat your pretty pussy aren't you?" his words made your hips involuntarily buck up.

"y..yes." he slowly slid your panties down your legs, kissing up your legs, until he was face to face with your heat. "s.stop staring." you tried to close your legs, but he held them open. "sorry love, i can't help it, you're so pretty, everything about you is so pretty." he kissed the inside of your thighs. "i really want you to sit on my face." you whined, he looked up at you. "not right now." he nodded. "okay princess we don't have to, it's all about you." he gave your thighs a few more kisses, you could feel his breathing on your heat.

"jay please." you mewled trying to move your hips. "do something." he kissed your thighs one more time, before giving your cunt a surprise lick. "jay." your hands gripped the bedsheet. "taste so good baby." he gave your cunt a few kitten licks before eating you out like a starved man.

you've never felt something like this, the way he would switch between long stripes up your wet cunt, to little kitten licks, it had your head spinning. one particular lick had you grabbing his hair, grinding your cunt against his face. he moaned right into your heat, allowing you to use him to get yourself off.

"jay i feel- shit it feels so good." he could feel you gripping his hair a little harder, you about to cum. "go a head and cum pretty girl." you felt something build up in your abdomen, then snap. "im cumming!" jay continued licking your mess, riding out your high, until he felt your hips jerk from overstimulation. "j..jay."

"okay princess im done." he gave your clit one more kiss, before coming up, his lips glossed from your essence and spit. "you taste so good, i couldn't help it." his hand came down to his crotch, palming his hard on. "jay- we don't have to do anything right now, i just wanted to show you how much i love you."

you ignored him, replacing his hand with yours, rubbing him. "i want to, i'm ready." he groaned, hips bucking into your touch. "fuck- fine princess, i'll be gentle i swear." you trusted jay, you knew he wouldn't harm you. "i know you will." he climbed off of you, getting rid of all his clothes.

you never seen a cock before beside the videos, but his was probably the prettiest you've ever seen, he wasn't intimidatingly big; thick enough to make you feel good, veins decorated the sides all the way up to his dark red tip that had precum bubbling at the top, it made your mouth water.

"princess why are you staring so much?" he smirked, his thumb coming up to rub your clit. "p..pretty." he chuckled. "thank you love." he teased your hole with a finger. "so wet princess." he slowly slid his finger in. "gotta stretch you out a bit pretty, so it won't hurt as much." he slowly fingered you before pulling out.

"you ready beautiful?" you nodded. "please put it in jay." he bent down, kissing your lips, distracting you as he slowly pushed himself inside your hole. "j..jay." you moaned in pain and pleasure at the stretch. "i know love, i know." he slowly bottomed out inside you, letting out a low moan as you successfully took him hole. "pretty girl, you took all of me."

you were so tight, the way you clenched around him so tightly he knew he wasn't gonna last long, it had been a year since he had sex with anyone, forced to use his hand. "fuck baby, if i don't move now, im gonna cum just from your pretty pussing clenching around me." you moaned. "y..you can move." he pulled out, pushing himself inside you all at once this time. "f..fuck jay!" he began to thrust himself in and out of you.

"shit! princess you're so tight, so fucking wet."

his eyes were glued to your tits, the way they bounced along with every thrust. "so pretty baby, you're so fucking pretty— shit- i hate when you talk bad about yourself." you were a moaning mess. "you're so beautiful, you mean so much to me, you understand me." you nodded, but jay wanted to hear you.

"i said do *thrust* you *thrust* under *thrust* stand *thrust* me?" you felt the build up in your abdomen. "i..i understand." he kissed your lips. "i love you so much, don't forget that." you couldn't understand why, but you started to cry. "i..i love you too." he kissed your cheeks. "j..jay i'm gonna cum." he reached in between your bodies rubbing your clit. "cum for me pretty, go a head." you were a crying fucked out mess as you came on his cock. "shit!" he pulled out, fisting his cock before spilling all over your abused twitching hole.

you were still crying, overwhelmed by everything, jay pulled you into a hug, not caring about the sweat, or the smell of sex in the air, he only cared about you. "it's okay love, im right here." he rocked your body. "let it out."

he let you get yourself together before he helped you clean up, bringing you back to the bed. "don't go." he smiled, caressing your face. "i'll be right back." he said exiting the room. he returned back with the food you bought. "let's just eat in here tonight, i'll clean everything else later." you smiled as your boyfriend set everything up. "what is it?" he laughed. "i just love you so much." he kissed your lips, pulling away smiling.

"i told you, i'll always be here for you, i love you too, forever and always."

©️LUVYENI

[nikrangdan]

lovestruck!enhypen x reader

pairing: lovestruck!enhypen x reader

genre: FLUFF fluff Fluff

description: how enhypen would be if they became lovestruck by the reader ☹️☹️ this is such an adorable request!!!! itll vary for each member ur relationships so you’ll either be strangers or already dating etc.

a/n: idk if all of them are lovestruck exactly bc i just got carried away with the fluff for some of them and idky maknae line revolves around sleeping BUT IDC sleepy!enhypen is the best 😁

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HEESEUNG

u worked at a pretty popular clothing store

and well well well heeseung had shown up dressed very much your style so u were like

Wow who is this guy....

he was alone just looking around

and there were like 10 other people in the store but u wanted to talk to him so bad so u went up like

“hi, welcome! are u finding everything okay?”

he was looking through a rack of shirts and turned around when he heard u but WOW

when this man turned around he looked even better in person u couldnt believe it 😫

BUT IT SEEMS HE FELT THE SAME BC U SWEAR HE BECAME SO FLUSTERED WHEN HE TURNED AROUND

his eyes got so wide u almost laughed it was so cute ☹️

he stuttered and was like “oh um im okay”

Aw man

but u said “okay then! let me know if you need any help finding anything or if u wanna use a dressing room!” and u sent him ur nicest smile u could give

his eyes were still kinda wide open and u gave him one last look before turning around😢😢

BUT THEN HE SAID SOMETHING

“w-wait! actually.. um....uh.. do u.. do u guys have sweatpants..?”

u giggled to urself on the inside bc u knew he just made that up on the spot

“we do! here, follow me”

while u were showing him the clothes u guys had exchanged names and had some small talk

and that was the start of something very Beautiful

and since then he has been coming almost everyday to visit u at work 🤗🤗

JAY

jay swore he found new things about u to love every single day

and today wasnt an exception!!!!

u knew jay had been really tired and just worn out from work recently so u had decided to make him his favorite meal for dinner

a nice little surprise for when he got home ❤️

and also the anime he was watching ready on the tv for u two to watch together :(

u had literally been preparing all day and u even decided to go out and buy dessert too

AWESOMEST PERSON EVER U ARE!

it was 8pm already and jay should be getting home now

u set the table all neatly and put on one of his sweaters

AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT HE GOT HOME AS SOON AS U WERE DONE

Fate 🔥🔥

romantic stuff like this wasnt really ur forte so this was out of the normal for u

but u wanted to do something for jay because he did stuff like this for u alot

the table isnt in view when u walk into the apartment so he wasnt able to see his dinner yet

“hi” you smile brightly and go up to hug him and give him a little kiss

he had his bad slung over one of his shoulders and he was taking his shoes off in the doorway after he closed it

“hey.. it smells pretty good in here” he gave you a tired smile while one of his arms was wrapped around your waist

“really? it smells normal to me” you giggled before walking to the kitchen area together

he stopped and looked at u with LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES when he saw the table

jay: ❤️_❤️

“y/n..”

“surprise!!! you know im not good with words but i wanted to show you that i can cook” you laugh “and that i love you very much and im so proud of you”

jay doesnt say anything but instead drops his bag on the couch and gives u the Biggest Hug Ever

ur face is practically smushed in his chest and his hand is resting lovingly on ur hair :(((

he loves u so much im so sad

JAKE

“layla!!! layla where are you?” jake was yelling quite loudly in the massive park he was in the middle of

yeah jake lost layla.. uh oh

quite a coincidence you found the cutest dog you’d ever laid eyes on

and she seemed to love u very much

the dog had made u topple over and now she was excitedly playing with you while you were sat on the ground laughing to your hearts content

after a minute of playing you had got up because you knew she was somebodys lost dog and her owner was probably looking all over the park for her

“okay.. lets go find your owner before they have a heart attack” you giggle

just as you said that though, you heard a boys voice yell “LAYLA!!!!”

the dog next to you looked in his direction, tail wagging and tongue out, but she didnt move an inch from her spot next to you

it made me you laugh out loud

as you were watching the boy run up to you, you noticed how cute he actually was

Omg..... ur heart started beating a little faster

“hi..” the boy hunched over with his hands on his knees breathing very heavily “you have my dog”

“uh yeah” you laugh “sorry about that, she ran over to me a couple minutes ago and i was just about to go find her owner”

“its okay, thank you..” he trailed off to find out your name and finally looked up to meet your eyes

“y/n” you told him

“y/n” he repeated with a small grin on his face “im jake”

“hi jake” you lightheartedly give him your hand to shake and he chuckles before taking the offer

“and it was nice meeting you layla” you crouch down to meet her level and she licks your face making you fall on your butt

you laugh and jakes quick to help you up

“layla! thats not very nice” he jokingly scolds her and pets her head

after u got up u bid goodbye to the two before jake invited u to continue walking around the park AND HE EVEN BOUGHT U AN ICE CREAM

Is This A Date, Jake? 😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️😳😛😛

SUNGHOON

“you should be more careful” you scold the boy sitting with you standing between his legs

sunghoon had apparently gotten elbowed in the face by his friend and scratched by his friends cat on accident????

“it wasn’t my fault! he turned around and i just happened to be in the way. and i didnt even do anything to the cat!” he whined

“i didnt say it was your fault. i said to be more careful.” you tried to sound stern

u knew ur logic was making no sense but u just thought it was so fun to mess with him

he let out a sigh and gave up, slouching over again

you were stood between his legs, wiping the blood away and applying ointment

“im just kidding, you’re so cute” one of your free hands comes up to rub his hair

a small grin pops up on his face and his arms come to rest on your waist

he looks up at you while you focus on tending to his wounds

and u guessed it WITH LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES

❤️_❤️

“you know y/n” he begins

you hum in response, letting him know you’re listening

“im gonna marry you one day”

you freeze in your place

it took you a minute to collect yourself because you felt like your heart almost leaped out of your chest

“who says?” you joke

he leans up to give you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting back down

“me.”

SUNOO

you noticed sunoo had been really tired lately and u just wanted to make him feel better :((

the boys were going out and invited you two obviously but you could tell sunoo was iffy about going

“uhh..” you trail off and look over at sunoo who was laying on the couch

“you know what guys? i think me and sunoo are gonna stay home today.. you guys have fun though!” you bid goodbye to the other boys and they all understood and left

you dont even know if sunoo knew they had left already because when you walked over to him his tired eyes were glued on the tv

“hey” you leaned against the couch and looked down at him

“y/n? are we going soon?” his eyes move to the top of his head to look up at you

you start laughing and he literally goes 🤨???

“silly, they already left! so what do you wanna do?” you plop down next to him and he was in the process of sitting up

“what? when did they leave...” his mouth drops open

“like 2 minutes ago” you giggle, leaning back to rest your head

sunoo had sat still, pondering for a moment

“why did they leave us?” he turned to look at you

your eyes met his “well i figured you didnt wanna go... you didnt, right?”

he slowly shakes his head “how did you know?”

you give him a sneaky smile and jokingly push his arm “because i know you so well”

he laughs at this and leans his head on your shoulder

“wow y/n.. im impressed” he grins, snuggling into your arm

your other arm crosses over to pat him on the head, leaning your head to rest on top of his

“but thank you y/n..” his eyes slowly close to rest “im thankful for all the little things you notice about me”

u literally go 🥺

your hand goes down to squeeze his and he falls asleep peacefully on ur shoulder ☹️☹️☹️❤️

JUNGWON

“y/n..what is that” jungwons eyes can barely open as he tries to comprehend whats going on while hes waking up

you haphazardly tap around the bedside table trying to turn off the new alarm you set last night

and that new alarm was jungwon singing 🤗

“its you, dummy” your eyes were still closed but you turned to face jungwon and snuggled closer to him

“wha- where did you even get that???” he was almost fully awake now, staring down at your half asleep figure

you yawned before answering in your i-just-woke-up-and-i-should-probably-drink-some-water voice “remember when you sang me to sleep last week? yeah i was secretly recording you. no biggie” you pat his chest twice and leave your hand there, content with life at the moment Lol

“y/nnnn” he whines “change ittt i dont like it”

“you’re kidding.” you deadpan, shocked he would say such a thing!!! “jungwon you sound like an angel threw up on a field of flowers full of puppies and kittens! okay thats kinda weird maybe not that”

jungwon giggles a little and sits up so he can sit against the headboard while your head rests on his lap

“you like my singing that much?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he asks you

you finally pop one eye open to look up at him, a goofy grin in your face

“i love your singing”

his hands run through your hair and you let out a sigh at the feeling

jungwon doesnt say anything

all he does is admire you

you can feel his eyes on you so you open your eyes again (both this time🙏🏼) and meet his eyes

“i can feel you staring straight into the depths of my soul, jungwon”

he laughs at this, bring his other hand up to pinch your cheek

“i’ll sing for you whenever you want me to y/n”

NI-KI

“shut up sunghoon, hes sleeping” you whisper-scolded the boy

ni-ki was currently asleep on you

literally SPRAWLED all over your body and you were basically mummified

by nishimura riki

his legs were tangled in yours, his head shoved into your neck, and his arms were bent around you in ways you didnt know were humanly possible

“you literally have an alien taking a nap on you y/n” sunghoon deadpans before walking out the room

“when you’re asleep sunghoon i will send you into a spacecraft for the rest of your life so you can go see aliens for yourself”

“wowww im so scared y/n” the boy remarks and shuts the door

you half laugh and half scoff before turning your attention back to the ipad screen sitting on the bed infront of you

well

kind of infront of you because ni-ki’s acrobatic position was basically blocking the view

you were having a decent time watching the show playing, definitely not the most comfortable person on the planet at the moment

until you felt the body on top of you.. rumble?

you knew that feeling

ni-ki was laughing

HOW and WHY the hell was he laughing ?!!?!!?!

“what the hell?” you look down at him and his face is shoved near your shoulder but you caught a glimpse of his big smile

his laughter gets louder and you still dont have answers yet

“why are you laughing???? i thought you were sleeping?????” you try to push him off you but he was persistent in laughing in your shoulder (??)

after a couple minutes of you just letting this happen

ni-ki finally speaks!

“you’re so funny y/n” he finally pulls away from you and wipes his tears

“what are you even talking about... and how long were you awake, you sneaky kid” you poke his chest

he leans down again to hug your waist and start cuddling you again

“10 minutes”

“so you’re telling me i could’ve freed myself from that god awful demon EMBRACE you had me in 10 minutes ago???!!”

ni-ki starts laughing again and looks up at you

“thank you for threatening to send sunghoon to aliens for me y/n” he grins

you laugh, finally understanding what the boy had been going on about

“sunghoon deserved it”

[dazz-linglight]

OMG ANOTHER ONLY B?!?!

Hey, HI 👋 I'm Rain. She/they. Nice to meet you.

I am appalled by the lack of content for Just B. Can you write something, literally anything with Geonu please!?!? He is my top bias of all time and my brain runs wild for him.

(Hii Rain, and yes! I plan to post a lot for Just B this year <3 love them)

(decided to do college lovers for him, hope you enjoy <3)

(happy birthday for him!!!)

Keep Driving

Starting your first week in college surely made you nervous, but everything felt easier when you met him. Lee Geonu. Sharing most of your classes with him during the week you noticed that he isn't the stereotypical popular guy like some others. He is sweet, so intelligent and bright, smiles a lot and seems very loyal and careful to his friends. You don't have the courage to approach him to talk but the two of you exchange a few glances through the day.

In the next week you find out he's working part time at the cafeteria in front of the university and you make it a habit of going there after classes to get coffee. You're aware that you are developing a crush on him but you guess but there's never really a thought that you have a chance to actually go out with him since he's a young and handsome guy and probably could have eyes on someone else already.

You get the opportunity to talk to him when the professor announces the first group activity for a class. Surprisigly, Geonu was the one to come over to you to ask if you wanted to be a part of his group for the activity and you accepted it, receiving a bright smile of his. "Oh god, I'm fucked over this guy." You think while smiling back, trying not make it obvious how much you freaking out inside. You move to sit with him and other colleagues to plan the activity and everyone agrees to have Geonu as the leader since he showed bigger interest.

The week go by, the acitivty is done and you developed some kind of proximity with Geonu, he started sitting next to you for all the classes you had together and weeks turn into months and you slowly notice that he always laughs at your jokes, looks at you like you're the most interesting person in the room and smiles when he sees you walk in the cafeteria he works in and how he's always sharing silly memes with you.

You're not sure what's going on, until you do. That feeling happens in a flash: You're in love with him. And there's a small impression that he's in love with you too. All your friends already noticed how you two interact differently, the longing stares, the subtle touches. Everybody silently waiting for the day you would appear holding hands.

He caught you off-guard one day when he had to leave early from class and patted your head leaning in to your ear and said:

"Bye darling, when you're going home text me, okay? I need to know if you're safe." You just nodded and said a quick bye, not trusting yourself to say more because your stomach was full of butterflies and right before he left he gave you a kiss on the forehead, not staying to see your jaw drop to the floor.  After the shock passed you finally decided you had to confess. The semester was close to ending and you didn't want to hide your feelings and risk losing him anymore, so you did as he asked and sent a message later.

You: I'm going home now. Are you free after work?

Him: yeah, wanna go out?

You: yes.

Him: oki. Pick u up at 6.

You read his last message and feel your heart beaating faster. The hours pass and you get ready until he arrives on his car, sending you a message to come out. When you do, he opens the passenger door for you to get in and show that smile the makes you weak again as you sit and close the door.

"Hello, beautiful lady" He sweet talked and you could barely move, speak, breath for a moment, feeling the tension of being so close to him in a small space. He felt it too as he started the car and left the neighboorhood you live in.

"There's something I want to tell you, Geonu." You talk in a low tone as if the windows would break if you were louder, breathing in slowly and looking over to his side profile.

"Me too, _____." He locks eyes with you shortly before getting his attention back on the street ahead. His voice stays calm, you instantly feel a gentle breeze of air sending shivers all over your body. "I don't want to be your friend anymore." Your breath hitches as you take him his words.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just.. I want to be more than a friend to you." He stops by the red light and turns to look fully at you. He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear and brings your forehead to his softly. "There's not a day I don't think about you since we met."

"Thank you.. I was afraid I was the only one to feel like that.." He felt your trembling hand meet his, intertwining fingers on his lap since he had to go back to driving.

That night he took you for dinner, you both talked about your feelings and everything you felt towards each other, filling the table with sweet nothings and officially marking the first day of your new relantionship status. The next day in college you were glued to each other, Geonu making sure to announce to your friends that you were dating.

"FINALLY!" You heard the chant and all of them shwed happiness with the news.