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mixtape-racha · 1 year ago

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YAYYYYYY 100 followersssss :) im so happy for youuuuu :)))))

okay, here is my request... hehe, im suchhh a sucker for hurt comfort and I loveeee fem 9th member au's. but like not smut or like fwb, just like a really juicy story y'know? I haven't been able to find any of those two categories combined tho, especially into like a longer fic, like it's always in the hundreds (I would love it if it was a little longer, no pressure tho :). literally, anything works, from some kinda mess up on stage to maybe you messing up a relationship w a member??? idk. I'm letting ur thoughts run wild here... THANK YOU AND CONGRATSSSS

(im sorry im really vague in requests lol)

YAYYYY THO IM LIKE REALLYYYY PROUD OF YOU<<<3333 LOV U BB KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DOOOO

thank you so much my lovely bae!! ilysm and i hope i did this request justice!! i kind of went off on a tangent and got carried away with the plot waaa <3

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sorry seems to be the hardest word

pairing: ot8 x fem!9th member!reader

warnings: angst, hurt comfort, reader snapping at the members, reader being physically unwell, fluff at the end

words: 2.29k

everything was going wrong today, and you truly meant every. fucking. thing.

somehow, you had managed to turn your alarm off the night before (probably because you fell asleep while on your phone, accidentally calling your mom in you sleep in the process), and none of the guys took the initiative to wake you up when they got up.

okay, sure, you couldn’t blame them entirely. you were a grown woman, and you could look after yourself. but weren’t you supposed to be a team? eight other people surrounding you, and none of them thought to check on you? especially when you were usually up and alert before they were? no, instead they were all out the door without even knocking to see if you were feeling okay. so much for being your brothers and best friends.

so god forbid, you were late this morning. you managed to turn up at the company for your vocal lessons only ten minute late, but it felt awful as you’d never been late before. you were so incredibly lucky to get the opportunity to debut with skz, especially joining the group later in their career and being the only girl. you wanted to do everything perfectly to show that you deserved to be where you were, and with the way today was shaping out you were so disappointed with yourself.

but then - it got worse. you, in your rush to leave the dorms, had forgotten your sheet music, leaving your vocal teacher to be short and snappy with you. yeah, you brought it up on your phone instead, but she was strict, and a firm believer in “good old-fashioned pen and paper over your silly little radio devices nowadays”. her attitude towards you for the remainder of your lesson affected you more than you liked to admit - excusing yourself to the bathroom to have a little cry before you headed to the studio.

for some reason, none of your schedules were properly coordinated today, leaving jisung to be the one in the studio with you - rather than chan, like usual - while you recorded your lines for the demos to be sent to the company later in the month, when you’d decide the songs for the new album you had upcoming later in the year.

jisung was always the nicest to you, especially when he could tell you were having a rough day - you were both very alike in that sense, very attentive towards each other as if you could tell what the other was feeling.

however, it seemed today that something had crawled up his ass and died. he was almost as snappy as your vocal teacher, and you were quite frankly sick of it. you kept messing up your lines; whether from the stress or the ache building in your throat (god you hoped you weren’t getting sick), you weren’t sure. but clearly, jisung wouldn’t stand for it.

“honestly, (y/n), you might as well just call it a day and come back to this with chan-hyung another day. i need to get on with other stuff.” he sighed, dismissively, as you bit back the tears fighting to escape your eyes. he wouldn’t even look at you, and your stomach was doing somersaults. was he really that mad? surely he could see how hard you were trying.

but instead of confronting him, you just grabbed your belongings and left after silently agreeing. no one answered your message on the group chat when you asked if anyone was down to get lunch together, even though you could see basically everyone had read it, so you retreated to the canteen alone before you had to go to practice with the boys.

as the ache in your throat spread to your joints, fatigue plaguing you, you trudged up to the practice room for rehearsals with the boys. you were learning a new dance - in fact, the already chosen title track for the new album, and deep down you were dreading it. it was more difficult than you had imagined, and definitely aimed more towards moves the boys could do compared to you. you loved the boys, but sometimes you felt like they forgot that men and women’s bodies worked differently.

surprisingly, you weren’t the last to arrive, squashing your fear of another thing going wrong.

but just as soon as practice began, your fear was reawakened. the ache in your joints was making the dance more difficult for you to execute, and you could feel the annoyance radiating off of minho’s body even if he wouldn’t admit it. you stumbled a few times, almost knocking into felix, who looked at you more frustrated than concerned.

“seriously, (n/n), what’s going on? it’s really not that hard. get your head in the game.”

you huffed, shaking out your limbs and telling minho to start the track again. maybe if you ignored your surroundings, ignored how you were feeling, then things would be easier. you could block out minho’s harsh criticisms - he was probably just tired. you could block out everything, knowing the boys were suffering just as much as you lately. but when the music stopped again, and everyone was talking at you, voice after voice lapping over each other you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“shut the fuck up! shut up, shut up, shut up! give me a fucking break, i’m trying my hardest!”

you honestly didn’t mean to snap, you were just so overwhelmed and couldn’t take anymore. when chan tried to put a comforting hand on your shoulder, you flung it off, all your annoyance and stress from the day building up at once.

“don’t fucking touch me. i don’t need your pity, i don’t need you to tell me that i don’t know how to do my job well enough. this is the fucking worst day of my life and you all keep making it worse!”

every fiber of your being was telling you to stop, to be reasonable, but it was like your mouth was making its own decisions. you couldn’t tell which member it was, but you were interrupting the gentle call of your name before you could even control it.

“and no, before any of you try to be funny, i’m not on my period,” you sneered, anger bubbling under your skin as you saw jisung look away sheepishly. “i’m just sick of feeling like i have to fight to prove i’m good enough, like i’m not one of you guys yet. we’re supposed to be a team, but all day i’ve been pushed to the side and treated like i don’t matter. i’m sick of it!”

you breathed heavily, grabbing your duffle bag from the side of the room and storming towards the door.

“i’m staying with yeji tonight, leave me the fuck alone.”

was all you said before leaving the boys stood in shock, confused as to why you were acting like you hated them.

regrettably, the minute you found yourself in yeji’s dorm and explained your day to her, you knew you were in the wrong. how could you let yourself treat your best friends that way? they didn’t deserve that, and you would be most understanding if they never forgave you. it was only when the throb in your head and ache in your joints became too much that you finally allowed yourself to sleep.

chan’s apology

luckily, you and the boys were granted a week off a while ago, and today marked the first day of that week. however, knowing chris he was probably still hauled up in the studio from the night before. it was around 3am (yeji shouldn’t have let you crash so early, your sleep schedule was going to be manic), so you pulled yourself together before making the decision to go visit him.

he may not even want to see you after your little outburst, but you could still try.

you stopped by the convenience store on your way to the studio, grabbing some snacks and some drinks just to be on the safe side. carefully checking the group chat, you saw that changbin was still in the studio with chan and you hoped you could get there before he left - it might be easier to kill two birds with one stone. you were just glad you bought way too much food for just two people.

you smiled politely, bowing at the security guard as he let you into the building, heart thumping in your ears as you carefully traced the steps to chan’s studio.

when you finally approached the door, you had to take a minute to prepare yourself to knock. you heard chan’s voice mumbling behind the door once you did, nervously waiting until he came and opened it.

he looked surprised to see you, frozen for a moment before quickly ushering you in and sitting you on the couch next to changbin. almost in instinct, changbin’s arm was slung around your shoulder - something he always did when you were close by, relishing in the fact he wasn’t the shortest in the group anymore.

you sheepishly held out the bag containing all the goodies you got at the convenience store to chan, a small smile on your face when he took it.

“got you some snacks.. kind of guessed you might have forgotten to eat.” your voice was quiet, ashamed. you just hoped they wouldn’t hold your outburst against you.

but when chan grinned, you knew he could never be mad at you for long.

“we were worried about you, y’know? that’s why jisung let you go early today - something seemed off and we didn’t want you to get too overwhelmed.” changbin said from next to you, the hand on your shoulder rubbing it comfortingly.

you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up behind your eyes again, but bit them back in fear they’d think you were looking for sympathy.

“i– i’m so sorry. i’ve just had an awful day, and i feel like shit, but that doesn’t excuse my actions, and i shouldn’t have snapped at you all - you couldn’t have known, and its not your fault.”

you explained why your day had been so bad to them (after some pushing from chan), and how you were feeling physically, causing changbin to look at you with great worry.

they indulged in a small cuddle session, feasting on the snacks you provided while they tried to help cheer you up. and honestly, it worked, just talking through how you were feeling, and gettin constructive feedback rather than just a shoulder to lean on was relieving.

you couldn’t apologize to them more, feeling so ashamed of your actions, but they were quick to reassure you it was okay - everyone had bad days, you were only human after all. you just needed to work on your communication a little bit.

when you finally got ready to head back to the dorm at 5am, you felt better than you had in a long time, actually.

apology numbers one and two: complete.

but when you arrived back at the dorm, head peacefully resting on changbin’s shoulder, what you weren’t expecting to walk into was what you all called a “cuddle pool” - the sofa bed pulled out, covered with pillows and blankets - and a spot waiting for you between felix and seungmin.

your eyes watered at the expectant faces of your soul-brothers, small sobs leaving your lips as your shoulders shook. god, the day had taken a toll on you - you couldn’t remember the last time you cried in front of the boys.

it was only then that minho - who you hadn’t seen standing by the door - scooped you into a hug.

“oh, angel,” he frowned, a hand pressed to your forehead. “you’re burning up. is that why you felt so bad earlier?”

words seemed to fail you, and all you could do was nod as your grip on his sweater tightened. it certainly wouldn’t be the first time you got sick from stress, but you hated being sick. you hated feeling out of control in your own body, and despised being doted on like you were unable. however, this time… you think you could let it slide. you just needed your boys close by right now.

they seemed to enjoy looking after you, and you felt you owed them that after the situation in the practice room.

minho was quick to place on you on the couch, felix and seungmin suffocating you in a bone-crushing hug. jisung handed you the tv remote, saying you could choose to watch whatever you wanted, and that everyone would be having a slumber party in the living room until you felt better.

minho and chan had gone to make you some chicken noodle soup - using felix’s mom’s recipe, which was known for being a lifesaver in your dorm. jeongin was quick to grab you your comfort plushie, taking his place on the floor by your feet - the two of you were 100% keen on physical affection, but having him close by helped.

within merely an hour, all nine of you were curled up, an animated disney movie playing, with soup and mugs of tea being passed around the room. it was nice, and it felt so good to have your boys so close and willing to help you.

you definitely took on changbin’s mention of needing to improve on communication, wanting nothing more than to improve yourself for the little family you had build around you. and yeah you were sick, and they would probably get sick too by being in such close proximity to you, but that was a problem for another day. you’d just return the favor of looking after them.

you just knew you were lucky to have them.

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skitskatdacat63 · 7 months ago

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For @sansebastinae and @boisinnot, my fellow saint seb truthers :)

+ the usual

Yayyyy finished a drawing! Haha only took me...2 weeks. I kept going back and forth on whether I could finish it tonight, and I really wasn't going to. But then I looked at the unfinished version on a different screen and was like oh? Not too bad actually?? So I finished it :) First of all, ofc, here is the process. Kinda weird seeing it for smth like this, it makes me feel like I'm the painter in rennaisance au, not Mark dhjfkf

Ah I was gonna draw a silly renaissance au comic to accompany this(read: lighten the mood), but it's 5 am and I've still not really drafted it well, so! I'd like to finish it at some point bcs I wanna draw more chibi comics, but when I finish smth, I can't help but immediately want to post it, so part 2 will have to wait. I'll show you the outline though so you can at least imagine 😭

^ So many renaissance and beyond paintings of Saint Sebastian are always the most horny thing ever. Like pre/early rennaisance, yeah he was naked and all that, but they were pretty chaste, and uhhhhh suffering?? Well the newer paintings are suffering, but in a different way, if you know what I mean.

So I feel like Mark's the type to be overly pedantic about it, and refuses to make borderline porn of a saint, I mean, god forbid, Seb!!! But then he just. Does anyways. Because he can't control his lust for Seb even when drawing him half dead. I just imagine him holding the paintbrush in a death grip like "must not be horny. Must not draw him sexy. Must make him chaste." And then he ends up with the one seen above. Seb is all smug about it. "Wow you'd wanna fuck me even while I'm all bloody and dying? 🥺"

Mark: "oh I'll make you bloody, alright."

But god so funny to imagine Seb doing all these different slutty poses, like arching his back as much as possible, the cloth nearly falling off at all times, etc etc. And Mark finally lands on this pose bcs he hopes the suffering will outweigh the horny. It doesn't. Also Seb is genuinely serious once he actually gets into the pose, focus mode on. And honestly that's even worse for Mark, bcs it's so much more arousing to see Seb in his element, focused. Tbf I think Seb could be drinking water, and Mark would still find some way to sexualize it. Don't look at his sketches!! They're just filled with Seb doing all kinds of random activities.

Also! Here is the painting I referenced this off of, must give credit where credit is due ofc

The Dying St. Sebastian by François Fabre

Also this isn't really relevant in the context of this drawing specifically. But I looked thru a bunch of Saint Sebastian paintings while trying to find one I could reference, and I came across this middle ages one that actually looks so much like boy king seb 😭 I guess it really is meant to be!

St Sebastian between St Roch and St Peter by Pietro Perugino

Lmao but do you see the difference between early rennaisance and later work???

#i cannot control myself anymore i must draw dark things :)#past 3/4 drawings have had blood i think 😭😭 old habits returning #BUT THIS SAINTLY OKAY ITS HOLY ITS FINE #also 005. when i said id draw you a saint seb seb i meant it!!!#<- tho mostly you changed your username when i was already drawing saint seb 😭#but i was gonna dedicate it to you anyways :) so funny coincidence #i wasnt gonna put any lore in the read more cause i didnt think i had any #and then i did. as always.#if is say i have nothing to write just give me a min and i will sjdkfk #i dont draw nakedness im surprised this isnt too bad 😭😭#also im happy cause i stopped myself from stressing over it being too overly detailed #loose fabric my behated 😡😡 but then i realized. i dont have to kms over it so i didnt!#still looks pretty good :) but i mostly like his torso face and hair ahhhh #lol also ik saint seb fits older seb better but. i like twink seb okay 🫣 also its an au thing so #MAN I WISH I FINISHED THE COMIC ACCOMPANIMENT #but it just wasnt clicking and i ended up drawing this first instead #but yes humbly please take my seb offering #f1 #formula 1 #<- again absurd to tag this at this point but idc #sebastian vettel #sv5 #catie.art.#martian #<- not inherently in the drawing itself BUT ITS THERE #tw blood #rennaisance muse au

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maverickbabes · 1 year ago

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Maverick teaching you how to ride his motorcycle

You've always wanted to learn how to ride your husband's motorcycle since he always rode it around and it was fun riding with him.

"Alright my love you ready?" Maverick questions with a hint of worry in his emerald green eyes.

"Yes I am" You said a little too confidently and that made him chuckle.

"Okay so what you're going to do...." He begins explaining how to turn on the bike and how to maneuver/control it.

"I got it, watch" You tell him and revved up the engine before kicking the stand back.

He didn't get the chance to stop you as you accidentally release the start button, causing the bike to move forward at a fast pace.

"Shit!" You cursed and tried to get control of the bike but you ended up catching you foot on the gravel, causing you to topple over and fall.

Pete rushed over to you and lifted the bike off your leg then knelt down to aid your leg.

"I'm fine it's just bruised.. Ow" You grumbled out but winced when he gently touched your calf.

"You either fractured it or sprained it. Worse case scenario is you broke it." Maverick says as he wraps his arms under you and stands up, carrying you bridal style.

"Mav I can walk put me down" You tell him trying to wiggle out of his arms but he just tightens his grip and continues to walk to the house.

He twists the knob then kicks the door open before walking inside and kicking the door shut once more. He sets you down on the couch before kissing your head softly.

"Stay here, let me go get the supplies" He says before heading to your guys shared bedroom to get the supplies as you sit there, mad at yourself and in pain.

He comes back seconds later, arms full of the supplies and you look down at your lap - embarassed with the situation.

"Alright let's get you patched up shall we?" He jokes and begins to tend to your leg.

You didn't even notice you were crying until you felt his thumb gently graze your cheek, wiping your tears.

"What's wrong y/n? did I hurt you?" He questions as he moves closer to you and you shake your head.

"I'm so dumb. I was trying to show you that I could do it and I ended up with a sprained or fractured ankle" You said crying softly and he wraps his arms around you.

After him consoling you, you calmed down and felt better which made him happy.

"Next time, let's not to do something like this again my love" He said chuckling and you smacked him playfully in the chest.

A/N: Yayyyy we have a Maverick headcanon (even though top gun summer is over) hope you enjoy darlings!.More writings are coming soon, I'm kind of getting out of my writer's block :))

#top gun maverick #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #top gun fanfiction #pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete mitchell x reader #pete mitchell #pete mitchell fanfiction #maverick x reader #top gun headcanons #tom cruise #top gun movie #top gun fandom #headcanon #headcanons #drabble #hcs #writing ideas #writers block

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sophswritingthings · 1 year ago

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NVM FIGURED OUT PART 7 LOL

So after reader calmed down by Mizu she opens up about how her childhood was always weighing down on her due to be one of the oldest in he family (she has 3 older brothers and this will probably be important later down in the other parts.) and how it was always expected of her to exceed.

She starts to say how her mom even ran away from her dad due to how demented he is and how controlling and manipulative he is. Then talks about how her only sense of security is her three older brothers who suddenly went missing. (They're alive don't worry).

Then Mizu starts to talk about her childhood and past which made reader cry again. Then reader realizes she needs to leave her home in the mountains because she keeps getting ambushed bro 🤬🤬. So she walks into town and declares she's leaving to al of the townsfolk she's been with for year's.

Then she becomes a travelling doctor with her travelling Samurai wife 😸😸😸

(Honestly not my most creative ask but I'm literally in a restaurant rn)

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): swearing, mentions of abuse

a/n: YAYYYY PART 7!! let’s go baby let’s GOOOO

summary: you and your wife have a heart-to-heart talk about your pasts. you decide to finally leave the mountains; leaving behind the memories of your past with them.

word count: 1,100 words / 5,790 characters

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“come on, my love,” mizu whispered, lifting you up bridal style in her arms. she carries you to your bathhouse stripping down your blood soaked clothes and settling you in the bath.

she does the same with her own clothes, sliding in beside you. she rests your head on her shoulder, brushing her fingers through your now wet hair.

“mizu..?”

you pipe up, your voice quiet.

“yes?” she murmurs back, her hand still combing through your hair in an attempt to keep you calm.

“could I… open up to you, about something? like.. my.. childhood?” you turn your gaze fully on her, gazing up into the beautiful blue eyes.

“of course,” she presses a gentle kiss atop of your head.

“it’s always been such a weight on my chest. as if someone was always lying on my chest, suffocating me,” you take in a deep breath. “I was one of the oldest kids in the family; I have three older brothers and a younger brother and a younger sister.”

you breathe deeply. it’s obviously difficult for you to talk about; mizu can see that. she doesn’t want you to hurt. she rubs the back of your head as you begin to speak again.

“I always had to be perfect; I was the eldest girl, I was to be married off to a high-ranking man, blacken my teeth, and move my family up in the world,” you narrow your eyes. “and when I couldn’t be that; I was beat. the idea of perfection was literally beat into me.”

you chuckle a little; trying to lighten the mood, if only a little.

“my mom ran away when I was about sixteen. she escaped my father, thank fucking god,” you sigh. “my dad was always controlling and manipulative with us; but god, especially her. and I had to just… watch it happen. I couldn’t do anything or I’d be the subject of his anger.”

mizu is staring at you. her eyes are wide as the moon; and she looks terrified. yet she looks empathetic; like she understands you. It looks like she’s never understood you more.

“the only comfort I ever had were my older brothers. they taught me everything I know about medicine!” you smile, gazing at up at her. than your gaze downcasts, back to the water, “they went missing, not too long ago. I went back to try and find them. they were gone.”

she nods, slowly moving her hands about the steaming water. she looked to be… contemplating, something.

“yeah. yeah, I had a pretty shitty childhood, too,” she whispers. “I was always believed to be a monster. an onryō. which is pretty apparent.” she scoffs.

you place a hand comfortingly on her shoulder, squeezing it a little. you never thought of her as a monster; all you saw was your beautiful, strong wife.

“my mother never let me go outside; she cut off all my hair, and told me I always had to be a boy—that the bad men were looking for a girl—a girl,” she whispered her last two words. “she would hit me when I tried to go outside. I—just wanted to be like the other children.. but I never could be like them. I was a monster; a demon. I—still am.”

“no,” you narrow your eyes. “you are not a monster and you never were, mizu—“ you can feel yourself getting teary eyed, again, sniffling as you look up at your wife. “—you are my wife. the woman I love; I never saw a monster. and I don’t think I ever will.”

she rests her head against your shoulder, nodding as she closed her eyes in your warmth.

“I-I love you,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around your knees.

“I love you too, my love.”

the next morning you awoke, lying naked in bed with mizu wrapped around you. you were safe and warm in her arms; that much was true.

but the mountains—the mountains were not safe.

as you got up and got dressed, you moved about your house. the place you had lived since you had escaped your fathers grasp; the place that had brought you safety in such horrible times.

but you believed it had served its purpose.

It served as a cover when you were unsafe, when you were at your lowest.. but.. now—

the man who made you so unsafe in this world was dead.

there was no reason for you to hide anymore. you had love, you had light—it was all different now; and this house only held the bad memories of pain and hiding.

it was time you left.

once mizu had woken up, still groggy and half asleep, you brought the idea to her.

“are you sure?” she questioned, her eyes wide under those glasses. “I haven’t yet gotten the information on where I am going.”

“yes,” you were already packing up medicines and food to bring with you. “we can always nestle into a small town, and I could work for a shop for a little; if we need the rest. but I don’t believe it will take that long.”

you were smiling. you were… excited to leave the home you!d known for so long, weirdly.

she lent down and kissed your cheek, “if you're sure,” she nestled her hat onto her head.

“I’m sure, mizu,” you smile softly.

“than let’s get on with it,” she offers you her hand.

“I'd like to let the townspeople know first… is that okay? they’re gotten so used to me, and I’ve made so many friends, here..” your voice trails off.

“of course,” she takes you by the hand, and you make your way down the mountain.

once into the town, you stand atop of a fountain, with the help of mizu who’s holding your hand because she’s too scared you'll fall in.

“um, excuse me? everyone?”

your voice bellows through the small square; catching the townspeople’s attention. it wasn’t a big area; so they all knew you. and you knew all of them.

“I'd like to let you all know that I’ll be leaving the town,” gasps and murmurs surrounded you. “there’s no need to speculate why, it’s nothing scandalous. I simply need to do this; and I will be leaving with my husband,” you gesture to mizu beside you. “my apprentice will be running the shop from now on. I wish all of you well and good fortune for the rest of your time.”

you step off of the fountain, still clasping mizu's hand. you gaze up at her, smiling tenderly.

“ready?”

“ready.”

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a/n: that mizu gif she’s like fuck out my way taigen

#mizu x you #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eyed samurai #ask #asked and answered #fic #new fic #fanfic #fanfiction #request #fic request

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kiwinatorwaffles · 2 months ago

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loathingverse art backlog dump part two YAYYYY

finally made a proper sheet for my design of rufus :3 featuring @mjbear130 's rufus in the gif LMFAOOOO

and some gaye sibs stuff <3

SOME NEW ONES!!! MY SPACE AUTISM DOCTOR AND SHADOW TAM !!!! and bonus doodle with rufus hehe

as usual more info about them are on my toyhouse @ kiwinatorwaffles :D coming later is part three aka the shadow goons uh oh

#shadows over loathing #west of loathing #shadows over loathing oc #west of loathing oc #kiwi’s scribbles #kiwi’s ocs #wol rufus #sol rufus #fandom ocs: the loathingverse by asymmetric #oc: isa kaidou #oc: ivanabe gaye #oc: tam foolleray

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aprillikesthings · 8 months ago

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YOOOOO IT'S MY WEEKEND and I have eaten dinner and it is time for MORE SHE-RA

yayyyy

OH GOD we're getting into the really good shit btw

if I manage not to do a marathon of these it'll be a gd miracle

Usual reminder: this is a REwatch and there's spoilers ahoy, I make a lot of bad jokes, I reference other cartoons

s4 ep10 fractures

okay before we get started

ahahah

I've given in. I'm gonna cosplay Catra. >_< wish me luck, I'm aiming for some kinda loosely post-canon thing, in part because there's no hiding my age at this point, except via like, photoshop pfft

side note the place I was looking at that makes custom fangs based on dental impressions is usually a month and change out, and the con I want to wear this to is in mid-April. *GROAN*

I have tried the cheap ones they don't stay on D:

OKAY

Dialogue is Double Trouble. Why are you even in the room??

oh it's a truth-telling spell lol

(it didn't work)

LOLOL the disbelief in Double Trouble's voice. "Can she do that?"

oh my GOD (yes it's Double Trouble)

but their Adora looks like Johnny Bravo aaahaha

Double Trouble does blow a raspberry at Shadow Weaver, tho, so they're forgiven

Adora explains the Heart of Etheria Project

Shadow Weaver: oooh we can use this to our advantage Me: okay Boromir but NO

Adora's about to blow a fuse, but I would be, too! Like what part of "the planet could explode" is fucking difficult

Meanwhile, Catra is watching porn video feeds of places the Horde has taken

and thinks she spots someone!!!

(she hasn't, and she makes a sad little face when she realizes)

yeah she's being a bitch but also her deranged little face is great

OR EVERYONE COULD DIE. THERE'S ALSO THAT.

YAYYYY

does anyone else remember the old video "what your fave she-ra ship says about you"? this was made just after s4 actually. anyway I'm remembering it because it includes the line "you just want good things for Scorpia. and really, who wouldn't?"

youtube

Daci and I, for a while, couldn't stop quoting the ContraPoints clip used early on to reference "The inherent eroticism of the sea."

"MMmmm yeah. Don't you wanna just...get in there?"

It's a really funny video (I am called out SEVERAL TIMES) and the channel did a bunch of similar videos for other shows.

(also looking at the home page of the channel, she's a she now!!!! HELL YEAH)

Anyway everyone is surprised to see Scorpia :D

And their initial reaction is Not Good D:

the poor thing accidentally stuns Perfuma (...oh god that'S HILARIOUS knowing later stuff)

well that stops Adora in her tracks

back in the Fright Zone, Catra thinks she hears Scorpia's laugh and again is visibly relieved before realizing she's wrong

babygirl you need some rest (and so do your soldiers), you are getting paranoid and hearing things

so what, you're going to torture the rest of the soldiers who haven't left????

(I understand why she does the things she does but I still want to shake some sense into her)

JUST GET SOME GD SLEEP

she tries to call Double Trouble, but they don't answer

I want to give her a hug. But also shake some sense into her.

Another one to add to my "cartoon bondage" collection, as one does. But Perfuma is clearly a little smitten, though: she smiles as she walks away and makes a flower grow in the vines, awwwww

okay oh my GOD okay Scorpia's dialogue is KILLING ME i am CACKLING

"Wow...Yeah, but just-- Shadow Weaver. And at Bright Moon. Everything is making so much sense about why Catra's been acting the way she has."

Adora goes wide-eyed at Catra's name, Shadow Weaver looks at her, and then Adora looks away, pissed off.

like I was saying: SMITTEN

Anyway Scorpia explains why she wants to go find/save Entrapta, who's on Beast Island, and:

bahaha

they relate various stories about the horrors of Beast Island and Shadow Weaver insists they're nicer than the actual place, it's starting to sound like some bad joke about Etheria's version of Australia

I mean also you should go get her because she shouldn't be stuck there but okay

They all decide to go to Beast Island to rescue Entrapta but Glimmer is having NONE of it

Glimmer: "Adora, have you ever heard of anyone coming back from Beast Island? Do you even know where it is?"

I mean, good points, but

aaaugh

Bow: "There's an unstable mass of magic in the middle of the planet. Everyone's at risk unless we can get Entrapta to shut it down."

OKay I'm not typing up the whole damn episode you can read the transcript if you really want to, lol they argue about this for a bit longer, Glimmer even recommends they ask Light Hope how to use it even though that's a terrible idea, Glimmer tries to appeal to Bow but Bow is on Adora's side on this one

oh honey, no

She tries to order Bow and Adora to stay in the castle and not leave

Scorpia's "prison cell" is a very nice spare room. Perfuma brings her a salad and Scorpia doesn't recognize it as food immediately, the poor thing has only ever had ration bars.

Frosta: "It's not a sleepover!!! Perfuma: ":D I'll get pillows, brb!"

But then Frosta asks about her pincers with genuine interest and makes ones for herself out of ice...and Scorpia starts to cry

;_;

GO. TO. BED. oh my god

I RAN OUT OF IMAGES fhghgh okay gonna reblog

#april rewatches spop #fractures #Youtube

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years ago

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Mickey Altieri x AFAB!Reader || Oneshot

*I have been watching Santa Clarita Diet and remembering how cute this man is so I decided to finish this! Yayyyy, Mickey fanfiction.

Plot: You and your best friend Mickey fuck, and to nobodies surprise... it causes issues.

Warnings: Porn with Plot, so yes there's smut and sexual references throughout. Specifically oral (f receiving), slight inebriation, forcefulness, p in v, and a little fingering

"Hey Y/N, just callin' to check in but your phones off, I guess. When you do hear this though, call me back. I was thinkin' we could go to movie, or something."

"So... what, you didn't like the movie idea? Haha. Yeah, I get it, I'm a pain to go to movies with, I know. Thought it was worth a shot, though... Call me back and we'll get a bite or something."

"Are you really doing this? Ignoring me? This is a little junior high, don't you think? Come on."

"Look, Y/N... I hate to pull this card but I gave you an orgasm. You could at least call a guy back for that."

"It was a fucking good orgasm, too, actually, and we both know it. Call back."

"*Sigh*... You came in my mouth Y/N, don't fucken ignore me."

Mickey's messages were becoming increasingly more frustrated, and lewd, and you don't blame him, really! But at this point you're honestly a little scared to talk to him, much less look him in the face.

The tone his voice is developing in these messages is undeniably hot, and you can’t face him the way you're feeling about him right now. The... incident, he's referring to, was a mistake. A slip.

A slip that is still flower fucken fresh in your mind- which is why you can’t face him.

And you try to tell yourself that you were... tired, that day! That it had been a long week, and Mickey is, honestly, objectively... quite an attractive dude! And because he was, well, there, you accidentally… well, you... alright, you don't know what happened. Or how to explain it without sounding awful, or ruining your friendship.

"Ugh," You cut off your own thoughts, tired of thinking about it as you lift your shoulder bag over your head and drop it onto your opposite shoulder passive aggressively, and unlock your dorm door. Then you twist the knob with an eye roll and pull it open. "Class. Shakespeare.” You chant. “That's all you need to be thinking about right now, Y/N. Get your head in the game… "

The moment you leave your room though, you see Mickey leaning on the wall two centimetres from your face and let out a yelp; Jumping back. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks, raising his brows at you from where the side of his head is, resting on the wall.

"To class!?" You exclaim, reeling from the shock of him being right there, waiting for you to come out. Can you run back in and slam the door or would that be going too far?

"Nahhhh, see I don't think so." Mickey moves in closer, causing you to step back, until you're both swiftly back in your dorm. He then closes the door behind him and your heart gives a dreadful thud.

This is absolutely the situation you’ve been trying to avoid. Too emotional, too alone-

"Look, Mick, I'm sorry for ignoring you- that was wrong, but can we talk about this later?” You ask, desperate and almost begging. God, Shakespeare sounds good right now. Even Trigonometry would be great! Anything that will take the heartbeat out of your pants.

“Uh uh uh, see you lost the right to pick a time slot about two messages ago. Now I choose, and I think now is a good time.” He locks the door, then, and you actually wince. Noooooo…

“Fine, Mickey. Uh… what’d you wanna talk about?”

“Oh, you’re gonna play dumb?” He looks surprised, and impressed, and dangerous as he gets closer to you. “Okay, okay… how about we talk about this?”

Then Mickey reaches over, cups your face and drags your mouth to his in a ridiculously heated kiss that makes all the blood in your body rush somewhere other than your brain- which is suddenly quite silent. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, this is not how this should go!- You let the kiss end on its own, though, until he pulls his lips away from yours oh-so-gentle, though doesn’t let go of your face; Just looks darkly down at you, waiting. “About that,” He snaps, and its odd because your friend Mickey has never been the angry sort… always calm, even when he was frustrated. Always cracking jokes. And even now, he doesn’t look vicious or wounded at all, but there’s a definite vibe… something in his voice… that tells you he is totally pissed off. He straightens his head again before his big hands move down to your waist. He turns you around and guides you to the nearest wall.

Breathless, you give a hesitant nod. “… you’re right. We definitely do need to talk about that.”

“Right, yeah, or we could talk about this,” He goes on, pressing what seems to be an erection at full mast into you and you actually have to resist moaning; Biting your bottom lip so it actually hurts. Yeah… that too. “Yeah, we’ll probably have to talk about that too, right? Like, urgently.”

When you open your mouth this time to respond - with what you don’t know, -, Mickey doesn’t let you; Instead swooping down to kiss you again and swallowing all thought from you. God, this just what happened the other night! Mickey’s lips get involved and you turn Idiot. You’re so caught up in the kissing in fact, fighting to keep up with him, tasting him back- that you almost miss the hand going down your pants.

“Ah~ fuck.” You swear, when you feel two strong fingers slip up through your folds, collecting the moisture that he created when he walked in like he did.

“Or we could talk about this… “He murmurs, waving the two fingers between your faces, coated in slick as he makes a mockery of your reaction to him. Then you watch him stare into your eyes and suck on those fingers. “Mm, yeah, I’m not the only one with a problem here. This we definitely gotta discuss, right?? Right!” At that he lets you go entirely, pushing away from you and taking a few steps back in his frustration.

Thank god- you can breath now.

“… Mickey you’re a little manic,” You start, once gathering your composure again quickly. “Are you okay??”

“No I’m not fine!”

“Well… I’m your friend. We can talk this through- “

Before you’ve even got the sentence out, Mickey’s talking over you. “Ughhhhh!” He turns around, upon you again as you press back into the wall and he holds up a stern index at you in some kind of psycho mommy finger. “… That’s the thing,” He whispers. “I don’t think we are friends, Y/N.”

“What?- “

“We fucked.” He says, bluntly, and it makes your face heats up. “And I liked it. And you did too, don’t even- don’t even try to deny it.”

After a moment, you give out a sigh and shake your head; A sad look on your face. “I wont deny it.”

“Great. So, you agree. We can’t be friends anymore. At least not in the traditional sense of the word- I don’t think I can spend another movie night with you,” The way he says ‘movie night’, like they mean nothing to him anymore honestly hurts, but the next words that come out of his mind have you all twisted up inside. “You know, lay my head in your lap and not wanna rip your pants off. So!- what does that leave us?”

“I… I don’t know. We could… “Before your face was warm, but now the areas from your cheeks to your collar bones are piercing hot under the duress of his intense gaze. You wish he would just calm down, and discuss this without all the pressure! “d-date? I gues- “

“Date?? Date? I’ve been your best friend since we were fourteen. Dating is for suckers who don’t know eachother like we do. Fuck dating.”

“Then what!?” You snap, getting tired of his tantrum. Is this going somewhere?? Is he breaking up with you?? If so, can he get it over with and stop embarrassing you!?

“Y/N- FUCK!” He swears, like you’re frustrating him now- any hint of a humorous undertone gone despite the still-calmness of his face.

“Mickey you walk in here, kiss me, lick my precum off your fingers and then start yelling at me. What is your end goal!??”

Mickey’s hands are on you, then, probably leaving indentations in your arms with how tightly he’s holding you. “Y/N, I love you.”

“… “You stop, and close your mouth. He… “What!?” You snap.

“I love you,” He informs, all matter-o-factly, and finally a little grin quirks at the left corner of his mouth. “So we cant be friends anymore. I kinda wanna be more than that.”

You honestly don’t know what to say. Your heartbeat is calming down again to homeostasis after all that hubbub, but you’re anything but calm. This is Mickey- your best friend, the only one who knows you have a crush on Jason Voorhees. This man, who is ridiculously sexy and intelligent, has seen you sick as a dog before, and sobbing after getting broken up with, and stupidly hyped over winning a game- and… he wants to be your boyfriend? You’re dumbfounded, so not much comes to mind as response. In fact, all you manage to squeak out, is “… kinda?”

“Kinda- a lot-… do we need the logistics?”

Despite yourself, your lips fight to quirk up into a small smile. “Altieri, you are a mess.” A hot, manic, mess.

“I’ve been thinking about your pussy all week, what do you really expect?” He asks, grinning back. The lewdness of his words make you groan, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back against the door in light mortification. “What?” he shrugs, “It’s true.”

“… so you like me, huh?”

“Derek said I’m full on whipped, actually.” Mickey clarified, and you can’t help a giggle. He talked to Derek about you? “So can we stop fighting and break one of Randy’s horror flick rules, now?“

“Just a moment,” You stop him, your own mommy finger coming out. He steps back, hands up in surrender even as that amused look stays on his face. A sternness creeps onto your own as you push off the wall, towards him. “I don’t want you to ever come into my room like that again. Don’t kiss me, then yell at me, and tell me you love me like that makes up for it. I mean come on man- were you born in a barn??” You try to add a little humour at the end there, for the moods benefit, and he gives that sexy half smile of his. “… And I promise I’ll always return all your calls from now on- within reason.”

“Done.” He agrees, easy, and you shrug- good. That’s that then, all that you wanted to add. Mickey senses this being the end, too, and meets you halfway in the middle of the room; Curling some of your hair around his ear. “So… “

Looking all hard-done-by, you shrug and offer you hand to him. “Damn, you nympho. Yeah, I guess we can fuck now- Woah!“

He’s already dragging you to your bedroom, and you’re laughing; Your Shakespeare class is forgotten when he pushes you back onto the bed, if it wasn’t already.

~ A week ago ~

Mickey’s lips leave a hot trail all the way from your worn cunt, over your stomach and your breasts, your neck, your jaw and when he finally reaches your lips once again you kiss him back fervour; Finding that you don’t mind the taste of yourself, at all.

Despite cumming already, you spread your legs once again and wrap them around your friends’ hips and arch up into him when he grinds his still-covered erection into your naked pussy; Moaning into his mouth at the rough feeling. You know that this is going to change everything, but damnit- a shit of an essay due tomorrow, one viewing of your favourite movie and only 3 jelly shots caused this! And damn it just feels too good right now to stop it.

Besides- Mickey hasn’t come yet. You wouldn’t leave him without helping him too! What are friends for??

Disconnecting from his lips in order to reach down, you unbutton and unzip him before shoving his pants and underwear down just under his ass- too impatient to get them completely off of him. And, clearly, he’s feeling the same because as soon as his dick is free, he’s plunging it into your sobbing pussy. The groan that escapes him then is downright pornographic- and you certainly aren’t fairing much better, fingertips digging into the mattress.

“We shoulda done this before,” He pants, thrusting in and out of you in a desperate search for release.

You don’t quite hear him, or you tune it out, or you pretend you didn’t hear it, because having heard it would mean responding. And responding would mean accepting that this is happening outside of a really good daydream. And accepting would mean you had to have a conversation, and a conversation could mean a million things including losing your best friend- so, officially, you didn’t hear him. You turn your head into the sheets, grinding your hips in pace with his thrusts, chasing another amazing orgasm from him.

God, you’ve never been fucked like this. It’s never been this good. How is this possible. “Aghhh okay- okay- gonna come. Yeah. Wh- Where- where do you want it?” He pants, struggling with the words as his nuts threaten to bust any second.

You’re on the pill, and he’s wearing a condom, and he just feels so good filling you and stretching you that the idea of him pulling out too early make you want to beg him no, no, no. So you wordlessly shake your head and lock your legs around him, pulling his body flush against your so his cock really goes as far inside you as possible, before pulling Mickey mouth back to yours once again. His tongue meets yours in a very clumsy, needy kiss and he cums right then.

He shoots hard into the rubber wrapped around him. His hips stutter in their thrusts, but he goes on until you follow suit; The knot of pleasure exploding in you once more. The sensation of his shallow, slow thrusts after that are over the top, and oversensitive, but fuck they make you whine louder then any before.

When he slips out of you and lays back on the bed beside you, your heads near the foot of the bed rather then the top and on top of the sheets, you decide to just go to sleep. Feeling like this; Tingly and warm.

Let the mess be a dilemma for future you.

#Mickey Altieri x Reader Oneshot #Mickey Altieri x Reader Smut #Mickey Altieri x Reader Smutshot #Mickey Altieri x Reader #Mickey Altieri #Mickey Altieri Smut #Smut #Oneshot #Slashers #Ghostface #Scream #Scream 2

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abysstwins · 2 years ago

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my take on sagau ... ♡

if you cant tell , my mental sillies make me a sucker for the obsessive cult aspect of sagau (burn me at the stake i guess) but idk the whole "imposter" thing feels weirdddddd i always prefer creator!reader to be like isekai'd into teyvat yk (can you tell i used to be obsessed with the kuroshitsuji time travel au .....) ?? anyways have this while i decide if i want this to be a full series or just a mini series

notes : gn!reader , creator!reader , r is not traveler , they them used , this - like most of my writing - is self indulgent hinted with some projection , bulleted list cause its 4am when im typing this and acrylic nails suck , i mainly refer to reader as either r or creator enjoy <3 i wrote this while listening to this playlist ♡

okay so i feel like the self awareness began longgggg before this takes place ok

starts out with traveler , then albedo , then kaeya , etc

it takes a while but albedo finally finds a way to bring r to teyvat

i imagine that the acolytes can hear r when they play (esp the traveler)

if you're like me and dote on all of the characters you have they eat that shit uppppp bro

anyways so now r is isekai'd into teyvat yayyyy

it takes them a whileeeee to get used to being an all-powerful being cause like .......... ??? social anxiety ?? inability to communicate with neurotypical people ? depressive and manic eps ?????? mood swings ?????

eventually they kinda fall in the swing of things

damn if i was stuck in teyvat id just deal with it. you got some other way out ???

i view the acolytes as being obsessive in nature once r is like ....... there with them ( with due respect , that is the "creator" n all .... )

immediately wanting you to find a suitor ( or multiple )

by like the second month of being in teyvat r is WORNNNNN OUTTTT

everyone basically walks on egg shells around them oHMY GODDDDD

r has to basically beg the acolytes to stop being WEIRDDDDDDDDD

they feel weird being treated like a god ( well ....... )

they do kinda like their dreamy palace tho <3 its nice n has really cozy beds to nap in

their acolytes are also more than eager to nap with them om gee

r is a big fan of hanging out with the twins ( i like to think they're reunited when the creator comes to teyvat <3 ) they've all been to so many diff worlds they have a lot to chat about ( and also the twins are really the only charas to be semi chill around r )

oh ok random but also

r is visiting mondstadt and plays minecraft songs on the lyre and everyone goes CRAZYYYY

"it's their divinity's holy songs!!!!" cue the inner giggling cause its literally just minecraft music you memorized in like middle school

r is lowkey a huge flirt too once they get comfortable in teyvat ( they most likely hope this is just a dream and when they return home if they return home ...... that it'll have no real consequence cause it's EMBARASSINGGGG )

this leads to

well

jealousy lol

the acolytes basically beg them to find a consort or suitor or whtvr ( or even multiple :thumbsup: )

r tries to be fair and choose like 3 from each nation but cmonnnn ,,,,, wom en fdjfheskrf.vja

genshin makes me [ cries in bisexuality ] i wanna make out with like half of the characters

anyways def lots of fights between the nations about where their aforementioned palace will go ( r decides to station in inazuma , preferably near kokomi's shrine place ) and since r can still use the teleport points , it's fine by them if they wanna visit venti for some dandelion wine or zhongli for tales and tea

overlooking the whole imposter or villain au's i like to think being isekai'd into teyvat would be pretty chill

oooo r def likes to hangout / help out in bakeries n stuff

they're also besties with hu tao ( they kiss sometimes probably )

r and cyno have so many inside jokes pls help

idk maybe i'll continue this later or add onto it but im sleepy night guys

#genshin impact #genshin #creator!reader #sagau #sagau fluff #self aware genshin #self aware genshin au #sagau x reader #i love angst n gore but im also a sucker for fluffy obsession #gods pls let this reach the right ppl #i want more ppl to talk ab sagau with

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elianamarie-blog · 4 years ago

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could you maybe do an eric forman x reader where they go to a halloween party and the reader dresses up as Leia from star wars and eric absolutely m e l t s it can be spicy or fluffy or both lol i’m deprived of eric content

I’ll be so happy to do that for you! :)

Eric x Reader

October 24, 1977

Point Place, Wisconsin

Eric Forman’s Basement

“What’s everybody doing for Halloween?” Donna asked as she sat down next to Eric and Kelso.

“Oh, probably going to eat a lot of candy and cry myself to sleep,” Eric commented. “Being alone on this holiday isn’t fun.”

Y/n was sitting in the lawn chair adjacent from him and set down the magazine she was reading on her lap. “What do you mean? It’s not like it’s Christmas,” she laughed.

“Yeah, but with Halloween, girls can dress up as slu-aaaa--” Eric stammered while staring at an amused y/n.

“Like what, Eric?” Y/n asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“Uh,” Eric stuttered once more and cleared his throat. “Like, uh, slugs. Girls can dress up like slugs.”

“Nice save,” Hyde chuckled.

“Yeah, but Halloween is better,” Fez piped up. “You get all kinds of free candy.”

“Well, Fez, people get candy on Christmas too,” Jackie mentioned and sat on Kelso’s lap.

“Yeah, but my host parents don’t allow me to eat as much candy on Christmas and since they don’t celebrate Halloween, I have to hide it from them,” Fez replied sourly.

“Well, that’s sad,” Y/n said.

“You know what’s sad?” Hyde asked, sitting from his usual spot with his feet up on the table and arms crossed. “Halloween is on a Monday this year, so we can’t do anything.”

“Well, we can still have it the weekend of,” Donna suggested. “Like, this weekend?”

Everyone looked at each other,

“Yeah, that sounds good,” they all agreed.

“Saturday night, here in the basement?” Eric asked, looking at everyone for approval.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds good,” everyone agreed, except for y/n.

“Y/n?” Eric asked, causing y/n’s heart to jump in her chest. “You coming?”

Y/n’s brain jumbled for a minute with Eric’s doe eyes staring at her. “Y-yeah,” she stuttered. “I’ll be there.”

“Great!” he exclaimed. “Saturday night it is!”

“Yayyyy,” Y/n mumbled under her breath as she turned her attention back to the magazine.

--Time Skip--

Later that week at the Halloween store, y/n, Jackie, and Donna were shopping around for their costumes.

“What are you guys wanting to go as?” Jackie asked as she picked up a French maid costume. “I think I’m going to go as this and Michael will be my lord.”

Y/n and Donna snickered.

“What?” Jackie asked innocently.

“I think Kelso might expecting a little bit more than a house cleaning,” Y/n giggled and laughed when she saw Jackie’s face blush a deep crimson.

“What are you going as, Donna?” Jackie asked, quickly changing the subject.

“I don’t know,” she answered absent-mindedly. “Casey is going to be there, so I have to look foxy.”

“You’re still going out with him?” Y/n asked, not hiding her judgment. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with him.”

“I know, but he’s so dreamy,” Donna responded with a smile and pulled a sexy devil costume out.

“That would look good on you,” Y/n commented.

“Thanks, I might go as this,” she said off handedly and looked at y/n. “What about you? What’re you going as?”

“I don’t know,” she responded and pulled out a sexy nurse costume. “I don’t see anything that sticks out to me.”

“Maybe you should get that one costume we talked about,” Jackie said with a suggestive smile.

“No,” Y/n said quickly with wide eyes and shook her head. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“What? What isn’t going to happen?” Donna asked excitedly.

“Nothing,” Y/n said and walked away.

“Oh, c’mon, y/n. We’re best friends. You can tell me anything,” Donna badgered.

“No, really, it’s nothing.”

“I think we should tell her,” Jackie agreed. “She was bound to find out sooner or later.”

“No, I’d rather not do this right now,” Y/n begged. “Please, please drop it.”

“Okay, now I need to know!” Donna said with a wide smile.

“C’mon, y/n, just tell her. It’s not like it’s a big deal anymore,” Jackie said.

“It kind of is,” Y/n said quietly.

“What is?!” Donna almost shouted, causing some people to turn to look at them.

Y/n looked around her for a minute, contemplating saying anything before finally throwing in the towel. “Okay, fine. But, before I do, please promise me you won’t get mad at me.”

Donna knitted her eyebrows together. “Why would I be mad at you?”

A nervous noise came out of y/n as she wrung her hands together before nervously looking at Jackie who signaled for her to continue. “Well, um...okay, it’s uh--” she looked over to Donna who was staring at her with wide and curious eyes, “Okay, here’s the thing--”

“Oh, for the love of God just spit it out!” Donna said impatiently.

“Okay,” Y/n said, starting to sway a little. “It’s, uh, Princess Leia.”

Donna giggled. “You were nervous about telling me you’re going to go as Princess Leia?”

“Well...yeah.”

This time Donna laughed. “That’s funny because Eric would really love--” she gasped. “Oh my God. You like Eric?!”

Y/n made a face as she just stepped on a bug and heard a nasty crunch. “Yeah.”

“For how long?” Donna asked, all humor gone.

Y/n sighed and rubbed her forehead. She wanted to run out as fast as the flash out the door. “Not very long,” she admitted.

“When you mean not long, do you mean after me and Eric broke up?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, sort of.”

“What do you mean sort of?”

“Sort of as in yes,” Y/n answered quickly and nervously.

“What--? How--?”

“Well, after you two broke up, Eric really needed someone to talk to and I was the only one that would listen without getting annoyed,” Y/m defended. “And during that time, he was vulnerable and just really sweet and it made me look at him in a whole new light.”

Donna was quiet for a moment making both Jackie and y/n nervous.

“I’m really sorry, Donna,” Y/n said. “I didn’t mean it for it to happen. It’s just that--”

Donna giggled making y/n to stop talking and stare at her in confusion. “Y/n, it’s okay.”

“Wait, really?” Y/n and Jackie asked in unison.

“Yeah,” Donna answered. “We broke up months ago and I’m dating Casey now. And the fact that you hesitated to do anything really means a lot to me. You’re a great friend.”

“Oh, thank you,” Y/n said, sighing in relief.

“And if you want to pursue anything with him, you have my blessing,” Donna said.

“Wow, Donna. Thank you,” she replied and gave her a hug. “You’re the best.”

“It’s no problem. Besides, now you’re the one has to deal with all the Star Wars references,” Donna sang-song as she walked passed y/n to go buy her costume.

--Time Skip--

The party’s music was blaring from the Forman’s basement that night. Kitty and Red had gone over to the Pinciotti’s house for their Halloween--much against Red’s will. A lot of people showed up, making the basement loud. Donna went as a sexy devil, Jackie went as a sexy French maid, Kelso was dressed up in robe playing lord of the manor, Fez as Frank N. Furter from Rocky Horror Picture Show...again, and Hyde didn’t dress up, because, well it’s Hyde. Casey surprised everyone by actually showing up and could barley keep his hands off of Donna. And Eric, of course, dressed up as Luke Skywalker.

Donna and Casey sat in the lawn chair, her in his lap while he whispered sweet nothings. Jackie and Kelso hung around the washer and dryer machine with Hyde, drinking beers and talking. Eric was hanging around with Fez, a Darth Vader, and a Tinker Bell. Eric was trying not to look at Fez’s pale legs while geeking out with Darth Vader and Tinker Bell. The only person missing was y/n.

“So, when Luke Skywalker blew up the Death Star--” he continued his story, but stopped when Hyde clapped a hand on Eric’s shoulder.

“Hey, man, you’re girlfriend is here,” he joked.

“What? I don’t have a girlfriend,” Eric said confused.

Hyde pointed to the door. Eric’s gaze followed to where he was pointing and could feel his heart stop for a moment. Y/n was standing at the door dressed as Princess Leia. If he was being honest with himself, she looked stunning. He never knew someone could look more beautiful than she did right now. He had always thought she was attractive, but he was always in love with Donna, but ever since they broke up, he found himself liking her more than just a friend. Even though y/n wasn’t as big of a fan of Star Wars herself, he still loved that he was able to be himself and geek out with her and not feel judged by it.

She made eye contact with him and made her way over to him.

“Hey!” she greeted cheerfully. “We match!”

“Uhhhh...y-yeah,” he stuttered. “You, uh, you-you look great.”

Y/n curtsied making Eric chuckle. “Thank you, Mr. Skywalker. You look great yourself.”

Tinker Bell had gotten bored and walked off while Fez and Darth Vader stayed to ogle at y/n.

“Hey, so what cha doing later?” Darth Vader asked.

Y/n looked around the party with a mild confused look. “Uh, this?”

Darth Vader chuckled. “I meant after the party.”

“Going home,” she stated.

Darth Vader nodded his head. “Got it.”

“Thanks,” she said, grateful that he wasn’t going to push her. He walked off, leaving the three of them.

“And I’m going to go find a drunk girl,” Fez said and sauntered off.

Eric and y/n stood alone; Y/n’s heart beating out of her chest. “So, nice party. A lot more people showed up than I thought.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Eric replied, a smile growing on his cute face. “Thanks for coming.”

“Oh, you know I wouldn’t miss it.”

Eric couldn’t stop himself for staring at y/n from head to toe. “You really do look great tonight though.”

She smiled shyly at him. “Thank you.”

“Hey, Forman!” Hyde called from nearby the washer and dryer. “Keg is here. Help me do a keg stand.”

Eric pointed his thumbs over his shoulder. “Duty calls.”

“Yeah,” Y/n replied nodding her head. “I’m going to get a drink.”

“Hey, I’ll catch you later?”

Y/n nodded. “Okay.”

She watched him walk off and hold Hyde by the ankles as he drank straight from the tap. Y/n chuckled to herself as she turned to the shower and grabbed a beer. She popped it open and went over to Donna and Jackie to talk to them.

“Wow, look at you,” Jackie gushed. “Looking sexy.”

“Awe, thanks Jackie,” she said, blushing.

“I saw that you caught the attention of someone,” Donna said seductively and subtly glanced over at Eric who was too into making sure Hyde didn’t fall on his face to notice y/n sitting on the couch. She had purposely had her dress hiked up to expose her right thigh, but still covering to be decent.

Eric wanted to look but he couldn’t take the chance of being distracted.

“Okay, Forman, your turn,” Hyde slurred as he was lowered down.

“Wait! I have something better,” Kelso called out and brought out a funnel and a tube. “Gotta do this right.”

“Hell yeah!” Hyde whooped and connected the tube to the funnel.

Eric got down on one knee and put the tube to his mouth as Hyde started quickly filling up the funnel with cans of beer.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” everyone at the party chanted as Eric successfully drained four cans of beer.

Eric stumbled back up and burped as he swayed a little. “I’m going to feel that buzz here in a minute.”

Y/n laughed as she watched the guy she liked come over and sit beside her. “What cha talkin’ about good lookin’?”

Y/n squinted her eyes at him while chuckling. “How drunk are you right now?”

“It’s more of a buzz going on,” he confessed. “But this confidence is real.” He clicked his tongue and pointed at himself.

“Hey, y/n, you wanna give this a go?” Hyde asked.

“Yes, do a keg stand!” Kelso shouted.

“No,” Y/n said quickly and firmly. “I’m not giving you another reason to look up my dress.”

“Kill joy!” Kelso shouted, now in a drunken stupor.

“I will drink from the tube though,” she said to Hyde who nodded in approval.

As she walked over to Hyde, grabbed the tube, and got on her knees, Hyde nodded approvingly. “Oh, yeah. Get on them knees.”

“Shut up, you idiot and just start,” Y/n said.

“That’s what she said too!” Hyde threw his head back laughing.

“Just give me the beer!” she shouted, laughing at her friend’s stupidity.

“Alright, alright, alright, calm down,” he responded and started pouring the beer down the funnel.

The fizz of the beer burned as it quickly went down her throat. The fizz was going into her nose causing her eyes to water, but she refused to stop. As everyone chanted around her to keep going, she forced herself to focus on ingesting the beer instead of Eric, who was watching her intently.

Hyde ended up pouring three beers in the funnel before she brought the tube up, careful not to spill. Everyone cheered and she got off the floor, her knees cracking from sitting on the concrete floor.

“Damn, color me impressed,” Hyde said. “I thought you’d only be able to do one.”

“Please, I’ve been drinking with you morons for the past year and a half. I have a higher tolerance now.”

Hyde grinned, “You’re welcome.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” y/n said and suddenly felt her skin heat up. “I’ll be right back.”

She walked out the basement and up the stairs, feeling that autumn breeze cool down her burning skin. She breathed in the cool evening air and sat on the porch. She leaned her head back and listened to the wind rattling the trees and crunchy leaves fly their way down the driveway.

She sat there like that for a minute or two before a voice caused her to snap her eyes open.

“Hey, you alright?”

Eric sat down next to her as she lazily turned her head to look at him. She could feel the alcohol starting to slush around her head, but it was a good buzz. “Yeah, ‘m fine,” she responded and looked back up at the night’s sky. “Just getting a breather. Started getting hot in there.”

“Yeah, when you’ve had a few beers and have a lot people around you, the air tends to heat up quick,” he commented.

Y/n hummed in response and looked back at him. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Oh, well, I saw you leave and wanted to make sure you were enjoying the party.”

“Oh, me? I’m having a marvelous time.”

“Why did that sound sarcastic?” he deadpanned.

Y/n giggled. “It’s not. I really am having a great time.”

Eric gave her a single nod. “Good.” His wrung his hands as he struggled to find the right words. Y/n had her eyes closed again, so she didn’t notice his nervousness. “You really do look good tonight.”

Y/n opened her eyes once more and looked at him. “Thank you, Eric. You look good too.”

“No, I mean, you look really beautiful.”

Y/n blushed at his words and stood up, pretending to stretch. In reality, it was a way to cover up her nerves. “Thank you, Eric. That’s really sweet.” She smiled at him as he stood up to stand in front of her. “Shall we go back in?”

“Uh, yeah, but before we do,” he began and grabbed her arm, stopping her from turning around. “Um, if you’d like to grab a burger with me--o-or, you know, catch a movie, that would be cool.”

“Oh,” Y/n asked in surprise. “Just you and me?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, his nerves shining through. “If you want to of course.”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” she smiled at him.

“Okay, good. I was afraid that you were going to say no. Because I really li--”

He was cut off by her lips quickly meeting his. She wasn’t sure if it was the newfound confidence or the alcohol, or maybe even both, but she felt like the time was right.

“And you kissed me?” Eric asked, confused.

“Oh my God,” Y/n said, embarrassed. “Did I read the signs wrong? I’m so sorry. I’m so dumb. I thought you were asking me out--”

Now she was interrupted by Eric’s hand wrapping around her neck and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. She didn’t need to wait for her to completely melt into the kiss and placed her hands on either side of his face. She felt the universe line up and butterflies erupt in her stomach.

As he pulled away, he looked into her eyes. “I was.”

“Okay, so I’m not dumb,” she said lowly and chuckled to herself.

“No, not at all,” he said and captured her lips once more. “Tomorrow night, I’ll pick you up at seven.”

She nodded and brought him in for another kiss, completely forgetting where she was for a moment until, “Alright! Get it, Eric!”

Eric and y/n broke their amorous kiss and looked to see Kelso, Hyde, Donna, Jackie, Fez, and Casey watching them.

“Hey, would you look at that. Foreplay has some moves,” Casey commented, making Donna lightly smack him in the chest.

“Bout damn time too,” Hyde said. “I was getting tired of hearing about his feelings towards y/n.”

Y/n flushed in embarrassment and hid her face in Eric’s chest.

“Uh, guys? Can we get a little privacy here?” Eric deadpanned.

“Sure, sure,” Fez said. “Hey, Eric. If you see her boobs, please describe them to me.”

Y/n and Eric looked at him with the most annoyed expression.

“Shut up, Fez!”

#that 70s show #That '70s Show #i know for a fact that some of you know us ;)#Eric Forman #eric forman x reader #Steven Hyde #jackie burkhart #fez #Michael Kelso #Donna Pinciotti #casey kelso

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bkfics · 4 years ago

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Osaka, 7:30 a.m.

You're already up cooking a healthy breakfast for everyone because today is the match between Schweiden Adlers and MSBY Black Jackals

You're so excited for this and you really want the team you're managing for to win, you're the manager of Schweiden Adlers

But the excitement is not alone, there's also this strange feeling that something might happen, bad or really bad. So now you're filling your head with questions like: What if you guys lose? What if someone makes a mistake and gets hurt? What if someone is sick before the match? You know the boys didn’t want to watch any footage nor didn’t want you to give them any informations about the other team because they want to play having fun and feel the adrenaline rush, they really don't want to know any weaknesses or strengths of the MSBY

Even if you think that they're so childish, you understand them, but you don't want to see them lose, because you know that they keep practicing really hard.

‘Okaasan (mom) what are you cooking?’

You turn around and smile at your princess, Kisara

‘I’m cooking pancakes, your favourites’

‘YAYYYY PANCAKESSSS!!’ your daughter cheerfully shouts

You chuckle at her silliness

‘Isn’t your onii-chan (older brother) awake yet?’

‘Nope’

‘Can you wake him up, please? You guys need to get ready’

She nods and goes off to their room

A few minutes later, they enter the kitchen and your son, Kazuhiko, runs towards you with a big smile ready to jump and hug you

‘OKAASANNN GOOD MORNINGG!’

‘Goodmorning, my handsome prince. Did you sleep well?’

You asked as you embrace him, then you sit him and his sister to the table to eat breakfast.

You go make your own breakfast and sit with them. You keep staring and smiling at the sight of your children eating happily and you just couldn’t help but feel happy.

They’re now three years old and they’re the reason for your sunny smile. You’re really thankful to have such wonderful blessings.

And honestly, you think that the more you look at them, the more they remind you of their father, Sakusa Kiyoomi, because they look exactly like two mini-versions of him, a little girl and a little boy.

You don’t know how he’s been in the last 3 years because you decided to not have any social accounts on the internet, and you also wonder how is his family doing, because it’s been a while since you saw and heard from them, unfortunately you don’t know any ways to contact them unless you go to their house, but.. you remember that..

After the break up, everything that reminds you of him is too much for your heart, there’s this feeling on your chest, it’s like a node that keeps tightening your heart the more memories keep playing on your head.

‘Stop thinking about him, nothing’s gonna change the fact that he left’ You tell yourself in your head

‘Mom, are you okay?’ Kisara worriedly asks

‘Yes? Ah, yes I’m okay honey, why?’ you reply back

‘Because you look really sad’ She answers back and starts getting sad too, while her brother is eating his meal nonchalantly.

‘Don’t worry, honey, I’m okay, finish your breakfast and go brush your teeth.’ You tell them so you won’t be late

‘Yes, mom’ both of them replied

‘Oh, right, your uncle Ryota will be back today. He will pick you up at Aunt Satsuki and then you’ll go to the Arena to watch the game, okay?’

They got really surprised that Ryota is finally coming home

They both yelled ‘OTOOSANNN (dad) IS COMING HOMEEE!!’ at the same time

You just let them call him ‘dad’. This started when one day they got home really sad because all the kids in the kindergarten got picked up by their dads most of the time and when the kids asked the twins why their dad never picks them up, they couldn’t and didn’t know what to say

They started to call him dad when you three were hanging out with Ryota and the twins subconsciously called him ‘Otoosan’ and he got really surprised, but he never denied nor told them that he wasn’t their real dad, instead he just let them

You’re really grateful, but one day they will find out the truth and you don’t know how will they react. You really fear that day, because you feel that they’re not going to trust you like they are trusting you now…

After a few minutes, you’re all ready to leave the house

‘Let me put your shoes on and let’s go to aunt Satsuki’s home.. also’ you said ‘also’ with a stern voice.

‘She accepted to look after you when she has no work, so you better not stress her out, okay?’

They nod really fast and nervously, but you find that really cute and adorable.

You are now having a conversation with Satsuki after arriving at her house, the conversation’s really going well that you have lost track of the time and fortunately Kagayema called asking why you’re not in the venue yet

After the call you say bye to the kids and Satsuki and hop on the car. Carefully driving fast the 20 minutes gap between you and the Arena

You surprised yourself by the parking you just did, but you don’t have time to congratulate yourself for the outstanding parking

You sprint to the entrance and look for the boys for a good 5 minutes, but you can’t find them so you decide to give up and call Kageyama

‘Yes, Y/N-san?’

‘Kageyama-kun, i tried to find you but i still ended up at the entrance, where are you?’ After that sprint, you’re trying to catch your breath

‘Y/n-san, are you okay? You’re breathing really hard, calm down a bit’

‘Yes, i’m okay. I just ran from the parking to here, by the way, are you coming here?’

‘Ah, i’m coming right now. I was just talking to some friends from high school days. I’ll let you meet them, is that alright?’

‘Yes, no problem at all’ Friends from high school? You ask yourself if he ever said anything about his high school days

You see Kageyama and someone else coming and you walk towards him

‘Kageyama-kun, i’m really *breath* sorry, I thought i was *breath* really going to be late’

‘Relax, you’re just in time y/n-chan’ Hoshiumi says while giggling

You don’t really get why he’s giggling, but then you see your own reflection on a glass, and your hair is really messy right now

Now that you know, you glared at him, giving him chills on his back

Hoshiumi stops his giggling and you go with them to the locker rooms, and Kageyama tells you to wait for a moment

Then he comes back with an orange-haired boy, shorter than Kageyama, but he’s really a sunny guy, you think that whenever he goes in any room, he could probably start a party, he’s like a sunshine

‘Y/n-san, this is Hinata. Hinata this is y/n-san, our manager’ Kageyama says while having some kind of competition

You greet him and say ‘Nice to meet you, Hinata’

Before Hinata could speak, Kageyama says ‘He and I were in the Karasuno volleyball club together’

‘Oh, so you were the one who considered Kageyama-kun as his rival, got it!’ You say jokingly

‘Well, he’s still my rival though, can you tell me if he’s gotten worse.. hmm.. how should i call you? He asks with a big smile

You say ‘I’m L/N F/N, but you can call me with my first name, Y/N’

‘Well, y/n-san, did Kageyama get worse??’ Why do his eyes have sparkles?

‘That.. you’ll see during the match, Hinata-kun, and you should be the judge for that’

‘I’ll see how bad you got, Kageyama’ Is this how their friendship works?

‘This midg-‘ Oh, he stopped himself.

‘Y/n, i’ll briefly introduce you my teammates, hehehe.. do you see that boy with piss- i mean the blond hair? He’s Atsumu’

You giggle to how Atsumu was looking straight to Hinata’s soul without him noticing it, and he continued introducing them to you

‘Hmm..’

You’re confused as to why he has stopped and you’re wondering if he’s looking for someone in the hallways

‘Are you okay, Hinata-kun?’ you ask him

‘We’re missing someone, where’s Saku‘ Saku? Who’s Saku? Is he someone new? you ask in your head

You and the others turn around when you heard a door opening and you heard a familiar voice, catching everyone’s attention

‘You’d better have all gotten your flu shots.’

That voice.. isn’t that..? There’s no way that’s him, right?

As you’re hoping that it isn’t him..

There he is, standing straight at the door, with his face mask on, the man you fell in love with, the man your kids asked for over a year, yet you couldn’t tell them about him, and also the one who decided to leave you to pursue his career as a Pro Volleyball Player

At the sight of him, you can’t move your feet, you’re frozen and paralyzed, you just keep staring at him and have so many questions filling your head

Then, after he finished scanning and asking everyone, he turns his head at you and sees your little figure, you can tell that he’s in pure shock and that he’s surprised

‘Sakusa Kiyoomi’

‘L/N F/N’

You two whispered at the same time

masterpost | prologue | II.

FACTS:

Momoi Satsuki is another character from Kuroko no Basket and she was Kise’s manager in Junior High School

Y/N was Kageyama’s manager in Junior High Schoo, and when she first Kise she got immediately comfortable with him because his childness/silliness reminded her of Oikawa

The name ‘Kisara’ means ‘princess’

While the name ‘Kazuhiko’ means ‘a respectable man’

@rrroadkill @samwise-though @lola2001 @velociraptorenthusiast @mjade1321 @farmertoshi @kurosiee @googiembul @hohoshiumi @floralkawa @miwtze

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20doozers · 1 month ago

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★Ghost boy★

TW: Spectrophilia/Phasmophilia, Ghost!gustav, haunting, romance between the living and the paranormal, needy Gustav that wants all of your attention, cold/no pulse Gustav, mentions of sex, m!reader, a bit of teasing, tickling

A/n: short fic I’m sorry guys

Being haunted wasn’t like the horror movies and paranormal shows portrayed it, well at least not when it came to m/n. M/n had a ghost in his house named Gustav, he was sweet and helped around the house when he could, returning lost items, playing harmless jokes, etc. m/n never believed in the paranormal much, thinking ghosts and hauntings were made up for money, but Gustav had changed that perspective and m/n was happy to have him around.

One may think m/n was crazy, after all most people who “had sex with a ghost” were. But this felt more real, sure he had no pulse or heartbeat, but his moans and little whimpers were just too sweet to resist going back for more. The affection was casual but never limited, m/n often feeling invisible hands or phantom breaths on his skin, only to be ambushed by a needy Gustav moments later. Gustav was a very social creature, often wanting affection like hugs and to cuddle up in bed with m/n most nights, after all wandering around the house was quite lonely.

Waking up with a naked Gustav curled into his side wasn’t uncommon, whether it have been a passionate night with sex or an innocent means for skin to skin contact while they both slept; but what did stick out was the way he always nuzzled closer, his head always ending up on m/n’s bare chest so he’d play with his hair or kiss his head, neither of which m/n ever objected to. Matter of fact m/n never denied gustav’s affection, sure he was a ghost and maybe m/n was insane and hallucinating, but this was the happiest he’d been in a long time so therefore m/n didn’t care very much.

Gentle beams of sunlight filtered in through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the two naked men who were cuddling in bed, exchanging soft kisses and touches.

“Mmh.. Gustav..” M/n sighed when Gustav pressed his lips against his, m/n’s arms wrapping around the ghost’s waist and pulling him close. Gustav let out a soft murmur into the kiss. It was late afternoon and the two didn’t care. M/n didn’t have work and Gustav was a ghost, so free days like this were their favorites. The bed was warm despite gustav’s cold skin, his lips eternally soft against m/n’s as they kissed. The kisses were slow and gentle, sweetly exchanged as m/n’s hands wandered over gustav’s skin, memorizing it to his memory for the millionth time.

M/n pulled back from the kiss to give Gustav a sleepy look, smirking as he gripped at gustav’s ass and teased a fingertip over his entrance, earning a quiet moan from Gustav, the ring of muscle puckering under his finger.

“M/n…. ‘M still sore leave me alone..” Gustav whined, his soft plead earning a little chuckle from m/n.

“I thought ghosts didn’t get sore?” M/n hummed, raising a teasing eyebrow at the ghost boy as one of gustav’s hands roamed over the bare skin of his back.

“Shut up..” Gustav huffed, pouting at m/n for a moment. But soon Gustav broke out into a fit of giggles, m/n’s hands tickling his sides and making him try to squirm away.

“Ah- no- stooop!” Gustav whined between giggles, weakly pushing away m/n’s hands and sitting up. He huffed and pulled the covers tight, making sure m/n’s sneaky hands couldn’t get him.

“Oh c’mon baby come back.. I’m just playing around pretty boy.” M/n pleaded, pouting at Gustav with puppy eyes, making gustav giggle as m/n climbed up to straddle him.

“Cmon.. let’s go shower hm? Maybe a bath and relax for a bit? Cant leave your poor lover to shower alone can you?” M/n hummed, smiling when gustav gave a little nod, the two of them getting up and going to go shower together.

YAYYYY! Everyone rejoice for I finally had the motivation for a somewhat Halloween fic. I had more ideas but I have been overworking myself and don’t really have the energy, I’m sorry for letting you guys down with such a short fic. Life has been busy and extremely stressful and writing fics is hard to do in my tiny bit of free time. Anyway, happy Halloween if u celebrate! Love you guys!

Tags: @itsmealaiahh @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @cherry-rawr @d0wn-in-the-morgue @divinelolita (let me know if you wanna be added to my tag list!)

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you-did-well-moon · 4 years ago

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The Warmth Provided (3)

Type: Fluff, Angst, Crack, College Au, Friends to lovers Au

A/N: Aaand the third and final part is here yayyyy. Did you guys enjoy this mini series?? I really hope you did. Small disclaimer, not all requests I receive will be as big as this! It’s not a real fic if Jackson isn’t in it (i’m kidding) but dang Sungjin really went for it. As my friend Bun said, someone bring a mop bc we need to clean up the mess Sungjin made. Don’t be afraid to talk to me!!

TW: Awkward situations, cussing, toxicity and unrealistic depiction of Sungjin

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3

You got to sleep in since it was a Saturday, and you had no classes on Saturdays. You woke up a little past noon feeling as energized as you had in a while. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel tired even upon just having woken up. There was no soreness or exhaustion plaguing you. Just placidity in the wake of starting the day and anticipation for what the day bought you.

With the weekend, you finally had time to actually make yourself breakfast instead of eating cereal or nothing at all. You cooked yourself something simple with eggs, bacon, and a pancake since you very well deserved it. You hummed happily to yourself having turned on the Tv for some background noise which paired with the sizzling of the pan on the stove and the sun’s light filtered through the curtains in front of the window.

You ate your breakfast calmly scrolling through the social media apps on your phone not at all in a hurry since the party didn’t start until 8. Even if you didn’t feel as tired as you did other days, it still felt good to stay at home comfortable and wrapped up in your favorite blankets catching up on your favorite show. You weren’t running all around campus and town trying to balance your school and personal life.

You eventually got in the shower staying under the warm water for longer than you had to enjoying it as the tension left your body relaxing when the drops of water traveled down the slopes of your body.

You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about what you would say to Sungjin once you got there. Demand for him to tell you why he was acting so weird? Ease into it? Guilt him into it? You groaned squeezing the shampoo out of your hair and reaching for a towel. Having Jae there would probably distract you. No matter what, you had to avoid Jae as much as you could.

Even if he was the one that invited you, you needed to fix whatever was burdening your friendship with Sungjin. You could deal with your lovesick self later. When your brother wasn’t acting like such a stranger. An annoying stranger at that.

You stayed in your towel drying yourself off and rubbing lotion on your body. You cleaned your face letting your cleanser dry off before beginning to apply your makeup on. You went for a very light look. You were never one for heavy makeup. You did get a little creative with the eyeshadow, but you didn’t want to mess with the rest of your face afraid of smudging something.

You didn’t really do anything special to your hair. Letting the soft strands down and making it look nice enough for a party. You started getting ready a bit early since you knew you’d get stuck when it came to picking an outfit. Standing there with your closet door open in a towel with your hair and makeup done, you bit your lip cursing yourself for not going shopping earlier in the month.

Eventually you picked some leather high waisted leather shorts, a very short crop top you would never go near your father or mother with, and fishnets with black combat boots to finish the look. Looking outside your window at the trees slightly swaying you knew you’d get cold. Looking around your room you saw Jae’s jean jacket hanging off your chair.

You stared at it for what felt like an eternity hesitation pooling in your stomach, but you eventually aggressively shrugged it on, figuring you could give it back to Jae and stick it out if you got too cold. Checking the time, and you realized you had half an hour before the party started.

Shrugging your shoulders you dug through your jewelry for what might go with your look not really caring if you got there on time. You couldn’t shake off the fantasy that maybe, just maybe Jae was waiting for you. You smacked your forehead. Today you had to focus on Sungjin before things were damaged to an extent that you could not fix.

You treasured your best friend too much to let things go that far. The JYP frat wasn’t that far from your apartment. It was around a twelve minute walk. Making sure you had pepper spray in your purse you set right off feeling your phone buzz in your pocket just as you locked your door.

Bawk Bawk: You didn’t get kidnapped did you?

You: we’re gonna need at least 50k to give her back

Bawk Bawk: Haha very funny

Bawk Bawk: the real y/n would say shes worth 100 chicken nuggets

You : lol you got me there

You: im already on my way. I need to pay attention to where im walking or else im gonna end up on the opposite side of campus in the sm frat

Bawk Bawk: oh no what a tragedy. Ill miss you asking me where the food is every five seconds. Really how sad.

You: wow Baekhyun wouldn’t treat me like this.

You didn’t get to see his answer instead opening up another contact.

You: Hey Sung, im on my way to the party

Bob: ok

You stared at the little text bubble a little hurt at the indifference, but you had to remind yourself that it was just a text message. Maybe he was busy helping out with the party, even if he really didn’t like the parties, he still helped out. He was just that kind of person.

A small part of you knew that wasn’t the reason.The party had started around 30 minutes ago which meant they were past the point of setting up for the event. You were about to turn off the device when the sound of a notification broke through the silence surrounding you.

You felt the weight on your heart slight ease up, a relieved but bittersweet smile breaking on the slope of your mouth.

Bob: Be careful

Even if he was irked with you for whatever reason, he still worried for you. The short text message gave you hope. It was silly, but the two words were enough to bring a little bounce in your step, deciding that as soon as you got to that party you would seek him out, and you would do whatever you could to get to the bottom of what had put distance between you and your best friend.

You halted your stride finally standing in front of the JYP frat building. You took a deep breath shaking off the nerves and tugging the jacket tighter around you. You went up the steps knees slightly shaking. Sungjin’s message did bring some ease, but the guy could be stubborn when he wanted to. You just hoped he wasn’t stubborn when it came to your friendship. Pursing your lips you shakily pressed the button to the doorbell.

It didn’t take much for the door to swing open startling you and almost making you fall back. A hand reached out to steady you, and you looked up meeting Wonpil’s warm eyes. You smiled easily consoled by his sweet smile missing the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Wonpil hi, how are you?” He softly laughed, shaking his head.

“I’m pretty sure i’m not supposed to hear colors, but i’ll get through it”

You opened your mouth cackling in disbelief as his hands probed you inside.

“Have fun, break something and you’ll pay for it and- Jackson! What did I tell you about hanging from the ceiling lights what kind of budget do you think we have man,'' you watched the small man’s frame ambling away and squinted your eyes in amusement, smiling softly. You turned to the rest of the room craning your head to look past all the swaying bodies and flashing lights for the awkward introverted man that was one of your closest friends.

Instead you caught sight of the tall fluffy haired man with glasses sliding down the bend of his narrow nose. You squeaked quickly ducking behind the frame of a stranger as Jae’s head whipped in your direction. You clenched your jaw at the almost slip up. You frowned. You wanted nothing more than to bound up to Jae and see his eyes light up at the sight of you, but you were on a mission.

You made sure you were out of Jae’s sight as you wracked your brain for where Sungjin might be. He wouldn’t be in where the crowd was bigger and packed. That immediately eliminated the living room, gaming room, and kitchen. That left outside in the patio, the restroom, or his own room. You bit your lip figuring you might as well check outside then head upstairs where both the restroom and his room were. You knew because of the many movie nights you had with Dowoon and Sungjin.

The many nights of fighting with Sungjin and him scolding you for getting crumbs on his bed only to whine when you moved to Dowoon’s bed. At the end, you always ended up on the floor in a tangled mess probably getting woken up by Dowoon snoring. You set your shoulders making your way to the kitchen since that’s where the doors to get outside were located mumbling apologies to people you bumped into.

You kept your head low mumbling under your breath about how stupid this was that you even had to do this, because for some reason, Sungjin was acting odd and detached. You entered the kitchen eyes raking over everyone's faces just in case Sungjin was there. You didn’t see him, but you saw the other part from your trio. Dowoon was talking to Bang Chan with a relaxed smile on his face and a drink in his hands.

Maybe he knew where Sungjin was saving you the trouble of looking for him. You started walking in his direction, “Hey Woon, I wish I could stay and talk, but do you know where Sungjin is?” Dowoon narrowed his eyes at you, as you smiled in greeting at Chan.

“Not even a hi wow, i thought you were better than this. I thought we had a special bond” he clicked his tongue acting annoyed but still reaching out to you pulling you into him for a side hug. You huffed poking harshly at his side, snickering when he whined and recoiled.

“Fine you brat, he just went upstairs to get something from his room. Here, I'll come with you. I need to go to the restroom anyways. Sorry to cut this short, but i have to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid” he put his drink on the kitchen island, and you and Chan looked at each other shaking your heads both knowing who was making sure who didn’t do something stupid. You shrugged your shoulders wincing as Chan’s shoulders shook slightly with laughter.

You swiveled around to follow Dowoon who had already begun walking towards the stairs near the entrance of the kitchen when you abruptly came to a stop. Heading down the steps was the exact person you were looking for. Even in the shifting lighting you recognized him.

You called your best friend’s name already striding towards him and reaching out towards his frozen frame. He looked shocked to see you, his eyes troubled and eyebrows pulled together looking distressed. His body shifted back as if he was contemplating running back up the stairs.

Your hand managed to grasp the end of his shirt. “Sungjin-” you were interrupted by a wobbly yell from the living room. “Seven minutes in heaven time ladies and gents. Don’t be shy, half of you won’t even remember this ever happened,” the awfully cheerful voice that sounded suspiciously like Younghyun somehow managed to be louder than the talking and blaring music.

You turned back to Sungjin but both of you were suddenly being pulled to the living room by Dowoon who simply said “This should be funny. Let’s go watch” you tried resisting and talking to Sungjin but he was also too busy trying to fight Dowoon’s hold on him.

You were sat down on one side of the circle in between Dowoon and Sungjin. It all happened so fast you looked at Sungjin and tried getting his attention but was stopped by someone looking at you from the corner of your eye.

You swallowed feeling your heart sink slightly being able to distinguish Jae’s form even from your limited sight. You slowly turned your head in his direction offering him a quivering smile wondering just how everything had managed to get messed up in such a short amount of time. He titled his head obviously confused at why you hadn’t told him you had arrived but still managed to grin back at you causing you to feel slightly bad.

Even after the small greeting, his gaze didn’t leave you, but you were the one to break eye contact first turning to the man on your right. You gently grabbed his arm pulling at his sleeve to get his attention. He gradually turned his head to look at you, sad dull eyes looking into yours.

“I need to talk-” you were once again interrupted by Younghyun’s voice calling the turn of the first player.

Jae.

You felt yourself halt all movement, air leaving your lungs. You whipped your head around in his direction watching him roll his eyes at Wonpil’s light teasing. You could only focus on Jae as he slightly leaned to get closer to the bottle reaching out for it with a focused expression.

His eyes briefly flickered to your wide ones before going back to the bottle hesitating slightly before spinning it. You had completely forgotten about Sungjin who was also watching the bottle spin with baited breath gaze landing on your form to take in your reactions.

Your heart skipped a beat everytime the bottle pointed it’s devilish finger at you while on the move. Of course, you wanted it to be you, but there was so many people in the circle the chance of the stupid bottle landing on you was close to none. Suddenly Younghyun pushed Wonpil into the circle making the smaller man stumble and put his foot in the bottle’s path while trying to regain his balance.

Wonpil’s interference made the bottle come to an abrupt stop pointing solely at one person.

You.

You felt your entire body go cold taking in a shaky breath and meeting Jae’s own wide eyes behind the rims of his glasses. You felt your face grow hot seeing Wonpil and Younghyun high fiving each other in the background. You wanted to laugh at the clicheness of it. It seemed everybody had known you and Jae were in love before you and Jae.

You looked at Dowoon and Sungjin unsure of your next actions. Dowoon simply smirked at you wiggling his eyebrows and giggling under his breath while Sungjin’s face became hard to read eyes flashing with unknown emotions. So much for the help of your best friends.

You heard a clearing of a throat gaining your attention and making you jump at seeing Jae had already stood up brushing himself off. He playfully smiled at you shaking the messy blonde hair out of his shining eyes and holding a unsteady hand out to you.

You slowly stood up on trembling knees not being able to concentrate on the shouting from the people in the circle. Your vision felt hazy not really being able to believe what was happening. You put a hesitant hand on his, feeling his hand wrap around yours warmth instantly seeping in from his touch traveling up your arm through your whole body.

You couldn’t lie to yourself. You were terrified of what would happen in that closet. What if he just told you he didn’t want anything of that sort to do with you and you had to sit in awkward silence for several more minutes holding in your tears and rejected by the very person you had fallen in love with at a dumb party game.

He took in the fear and worry swimming in your eyes gripping your hand tighter. His head tilted, smiling softly at you and opening his mouth to say something, but his words were robbed from his throat when his eyes took in something behind you. You felt your hand get taken in an uncomfortably tight grip, the hand tugging you backwards making your hand slip from Jae’s loose warm one.

You swiveled around getting met with the sight of your best friend. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw was set.

“You can’t play this stupid game with her. You won’t be taking her into that closet, not while i’m here” his tone was bitter and harsh. You tried shaking your hand out of his grip, but his clutch on you grew tighter making you cry out and start slapping your hands on Sungjin’s chest.

Jae instantly reached out for your thrashing figure only for Sungjin to pull you out of his reach. Jae scoffed anger staining his once bright brown eyes a darker shade. “Sungjin, what do you think you’re doing man. Let her go before and we can solve whatever is going on without throwing her around like this. Who are you to-”

Sungjin cut him off with a growl.

“Her boyfriend”

You felt an icy feeling expand from your core to your fingertips having stopped moving in Sungjin’s hold. “What the hell Sungjin what are you talking about you asshole-” you turned around and seeing the look on Jae’s face you trashed around harder having to slap at Sungjin’s hands to break free of his clasp.

His eyes went from Sungjin’s guilty face to your own angry confused one. The crease between his eyebrows deepened, mouth letting out a disbelieving exhale and shoulders slumping in disappointment. He started backing away shaking his head and looking at you in a way he had never looked at you.

In anger.

You tried reaching out towards him voice shaky when you called out to him. “Jae no, you have to listen to me I have no idea-” the rest of your words didn’t get to reach him, Wonpil and Younghyun both blocking you from getting any closer to his retreating figure. Both looked at you with cold expressions and you remembered other people had also just witnessed you going into an intimate space with a man when you already had a supposed boyfriend.

You felt embarrassment and shame flood your chest twisting uglily around your lungs and squeezing. Now you were only aware of the whispers and glares circling around your lone figure. You swiftly turned around to face Sunjin, head bent not being able to meet your heated gaze.

You briefly looked at Dowoon who was as equally shocked as you were.

You hissed Sungjin’s name huffing when he still didn’t look up tightly wrapping your arm around his wrist and dragging him up the stairs to his room blinking away the tears from the sheer humiliation coursing through your system.

Sungjin tried sputtering out your name, but you paid no attention not stopping in your stride until you reached his room on the second floor and pushed his body out into the balcony connected to his room.

You instantly exploded, voices coming out in rapid angry waves.

“What the fuck was that Sungjin what did you just- Do you know what you just did” your voice was desperate frustrated tears making your eyes watery.

“I’m so sorry-”

“No! No Sungjin, you don’t get to apologize until i know what you’re apologizing for” you set your teary eyes on Sungjin who finally looked up, for once, face open and flooded with guilt and regret.

“I panicked, and I know there is no excuse for what i just did, i just- I don’t know these past few days…”

You let out a thwarted groan. “That’s exactly the problem idiot, I have no idea what’s been going on with you these past few days. You never told me anything”

He closed his eyes as if physically pained turning around to lean on the railing of the balcony and burying his head in his hands. You also felt all energy seep out of your body, slumping dejectedly next to him. You looked at him resting your arms on your arms which were resting on the railing.

“Please tell me, what made my best friend and brother suddenly claim he’s my boyfriend right in front of my crush of years”

You saw his facial expressions twist in a wince, finally taking in the consequences of his panicked words.

He looked at you, mouth pulling into a guilty smile.

“Your brother fucked up pretty bad didn’t he peaches?” You nodded at him.

“Why Sungjin, why did you do that?”

He looked up at the sky taking in the ugly clouds blocking the stars. You simply looked at your hands, sadness making your limbs feel heavy.

“I felt like I was losing you, that’s why” You pouted in confusion. “Why would you ever think that? You know I depend on you a lot Sungjin, this doesn’t-” you stopped at his defeated sigh.

“It has always been you, Dowoon, and I, but out of nowhere you started hanging out with Jae. I don’t know why, but i felt threatened by that. I mean, you even lied to me about where you really were when you hung out with him at that noodle place”

Your jaw dropped. “How did you-”

“I saw you guys on my way to buy Dowoon a new game controller” he chuckled and shrugged. “I didn’t say anything. It’s not my place to, but then I found out he liked you too, and to me, the chances of you completely forgetting about me for him skyrocketed” Your knees buckled and you had to grip the railing to remain standing as you gasped and sputtered. “He what-”

Sungjin paid you no attention simply nodding like the fact the person you had feelings for returning said feelings was no big deal. You whined and stomped your feet because what did it matter now. Any chance with him was blown. Sungjin continued.

“You wouldn’t need me anymore if you had him. You wouldn’t need your big brother anymore if you had him. You would forget all about me. I mean, why wouldn’t you? You’ve liked him for so long, and i’m just...me”

You inhaled a large breath, hand resting on your fast beating heart at all the newfound information. “Can I talk now?” He waved his hand in a way that said “go on”.

“First of all Sungjin, you’re the one who’s always told me to come out of my shell and to talk to more people. Ever since high school, you’ve been telling me to spread out and get more friends. Why are you being like this when I actually did what you said and started talking to others. Will you behave this way every time I grow close to someone else? It was wrong of you to tell me something and act this way when I listened to your advice. It was especially wrong of you to just stand there and declare you’re my boyfriend, you had no right to do that” He hung his head seeing the truth in my words. “Well?”

He set his mouth in a straight line nodding. “I- You’re right, you’re completely right. How could I be such a hypocrite” He scoffed at himself chuckling lowly at his own stupidity. “I guess I just got scared.”

You narrowed your eyes at him still not being able to believe he would actually think you would up and leave him. “There comes my second point. Sungjin, how could you ever believe I would just forget you. Do you doubt me that much? Doubt our friendship that much? Our friendship of literal years”

He stayed silent. “Do you hear how stupid it is now?” He nodded his head once hands fiddling nervously.

“You are someone I value very much, but that doesn't mean you’ll be the only person to hold so much importance to me. It doesn’t put you in any position to be able to act like you own all my attention and friendship.” He once again nodded silently guilt swimming in his irises.

“I was in the wrong and for that I’m sorry peaches. I realize now that you will continue to grow and gain new people who you will bond with. You will get hurt, but that’s not something I can control nor that I can stop and unfortunately, neither can you. I can only be there to bring a smile back on your face, and i’m perfectly fine with that” he acknowledged, the corners of his lips slightly pulling up in a melancholy smile.

You felt all tension leave your body finally feeling like you had your brother back. The same one you had always confided on. You no longer felt like the air around you was pressing in on you, slowly stealing the remaining oxygen from your lungs.

He turned towards you and looked up before looking at you and opening his arms. “I’m sorry.” You didn’t really hesitate stepping into his embrace. “I’m still mad at you” you grumbled into his chest. “I know peaches, I understand. It’s okay” He laughed softly against your hair. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll be better” You believed, of course you did. He was your brother, your closest friend. An irreplaceable part of your life who had made a little slip up, well maybe a big slip up, but you still forgave him.

“We should have done this a long time ago” you muttered against his jacket.

“What?” he questioned. “Talked. So much could have been avoided if we had just talked” Sungjin hummed in reply both of you knowing you each had some fault in that.

You remembered Jae’s disappointed stare, his lips pressed together in a tight line as he got farther and farther away from you. You played with one of the threads from the jean jacket you were wearing feeling helpless in the answer of what to do to gain Jae’s forgiveness. At this point, you didn’t think there was a chance of being anything more than friends with him. You didn’t feel like you deserved him just wanting to explain to him that what happened wasn’t his fault.

You just wanted him to smile again. You wanted him to be happy. You would feel lucky just being his friend again. You expected nothing more if you were honest with yourself.

You lightly hit Sungjin’s shoulder exaggeratedly groaning. “How am I gonna explain this to Jae” your voice was muffled by his jacket but he simply laughed again, “I don’t think you have to”

“What are you talking about you-” Shock hit you like a truck when you remembered him looking up while he was apologizing. Something told you he wasn’t just apologizing to you. You looked up at the balcony above the one you were standing on seeing a head of fluffy blonde hair blown all over the place from the wind and a grin aimed at you.

“Jae! Did you- Did you hear everything?” You couldn’t help but to smile at the loud laugh that rang throughout the night air. “I don’t know, why don’t you come up and find out?” You breathlessly looked at Sungjin who smiled softly at you pushing you back into his room.

You didn’t look back as you exited his room walking back up the stairs with a trembling but hopeful heart. You came across what you knew was Jae’s room after having to drag him to it from when he got a really bad stomach ache. You knocked on the door mentally preparing yourself for whatever you were about to hear.

A soft stifled “come in” was heard from inside the room. You opened the door, eyes immediately landing on the figure that was on the balcony leaning on the railing and looking up at the sky. You walked towards the balcony, your breath rattling in your throat. You opened the door that led out to the balcony shakily calling his name.

He stayed silent as you came up next to him, also tilting your head up and getting taken aback by the twinkling stars appearing at the parting of the clouds. The quiet preserved, and your mind was only really able to focus on his arm brushing against yours and your heart pounding in your ears. You fiddled with your hands picking at your nails jumping at the sound of Jae suddenly laughing.

“A few minutes ago I thought I was the stupidest man on earth” You didn’t really know what to say in reply to that just turning your head to look at him as a sign you were listening.

“I mean imagine the feeling of finding out you had been writing cheesy love songs about a person only to find out they were with someone else the whole time” you opened your mouth to retaliate, but he turned his head to look at you with a soft knowing smile. “I know, I know now, you’re just friends” He turned to look back at the night sky, the smile still not leaving his face.

You were still shocked at the fact that some of the songs you had seen him diligently working on next to you in class could have been about you. Words of love and admiration from him written right next to you, and you were none the wiser.

You felt like all the words you could say in that moment, just weren’t enough. Instead, you reached out to fix his glasses which had gone askew only to gasp silently when he grabbed your wrist looking at you once more. “You know, there were times where I felt lesser than him. He had known you since you were around the height of my knee, and had grown up with you. Who was I to him” He admitted wearily smiling at you.

You leaned in slightly letting your hand move to firmly grip his maintaining eye contact as you got ready to speak. “You? You are Jae Park. The stupid, goofy, lovely, hard-working song writer who has never failed to make me happy and take care of me. Who always bought me food thinking of me, and who never hesitated to be self-less at the expense of myself.” You faltered, licking your lips anxiously for what you were about to say feeling your whole body grow hot.

“You are Jae Park, the person I'm hopelessly in love with,” you confessed breathily watching him lean closer to you, lips pressing to your forehead while he laughed happily against your skin, hands traveling up your arms to gently cradle your face.

“What were we doing all this time? I guess the starbursts really did a number of us if we’re both so in love with each other and didn’t notice” he murmured lips traveling down the space between your eyebrows to the slope of your nose forehead now resting against yours. His glasses were pressing uncomfortably against the bridge of your nose, but you didn’t really mind too caught up in the feeling of his body pressed against your as your hands moved to clutch at his shirt.

We’re together now” you whispered lips slightly brushing against his. He smiled adoringly at you before leaning in to close the gap lips softly slanting his lips against yours as if testing the waters before growing more eager and tilting his head to grow impossibly closer to you still softly parting your mouth with his. The kiss remained soft and innocent, unspoken words after months of pining, and delicate confessions of love expressed. The warmth from one simple kiss traveled all the way to your heels spreading in a tender but passionate manner.

You separated, catching your breath, his hands still cradling your face before he leaned in stealing a peck and chuckling when he pulled back.

The wind grew stronger whipping at your hair and clothes making a small shiver travel down the spine and forcing you to snuggle his jacket tighter around you clearing your throat and smiling like an idiot. One of his hands left your face to tickle you, smile getting bigger at your loud laugh.

“Nice Jacket”

“Thanks, I wanted to give it back to it’s handsome owner” He bought you closer wrapping his arms around your form, hair tickling your temple and his nose pressing into the crook of your neck.

“The handsome owner thinks you look 100 times better in it than he ever did, Kim Kardashian could never”

You laughed into his shoulder thinking you would be fine without the jacket believing the warmth provided from his simple touch was enough to keep you warm in the coldest of nights.

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photolover82 · 4 years ago

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The Masked Singer Season 4 Episode 13: THE FINALEEEE...we are done with this season wow (Finale Commentary.. No guesses because everybody was revealed lol)

Hello my friends! Welcome (or welcome back) to Ana’s Masked Singer recap, where I, Ana, recap every episode of the Masked Singer (and next we will do The Masked Dancer) excluding singalongs & the Road to Finals (which is why I skipped episode 11 & 12, which was last week & right before the finale which is what I am gonna recap now)... Anyways, let’s get started (going in backwards order from how they placed):

The 3 finalists are: Sun ☀️, Crocodile 🐊, and Mushroom 🍄

In 3rd Place, we have:

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Crocodile!

Performance: he sang Open Arms by Journey and it was amazing, he murdered it. This season was honestly so fantastic talent wise that any of them could've won if they were on separate seasons because they were that good.... Like I can't rave about this season more, I thought at first that they were just bluffing when they said this was gonna be their best season yet in terms of talent, but they lived up to the claim and wow.. this is prob one of the first recaps where I have nothing bad to say about any of the performances!

Ok, so having said that, Croc was revealed to be...

Nick Carter

Commentary: I'm not doing clues, since they didn't really say much clue wise and I’ve also kinda said the clues since the start, so it would be kinda repetitive, whatever you get the point... I love them 90s boy bands, u know, the N Sync and Backstreet Boys so I am very familiar with their voices so this was easy for me. He really did an amazing job, improving every week, never expected him to get this far tho (not shading him, I genuinely thought Seahorse would win that battle) but he’s still amazing and I am not mad at this result.

Next, our Season 4 runner-up is...

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Mushroom!

Performance: His performance of I wish by Stevie Wonder was amazing like wow... he really showed his “real” voice with this song since he has been changing it throughout the season to really trick everyone, so if you didn’t get him before, this performance might have sold you on him. I loved it, it was fantastic, he killed it!

Anyways, Mushroom was revealed to be...

Aloe Blacc

Commentary: It took me a while but I got it woohoo 2 for 2! Yes, I know who he is, cmon he sang Wake Me Up with Avicci and The Man, 2 songs I am very familiar with. But yeah, I got it yay! He was hard to get since he played more with his voice and switched it up on us with the song choices. However, these last couple of songs convinced me, especially this last one. He really killed it, he could have won any other season, but he had stiff competition with our winner below, you can guess who it is by deductive reasoning or if you already watched the show, but just pretend to be surprised haha, but yeah he did amazing!

Then we have our season 4 winner/champion/Golden Mask Trophy recipient:

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☀️ The Sun ☀️

Performance: She sang The Story by Brandi Carlie and even though she didn’t necessarily top her last performance (because that one was immaculate and hard to beat), she still murdered it, like it was so amazing. She has such an amazing voice, the talent is crazy, I love every second when she performs. I am really glad she won, she really did deserve it! There were people who were robbed for sure but she really deserved the win.

Last but not least Sun was revealed to be...

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LeAnn Rimes!

Commentary: ugh, I am gonna repeat myself, but lemme brag a bit: yayyyy I got 3 for 3 woohoo! Final score of the season for me was 14/16, only 2 wrong which were Baby Alien and Gremlin. Anyways, ahhh I knew it was LeAnn from the beginning, her voice is so recognizable so it was pretty easy to distinguish. Nevertheless, she is so talented and she so deserved this win, 2nd female to win TMS how cool (even tho the first wasn’t something I was super stoked about but whatever). I am really happy with these results actually, nothing to complain about here. I wanted her to win and I think I predicted it in the recap last week so yay!

Anyways, we are done! Next week, I will start recapping The Masked Dancer, and maybe a little later in the week I will do some costume rankings. However, I wanna know what you guys wanna see from me pop culture wise since I am a bit stuck... I kinda wanna do my favorite Netflix shows or talking about bad Netflix Christmas movies because those are a doozy omg 🤣... Anyways, let me know in the comments and don’t forget to like, share, do all the internet-y things and Happy Holidays everybody! Byeeee! 👋🏼

#the masked singer #the masked singer season 4 #themaskedsinger #leann rimes #celebrities #aloe blacc #music #nick carter #hollywood #sun mask #crocodile mask #mushroom mask #costumes

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warriorteam1924 · 5 years ago

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Happy Birthday, Jones !!!

Ben Hardy x Reader

Author’s note : Special day today for this is Ben Hardy’s 29th birthday !!! Yayyyy !!! So to carry on with my fluff series for my sis, here is a little one for this occasion ^^ I Anyways, I hope you enjoy, thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

Warnings : None, I guess it’s okay

Summary : Well, It’s Ben 29th Birthday !!!

Words count : 1,865 words

Permanent tag list : @anotheronebitesthedick @reavenedges-lies

When you woke up that morning, you felt your whole body was trying to protest for you to stay in bed. Yet, even if New Year’s Eve party had been really intense and the first day of the new decade had also been full of emotions, this day was also going to be remembered.

Ben was still in bed next to you, snoring a little. Frankie was still sleeping as well on her little mattress, right next to him. Ben had offered her for Christmas the cutest blanket for her not to be cold during the nights. ‘After all, we sleep with blankets, why wouldn’t she?’, he had said when the little dog was unwrapping her present on Christmas day. You had sweetly smiled because you could not agree more. Ben was now part of your life and there was no way Frankie would not be part of it as well.

You tried your best not to be noisy and got out of bed, finding your slippers where you had left them next to your bedside table. You also put your robe on as it was quite cold. You looked at the window and shivered as you noticed it was all frozen outside. You hoped it would not ruin all your plans. You took your phone and sent a text to Joe.

‘I’m up, making sure everything will be ready. Please don’t forget your part for our plan to be a success.’, was what you typed and you added an cute emoji before pressing send.

A few minutes later, you received his answer. ‘Why on earth was he born such a day.... I’m still recovering from the holidays season. (laughing emoji) Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon, even if I have to borrow ice skates to get to you.’. You smiled and you were about to put your phone back on the table when it buzzed again. You tried to mute your laugh as Joe had send you another text. It was a gif of a random person sliding on ice and epicly falling on the floor.

You headed to the kitchen and prepared coffee and tea. You also took Frankie’s little bowl and prepared her food as well. Hopefully, this cute dog had a great appetite and it was not hard to make her eat. You put her bowl on her tiny table and carried on setting the table, adding jam and bread, cereals and toasts.

You heard someone dragging their feet and Ben appeared with Frankie in his arms, still quite sleepy. The two of them yawned together and you could see the two of them were trying really hard to open their eyes.

“Mornin’ love.”, he pressed a kiss on your cheek and headed to the door that led to the tiny garden. He put Frankie’s little coat and she suddenly woke up with the fresh air, running a little here and there, sniffing around her. After she had done everything she needed to do, she came back at the door, barking a little for Ben to notice her. He welcomed her back in and they came back to the kitchen together. The man collapsed on the nearest chair and the dog headed to her bowl and started to eat.

“Thank you for the breakfast, love.”, Ben said as he was now helping himself. “

“No probs.”

“Okay, next year, no parties.”, he carried on, putting a piece of toast in his mouth. “I’m exhausted.”

“You say this every year.”, you laughed at him.

“And now I need to exercice again. I’ve gained way too much in two weeks.”

“Don’t worry, I love you just the way you are and everybody puts on weight during the holidays. And it’s cold, we need to keep warm.”, you replied as you began to sip your tea.

“But, I’ve got my love to keep me warm.”, he winked at you.

You looked at him with a smile and he smiled at you as well, biting his toast again. He groaned a little when someone knocked at the door, making Frankie bark again.

“Comin’....”, Ben shouted towards the door and he stood up. You tried to make sure he did not notice you were laughing in your cup of tea. You heard him from the front door.

“Hey, buddy, what’s up?”, he asked.

“New Year resolutions day one, mate. Get ready to come and run with me.”, Joe said and you could hear he was pretending to be panting.

“Mate, I’ve just woken up. And Y/N and I were having breakfast.”, Ben tried to find an excuse.

“Well I would not mind a cup of tea thank you.”, Joe replied and he made himself at home. You saw him arrive in the kitchen and he winked at you.

“Here is the most beautiful girl in the world !!!”, he happily said.

Ben frowned at him but before he could say anything, Joe was already on the floor petting Frankie, saying cute things as her tail was gladly going right and left. He took her in his arms and stood up. He leant to kiss your cheek and took a seat as well, while Ben was pouring tea in his cup.

“I can’t believe I’m the oldest here. Good lord, you should have a look at your faces....”, Joe joked.

“Well, buddy, let me finish my breakfast and get dressed. Then we’ll see who is laughing.”, Ben replied, laughing.

“Don’t push it too hard.”, you still warned them. “I don’t want any of you sick after this running session, okay?”

“Why don’t you come?”, Ben gently asked.

“Hell no.”, you replied. You tried to use a convincing tone. You knew run with Ben and Joe would certainly be a nice thing to do, but you still had many a thing to do. It seemed you persuaded him because he shrugged his shoulders and stood up to get dressed.

“How much time do you need?”, Joe whispered when he was sure Ben would not hear him.

“How long can you last without actually dying ?”, you could not help but reply, trying not to laugh. Joe looked daggers at you, pretending to be upset. “I’m kidding.... Well, I just need to make everything ready for the party and the cake should be delivered in an hour. Then while, he will be showering, I’ll be decorating the house a little.”, you explained.

“Roger.”, he winked at you, still petting Frankie.

“Ready, buddy?”, Ben came back in his tracksuit. You looked at him, swallowing a little. It was just incredible. This man was actually hot in any clothes. Never had you seen someone like this before. He was muscled but not too much, his woolly hat was covering his golden hair and his cheeks were slightly red due to the fact he was too warmly clothed to be inside. You came back to reality when he kissed your lips and whispered “See you, love.”

“Let’s go.”, Joe stood up and sweetly put Frankie back on the floor.

“Oh, before we leave.... Do we have a wheel chair, Y/N?”, Ben asked you.

“A.... A wheel chair?”, you repeated frowning.

“Don’t listen to him.... He is already making a fool of me, while he does not even know the athlete I am....”, Joe carried on as Ben headed to the door laughing. You smiled and closed the door behind them.

You rushed to the shower to get ready before the delivery person would arrive with the cake. You hurriedly brushed your hair and your teeth (not with the same brush hopefully) and as you were putting your socks on, you heard a knock on the door.

“Sign here, please.”, the woman almost automatically said as you opened the door. You did and took the big parcel. You went to hide it in the fridge, still full of food from the previous days. You also prepared all the decorations you had bought in advance to surprise Ben in several bags in the bedroom, under the bed.

You stood up and asked Frankie to keep the secret until later in the day. She looked at you and it was as if she was smiling at you, promising she would not tell her dad anything. You heard keys in the front door lock so you headed to the corridor to welcome Ben and Joe back.

Ben seemed happy and his face was gleaming, both from sweat and because of the fresh air. Joe on the other hand seemed devastated, but he was trying his best not to show it.

“I’m first in the shower....”, the American announced, out of breath. Ben looked at him and laughed.

“An athlete, my ass....”.

Joe apologized and went to the bathroom while Ben prepared some of his clothes for him to borrow.

“Was it so bad?”, you asked him.

“Honestly, I’ve seen way worse.”, Ben replied. “He really gave his best, but I must admit I pushed him a little....”, he joked.

You looked at him rolling your eyes. “Really, Jones?”

“Okay, I was not at my best, it’s true.”, he confessed.

“You should quit smoking as well.”, you reminded him.

He grimaced a little but deep inside, he knew you were right.

“Okay, I feel so much better now.”, Joe said, fully dressed with Ben clothes. The blonde then headed to the bathroom, as he too needed a good shower.

Joe took his mobile out of his pocket and send multiple texts to everyone you had invited, to make sure they would arrive before he would have finished. You came back in the living room with the bags full of decorations and put a banner on the wall while Joe was blowing up the balloons. As you had left the door opened, the guests arrived, notifying their presence with a soft knock on the door. You looked around you and everything was ready. You went to the kitchen and put the candles on the cake. 29 to be precise.

You heard he was coming back from the bathroom so you quickly lighten them up and arrived in the living room at the same time he did. Everyone shouted ‘Surprise’, and Ben started while Frankie was happily jumping all around him.

“What’s happening here?”, he asked.

“Happy Birthday !!!”, your common friends carried on shouting.

You placed the cake on the table and he came next to you and kissed your cheek, whispering ‘Thank you, love’. He blew his candles and everyone applauded. You cut the cake as Joe was licking the candles before putting them back in the kitchen. You served everyone drinks and a piece of cake and the party began with soft jazzy style music.

Ben took you closer to him, pressing your body against his. He slowly began to dance with you, his cheek against yours.

“Happy Birthday, Jones.”, you whispered.

“Thank you again, love.”

“I hope you did not forget to make a wish.....”

“I did not.”

“What? Why?”, you looked at him in his so beautiful eyes.

“Look around you honey and find something I could still be wishing for?”

You sweetly smiled and kissed him. It was a very happy birthday indeed.

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