#please this isn’t that deep I’m just here for fun and chat

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personal headcanons about sadie and abigail because I can (and because I can’t stop thinking about it):

• sadie’s security company eventually extends to a coffee company. she sends abigail coffee on a monthly basis.

• I like to believe sadie’s personality is a mixture of Ellen from The Quick and The Dead (1995) and Idgie from Fried Green Tomatoes (1991) - AKA that girl is stubborn as sin.

• abigail is not a morning person (unless coffee is wafted under her nose)

• sadie 100% visited abigail when she had her little girl (i have a wip about this that i shall not abandon)

• abigail writes to sadie every few months or so but feels they’re very boring because her life doesn’t change much. sadie loves them (and doesn’t correct any spelling mistakes)

• abigail, like her son, becomes an avid reader - but she loves the pictures of a herbology book.

• sadie, despite what some people might think, is quite the woman of culture. she can speak a few phrases of most of the languages found in the saint denis market and regularly converses in conversation down there.

• abigail, surprisingly, knows some louisiana french (I have this fun little hc she’s from like, the Deep South before her parents died - and her language faded as she grew up)

• abigail names her baby girl ‘elizabeth’. john wanted to add a middle name but abigail didn’t want her to grow up with a fancy name so people didn’t get ‘fancy’ ideas. still, her middle name is informally like her mother’s. elizabeth roberts marston.

•abigail braids sadie’s hair in the mornings. when it comes to the blood on sadie’s clothes, that’s sadie’s job.

• for her birthday, sadie buys abigail a set of clothes like her own. abigail loves them.

• abigail is the only one that knows sadie has nightmares about the night at adler’s ranch. she comforts her every time.

• sadie and abigail visit the ruins of the ranch once. when sadie discovers that jake has no grave, abigail gifts sadie a flower in a locket - something she can keep with her forever.

• on the ride to copperhead landing, sadie has to ask abigail to stop crying because she can’t bear the sound of it. it breaks her heart. still, she remembers their early time in colter and comforts her the best she can.

• if john had died on that train, sadie would’ve looked after abigail and jack and gone with them anywhere - no questions asked.

• I absolutely love to think that abigail and sadie have this inevitably doomed kind of love. sadie knows she can’t have abigail but loves her anyway. she’d do anything for her, even when she knows it’ll break her heart. abigail knows she loves sadie but knows her heart belongs to john - still, forcing her to decide upsets her greatly. this is always going to be ‘one of those things’ and they’ll have to leave it in the past or in another life, where it belongs.

• sadie returns to the ranch after john’s death. it’s been years and abigail is mostly bedridden with illness and grief, but sadie stays until she passes. when jack buries her, she never returns.

• abigail convinced sadie to play the harmonica while she plays the piano. it happens only once in their time together.

• sadie teaches abigail how to ride horses like a true cowboy (and takes her to relay races)

• abigail is secretly a smoker. sadie is not so secret.

• I like to think sadie and charles keep in touch.

• abigail and sadie don’t often talk about their past in the gang. the memories they recall the most are ones of the night in colter and of their dear friend, arthur.

• when john returns to copperhead landing, sadie only cries when she learns of arthur’s death.

• abigail only keeps in touch with sadie and mary-beth from the old gang. she occasionally hears from tilly but nowhere near as often.

• sadie once spends an entire book tour as mary-beth’s appointed bodyguard.

• sadie eventually, after hanging up her gun as a bounty hunter, becomes a dealer in horses and transport goods.

• abigail is ridiculously good at making daisy chains. tilly and mary-beth taught her.

• the clothes that sadie wears at abigail’s wedding are abigail’s (surely this one is just canon).

• when sadie returns from hanging dog ranch, abigail is the first to see her and helps her wash the blood off in the nearby stream. sadie refuses to talk about it. abigail already knows.

• sadie and abigail have that kind of relationship where they can just say a million things with just their eyes.

• “I will protect her” sadie vs “touch her and I’ll kill you” abigail

• “I will protect her” abigail vs “touch her and I’ll kill you” sadie

• sadie isn’t a big fan of poetry - however she will list off things she’s read for abigail’s sake. abigail loves it.

• john is extremely aware of his wife’s affection for sadie. he doesn’t blame her and he’s smart enough to know not to stand in her way. still, sadie respects his boundaries.

• let me remind you this is what you wanted! sadie vs you were all I wanted! abigail

• sadie is not a natural mother. like john, her relationship with jack is a little awkward, but the feeling is there. it’s more of a tentative friendship rather than a guiding one.

• in more intimate moments, abigail draws illustrations she remembers on sadie’s skin. plants, animals, herbs. anything she can think of. she loves counting sadie’s freckles.

• sadie has a poncho made by abigail. it’s blue.

• ‘young and beautiful’ is from abigail to sadie like,,,,heavenly.

• ‘poison and wine’ = angsty but heartbreaking goodbye sadigail

this is all I can think of…for a part one? I don’t know. discuss.

(I need to make them a playlist)

[honeytrap26]

JJK men when you come home from a night out with your friends.

summary: How JJK men react when you come home from a night out with your friends. cw: !!MDNI!! blowjobs, eating out, just straight up horny woman who love their smexy boyfriends. aunote: Sorry I’ve been gone. Had a lot of stuff come up and I’m currently sick with an awful cold. Just a quick one while I work on the rest. I hope you guys enjoy and happy reading!! Let me know if you want one with the rest of them (aged up) etc.🐼🖤 wc:1k+

Satoru Gojo

Stays up all night to track your little icon on his phone to make sure you and your friends get home safely. He’s laying in bed naked, the covers are lazily draped over him, when he finally sees your icon outside of the house he lets out a giddy laugh and shuts off his phone and pretends to be asleep. Gojo hears you stumble through the door and mutter “Shit” as you bump into the wall. He can hear you slip off your heels and throw them on the ground, the sound of your purse hitting the floor as you make your way into the room. He tries to hide the smile on his face when he hears you sigh muttering “He’s already asleep.”

You strip off all of your clothes and crawl under the sheets next to Gojo. Your lustful eyes are observing Gojo’s face, your hand roams his body, your fingers trailing up and down his strong arm. You straddle his thighs slowly grinding on him while you kiss his chest, lightly licking his nipples. You can feel something begin to harden and rise underneath you, you lean down and give his neck light suck, your hand pushes back his messy hair revealing his half lidded blue eyes looking at you,

“B-baby, please…” he bites his lip letting out a strained moan.

“I knew you weren't sleeping.” you giggle, and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Gojo's big hands grab your ass, giving it a hard smack before he pulls away, he cracks a big smile and flips you over, the back of his hand caresses your face,

“Let's have some fun baby girl.” 

Suguru Geto

Is still up when you get home, he's still playing games with Gojo and the crew. He hears Gojo yelling “Darling! You’re home…gawd dayum… girl….. you’re fucked up. Oh. No. NO. Don’t throw up here! AHH!”

Geto laughs at Gojo’s feet shuffling through the other end. One teammate down.

“SATORU! You’re making us lose!!” Toji yells through his headset. “Oh hey ma, how u doin-Oh shit you’re fucked up too? No- Ow! Don’t smack me. I was yelling at Satoru. Blame him!” 

Two teammates down.

“Shit, come on boys!” Geto sighs, “Haibara you good?” Geto pauses for a moment. “Haibara?”

A ping for the chat box pops up.

"Press F to pay respects to Haibara." Gojo types.

Geto’s head slumps forward in defeat, three down.

“It’s just me now.” he takes a deep breath and focuses on the game. He feels your hands massage his tense shoulders from behind, you lean down and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey love, I see the other girls are fucked up… was that your doing?” he smirks, his eyes not leaving the screen.

“I would never do that, it was all Mei this time.” you say, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck taking in the scent of his body wash and shampoo. You give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Uh-huh…Sounds like both you and Mei planned it seeing as Nanami isn’t saying anything.” Geto let’s out a “yes” under his breath as he gets a headshot kill and captures the flag they lost because of Gojo.

Geto feels your arms leaving his body, he gives your hand a quick kiss before you walk away.

You position yourself underneath his desk and tug at his sweats.

“Babe, what are you doing?” he quickly glances down at you.

“I wanna look at your tattoo. I didn’t get to look at it upclose.” he feels you pull his brief and sweats off.

“That’s not just my sweats-oh fuck…b-baby. Not so-mmmm.” he groans, feeling you lick and suck his balls. His cock jumps up at the sudden ministrations, your licks are sloppy, your teeth graze his cock. Making his body tense up. He leans back in his chair, his hand comes down to guide your head up and down his hard member. He thrusts his hips up into your mouth making you gag a bit.

“Good fucken girl.” he groans, he slips off his headphones.

“I’m back on. Suguru where ya at?” Gojo’s voice echoes through Geto’s headphones.

“Hey fuck face you’re makin us lose!!” Toji comes back in yelling.

“On the right, on the right! Suguru ON THE RIGHT!” Haibara says.

“Got him. Last one. Reloading.” Toji says.

“Shit babe, gonna cum.” Geto grabs your hair and pushes your head down, taking all of him in your mouth. He shoots his load into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

“Suguru. Suguru?! SUGURU!!” They all shout in unison as the words DEFEAT pop on the screen.

Nanami Kento

Is dead asleep, man is exhausted. He works long hours so give him a break. He feels bad for not going out with you but he knows you can take care of yourself. You're cackling loudly singing “I'm gonna get some dick tonight. Woop woop.” You stumble into the room and see him sleeping there so peacefully. You grab the blanket and yank it off of him. “Nanamin, Nanamin, Kento, Mr. Big dick Kento. I wanna fucckk.” you giggle and straddle his hips.

He groans, his body shivers from the cold air hitting him. “What are you doing?” he mumbles, still half asleep.

“I want you. I missed you so much, I didn’t get to see you before I left.” you pout, showering his face with kisses. “Sooo wake up..” you kiss his lips. He turns his face away, his big hands come up and hold your waist. He finally opens his eyes, adjusting to the hallway light illuminating the room.

“I’m up. I’m up.” he yawns. “How was your night, beautiful?” he moves your hair away from your face tucking it behind your ear.

“It was good, I’m a little drunk but I missed you more.” you give his hand a kiss and  lay on his chest. Nanami wraps his strong arms around you, he shifts his body so you're laying next to him. His hand gently caresses your hair.

“No Kento, I wanna fuck not cuddle.” you try to get away from him but he squeezes you tighter.

“Shhhh go to sleep. You're drunk” he holds you tighter.

“Nanamin…” you whine. Silence fills the room. His body twitches in response. You sigh and lay there admiring his features.

“He’s already asleep again.” 

Toji Fushiguro 

Is always down to fuck, especially since you decided to be a tease by bending over right in front of him while he was sitting on the ground waiting for Megumi to come back with his books. You tried to run out of the room but Toji grabbed your legs pushing you back onto his face. His nose digging deep into your clothed cunt. If Megumi didn’t come running back from your moans, he would’ve ripped those pantyhose right off and given you a little present before you left.

You open the door trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake them up. Whenever you’re gone Megumi and your husband slept together, but to your surprise Toji isn’t asleep, instead the lights are dimmed down low in the living room and he’s laying on the couch butt ass naked scrolling through netflix trying to find something to watch.

“You’re finally home.” He says nonchalantly, not looking away from the screen.

You pause for a moment to check the time on your phone.

“Toji it's 3am why are you not asleep?” You take off your shoes and hang up your coat.

“You're horny when you're drunk. Just thought I'd make it easier for you.” He smirks, and tilts his head up at you.

“I was DD tonight so I’m not drunk and I have vomit all over me.” You sigh and sit next to him on the couch. He sits up and grabs your legs so they’re resting on his thighs, he begins to massage your feet, moving up your legs. You let out soft moans and sighs of relief.

“Feels good? Seems like a long night.” he says as he leans down to kiss your legs.

“Yeah it was kinda a long night, remember I told you that my friend found her boyfriend sleeping with another girl?” 

Toji nods in response.

“Well she was already drunk by the time I got there and it was a mess, we ran into her boyfriend and his new chick there.” you close your eyes and lean back against the couch. You feel Toji move from the couch to the ground, your legs are on his shoulders now.

“How about I help make you feel better?” he says as he spreads your legs open.

“Toji, I smell like puke.” you chuckle and push his head away.

“Not down here baby girl, you smell sweet just like you did earlier today, don’t tell me you don’t remember what you did. Teasing me like that.” He smirks and pulls your legs closer to his mouth. His hands squeeze your ass and rip your pantyhose apart.

“Toji, that was a nice one!.” you playfully slap his hand.

“Sorry babe, you're irresistible to me.”

[misspygmypie]

Beyond Biology

Part of the "Meet & Greet... and more?" Universe Pairing: Lando Norris x Noah, Lando Norris x reader, Lando Norris x Baby Maebry Words: 1701 Request: I absolutely love the meet and greet series, can you please write one like Noah felt left out and thinks Lando is not going to love him anymore because he is not his (biological) but his sister is? With a happy ending please. Sorry for my bad English I'm from Argentina Masterlist

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Despite the loving environment in the Norris household there was an undercurrent of tension that Lando and Y/N had been trying to address. Over the past few weeks Noah had become increasingly withdrawn, refusing invitations to play with Lando and preferring to stay in his room over family activities. It wasn’t lost on Y/N that this change coincided with Maebry’s milestones like her first crawling and first mumbled words, moments that seemed to draw Lando’s attention.

One evening Y/N suggested it was time for the children’s bath. Lando, eager to contribute to the evening routine, volunteered to handle Maebry, knowing how much she enjoyed splashing around in the tub.

When Lando filled the bath with warm water and playful bath toys Noah wandered into the bathroom, hoping to join in. He had been excited to help with Maebry’s bath, thinking it might be a fun way to spend time with Lando.

However, when Noah entered the room, he saw Lando completely absorbed in the task of making his daughter giggle. The young man was making silly faces, floating bath toys in front of her and engaging in playful water splashes that elicited adorable squeals from the baby. Noah watched quietly from the doorway, his enthusiasm waning as he felt like an outsider to this moment.

When Noah slowly approached asking if he could help with anything, Lando just smiled. “Just a few more minutes, Noah. I’m almost done here with Maebry. How about you go pick out a bedtime story for us to read later?”

Noah, feeling disappointed, nodded silently and retreated to the living room. The attention Lando gave to Maebry during bath time seemed to highlight Noah’s sense of being left out.

One morning a few days later when they all gathered for breakfast Lando couldn’t help but notice Noah’s distant demeanor. The boy barely ate any of his cereal, his usual cheerfulness absent. Lando tried to engage him.

“Hey, Noah,” Lando said, slightly concerned, “How about we build something with the Legos later? Maybe a new spaceship or a cool castle?”

Noah shrugged, not meeting Lando’s eyes. “Maybe,” he mumbled, his tone flat.

Y/N, who had been quietly observing, decided it was time for a deeper conversation. After breakfast she took Noah by the hand and led him to a cozy corner of the living room where a soft blanket was draped over a bean bag. She sat down and patted the spot next to her.

“Noah, can we have a chat?” she asked softly.

Noah hesitated, looking slightly uneasy. “Okay,” he said, finally sitting beside his mother.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart heavy with concern. “I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit quiet and distant lately. You haven’t been as excited to spend time with Lando or join in with the family activities. Is there something on your mind?”

Noah stared at his fidgeting fingers, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I feel like dad loves Maebry more than me. She’s his real daughter and I’m not. Maybe that’s why he’s been spending more time with her.”

Y/N’s heart sank at her son’s words. She took his hand in hers trying to be reassuring. “Noah, love isn’t about who’s biologically related to whom. It’s about the connection we build, the care we give and the moments we share together.”

Noah kept looking at the floor, the doubt still evident in his eyes. “But lately, it feels like dad has been so focused on Maebry, playing with her, taking care of her and I’ve been left out. I don’t know if he still wants to spend time with me.”

Y/N sighed, understanding the weight of Noah’s feelings. “Sometimes, when a new baby comes into the family, it’s easy to feel like the older child is left out. But that’s not because you’re loved any less. Dad’s attention on Maebry right now is because she needs a lot of care as a baby but that doesn’t mean he loves you any less.”

“So, you’re saying it’s just because Maebry is a baby?” Noah asked quietly, his eyes welling up with tears. 

“Exactly,” Y/N nodded, brushing a tear from Noah’s cheek. “It’s not about how much love there is, it’s about how we balance our time and attention and sometimes we need to make an extra effort to show that love to everyone in different ways.”

“But what if Lando doesn’t really want to play with me anymore?” the boy asked, still a bit sad.

Y/N squeezed his hand gently. “Lando loves you deeply, Noah. Just because he has to care for Maebry doesn’t mean he’s forgotten about you. It’s important for us to talk about our feelings and not let misunderstandings grow. If you ever feel left out, you need to tell us. We want to make sure you always feel loved and included.”

Noah looked up, a flicker of hope in his eyes. “Do you think we could talk to dad about this?”

“Of course,” Y/N smiled softly, relieved that Noah was open to communicating. “It’s important that you share your thoughts with him.”

After sharing a long - and much needed - hug Y/N led Noah back out to the balcony where Lando was setting up a huge pile of Legos. Lando looked up, his face lighting up with a smile. 

Noah still looked a bit unsure but Y/N gently nudged him forward. “Why don’t you talk to Dad for a moment before you start?”

Lando noticed the serious undertone in his wife’s voice. “What’s up, buddy?” he asked gently and guided Noah to the seating area while Y/N went back inside to entertain her daughter with a snack and a book. 

Noah fidgeted with the hem of his shirt before speaking. “I was talking to Mom, and… I’m worried that maybe you don’t love me as much as Maebry because she’s your real daughter and I’m not.”

Lando’s heart ached hearing those words. For a second he wasn’t sure how to respond, he never thought Noah would even think of such a possibility. He gently placed a hand on Noah’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Noah, I want you to know something very important. Being a parent isn’t just about biology, it’s about how we love and care for each other.”

Noah nodded, his eyes still unsure.

Lando took a deep breath. “When I married your mom and adopted you I made a choice. I chose to be your dad. I chose to love you, protect you and be there for you and that choice is something I will never, ever regret. You mean the world to me, just like Maebry does.”

Noah’s eyes widened and he looked down at the floor, his emotions swirling. “But sometimes it feels like Maebry gets more attention.”

Lando placed a comforting hand on Noah’s back. “Maebry is younger and she needs a lot of care right now. But that doesn’t mean you’re any less important, it just means we have to balance our attention. I promise you, I love you and your sister both so very much and that love grows bigger every day.”

“Really?” Noah’s lip quivered and he looked up at his dad with a hopeful smile. 

Lando smiled gently at the boy, trying to put as much love into it as possible. “Really.”

Noah’s worry began to fade as he listened to Lando’s words. He threw his arms around his dad in a tight hug, feeling the reassurance he so desperately needed.

“Thanks, Dad,” Noah whispered, his voice muffled against Lando’s shoulder.

Lando hugged him back, his heart swelling. “Anytime, buddy. Whenever you need to talk or if you’re ever unsure, remember that you’re my first child, Noah, and that means you hold a special place in my heart. Every moment we spend together is precious to me. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

A few days later Y/N was out with some of her girlfriends, leaving Lando in charge of bedtime for Noah and Maebry. Lando decided to make it special by setting up a cozy spot in the living room with pillows and blankets, preparing for an evening of storytelling.

He began by reading to Maebry, choosing a vibrant picture book full of colorful illustrations. Lando’s animated voice and playful expressions made Maebry giggle and reach for the pictures. Noah, holding his favorite bedtime story, watched from the edge of the blanket fort, feeling increasingly left out as Lando’s attention again was entirely on Maebry.

After finishing with Maebry, he gently lifted her from the blankets and placed her in her crib. He then turned to Noah with a warm smile. “How about we turn your favorite story into a special adventure tonight?”

Noah looked up, curiosity piqued. “What do you mean, Dad?”

Lando’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “We’ll use the blanket fort as our magic castle. I’ll be the storyteller and you’ll help me make the adventure come alive. What do you think?”

Noah’s face brightened, his sadness fading. “That sounds fun!”

Lando helped Noah into the blanket fort, arranging the pillows and turning on a small flashlight to create some extra magic. He began reading Noah’s favorite story about a brave knight and a dragon. He asked Noah to help with sound effects like the dragon’s roar and the knight’s sword clashing.

The longer they read, the more of Noah’s initial shyness melted away. He joined in, making the story come to life together with his dad. At the end of the story, Lando wrapped up with a triumphant finale where the knight saved the kingdom. He looked at Noah and said, “You were an amazing knight tonight.”

“Thanks, Dad. I had a lot of fun!” Noah smiled brightly at his father who pulled him into a tight hug.

“I love you, Noah and even though Maebry needs extra care right now, that doesn’t change how important you are to me. We’ll always have these special moments.”

With their special bedtime adventure complete, Lando helped Noah get tucked into bed, promising more adventures in the future and Noah drifted off to sleep feeling loved and cherished.

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AN: First of all Anon, your English is amazing!!! Sending so much love to Argentina. I hope you like it and if not let me know and I can rewrite 😊🫶

Taglist: @eloriis @pacifierbby @landossainz @littlegrapejuice @barcelonaloverf1life @poppyflower-22 @itsjustfranzi @vickykazuya @sltwins

[itsthewritergal]

Please can I hold you? - Bucky.Barnes x Reader

Hello my loves,

I'm trying to be better this year at writing.

Summary: Y/N leaves, and Bucky tries his hardest to fix it.

TW: Kissing, trauma, family trauma, shouting, swearing, (let me know if I've missed some)

January 1st, it was supposed to be their year. They had promised each other that this was it, Bucky and Y/N. Bucky had promised no more long missions away from Y/N, Y/N had promised that she would move in with Bucky so they could finally spend more time together. A good year was what they wanted, what they deserved, what they needed.  But here they were screaming at each other over Bucky not kissing Y/N at midnight. Y/N had explained to Bucky multiple times that she was at the edge, she couldn’t cope anymore with arguing, and whilst Bucky never admitted it, he hated it just as much, if not more than Y/N. Yet here they were. 

“And another thing, I didn’t even want to go to Nat’s stupid New Year’s eve party” Bucky screamed ‘I wanted to be at home with you’ was the bit he failed to include in his insult. 

“You told me you wanted to be with people you loved on New Year’s Eve, I thought it would be fun” She shouted back “You think it was fun for me? Because it fucking wasn’t. All I wanted to do was come home, the whole night, but you wanted to keep drinking” She seethed, Bucky wanted to tell her it wasn’t true. He didn’t want to drink, but he stupidly got caught up in the party. 

“Now you’re going to get at me for drinking? Like you don’t do it every single weekend” He shouted, “Thor never brings that fucking mead, I deserved to have a nice night” He was being mean intentionally, but he couldn’t stop. 

“I never said you didn’t Buck” She said her voice suddenly quieter, Bucky should have noticed it was because she was getting upset but he didn’t. 

“Do you have any idea how hard I’ve been working? I just wanted one nice night” Bucky should have stopped himself, he knows he should stop but he couldn’t. He was angry at himself for not putting his foot down and saying he wanted to spend time with just Y/N. 

“One nice night?” Y/N parroted “The nights we have aren’t nice? Is that what you’re saying?” 

“No! You’re twisting my words” Bucky snapped, he spoke with insecurity but it came across as anger and Y/N didn’t like that 

“Because I’m the bad guy right? James Bucky Barnes can’t put a foot wrong, but I can. That’s all I do right?” Y/N said, her fears coming to the surface. The insecurity was all from her messed up childhood, Bucky knew that from their late night chats, when they’d lay next to each other and confess everything, but he didn’t realise that the fear was seeping into their relationship. 

“That’s not what this is about” Bucky said realising suddenly how far he had taken the fight, and how distraught Y/N was becoming 

“Isn’t it?” Y/N snapped, her eyes locked onto Bucky as a target.

“You’re making this worse than it needs to be” Bucky said, unknowingly adding more fuel to the fire 

“Yeah that’s me isn’t it? Making everything worse. Don’t worry Buck, I get it” She snapped turning away from Bucky 

“Where the hell are you going?” He called after her 

“Downstairs Buck, I need some space away from you right now” She stormed out of their bedroom and down the stairs. Bucky sat down on their bed with his head in his hands, he had just fucked everything up. 

Taking a deep breath Bucky decided to set an alarm for 10 minutes, and once it had gone off he would go and speak to Y/N calmly about his feelings. That was how they were going to fix it. He knew he had messed up but he would fix it. 

Y/N stood in their hallway, and listened to Bucky close their bedroom door. She knew she had blown things out of proportion, she had made things worse. The little voice in her head told her she had messed things up seriously this time. There was no coming back from this. Bucky hated her, she knew that much. The thought along was enough to almost break her, pulling on her trainers she left the house silently, following the little voice down the streets. She twisted and turned around the streets she used to love walking with Bucky, but now they just felt like they were taunting her as she remembered the kisses they had shared at the bus stop, and the stray cat they had wanted to adopt by the street corner.  She couldn’t cope with it, so she began to run. 

The wind blew in her ears, the kind of fierce that stopped her from having to think, it was dark and the street lamps did little to ease her discomfort. She was on her way home, in the desperate hope that Bucky was asleep, or at Steve’s or Sam’s. She had no idea of the time,  having left her phone at home in Bucky’s jacket pocket most likely, but she sent a silent prayer to the sky that it was late enough that Bucky wouldn’t still be around. She couldn’t face him, not after everything she had done. Her mother was right, she wasn’t made for relationships, she would always mess them up, and now she had screwed up the only good thing she had going for her. This was it. She was done. Y/N didn’t notice the way her hands shivered a little with the cold biting wind, with her furious mood and growing insecurity she had forgotten a coat.  As she turned onto her and Bucky’s street the tears started again, this really was the end. Her and Bucky were about to be done, finished, ended. 

So much for their year. She mused to herself silently, revelling in the cruel twist of fate, her mother was right. 

Pushing the handle of the door down quietly, in the hope to not wake Bucky if he was in, Y/N creaked the door open. She took a shaky step into the house, listening out for Bucky. When she was satisfied that there was no sound of him she closed the door behind her and took off her shoes. 

“Y/N?” Bucky’s shaky voice called out, she froze. “Baby?” He said coming into the hall, Y/N put her hand back on the door handle, she was ready to run again, this was not a conversation she was ready to have. 

“Don’t you dare ever scare me like that again” He said wrapping his arms around her tensed body, Y/N kept herself tensed, she was ready to run if she needed. 

“I know you’re scared, I know you think you’ve messed this all up but I swear to you this whole argument is on me” he said refusing to let her out of his embrace, 

“Bucky stop” she said quietly 

“I’m sorry” He said dropping his arms, she looked up at him with red eyes “Could you come and sit down in the lounge for me?” He asked 

“I should go” 

“No” Bucky said “You’re going to come and sit down and we are going to talk about this, because we are bigger than your insecurities and we are going to fix this” he said, 

“Oh,” Y/N said “oh” She repeated once the words had settled into her head “You aren’t breaking up with me?” 

“Come on doll, come sit down for me?” He said 

“Ok” She said, following Bucky through their house. 

Y/N settled herself into an armchair, where she could curl her legs up underneath herself. Bucky opted for the sofa opposite her, picking up on the fact that she didn’t want to touch him just yet. 

“Before we start, the next time you need to get away you tell me where you’re going. I was terrified doll, I know the kind of people that are out there and if you need space, please let me come with you. I promise I won’t walk beside you or speak to you but I need to know you are safe.” Bucky said “Please?” 

“I’m sorry Buck” She said,

“No apologies. We have to make mistakes to fix them for the future yeah?” He said 

“I don think I can do this Bucky. All your friends hate me, I invited you to a party you didn’t want to be at, I asked you to cut down your missions. Everything I do, makes me the issue in this relationship” She said, 

“That’s not true, everyone loves you—”

“No they don’t, they put up with me” 

“No, no, Y/N. Please don’t do this. I know you’re spiralling, I know that you’ve always been made to believe that its your fault. But I swear to you this one is on me. I wanted to spend New Years Eve with just you. I wanted to kiss you at midnight, but I fucked up. I got drunk and neglected you. You should have been my priority at midnight, not that stupid drink” 

“I should’ve let you have fun” Y/N said 

“No, I should have kissed you” Bucky said, his tone was final and Y/N didn’t want to argue anymore. 

“I didn’t deserve it” 

“You don’t have to earn love” Bucky said, moving to the carpeted space in front of Y/N’s armchair, taking Y/N’s hands in his he pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles “I love you, I want to spend my life with you and I will spend every single moment apologising to you for the way I acted” 

“I’m sorry for saying all those mean things Buck” Y/N said “I didn’t mean them I just wanted to make myself the bad person so you could hate me. I wanted you to hate me” 

“Why did you want that?” Bucky asked after pressing another kiss to her hand 

“So you’d end things, so my fears could come true. It’s sadistic, but I guess I’m always just waiting for the end so I just wanted it to happen. Like ripping a bandage off” 

“Oh Y/N” Bucky said gently “You never have to be scared of me leaving. We will always work through our issues, you’re my life. You’re my world, this is it for me.” 

“So you’re not waiting for me to fuck up so you can leave?” 

“No, I’m not” Bucky said 

“I’m sorry” she whispered 

“No more apologies” Bucky whispered “Please let me hold you baby? We can talk more in the morning I promise. But right now I just need to hold you”

“You never need to ask”

[astrolynnworld]

candy

pairing: chris x reader

summary: you keep teasing chris at a party and he deals with you immediately

warnings: smut, stoned chris & reader, teasing, rough sex, exhabition, little bit of degrading, breeding.

a/n- requested by @cutiepatootie36273 <33

word count: 1,009

i drunkly shift through the crowd of the party as i look around for chris

to no surprise he’s in the corner sharing a blunt between a few friends.

i squeeze my way into the circle and latch myself onto chris

“oh there you are baby!” he exclaims as wraps an arm around me

they continue to pass the blunt around in another rotation while chatting it up, not really acknowledging my presence

the music, controlling the vibe of the function, starts to tone down into a more slow r&b vibe.

“ooo i like this song!” i say as i slowly start to back up and body roll on him as a bit of fun

when im drunk, i get really feely touchy. and not only was i drunk but i felt a bit of contact high from all the smoke air that his friends were blowing around me

regardless, chris knows how intimate i get when im intoxicated. so i wasn’t surprised when he told me to “don’t start”

“whattt? im just having fun” i playful roll my eyes

at this point him and his friends has finished the blunt so when his friends dispersed into the kitchen to grab some water, he stayed back.

i turn around and continue to sing the lyrics of the song in his face while pointing and slowly shaking my hips side to side as if im an artist at a concert

he just stands there. leaned up against the wall, looking down at me. admiring me

“you’re so pretty you know?” he slightly bites his lip with a faded eye glare

i look up at him with glossy eyes, “you don’t say huh?” i laugh

“come on let’s go outside” he asserts while grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door of the party

i follow him blindly and watch as he leads us to a nearby street light where we can still hear the music from the party

“why are we out here?” i ask

“i don’t know, i kinda don’t really want guys having their eyes on you.” he replies

“babe?” i laugh indicating that he’s being ridiculous

“im so serious. i really got a good look at you and i know other guys will want too as well if they haven’t already. i cant deal with that, im gonna get mad” he continues

“is someone a bit jealous on wether or not another guy will eye fuck me?” i say in a seductive tone as i wrap my arms around his neck

“please. i’m the only one who can fuck you” he says

“then do it..” i respond in a whisper

he looks down at my eyes then looks back up to get a view of our surroundings

“you’re such a fucking tease. you know anybody can walk out and catch us right now.” he says with a fought back tone of craving

“isn’t that apart of the fun”

he stares me at me, mouth slightly agape as he processes what i say.

then a smirk erupts, “you’re so fucking nasty.. i love it”

he shifts me over to where we are not directly under the street light and starts kissing me.

passionate, deep, needy kisses.

all over my lips, neck, and ears

“fuck you smell so good.” he lets out before going back to kissing me

he walks me backwards to a nearby car that’s parked on the side of the road without breaking the kiss

he leans me against the car and puts his hands in my pants to start rubbing me through my underwear

“baby you’re fucking soaked. do you like when i take charge like this?”

i nod my head while looking up at him through fuzzy eyes

“so pretty baby.” he says before he starts kissing me again

he then spins me around and bends me over the cars trunk

he pulls my pants down and aligns his cock with my hole while pushing my head onto the car

he slides his cock into me while grabbbing my hands behind my back

he thrusts into me deep letting a moan escape my lips

“you drive me so crazy baby.” he says through gritted teeth while continuing to do this deep thrust that always sends me over the edge

“look at how much you’re mine baby? bent over on a strangers car getting fucked outside in public.” he continued to thrust deep and hard

“someone can walk outside right now and catch us. catch you being a dirty slut who likes to get fucked in public” he starts to pick up the pace

i can’t even think to speak, the only thing that escapes my lips are the breathy moans that form from the pleasure

“right baby? you’re a dirty little slut who likes to be fucked in public” he continues

“y-yes chris. i-i’m you- your dirty little slut.. who li-likes to be fucked in pub- public” i try to speak out while i feel the tightness in my stomach start to build into an orgasm

“fuck baby. you’re getting so tight for me, are you gonna cum my love?” he asks

“y-yes. i’m gonna cum .. pl- please don’t stop chris” i moan out

he continued to thrust into me faster and deeper

the pressure on my cervix sends me over the edge into a squirting mess

i moan out his name as my shakes from the orgasm i just produced.

he starts to slow down

“fuck. i just came in you baby” he says fearfully

i look back and stare at him

“i didn’t even mean too. i just forgot to pull out, i was too into the moment” he continues

“i think it’s fine.. i have plan b’s at home” i try to say comfortably

“if not.. we’d make amazing parents!” he jokes

“yeah yeah. none of that please” i laugh back

he bends down to give me a kiss

“i love you so much. don’t know what id do without you” he sincerely says

“i love you too, chris”

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[runnning-outof-time]

Dear K, you've been spoiling us haven't you? First with all your incredible worlds you've been sharing the last days and now this celebrations - congratulations 🎉🎉 I hope the joy of writing never leaves you! I would like to request

9. "Forget I ever said that" with Tommy with a sprinkle of tone-surprise on top

I hope you have fun and can't wait to see what you come up with! Xx

Val!! Thank SO much for your incredibly kind words!! You’ve been such a big supporter and dear friend of mine! I added some surprise into this, but I’m not sure if it’s how you wanted. A post I’d seen on here about this possibility came into mind and I decided to write it out. I hope you like it. Enjoy! :)

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Good With Horses

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: drinking, smoking, language, brief mention of drug dealing

Word Count: 903

Summary: Tommy lets a secret slip while he and (Y/N) have a chat about his youngest brother.

“I bet Pol’s spoke to ya,” Tommy started as he entered the front sitting room, where (Y/N) was relaxing on one of the couches.

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed at his statement, and she watched him as he walked to where the decanters are shelved so that he could grab one and a glass to bring over to where she was sitting. She doesn’t say anything, just watches as he pours himself a glass of whiskey so that he can immediately tip it back. The huffed groan that left his lips after he set the glass down tells her he’s had a long day.

“About what?” she decides to ask him, her brows still furrowed.

Tommy takes a moment to go about lighting himself a cigarette, and he doesn’t speak until after he’d taken a deep drag. “What Finn’s been up to,” he answered, sitting back against the chair as he finally looked at to her.

“She didn’t say anything to me about that,” (Y/N) shook her head, a bit of confusion present on her face now.

A scoff leaves Tommy’s lips and he shakes his head before voicing his thoughts: “she just about ripped my ear off with it earlier.” Rolling his eyes up to the ceiling before he took another drag from the cigarette.

“What’s he done?” she questioned, wanting to know what was going on.

“He’s been off dealing snow. She said that Moss saw him out with some of the junior Blinders.”

“The Blinders you’ve told him he needs to be a part of?” she raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah, but I haven’t told him that he needs to be out dealing with them,” he clarified, his eyebrows raised as he let his frustration seep through. “He doesn’t need to be dealing…he isn’t one of the fucking foot soldiers.”

“I don’t know what to say, Tommy…”

“I need to find something else for him to do,” he sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge his nose in hopes to alleviate some of the pressure he was feeling. “I can’t have Pol constantly breathin’ down my neck about it.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips in a thin line as she began thinking of some possibilities that could work for Finn, since it seemed like that was the direction this conversation was heading.

“He can work at the tracks,” she proposed an idea.

“No,” he immediately shot it down.

“Why not?”

“Can’t have him around that side of things. Pol wants him to stay in Birmingham,” he gave the reason.

“He’s just barely sixteen, Tom…what sides of this business should he be able to work around? Maybe it’s not the place for him.”

“He’s gotta stay doing something,” he shot down her idea of having him step away completely. “Needs to be put to work,” he mumbled then, sitting up to rest his elbows on his thighs as he hung his head.

Silence settled around them for a few moments, both being consumed by their thoughts. (Y/N) was the one to speak first: “what if you put him at the yard with Uncle Charlie and Curly?” she suggested, her statement making Tommy look up again. The look of intrigue that flashed in his eyes made her continue. “He could help them with deliveries and also with the horses they have there,” she gave more of an explanation.

“He’ll stick with the horses…I won’t have him messing with the deliveries,” Tommy added his own thoughts to her idea. (Y/N) nodded her head in agreement.

“He’s good with horses, isn’t he?” she asked the question - that should have preceded her suggestion - after wracking her brain and trying to think of any memories that she had of Finn on a horse.

“He’s a Shelby…course he’s good with horses,” he answered, an undertone of pride present in his voice. “He’s a better rider than any of us I think,” he mused after a few moments passed.

(Y/N) couldn’t stop her lips from twisting up into a smile as she heard her husband’s statement. Never did she think that he’d admit the fact that someone in his family could be a better horseman than he was. She was certainly surprised by the admission.

“Hey…” Tommy started, the sound of his voice making (Y/N) look at him again. He took the cigarette out from between his lips and gestured it towards her, his index finger pointing in her direction; his eyebrows raised. “Forget I ever said that,” he insisted, his eyes locked onto hers.

(Y/N) pursed her lips together in hopes that her smile wouldn’t grow any larger, but she was betrayed. A giggle bubbled up passed her lips as she looked down at her lap, hoping that her look of surprise would disappear.

“Eh?” he checked with her when she didn’t respond right away.

She tried to put on as straight a face as possible as she looked up at him again. “I will,” she agreed with a nod.

Tommy nodded in response to her, relaxing back into the chair again. “He’ll work with the horses then,” he settled the matter, his eyes shutting for the first time that day.

The grin reappeared on (Y/N)’s face as she looked over at her relaxing husband. She’d most definitely be telling Polly, Esme, and Ada what he’d just admitted the next time the ladies got together.

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[dmwrites]

Scar passed by Grian’s fishing shack one day to see the man fishing again. His back to the land, a pole in his hand, the perfect picture of peace. It reminded Scar of fond memories in early game, fishing and chatting with his friends late into the night. Scar took a picture and went on his way.

It wasn’t until the evening, laying in bed and bringing up the picture to send to Grian that Scar noticed something was off. Grian wasn’t wearing his fisherman’s best; rather, he was in his permit office clothes, kaki pants and all! Scar chuckled- if he had noticed that at the time, he surely would have bugged Grian about some permit or another.

<you whispered to Grian: looks like someone forgot to clock out>

Scar sent the image and lay back in his bed. It wasn’t like Grian to be seen in his permit office clothes, but he understood the grip an obsession had on a man. But Scar made a note to visit Grian the following day, to poke some fun at his blunder.

The next day came, and Scar wheeled himself across the stretch of grass to Grian’s place. He slowed, then stopped, when he caught sight of Grian. Fishing. Right where he’d left the guy the day before. In the same office worker clothes.

“What the- Grian!” Scar rolled up and tapped Grian on the back. He was kind of weirdly wet. Scar wiped his hand on his shirt. “I’d like to discuss getting another permit, please.”

Scar chuckled at his joke, but Grian remained still, fishing bobber floating in the water. He didn’t say anything, just jerked his head slightly to acknowledge Scar’s prescience.

“G, buddy, you can’t just be abandoning all of your life for fishing, no matter how much you love it. Have you even slept? Eaten? You definitely haven’t taken a shower, I can smell you from over here, woof!”

Grian still said nothing. The bobber went under the water, but Grian just watched it. Scar waited, but the thing just eventually came back to the surface, unaffected. Scar frowned, unnerved by Grian’s silence. He wasn’t shifting and giggling like he did when playing a prank.

“Here, at least let me get you some food.” Scar said. “You have some cooked fish in the barrels over here, if I remember correctly. Not that I go through your things or steal food, I just- what on earth?”

Scar opened up a barrel to find it filled with a deep red material, like the inside of a fish or other animal. It wasn’t packaged or anything, just out in the open. It glistened with some kind of liquid, and there were definite shapes deep within the substance. Scar blinked rapidly.

“G, what on earth are you keeping in here? You creepy little man.”

Scar heard heavy, slapping footsteps behind him, and he wheeled around to confront him, but stopped mid-breath. Grian was standing behind him, and Scar’s words failed him as he took a proper look at him for the first time in days. Grian’s face was sagging, his black eyes sunk back in his head, drooping even more then usual. His skin looked shiny and discolored, and his mouth was hung open listlessly.

“G, you know Halloween isn’t for another few months now.” Scar said nervously. “But the costume looks great! Can’t even tell what you are. I think I’m going to go now… goodbye!”

Scar took off, and he could have sworn that Grian had reached for him as he did. Scar did a big loop in the sky and headed to the big lighthouse across the river. Maybe their neighbor, Gem, had some answers. She seemed in on his hyjinks often enough.

“Gem! Gem! Have you noticed that something weird is going on with Grian?” Scar landed next to Gem, who was painting something on the side of the lighthouse.

“Gem?”

Gem turned around to face Scar, moving her body to face his in a way that looked deeply heavy and cumbersome. Her eyes were distant, greyer then usual. His fingers were covered in a thick, translucent slime. She opened her mouth and let out an awful, gargling sound, and Scar watched two pink tendril looking things appear at the back of her mouth, coming up her throat. Scar wheeled backwards with a shout as his brain struggled to process what he was seeing. It wasn’t tendrils he was looking at, but thick, slimy antennae.

Gem lurched forward, but Scar didn’t wait around to find out why. He wheeled backwards off the lighthouse and deployed his elytra. He spammed rockets until he hit the side of his train, and scrambled in the engine car. Down in his maze of a storage room, back so far that he himself wasn’t sure how to leave, he sat, shaking, trying and failing to not picture the snail coming out of Gem’s throat.

Thats what it was, what it had to be. The antenna was far to familiar to Scar, who had been plagued by those sneaky snails before. He’d wondered where they’d gone, and it seemed he finally had some semblance of an answer. He thought of the red matter in Grian’s barrels, and his stomach lurched. He closed his eyes, but the darkness brought on horrors of his own, of being taken out piece by piece and being worn as a meat puppet. He shuddered, and wondered how long until he would be like them. The snails seemed to like messing with him, after all.

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 50)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (45) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (7)

Masterlist (other parts here)

YFN was very aware of Jordan’s feelings after the bombshell admission the night before. She’d been extra quiet, deep in thought and she couldn’t blame her. She’d be doing the exact same.

Lucy was also extra-sensitive to Jordan, however that didn’t stop her from wolfing down the equivalent food for a small family.

YFN reached over and wiped some sauce off her chin with her thumb. “Slow down, Luce, the food’s not running away.”

Lucy was excited to eat, her stomach had been rumbling since that morning as they waited for Jordan to wake.

She nodded a response through a mouthful and knew she was right. It was never good to eat so quickly.

“Are you thinking a late night drive Sunday for your dinner, or will you stay in town?” YFN asked.

“I was just thinking that, actually. I’m thinking staying in London will be best.”

“My place is always free…” Lucy suggested.

“Oh, right. Thanks, Lucy. I just don’t want to be alone...”

“I agree,” YFN jumped in quickly. “So either I can stay or maybe a night with Katie and Caitlin will be a good idea?”

“Oh that’d be brilliant actually. I was also thinking of bringing Blu down.”

“Just let Carla know and drive down after training,” YFN suggested. “That’s stupid she’s making you drive all the way back for a few hours of practice.”

Jordan scoffed. “Yeah and she probably won’t even play me until late anyways.” Jordan shook her head and messaged the girls in the group chat. “Anything fun planned for Barca? You’d be racking up those air miles now!”

YFN laughed. “Oh yeah, I’m collecting those points. Um, I think the team will be celebrating after El Clasico…” she looked to Lucy who nodded, unsurprisingly mouth full. “And also it’s Ridley’s birthday so I was going to show my face there.”

“It’s Ridley’s birthday?!” Lucy asked, surprised.

“Sunday night, yeah.”

“Is she doing anything for it?”

“Oh, it’s Ridley. She’ll have Javier’s place absolutely packed to the brim with people. All the bells and whistles and celebrating.”

Lucy gave an impressed look and then a shrug. “We can stop by.”

“Just for a hello,” YFN reassured and kissed her on the cheek.

“I should warn Alexia…”

“To avoid Javier’s?”

“Or to go…her choice.”

“Isn’t she going to be at the El Clasico celebrations?”

“Probably but not for long, she’s still injured from the last game so won’t be playing. I doubt she’ll want to celebrate too long. What time is Ridley’s party?”

“Oh her parties are always 24 hours long minimum…” Lucy’s eyes widened and Jordan’s mouth dropped open. “It’s a thing,” she shrugged. She was used to it.

“Okay…well Barca celebrations won’t be until later that night. Alexia will be coming over to mine to get dressed.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…I think she was hoping to talk to you a bit more about Ridley…”

“She is complicated…” YFN admitted.

“And you’re the only one who understands her.”

“Fair. Okay well I’m covering the Villa, Hammers game so I’m hoping to catch that 7:00pm flight but it’ll be close.”

“Need a lift?” Jordan asked.

“Yes, please. Mind driving me to the game also so I can leave Miles at Lucy’s?”

“Of course, mate!”

“So are you staying here or Katie and Caitlin’s tonight?”

“Um… I was thinking here tonight with you and theirs tomorrow…” she checked her phone. “Yeah, they’re happy for me to stay. I’ll leave Blu here and pick him up after the game.”

“How long since Leah’s seen Blu?”

Jordan paused. YFN knew Leah was close to him too. She wondered how long it had been since she’d seen him. “A while,” Jordan sighed. “I think I should cancel the dinner.”

“Not ready to talk?”

“I don’t think so. I just want a hug.”

YFN understood better than anyone.

Jordan sighed. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not,” Lucy said before YFN could. “I’d fly across the world just to hug YFN.”

YFN softened and reached over to squeeze Lucy’s thigh, resting her hand here. She wouldn’t even attempt to hold her hand, they were too full of food.

“Really?”

Lucy nodded. “100%.”

“Would you like me to talk to her?” YFN asked. She didn’t mind being an intermediary if it meant they had time together to heal.

“Please…”

YFN messaged Leah and put her phone down to take a sip of her apple juice. Her phone buzzed. Jeez, she was quick.

Leah: That’s perfectly fine, we can still have dinner. I won’t talk, I know she’s not ready for that. Will she come over to mine for dinner?

YFN relayed the message and watched Jordan relax when she realised Leah was happy just to have her around.

“She’s not the best cook… she hates it.”

YFN: Jordan is confused as you’re quote ���not the best cook.”

Leah: I hate it, but I want us to have our space away from people and I want to try for her. I’ve been learning.

YFN’s heart softened more as she told Jordan. Jordan hesitated, her lower lip trembling. “Can I bring Blu?”

YFN smiled, knowing her suggestion was taken on board. She asked Leah.

Leah: Yes, of course! I miss him. Tell her I’ll be ready anytime from 6pm onwards. The door will be unlocked. Thanks for this, YFN. I really appreciate it.

YFN: You’re welcome, Leah. You both just need the opportunity to heal and I want to help with that. I know you know this already but please step carefully. She’s fragile at the moment and doesn’t know what to think. All she knows is that she wants to be around you.

Leah: I’ll respect her space, I promise. The last thing I want to do is scare her away.

YFN replied with a heart and put her phone back on the table.

“She’ll be ready from 6pm onwards and the door’s going to be unlocked. She’s going to give you your space, Dory,” she gave her a reassuring look and felt Lucy squeeze her hand on her thigh supportively.

Jordan nodded and took a nervous sip of her coffee just as her alarm went off. “Time to go!”

She gave the pair hugs and a good luck for El Clasico, Lucy returning the well wishes. They watched her drive off, and YFN would have been more worried if she didn’t know she’d be seeing her that night.

YFN took Lucy into the new office and showed her around, the footballer being immediately swamped as they arrived. Most tried to be polite and give space, but they were all football fanatics after all. She showed her the conference rooms, main office space and her little desk. She had an office but the idea of using it still felt pretentious. She wanted to feel like she’d earnt it, which she hadn’t just yet. Lucy tried to convince her otherwise.

“You’ve done so much…and you are the boss.”

“I haven’t done enough, not yet.”

“Are you feeling guilty because you’re in Spain so much with me?”

She bit her lip. Lucy understood. That was one of her main reasons of feeling like she hadn’t earnt it. “I’ll move in there when we expand next…”

Lucy put a hand on her waist, still aware they were surrounded by most of the staff. “How about you make it a reward for covering your first round of International women’s games?”

YFN smiled, impressed. She hadn’t thought of that. She put her hand out and Lucy took it, shaking. “Agreed.”

Lucy wandered around talking to people and also spent time watching as YFN worked for a few hours. She loved watching her gather everyone and use them so efficiently and to the best of their abilities. She boosted the morale of her team and made sure they were all completely confident about their roles and what was required of them. Only when she was happy with the progress did they say their goodbyes. On the way out, YFN stopped her.

“Oh…Luce…could you sign the wall?”

Lucy tilted her head in question.

“It’s a new thing I want to start. I’ve had this wall painted our brand of purple and I was thinking it would be a cool idea if we had footballers sign it. I’m hoping to have the wall completely covered… I think it’ll be great motivation for the team to look at.”

Lucy nodded slowly, unable to stop her heart loving her even more. “It’s a great idea, little one.”

YFN smiled and handed her a yellow marker. “Anywhere you want… just leave room for other people.”

Lucy looked at the massive purple wall in front of her and laughed. “I think I can manage.”

“Oh and write your name next to it also, please.”

YFN watched as Lucy did a neat signature with her number 2 for England in it. She wrote her name under it and stepped back, grinning. She was the first, just as YFN had wanted her to be. Lucy loved being first.

Their drive to the airport was full of banter and flirting, both planning another facetime with YFN’s nan and brother, and another catch up with Lucy’s family during the next international break in two weeks’ time. It was all so… natural. The worst part was that they kept having to say goodbye to each other. It was the exact reason that her main goal to aim for was to have Lumos running seamlessly so she could move abroad to Spain to be with Lucy and zoom most of the meetings she needed to. She’d need to build up supervisors and the company first, of course, and she talked to Lucy about that. Lucy was honest about not knowing where she’d end up, and if she was going to stay at Barca. Regardless of where she went, though, YFN’s goal wouldn’t change. It would give her more freedom to work abroad and spend more time with Lucy.

They parked up at the airport and checked Lucy’s bag in. They were running on time; her flight wasn’t for another hour but she needed to get through security.

YFN looked up at Lucy, not able to stop the melancholy look on her face. Lucy stroked her fingers down her cheek, brushing over one of her dimples.

“My plane lands at 10:30pm your time,” YFN reminded her.

“I’ll be there.”

“Promise?”

Lucy nodded. “That’s dinner time in Barca, little one. Alexia and I will still be at mine getting ready.”

“Okay,” she whispered and reached up on her toes to plant the softest of kisses on Lucy’s lips as a thank you. She stepped back and saw Lucy’s eyes start to darken. She bit her lip which caught all of her girlfriend’s attention as she freed it with her thumb. Out of the blue, Lucy grabbed her arm and dragged her towards a single bathroom.

“Luce..?”

“I need you.”

YFN didn’t argue. She needed her just as bad. She let herself be tugged along, her body tingling with excitement.

“This is what you get for bringing up babies,” Lucy said as she locked the bathroom door behind them and guided her backwards, both heaving breathing as Lucy dropped her backpack.

“L…Luce?”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I’ll be quick,” Lucy said as she pressed her against the wall, her mouth coming down hot and needily. YFN’s hands fisted Lucy’s hair, essentially ruining that perfect low bun of hers. At first Lucy used her hands to tilt YFN’s head where she wanted it for their mouths desperately crashing against one another; Lucy’s tongue finding YFN’s quickly and teasing it. Then, her hands moved down to her pants. Without their mouths breaking apart, Lucy slipped her thumbs under her pants and underwear hanging from her hips and shoved them down just far enough to slip her hand down and feel her. God, she was desperate just to feel her. She looked so sexy in her dress at the awards. All mad at Mark. All protective of her friends and working to help them resolve their issues. Lucy had to cling to all of the strength she had just to not drag her into the bathrooms at the awards and fuck her there. People may have heard but for the first time in her life, she didn’t care. She wanted everyone to know she was hers.

“Fuck, how are you so wet?” She moaned into her mouth as she felt the patch in her underwear against her knuckles and the wet warmth of her little Australian on her fingertips as she teased her clit.

YFN pulled away from Lucy’s mouth. “Maybe it has something to do with our shower this morning.. or the breakfast we had.. or watching you get fan-girled over by my staff in our office. Or maybe it’s because it’s just you, and I love you.” She slipped a hand down Lucy’s pants and found her also in a similar state. She gave a victorious grin.

Lucy didn’t like losing. She pushed two fingers into her little Australian and watched as her body jerked, her mouth opening and eyes shutting as she whimpered. She pulled YFN’s hand out of her pants. “Not me, just you.”

Her fingers began moving, YFN unable to stop her hips rocking into Lucy’s hand as she fingered her. Her fingers gripped tighter in her hair and she pulled Lucy’s head as close as she could get her, until it was buried in her neck. She brought her lips to Lucy’s ear and let her pleasure be heard there; if Lucy wasn’t going to touch her, then YFN was sure as hell going to make sure she heard her. She wanted her own body wet and needy for the plane ride home as a reminder of her.

“F…fuck.. argh fuck Luce you’re so good to me,” she whimpered in her ear. A shiver ran up Lucy’s spine, YFN able to feel it. The footballer used her spare hand to push her pants and underwear down further until they’d slipped to the floor so she was fully naked from the waist down. YFN stepped one foot out to widen Lucy’s access, Lucy going a step further and bending to grab behind her knee and hoist it up over her hip. The wet sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her became louder that way and YFN whined as she became even more worked up, her body needing Lucy the more she had of her.

“I bet you taste so good,” Lucy growled into her neck.

YFN couldn’t help but be turned on at the sight of Lucy’s bicep flexing as she fucked her fingers in and out of her, and she grabbed it, holding onto that large muscle like a lifeline. Her nipples were hard and rubbing up against Lucy’s chest, her breathing ragged as she came close.

“You just had to look fucking gorgeous last night in that dress, didn’t you?”

YFN only responded in moans and whimpers at the feel of Lucy’s fingers curling up into that sensitive spot inside her.

“I didn’t like people staring at you,” she growled again as she nipped her ear.

“I…didn’t like people staring at you, Luce…” she admitted in between whines.

“You want my babies, huh?” Lucy asked dominantly.

YFN shivered as she remembered their conversation that morning in the shower. “L…Luce.. too soon.. ah fuck yes… too soon to be talking a….bout babies.”

Lucy scoffed against her jaw. “We both know how this ends, little one. With you and me. So let’s just start our future now, yeah?” She bit her jaw.

It was YFN’s turn to shiver at those words. Lucy was right, they were both old enough and had been through enough heartbreak and relationships to know that this is how they would end. Together.

“Y…yes…!”

Lucy was unsure whether she was whimpering at the feeling or at what she said. “Yes what?”

“Yes I w..want to have your babies, Luce… argh fuck yes please don’t stop….argh…of course I do…”

Lucy groaned into her neck at that admission. “Come, little one, I want to feel you come around my fingers.”

She sped up and at those words it didn’t take long for YFN’s body to find its release, clenching up around Lucy’s fingers so tight that the footballer moaned at the feeling that she’d just fucked into her. Her breaths stopped as she came, her fingernails digging into Lucy’s skin as that bliss overwhelmed her into state of peace.

She slumped again Lucy with a heavy exhale, a little whimper escaping her lips as she removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean.

“Yeah... you taste good,” she confirmed proudly.

YFN scoffed as she did what she always did; repay kindness with kindness. She kissed Lucy’s face wherever she could reach her, little butterfly kisses to show her love and gratitude for her little desperate orgasm. Lucy hummed happily, eyes closed and accepted, manoeuvring her face so she could reach more spots. Lucy broke her gesture by kissing her on the lips. YFN leaned into the kiss for a second until she pulled back, Lucy noticing a blushing creeping up her cheeks.

“Um… I’m kind of half-naked Luce and… it’s getting cold..”

Lucy chuckled. “The sexiest Winnie the Pooh I’ve ever seen.”

That made YFN blush harder but actually laugh at the similarity as Lucy squatted down to guide her foot back into her pants and underwear and pull them up.

YFN stopped her before they were up all of the way.

“Little one?”

“I need to pee..”

Lucy chucked. “You should always pee after sex. So go.”

YFN bit her lip.

“Oh come on, I’ve had my tongue inside of you before. Pee. Now.”

YFN shuffled over to pee and clean her excited self up while Lucy washed her hands in the sink and fixed her hair.

“Feel better?”

“Much,” she admitted and washed her hands before wrapping her arms around Lucy and sighing into her collarbone. She didn’t want her to go. She never did. “Are you sure I can’t make you feel good too?”

“No, little one, that will hold me over until tomorrow night.”

“Oh, planning on getting lucky tomorrow, are you?”

“After we win El Clasico? Of course.”

YFN slapped her back lightly. “Cocky.”

“You love me cocky,” she whispered and kissed her.

They said their goodbyes just before the security screening, the pair far too used to airport goodbyes. Luckily it wasn’t for long. She watched Lucy walk away, her black backpack hitched on her muscular shoulders, her thick clear framed glasses hidden beneath her cap and hoody. She tilted her head and couldn’t help staring at Lucy’s ass in those track pants she had on so she’d be comfy for the flight. As if she knew, Lucy turned as she walked, smiling when she realised her hunch was right and giving her a wink. YFN had to squeeze her fists tight to stop her from running and wrapping herself around her. One day. Fuck. How had they ever lasted longer?

[lfghughes]

Could you write something with Kirby Dach where the reader is kind of intimidated by him? Like he’s so tall and I just feel like him backing a girl up against a wall in a consensual and flirty/sexual tension filled way would be so attractive

a/n: kinda finally getting over the flu and this was the first time all week that i was able to form an actual fic

The cat and mouse game was fun in a way and for the past few months that was the game you and Kirby had been playing. You two had first met through your best friend Cole who happened to play on the same hockey team as Kirby. Since that first night you had met the flirting had only grown but neither of you ever broke that line that you were both so carefully tiptoeing on.

“So is Kirby coming to this party tonight?” You asked Cole as you helped him grab some of the drinks he had bought for the night. He looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. “Well most of the guys are and some of my other friends..” Cole took a deep pause as he eyed you carefully. “Why do you care about Kirby specifically?” He asked and then his jaw fell slightly “Wait please tell me you two…no.” immediately you shook your head at him.

“No! We haven’t anything. Just..Pals.” You shrugged and a look of horror grew on Coles face. “I’ll have a chat with him later.” That was even more horrifying of a thought. Even though you both flirted with each other and it was obvious there was an attraction there the last thing you wanted was for Cole to go talk to him about that.

You spent the remainder of setting up trying to convince your best friend otherwise but you had a feeling that he wasn’t going to listen to you. The party itself was fun, there were a few boys you recognized that had been friends with Cole for years and you also recognized a good chunk of his teammates. But your eyes searched for the one person you were looking for, disappointment filling your features when you didn’t see him.

“Looking for me?” A voice came from behind you, low enough to your ear and sending chills down your spine because you knew who it belonged to. You turned around a small smirk on your lips as you tilted your head up at Kirby. “Now why would I look for you? I heard that Coles cute friend from New Jersey is here, maybe I’m looking for him.” You shrugged and you saw an amused look grow on Kirbys face.

You don’t know at what point you both had walked into the corner of the room but you realized there was nowhere for you to go because you were backed up into a wall. Not that you were really complaining right now. Kirbys hand found your hip and if he wasn’t so dang tall you could have easily kissed him with how close he was. “Why are you still playing this game?” He asked and you chewed on your lower lip.

“What game?” You asked, knowing exactly what he was referring to but you wanted him to just say it. “This whole acting like you don’t want me to kiss you right now.” He leaned down just slightly, his lips definitely getting closer to the point where you could kiss him. “Because I know even if you don’t say it that you want to kiss me and not Jersey, wherever he is.” Couldn’t exactly argue with his point there.

“If you’re so sure of it then just kiss me.” You told him and with those words his head leaned down and when his lips were just mere inches from yours you heard a shout from across the room that was directed right at Kirby. “Dach! We need to talk.” You groaned at the sound of Cole’s voice and in his insistence of ruining your night. Kirby pulled away but a small smirk remained on his lips. “This isn’t done. I’m kissing you before the night ends.” And with those words he left, going over to Cole who looked like he was ready to have some serious words with his teammate.

[naomijoestar]

yo yo yo whats up it your favorite person here and their name is anon (i think)

anyways; s may i have some headcanons of narancia confessing to the usual shy reader? either the part where he might ask the others for help or the actual confession, thanks you very much!!1!!1

(as you can tell… we all narancia. hes our baby boy, hehehehheHEHEHHEHAHHAHHAAH)

Masterlist here <3

Well hello there my favorite person, anon! :p I adore narancia he is literally my baby and I love this ask so much <3

Sorry for the late reply! I have been super busy lately, so if I do take too long to answer your request I am not ignoring it dw but please be patient </3

Narancia confessing to shy reader headcanons

- Narancia is absolutely buzzing with energy the moment he realizes he’s in love with you. You’re the first thing on his mind when he wakes up and the last thing he thinks about before bed. But the thought of confessing? Absolutely Terrifying

- Knowing you’re shy, he tries to plan everything perfectly. He wants it to feel special without overwhelming you, but he has no idea where to start

- He turns to the gang for advice because, let’s face it, Narancia isn’t exactly an expert in romance:

- Mista tells him to play it cool and just go with the flow, but Narancia knows that’s not his style. If he tries to act too laid-back, he’ll end up tripping over his words or forgetting what he wanted to say

- Fugo suggests writing a letter to organize his thoughts. Narancia gives it a shot but quickly gets distracted drawing little hearts and sketches of your face in the margins

- Giorno advises him to be genuine. “Show them how much you care,” which makes Narancia overthink every little thing he wants to say. What if it’s too much? What if he scares you off?

- Bruno reminds him to keep it simple. “If they like you, they’ll appreciate the effort no matter what.” This sticks with Narancia, giving him the final push to just go for it

- After a lot of pacing and second-guessing himself, he decides to take you to a quiet spot near the water, somewhere peaceful where you won’t feel too pressured

- He shows up a little early to make sure everything feels right. He even brought a small gift—a flower he picked on the way or a little trinket he found that reminded him of you. It’s his way of breaking the ice

- The second you arrive, you can tell something’s up. He’s more jittery than usual, running a hand through his hair way too often

- Narancia tries to start casually, but his nerves get the best of him. His words tumble out all at once, a mix of excitement and panic. “So, uh, I’ve been meaning to tell you something. It’s not bad! I mean, I hope it’s not bad. Actually, it’s… it’s good. Really good. At least, I think it’s good—uh, sorry, I’m rambling.”

- He stops, takes a deep breath, and looks at you with wide, earnest eyes. His voice softens, and for once, his usual chaotic energy settles into something tender and sincere

- “What I’m trying to say is… I like you. Like, really like you. More than a friend. You make me feel so happy just by being around, and I—I want to make you happy too. So, uh… would you want to, y’know, be with me? Like, together?”

- He’s blushing so hard it looks like he might combust. His hands are fidgeting, and he keeps glancing away, afraid to see your reaction

- If you’re too shy to respond right away, Narancia immediately backtracks, waving his hands frantically. “Ah, you don’t have to answer now! I didn’t mean to put you on the spot!”

- But when you do manage to tell him you feel the same, his face lights up and his eyes go wide with disbelief before a huge, goofy grin spreads across his face

- “Wait, really?! You mean it? You like me too?!” He’s so overwhelmed with joy that he instinctively pulls you into a hug, but he catches himself halfway and asks, “Is this okay?” before wrapping his arms around you

- Narancia is on cloud nine for the rest of the day. He insists on walking you home, chatting nonstop about all the fun things you’ll do together now that you’re officially a couple

- He’s extra attentive to your needs, especially knowing how shy you are. He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, so he’s careful about taking things slow

- Around the gang, he can’t help but brag a little, but it’s always in a way that’s sweet rather than obnoxious. “Yeah, they’re with me now! Can you believe it? They’re amazing!”

- Narancia starts bringing you little gifts all the time—flowers, snacks, or even things he made himself. “I saw this and thought of you!” becomes his favorite line

- He loves holding your hand but is always gentle about it. If you’re too shy for PDA, he’ll respect that, but he still sneaks little touches whenever he can—like brushing his fingers against yours or resting his hand on your lower back

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it <3 If you’d like anything specific added or anything fixed you can message me about it!

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific for any jjba character/squad you can request it if my requests are open!

[ochrearia]

"Some Fuckin' Specimen"

I think I have a limit on how many BFs I can handle writing in 1 drabble before all of their characterizations start bleeding together in my head. It's bad. Please don't feel bad if I don't write your BF it's probably just because I don't know enough about them to feel comfortable not to get it wrong :diesbadly:

BFs in this drabble: PoPr!BF (Biff, mine), cs!BF (Beefer, mine), wyd!BF (Beef, Karl's), fc!BF (Boyf, Keyy's), sfa!BF (Peacock, Shed's), S2!BF (Bee, Isaac's), Yourself (YS)

Random days where you planned to be spontaneous were arguably the funniest days. A busy group chat when most of the collective partners were busy was already fun, but then Biff suggested they all invade Yourself’s apartment for the hell of it. Hanging out was an incentive too, but mainly to be obnoxious for fun.

Well, that was the idea until Biff got there first and realized they all had to be quiet. One by one they all showed up, enamored by the idea of being mischievous, only to find that their target of annoyance was incapacitated. Asleep, all curled up and buried so deep under his blanket that only the top half of his face was even visible.

“So much for that plan.” Beef sighed with a shrug. “We probably shouldn’t wake him up, I swear I’ve only seen that guy sleep one time and it was because we forced him with the indignancy pile.”

“He could’ve moved even with a bunch of us on him, I just think he didn’t want to.” Boyf responded using his text-to-speech.

“Anyone else not really wanting to leave either?” Peacock asked. “We’re already here…”

“Oooh, getting sentimental in here. Dumb band of BFs want to keep the sleeping lonely man company?” Biff teased. “Yeah, me too. Let’s stay.”

“Bro??? What the hell are you doing?” Beefer hissed, watching Biff climb onto the bed and also completely on top of the sleeping counterpart. “You’re gonna wake him up you idiot!”

“Nah, I got this, trust me.” Biff whispered back with a grin. “He’s only a light sleeper when he has a goal in mind. Or if you try to draw on his face with a fucking sharpie.”

“That was one time and I’m still pissed I didn’t even get to do anything.” Beef grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.

“My point, he’s not gonna wake up from this. He’s in a very serious and committed relationship with this weighted blanket. I know he loves this thing. You know what else he loves? Being warm. Contact. How do I know this? It gets obvious when anyone with a brain would still choose to give our dumbasses hugs when we don’t deserve them. That’s probably why he gives good hugs. Because he wants them just as much as he wants to offer comfort.” Biff said matter-of-factly, carefully shifting around and settling on top of YS. “Look. I’m just an extra weighted blanket for him!”

“I really hope he shifts and sends you flying.” Boyf typed, grinning at the mock offense it drew from him.

“You seem to know a lot about YS.” Started Peacock, also keeping his voice low. “More than the rest of us combined it seems.”

“Known him longest.” Biff shrugged. “Fought him. Didn’t really want to but when some freaky, tall as fuck copy of yourself shows up out of a mirror by smacking you in the face with a microphone, your first thought isn’t going to be ‘maybe this guy just wants to talk’. Glad we did end up talking instead after. I mean… I wasn’t very nice to him at the beginning either. We just get along so well now sometimes I forget I was kinda a dick at the start. Guess we’re all kinda prone to that.”

“Doesn’t look like he gives a shit about that now.” Beef waved a hand between them. “You apparently know him so well to be comfortable risking waking him up while the rest of us are sitting here all awkward and shit.”

“Are you guys afraid of trying to be close, or are you just not sure how to convey that? Or both?” Biff wondered aloud. “Do you think he’d like… reject you trying or something? Guys. YS literally sought you all out. He did. He came to us. Well, originally to me, I’m not entirely sure what made him decide to start reaching out to more but I’m glad he did! I like knowing more mes, it’s fun. But he wouldn’t have reached out if he didn’t want connections. It’s all in the similarities!”

“We haven’t known him as long as you have.��� Bee mumbled. “It’s one thing to put up a front and be confident and outgoing when we have to, but vulnerability with someone we’ve more or less just met? I’m not sure we can just skip over to your level when Peacock and I’ve had a week at best, and those three having a few weeks or a month where you’ve had multiple months.”

“You have an advantage man.” Beefer complained, tail swishing back and forth. “It’s weird, meeting him was like having an identity crisis but now that I know he’s not a threat I’m jealous I’m clearly not as close as you.”

Biff frowned, eyes sweeping over the other five. He was right, they really were all kind of awkwardly standing around. He recognized that body language, it was nervous and hesitant like they didn’t deserve to reach out in the way they wanted to. Usually showing up when he personally had a fight with Cherry or Pico. Did they feel guilty? Or just out of place?

“Why don’t we all try something, then?” Biff said instead, deciding a deeper conversation was probably better to have when the subject of it was awake. “He’s asleep. He’s gonna stay asleep, probably for a while. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know he doesn’t sleep a lot so when he does he’s gonna be a while. That, and we’re all heavy sleepers. I think. Similarities thing, it can be wrong but usually we’re all similar. How about you all take turns offering this big ol’ idiot some comfort? Practice affection while he’s not able to tease you for it.”

The group exchanged looks, seemingly only half convinced. Biff rolled his eyes, the stubbornness of five of his selves all at once proving to be a nightmare. How YS put up with all six of them was a miracle. “Guys, come on. He’s not gonna kill you. Fuck it, Beef, come here, you can go first. Just offer him something, doesn’t have to be a big ass grand gesture or something. Think, what would you like the most when you want to be comforted?”

“Me?!” Beef hissed. “Why me first?!”

“Oh my god, fine, someone else then? You’re all overreacting, this is the same guy we are and we’re nothing but sweethearts really.”

“I’ll go first.” Bee volunteered, stepping closer with a tilted head to assess his move. “I can’t lie, I am really curious about him. It’s also kinda really funny to see this tall, lanky motherfucker curl up like a pillbug.” He snorted, reaching his hand out and burying it gently in the sleeping one’s exposed hair.

Somewhere along the line YS’s hat had slid off, falling behind his back. They noticed his phone left abandoned near his pillow, like he’d been doing something and had fallen asleep before putting it away. It was subtle, but his head shifted up slightly, moving to push unconsciously closer to Bee’s hand as he petted through his hair softly.

“Did he just-?” Tone full of disbelief, Bee stared between YS and Biff, who was grinning.

“Told you.”

“What just happened? Did I miss something?” Confused, Peacock crowded a little closer, followed by Beef, and then the rest.

“He moved into my hand. He’s asleep but he can still feel that?”

“Holy shit this is so funny. Everyone’s crowding him like he’s some fuckin’ specimen.” Biff snickered. “Well, I mean, he is. It’s still funny though. See? He likes affection. He’s just emotionally constipated and won’t say that out loud. Remind any of you of someone?”

“Is he just a Pico-fied BF?” Beefer asked. “I mean, I guess there would have to be one in the face of what, infinite universes?”

“Maybe.” Seemed likely to the others.

“Maybe he’s all three. Said himself once, to prove a point.” Biff pointed out. “Though he won’t tell me much of anything about the magic side of him. Aside from having magic like a GF. Maybe that’s why he calls himself ‘Yourself’. Because he’s a pretentious prick.”

“I think I’m getting whiplash from how sweet you talk about him one second and call him swears the next.”

“It’s funny!”

“Can I go next?” Beefer asked. “I don’t really have much to offer but, you know. I just… want to.”

No one made any protest, so the Dinaurian crept ahead. Thinking about what he would want in comfort, he managed to maneuver over Biff and the sleeping YS to get himself in a corner near the both of them.  The way YS’s bed was placed relative to the room was a bit odd, off center but not in a corner, meaning that whichever side he slept on meant his back was turned and exposed somewhere. That’s where Beefer planted himself- Guarding the exposed side. Comfort from protection.

“Don’t know about you guys, but sometimes it makes me uncomfortable when I can’t keep an eye out on every side. There’s no danger here, and it might just be because of my new instincts. But I like the idea of being protective.” Beefer explained quietly.

“Nothing wrong with that. That’s a nice idea.” Bee supplied helpfully.

“Man, I don’t think I can do the thing I want to do.” Peacock grumbled, putting a hand on YS’s shoulder- or where it probably was under the blanket. “You all keep talking about hugs. I like hugs, I’d probably say that would be my first choice. But I can’t hug the big guy like this.”

“Could just be nearby instead. Indignancy pile part two?”

“Yeah, good enough.”

Biff didn’t move from his ‘blanket activities’ while the rest started piling around the bed wherever they could manage. Being nearby, random little bits of contact that they could derive even though there was a thick blanket already covering the guy. And how was he not burning up with heat at this point? Guess he wasn’t joking about liking being warm.

“We should do this more.” Beef said, rubbing comforting patterns against YS’s back. “I mean, maybe not every time he’s sleeping, fuck- I meant like, hang out, I made it weird-” He paused suddenly, and the others just thought it was out of embarrassment.

In reality, the boy was incredibly confused at the weird bumps on YS’s back his hand grazed over.

He didn’t get to linger on that thought though, because the longer that he gave his comfort, the more YS unconsciously shifted. Going to bed alone, only to be given warmth and affection while he slept. No waking inhibitions to keep himself composed, which was probably why his body was moving without his brain to uncurl and straighten out. Back pressing just a little into where Beef was rubbing, head continuing to tilt slightly into Bee’s hand. If there was comfort, he was chasing it.

“He’s gonna kill us when he wakes up isn’t he?” Peacock asked with a snicker, keeping his hand on his shoulder. “The big guy is rather insistent to pretend he’s mysterious and scary and now we’re here seeing him absolutely vulnerable. He’s going to get mad.”

“He can bitch and complain all he wants, not going to fool anyone.” Biff rolled his eyes. “That’s what we all do. We’re softies that don’t want to admit we’re softies. He is so insistent to believe he’s not allowed to be comforted and I don’t know why. But I can tell he’s the only person in this room that believes that.”

They all quieted when YS seemed to stir, stretching considerably for a few moments. Biff bit his lip, not wanting him to wake up yet. “Bee, quick, pet him more.”

Ah yes, because if there was ever going to be a similarity they all shared, it was the placating power of having their hair played with. Bee did as he was told, and YS quickly fell still again. The shift caused his blanket to have moved, no longer completely obscuring the bottom half of his face. The rest were rewarded with the sight of a small smile gracing his lips.

“Aww, look, that’s not a forced smile either.” Boyf typed gleefully, having situated himself between Beef and Beefer, leaning gently against YS’s lower back. “Oh he’s absolutely going to kill us later.”

“Well if he really is so keen to not be cared for then he should consider not being so loveable.” Beefer huffed.

“You know, when I said I wanted you guys to practice self-love this was not exactly what I had in mind.”

Everyone froze when YS’s gruff voice cut into the quiet atmosphere, tone even more raspy with sleep. None of them had noticed that his shadowed eyes were cracked slightly open, sleepy, but also like he’d just caught them all with a collective hand in the cookie jar.

“Told you he was gonna wake up.” Beefer snarked at Biff, who stuck out his tongue in response.

“Party’s over! Everyone scatter!” Peacock joked, not no one really made any attempts to move.

“Not sure when the hell you idiots got here but I’m not really surprised. Though I do have one thing to say. Debating on if I should say it.” YS yawned, a slight frown on his face now.

“Are we in trouble?”

“Nah.” Yourself said, though his eyes trailed over to look at Bee, who’d pulled his hand away out of nervousness. “Just one thing. I didn’t… say to stop.”

[shanardo13]

Obikin College au - RA/Don! Obi-Wan/First Year! Anakin - Part Two

Okay guys, I already thought of more because I’m unhinged and insane and this has been on my brain all day 👹

Link to Part One

Link to Part Three

Whenever they party together, Anakin makes Obi-Wan go shot for shot with him. He wants to get him drunk because Obi-Wan is an affectionate cuddly drunk and Anakin wants those cuddles.

“Have I ever told you how good of a friend you are Anakin? I’m glad you spent your Friday’s bullying me in the lobby” Obi-Wan murmurs, arms around Anakin, nuzzling into his neck.

Anakin, playing with his hair. “Me too, Obi-Wan. Me too”

They all play drinking games together.

Never have I ever:

“Never have I ever done anything sexual in a public place.” Padmé offers and Obi-Wan takes a shot.

“OBI, YOU DOG!!!” Anakin shrieks. I’m not thinking about it, I’m not thinking about it.

“Never have I ever had a crush on somebody in the room.” Ahsoka glares challengingly at Anakin.

Anakin turns to the side and quickly does a shot. Thankfully Obi-Wan isn’t paying attention.

Truth or Dare:

“Anakin, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“What’s your ideal partner?” Curse his blasted friends, they knew what they were doing.

He basically describes Obi-Wan. Still oblivious, Obi-Wan doesn’t catch on.

“They sound like a dream!” Obi-Wan giggles and raises his cup as a toast.

“Oh, they are.” Anakin stares at him.

“Truth or Dare, Obi-Wan?”

“Dare.”

“Give the most attractive person in the room a kiss on the cheek.” 

No hesitation, Obi-Wan plants a sloppy and drunken kiss to Anakin’s cheek.

Anakin flushes a deep red. I’m okay. I’m not screaming. Everything is normal. Nothing to see here. Don’t even worry. I’m not sweating. Are you sweating? 

Spin the bottle:

Rex spins the bottle and it lands on Obi-Wan. Traitor! Traitor! Don’t even think about it!! Anakin’s mind screams.

But it’s part of the game, and so the two crawl forward to the centre of the circle and share a quick peck.

Anakin sits, pouting and glaring at Rex with his arms crossed over his chest. When the two pull away, Anakin makes eye contact with Rex and drags his index finger over his throat to mimic a beheading.

Padmé, watching Anakin nervously. “Okay, how about we play a different game?”

These events usually take place in Anakin’s room. Afterwards, Obi-Wan usually spends the night. The first time it happened, everyone had fallen asleep in his room, scattered in various positions on the floor while Obi-Wan and Anakin cozied up together on the bed.

After this, Anakin had a chat with his friends.

“Okay guys, next time we hang out, you have to leave at the end.”

“Why? You want to be alone with lover boy?” 

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

So this becomes the norm. One by one, his friends filter out after their hangouts, leaving Obi-Wan and Anakin alone.

“I can leave too, y’know?”

“No! It’s okay! I don’t mind if you stay!” For the love of God, please don’t go, I want desperately for you to do the spooning thing, I need it, please.

“Okay.”

More texts are shared:

Anakin: what r u doing?

Obi-Wan: just finishing a class hbu?

Anakin: oooh fun, learn anything good?

Anakin: I’m just studying in the library rn.

He doesn’t get a text back right away and it puts him on edge - it makes him worry Obi-Wan is upset with him.

But no less than ten minutes later, Obi-Wan shows up at the library with a coffee just how Anakin likes it and a strawberry danish - his favourite. Anakin is amazed, seeing as he only mentioned this once in a passing conversation. 

His group of friends often spend afternoons together, getting lunch after classes. Obi-Wan is invited and makes it when he can, but his schedule usually doesn’t align.

“When are you going to say something to him?”

“I don’t know guys, he doesn’t even like me. I’d rather keep going the way things are than face rejection. Ignorance is bliss and all that.” 

They all stare at him dumbfounded.

“What??”

“Anakin, anyone with eyes can see that he likes you.” 

“No he doesn’t! Stop!”

Okay, this is my update for now!! Again, I will update later! 

Lemme know if you have any thoughts! Thank you for reading

[the-local-fisherman]

╰┈➤ “Ciao, vicini di casa! The name’s Felix Pillar! Please refer to me as He/Him. I wonder if any of my siblings are on this website? .. Would be nice to chat with ‘em.. Sorry, where was I? Oh! Right, I’ve got a few rules before ya’ll ask stuff”

Basic DNI (Homophobes, Transphobes, Etc. . .)

No nsfw, I will delete your ask

Please be respectful to one another

Last but not least, have fun!! We’re all here to have a good time

“I believe that’s it.. Feel free to send a letter or two, folks. Ciao ciao!” - 🦋🎣

(Other Welcome Home rp accounts feel free to interact !!! <33)

(Another thing I’d like to add is that I’ll occasionally draw responses when I have the energy/motivation)

↓↓ OOC Stuff ↓↓

Hihi!!! This is an oc ask/RP blog run by @khaosssss !!!! Felix Pillar is NOT part of Welcome Home and I am in no way affiliated with it. Welcome Home belongs to @/Partycoffin, not me.

Anywho— Here’s a bunch of info abt Felix:

Out of all his siblings (Latter, Seeya, & Howdy) Felix is the oldest

He is Italian and can speak the language fluently !! (I’ll be dropping a couple of Italian words/phrases here and there but know this: I am not Italian, I’m just using a translator LOL)

Felix loves storytelling and folklore !! He’ll happily tell his stories to whoever is willing to lend an ear

Felix is a fisherman !! He has a deep passion for sailing and LOVES anything ocean related

He’s a very calm guy, rarely anything stresses him out and he cares deeply for friends and family

Sadly he isn’t around much when it comes to his family :( Not on purpose tho!! He’s just super busy. Sometimes he’s away for months before returning…. But he ALWAYS makes sure to send a letter however!!

Felix is not a resident to the neighborhood!! He only stops by occasionally to visit Howdy (He’s somewhat acquainted with the neighbors,, he knows their names at least)

Felix is pansexual!

This is already long enough so I’m just. Gonna plug the rest of his lore →→ here ←←

[multihunbun]

FOMO – yeosang x fem!reader

⇢ word count: 2k (2,053)

⇢ genre: smut (18+, minors dni), some fluff here and there, dom!yeosang

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be like them, be better), name-calling (slut, whore), kind of bratty!reader (more so just not taking Yeosang’s shit at first), living room floor sex

⇢ summary: I got a request from a new bestie anon!: “a yeosang or mingi story where reader goes out with friends & he’s sulking because he couldn’t go, so when she comes back home to him he’s all annoyed/jealous?” (Thank you anon for my first ever request!)

⇢ a/n:  I chose Yeosang because he’s currently my bias and I have been OBSESSED with him for the past couple weeks… soooo this was the perfect chance to really dive into that obsession and answer a request lol, it’s a win win. I did a read through, but not much editing. So forgive any mistakes. Please comment & give feedback if you can! Like & reblog <3

After hearing your boyfriend sigh for the third time behind you, you stopped brushing your hair to look back at him with a pout. “Babe. I could not go? If that would make you feel better about not being able to go.” Yeosang immediately shook his head, his hands cupping your cheeks as he matched your pout, “No no no, don’t worry about it. I want you to go have fun with our friends.” He quickly kissed your lips a few times before letting you go and leaving the bathroom so you could get ready.

Yeosang went back to his desk in the bedroom and tried to focus on the work that he needed to do. That didn’t work for long with how the group chat was blowing up with all his friends, and his girlfriend, all coordinating about where they were going out tonight. He took a deep breath and sighed, trying not to get too annoyed. Cursing under his breath, he rolled his eyes as he looked at the work on his laptop that was keeping him from going out with them.

Wooyoung’s name flashed on his phone screen, and Yeosang groaned before answering the call, “What?”

“Well hey to you too, sourpuss. Where’s y/n? Are ya’ll ready yet?” Yeosang stood and walked toward the bathroom where he left you to get ready. Leaning against the doorway as he looked at you, he begrudgingly answered Wooyoung, “I’m not going. Y/n is heading out soon.” Yeosang took in your outfit, his head tilting slightly as he checked out your ass in the short black skirt you were wearing. There was some rustling and yelling on the other side of the phone before Wooyoung mumbled a quick ‘call you right back’ before he hung up. “Call Wooyoung so he doesn’t call me again please?” Yeosang grumbled, letting himself visibly get annoyed with his best friend.

You swung your purse over your shoulder before walking up to your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around his torso, “I’ll call him. And are you sure you don’t want me to stay? I’m more than happy to keep you company.” You tapped your nose lightly against his, enjoying the feeling of being closer to his height with the heels you were wearing.

He sighed once again, smoothing your hair down before cupping your face again. He puts on a little smile, forcing himself to let you go have fun, “No no. Go. You got ready, and you look very hot by the way. You should go.” You smiled up your boyfriend, “I’m wearing the new top I bought the other day, isn’t it cute?” Yeosang hummed in agreement, kissing your forehead then your nose and then your lips a few times. “You’re cute. Now go before I keep you all to myself.”

You laughed softly as Yeosang smacked your ass lightly when you were walking away. You blew him a kiss before disappearing out the door of the apartment. Yeosang took a deep breath, noticing the lingering smell of your perfume, before sighing and heading back to his desk. He worked for a little over an hour before he decided to take a break in the living room. Falling back onto the couch, he opened his phone to scroll through social media only to be met with video after video of you and your friends having fun tonight.

He watched a few videos of you smushed between Aisha and Sihyeon as you all took a shot, music blaring in the background. Yunho posted a video with you standing in front of him and Mingi as the three of you jumped up and down, screaming along to the music. It seems the night was far from over as the next couple of videos from his friends showed a new club, Mingi carrying you on his back to the new destination. Yeosang rolled his eyes, watching you lay your head on Mingi’s as you laughed at what seemed to be Aisha’s joke.

Yeosang snorted a laugh, throwing his phone to the side before he checked the clock. 12:30 a.m. He didn’t want to get annoyed or jealous, but he kind of hated how he wasn’t able to go and have fun with you all. Seeing you look sexy walking out the door, laughing and smiling with everyone, laughing on Mingi’s back… Yeosang got annoyed pretty quickly. He snatched his phone back up, unable to stop his curiosity from seeing what other shenanigans you all were up to.

Yeosang rarely was jealous, but something about today was making him tick. Maybe it was the fact that he barely got to spend time with you today after going to work and coming home to you being preoccupied getting ready for the night. Maybe it was the next video he saw of you and Mingi, his arm slug over your shoulder as you both laughed and laughed and laughed. His reasonableness has flung out the window, and frankly, he didn’t care. He didn’t want Mingi touching you like that. He wanted to touch you like that. He didn’t want you laughing with Mingi like that. He wanted you laughing with him like that.

Time passed slowly for Yeosang and before you knew it, you were stumbling back into the apartment a little past 2 a.m. You were originally trying to be quiet before you saw Yeosang wide awake on the couch. You smiled immediately, closing the door and throwing your purse on the counter, “Baby! You’re awake!” You look down, taking off your heels and hear Yeosang make his way over to you. As soon as your feet were free of the heels, Yeosang’s hand were on your hips, pushing you against the wall. His heated lips were on yours immediately.

You gasped a little at the sudden contact, Yeosang taking that moment to deepen the kiss. His hands slipped up your shirt and you could feel yourself getting turned on from his aggressiveness. You melted instantly. One of his arms wrapped around your waist still beneath your shirt, and his other hand gripped your jaw as he pulled away from the kiss. Your breathing was fast, trying to catch your breath as you looked up at him and noticed his annoyed expression, “What’s wrong?” You squirmed a little under his gaze but met his expression with a confused one of your own, not understanding what could have made him so upset.

“Did you have fun, baby?” His voice was soft, catching you by surprise because in no way did his voice match the way he was looking at you. You blinked at him once then nodded slowly. His grip tightened on your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth slightly, “Oh, you had fun acting like a little slut for Mingi?”

“What are you-“ you didn’t have a chance to finish your thought before his mouth was on yours again and he was guiding you both to the floor of the living room. He spread your legs with his knee, his hand slipping up your skirt and slipping the fabric of your panties aside to rub your clit. You moan into his mouth before he pulls away from the kiss again, his thumb still rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit.

His kissed your jaw a few times before humming lightly, titling his head, and looking you in your eyes. “Did you like Mingi showing you so much attention, my little attention whore? Did you like him flirting with you so much?”

You met his eyes, licking your lips slightly, “Babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Oh? So you weren’t laying your head on his head, and you didn’t love his grip on your thighs when you were on his back, and you didn’t fall all over him while you were laughing. Right.”

Two thoughts crossed your mind as you tried and failed to roll your hips against Yeosang’s hand since his other hand held your hip in place. One, you could just deny it, finally understanding that Yeosang was being jealous. He rarely ever was, but this had been a tough day for him. You could understand that. Denying it would sooth him a bit. But, on the other hand, being a little bratty always always gave Yeosang just the ammunition he needed to fuck you better, harder, rougher. And while mean, that sounded like a lot more fun.

“Now that you mention it… his hands did feel good.”

You watch his jaw clench before you feel two of his fingers slide into you. You gasp at the sudden feeling, your hands gripping his flexed biceps as fucked you relentlessly with his fingers, them curled just the way he knew you liked it. “You’re going to regret saying that,” he whispered roughly into your ear.

You felt your orgasm rising up rapidly, arching your back into him as his plump lips and teeth marked your neck. And just as you opened your mouth to say you’re about to cum, your release was taken away. His fingers left where you wanted them most and you whined, squirming slightly beneath him.

He chuckled, one of his hands teasingly caressing your thigh and the other smoothing down your hair, “Awe. What’s wrong, pretty baby? Did you think I’d let you cum after what you said? No no no.”

“Yeo, please,” you whisper, attempting to roll your hips again in a desperate plea to get back to your high.

Yeosang sat up on his knees between your legs and ripped your blouse open. You gasped, surprised by his action. You pouted a little watching the buttons from your new shirt be ripped off, but you had no time to be sad about it.

“Turn over.” It was a quick, rough demand. Before you even had time to properly turn, he flipped you himself.

You looked behind you, your eyes following his hands that pulled down his pants and briefs just enough to release his hard on. He wasted no time. His hands gripped your hips roughly and pulled your body toward him. “I’m going to make you scream, princess,” he voiced before sliding into you.

He gripped your wrists, holding your arms behind your back as he began railing into you. Your face was pushing against the carpet, but you didn’t care. The way he was stretching you, fucking you into oblivion didn’t give you any time to care about how your face was feeling.

“You think Mingi could make you feel like this? You think he knows how to fuck you like I do?”

You moaned loudly, almost screaming when he smacked your ass. Biting your lip with a whimper, “N-no, only you can fuck me like this.”

He smacked your ass again as confirmation, earning his another loud moan from you, “That’s right. You’re mine. Scream. I want everyone to hear how much of a little whore you are for me, how good I make you feel.”

You nodded in response, unable to form anymore words. Your eyes rolled back slightly at the feeling of him ramming into you, grinding right up against your sweet spot. Your moans got louder and more whiney as you were reaching your high.

Yeosang reached down, gripping your neck and pulling your body up against his. With a rough voice, letting you know he was close to, he growled into your ear, “Cum for me, pretty baby. Be a good little slut and cum all over me.”

His words were just enough, sending your straight over the edge, screaming his name as you reached your orgasm. Your pussy clenched around him as you came, him continuously ramming into you as he painted your walls. His strokes slowed down gradually as you both rode out your highs.

Taking a deep breath, Yeosang trailed a few open mouth kisses down your neck before picking you up off the floor. He sat you both down on the couch, kissing your temple, “Such a good girl for me. I hope you had fun tonight.”

You nodded, softly gripping his shirt as you let your eyes close, “I love you baby.” You felt yourself start to fall asleep, and Yeosang let you, whispering a soft ‘I love you’ back before you drifted off.

(a/n again: happy new year’s!!!)

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABCs of Nick Vaughn - "Q"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: P - Possessive

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Q - Quickly and Quietly

From Nick’s POV 

I need her.  

I need to possess her 

My girl.  

MINE.  

Having her pressed against the door of her office, I can feel how hot she is.  I roll my hips again and she moans quietly. “We have to be quick baby.”  

“Nick, my office is not soundproof.”  

“Then I’m just gonna have to keep you quiet.”  I yanked her away from the door and put myself against it. I lift her other legs around my waist and then walk her to her desk. I find it cute that she refuses to leave her desk messy every night.  And right now, that is convenient. I lay her down and reached up her skirt for her panties. I drag them off of her and take a deep breath in them. Fuck, she smells good. She is panting on her desk, waiting for me. I smirk and put them in my pocket.  This is going to be fun.  I drop to my knees to get a taste and fuck is she already wet for me.  I guess I need to have her now.  

Your POV.  

Nick unbuttoned his pants, and you were ready, so ready for him to destroy you.  He gets his pants and boxers down low enough, so his thick member is out.  He’s dribbling and uses that to run over your slit. “Fuck,” you moan as he continues to tease. “I thought you said we had to be quick.”  

You see Nick’s eyes flash and you know you’re in trouble.  “Oh, my girl wants fast?” Before you have a chance to reply, he sheathes himself in you in one go.  You are about to cry out when he clamps a hand over your mouth.  “Quiet,” he orders lowly as he pounds into you.  It’s hard and fast, he’s hitting that spot inside of you with every punch of his member.  There is no way for you to be quiet, so Nick keeps his hand over your mouth.  He gets your legs to your chest, the new angle making you roll your eyes.  

And without warning, you cum around him, gripping him so tight it triggers his release.  He falls on top of you, breathing hard. “Sweetheart, are you ok?” 

You can’t even speak now so you nod.  Nick chuckles as he reaches in your drawers for the tissue he knows you keep.  He cleans you gently and helps you get back up and lower your dress.  

You look in the mirror. Your makeup isn’t bad, just the corners of your eyes, which you clean up a bit. You pull your hair into a soft, messy bun on the nape of your neck but otherwise you look ok.  You turn to Nick.  “Panties?” 

Nick smirks and shakes his head. “For my collection.”  

You frown. “I can’t go out there with no panties Nicholas.”  

“I’d keep my legs together, love, so nothing dribbles out.”  He opens the door before you can say anything and gestures for you to go ahead of him.  You go to glare but then he whispers, “I love you so much my beautiful girl.”  Now, you just smile softly and blush from his attention.  

You rejoin the party and Sadie gives a knowing look but says nothing.  Lance spots you again and frowns as Nick has his hand around you, settled at the top of your ass.  

The message was clear: don’t touch what belongs to Nick Vaughn.  

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[the-himawari]

A3! Tsukioka Tsumugi - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Party (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Tsumugi: Does this look alright…?

Chikage: Yes, it suits you well.

Juza: You look cool, Tsumugi-san.

Tenma: Seeing it like this, each troupe’s outfit gives off a different vibe.

Izumi: You look lovely, Tsumugi-san.

Tsumugi: Thank you so much. I feel relieved if all of you say so.

Tenma: I’m looking forward to your VLOG.

Izumi: Same here.

Tsumugi: Great! Alright, time to take the stage.

-pause-

Tsumugi: Thank you very much for coming today, everyone!

Guest A: Kyaaah! Tsumugi-saaan!

Guest B: You look amazing in your outfit!

Tsumugi: Fufu, I appreciate it. I’ll do my best so all of you can have an enjoyable time. Now then, I will introduce my guests. Chikage-san, Tenma-kun and Juza-kun!

Chikage: Hello. I’m Spring troupe’s Utsuki Chikage.

Tenma: Summer troupe’s Sumeragi Tenma.

Juza: Autumn troupe, Hyodo Juza here.

Chikage: Happy birthday, Tsumugi. We will do our best to help you celebrate to the fullest today.

Juza: It’s the birthday of the guy who always takes care of us.

Tenma: All of you, say some words to Tsumugi-san too.

Guest A: Tsumugi-san, happy birthday!

Guest B: Happy birthday!

Guest C: Congrats, Tsumugi-kun!

Tsumugi: …! Thank you. Fufu. Once again, I’m overjoyed to hear your words. Now then, shall we move on from the introductions and dive straight into the VLOG segment?

*applause*

Chikage: Juza filmed the VLOG this time, isn’t that right?

Tenma: It looks like lots of people are surprised to hear that. How come you asked Juza-san?

Tsumugi: Well, that’s… a secret.

Juza: …Yeah.

Tenma: What’s that supposed to mean?

Chikage: Now, let’s not dig too deep into it.

Tsumugi: Thanks.

-pause-

Tsumugi: “This flower is strong against the cold, so it’s easy to raise.” “This flower is an African violet. In flower language, it means ‘small love’.”

-pause-

Chikage: Tsumugi’s flower knowledge always surprises me.

Tenma: That’s Tsumugi-san for you… he knows it all…

Tsumugi: I don’t know everything. I just know because I like them, that’s all.

-pause-

Tsuzuru: “I’m gonna bring this planter over here.”

Tsumugi: “Yes, go ahead.”

Taichi: “This bag of dirt is pretty darn heavy. I’m getting a workout…!”

Sakuya: “Plant the seedling…”

-pause-

Guest A: It looks like everyone’s having fun~.

Guest B: It warms your heart seeing them working together to take care of the courtyard…

Guest C: It really is a soothing sight~…

-pause-

Tsumugi: “What do you think this flower is called?”

Kumon: “Hm~. What could it be…?”

Muku: “I saw it being introduced on TV the other day. I think that’s a primrose?”

Tsumugi: “Correct. It’s an adorable little flower, isn’t it?”

-pause-

Juza: Those were bloomin’ well this morning too.

Guest C: So many different kinds of flowers have been planted.

Guest D: What a wonderful garden~.

-pause-

Muku: “Wow, these flowers are so pretty.”

Sakuya: “They’re a gentle blue and remind me of Tsumugi-san.”

Tsumugi: “Thank you. Juza-kun said the same thing earlier. …Right?”

Juza: “…Yeah.”

-pause-

Tsumugi: As you saw at the garden centre, those blue daisies were chosen by Juza-kun.

Chikage: …

Tsumugi: Fufu. They’re lovely flowers, aren’t they? A certain person gave some to me in the past, so I grew to like them even more.

Chikage: ….Oh, really? They’re flowers that suit you.

Tenma: …Did something happen between those two?

Juza: Uh… I have no idea.

-pause-

Tsumugi: That’s all for my VLOG.

*applause*

Tsumugi: I was lost over what to do for my VLOG this time. I considered all sorts of different ideas like the garden centre, the dressing room, or even my own room. However, I realized what was important outside of acting was this casual, everyday life of ours. I love this garden and I replant the flowers in it. But it’s through those flowers that I talk with everyone and have casual get-togethers. Everyone who lives at the dorm gathers together naturally, chats idly, and makes plans for events… I realized all over again that I love this spot that’s sometimes lively and sometimes quiet. I wanted all of you to see those lovely moments too. That’s what I thought.

Juza: I think everyone is drawn in by Tsumugi-san’s personality. He embodies that sorta daily life, so… All of us trust him and call out to him.

Tenma: Yeah. I feel that too.

Chikage: The way you conduct yourself everyday speaks for itself.

Tsumugi: Fufu, I hope so. I’ll keep working hard as the garden boss in order to protect this wonderful place!

Guest A: Good luck!

Guest B: Garden boss—that fits Tsumugi-san to a tee!

Guest C: Thanks for showing us! It was awesome!

*applause*

-pause-

Tsumugi: Now then, I’d like to take my photo at the very end. As for the camera… can I ask you, Juza-kun? You’ve been using cameras lately.

Juza: Sure.

Chikage: The VLOG and birthday event fit Tsumugi perfectly.

Tenma: Yeah. I had a fun and amicable time.

Juza: Me too.

Tsumugi: I really enjoyed my time too.

Juza: Alright, I’m takin’ it.

Tsumugi: Everyone, thank you so much for celebrating with me. May unbridled happiness shower down on all of you like flower petals as well.

*click*

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