#rushed these abit but I like how they turned out

[bathroomgirl0024]

drawings I did when I was bored lol

[brainddeadd]

My request is Chan coming home to find his plus size s/o being insecure to wear a dress because it shows everything? I hope this request is okay I've been feeling abit....insecurity

Hi!!

I'm honoured you trust me to do this request for you. You didn't specify if you wanted smut or not, so I made it sugesstive and not smutty - I felt like this was more in tune with the vibes that Chan gives me in terms of the type of partner he'd be.

I am sorry to hear you are feeling insecure. Please know that no matter your size, you are beautiful.

So this is my first request, and I really hope I do it justice.

bang chan x plus sized!reader (requested)

angst, fluff, suggestive

Chan arrived at your apartment and let himself in, expecting to find you doing the finishing touches to your outfit for date night (which he didn't think you needed - you could wear a bin bag and he'd be in awe of you). Instead, he's greeted by the sound of you crying. Not a little whimper or a small noise, no, you were sobbing. He followed the sound, rushing to your room and finding you sitting on the floor, only in your bra and underwear, three dresses discarded on the bed and some more crumpled on the floor.

"Baby, what's happened?" He rushed over to you, dropping everything from his hands and kneeling before you, eyes scanning over your body for signs of physical injury. "Baby, where does it hurt?"

You pushed at his hands, trying to get him away from you, chest heaving, unable to suck in enough air to verbalise what's wrong.

"No no pretty." He gently moved your hands to the side and picked you up from the floor, hands cradling you gently, before depositing you on the bed. "Talk to me."

The words came out in incoherent babbles, hiccups taking over the spaces words were supposed to be, but he managed to get some words.

Insecure. Dress. Ugly. Fat.

And his face fell. He knew instantly what you were referring to. He knew all about your insecurities and you knew his.

"Y/N." His voice was so stern you looked up in shock, face falling and sobbing stopping for a second before your featured crumpled again, this time, because you feared you'd upset him.

"Baby, look at me."

You shake your head and go to stand up, which he helps you do.

"You can walk away, but I'm going with you." He's standing behind you, letting you move as you need, knowing better than to stop you.

You step out of range of his body heat. Take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry." He goes to speak but you turn to face him and he shuts up instantly. "I'm sorry I'm crying. I know we’ve spoken about this. I know we have. But, today was a bad day. None of my dresses fit, none of my skirts fit, jeans aren't good enough for our first date in weeks-"

He shuts you up by pulling you into a hug.

"Don’t you ever apologise to me for being insecure again." He's whispering, but you can hear the edge in his voice. "I love you. And I understand."

You step back and force smile at him, but it doesn't reach your eyes.

"Let me fix my-"

"No." You look at him in confusion. "If you think we're going out in public while you feel insecure and before I get to tell you how much I love you, you're insane."

"But-"

"No buts." He moves you to the edge of the bed and pushes gently. "Sit."

You don't have much choice but to comply. He kneels in front of you.

"I wrote Youtiful for you." You've never seen this look in Chan's eyes before. "You are perfect in my eyes. You are one of a kind. You are a miracle. My miracle."

You're crying again, but this time it's from the love overwhelming you.

Chan leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

“You’re so pretty,” Chan kisses your cheek and your forehead. "I think you're pretty in your dresses and with your makeup on, and I think you're gorgeous when you're wearing ratty sweats, my hoodie, barefaced and your hair wild."

He moves your hair to the side and kisses your neck.

"I think you're pretty when you cry, although I much prefer it when you cry for.. other reasons." He smirks at the way your breath hitches.

"I think you're gorgeous when you're sitting on top of me," he moves so you're lying flat and he's hovering over you. "But you know when you're most gorgeous to me?"

"When?" You're breathless and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

"When you cum." He moves his hand to your clothed pussy. "Because you give yourself over to me completely. You let yourself go. You look so free, confident, sexy and nothing, nothing, is better than my baby looking and feeling good."

He applies some pressure to your clit through your underwear and you gasp.

"Chan-" He pulls his hand away and you whine.

"Now, baby, listen to me." You look up at him, knowing he's serious. "I'm not going to fuck you."

You're unable to contain the whine the leaves your chest.

"Shh, shh, baby, listen," he's smiling at you softly. "I'm going to get you dressed in something comfy, then I'm going to get us some food delivered, we're going to eat crappy food, watch bad tv and then, after that, if you want to, I'll make love to you."

You're pouting, even if that does sound nice, incredible even.

"I know baby, but you're vulnerable right now, and I'm not going to do anything until you have a clear head, full belly and are feeling better." He leans forward and kisses you again, before pulling you up and moving to the wardrobe to get you a hoodie (your favourite one to steal, that he rarely lets you).

"Get dressed pretty." He passes you on his way to pick up his discarded belongings, fishing out his phone. "Samgyeopsal?"

[deformedcat]

The 5 love language

pairing: artist male y/n x childhood friend oc

warning: vomiting, stalking, obsessive behaviour, gore, open ending, not proof read, v rushed 📣📣

Valentine's Day, a day to spend with your loved ones, something you didn't have.

Forget spending Valentine's day with anyone- you had work at the convenience store. Sure, you're an artist, but money won't magically appear onto your kitchen counter.

Despite that, it didn't bother you as much as the sight you saw around you that day. (though bother might not be fitting, more like envious) There were couples everywhere on dates, holding hand and showing their affection towards each other. Bleh. (translation: when is it my turn?)

Either way, you could complain all you want but life still goes on. Sighing, you walk towards your apartment, staring down at your phone to avoid the sights of couples. It wasn't until an envelope at your door caught your attention.

The envelope had a simple yet design with a heart shape sticker on it, you hesitantly take it and enter your apartment.

After sitting on your couch for abit, you cautiously and gradually opens the letter, wary of any potential pranks, but nothing happened.

"Dear y/n

Happy Valentine's day, well, it's not Valentine's day yet but it will be soon.

I've always had a big crush on you, but i never gotten the chance to confess to you directly. Truth to be told, i'm not a courageous person, but you give me the strength to do so today :).

You are the most strongest, admirable person I've met. Whenever i listen to your music, I'm hit in awe with how talented you are. I fall even harder everytime i see you. Your presence is already enough for me to keep going.

Do you know the saying "the 5 love language"? They are words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. I would love to know which one is your love language, but instead of asking, I want to let you experience all of them. I aim to make you feel loved in every way possible, starting with words of affirmation!"

..Ah.

A secret admirer,,?

You honestly didn't know something so cliche that would be done in a high school romance movie would happened to yourself, in real life.

The rest of the kettle had you fuming like a kettle, was this person a fan of poets? They sure had their way with words.

As sweet as the letter sounds, you couldnt help but feel crept out by this, how much does this person knows you? Do you even know this person?

You could only hope that it's not someone creepy, like a stalker.. You opened your phone and take a picture of the letter, sending it to your childhood bestfriend.

y/n:

photo.jpeg

hyeon:

?

what's this?

y/n:

love letter,

saw it in front of my

apartment

hyeon:

does someone have a lil crush on little y/n :0?

y/n:

hyeon:

Daniel's got a competitor 😄

y/n:

NEVER

im forever loyal to daniel

👎👎

hyeon:

haha

why are you showing me this?

y/n:

idk

felt a lil crept out

dont u think its weird??

how did they know where i lived? idfk who they are

hyeon:

hmm, thats true.

maybe it's a neighbour? they mentioned they could hear your music, they might be living around your area ?

y/n:

that make it even worse

hyeon:

lock your doors and windows, you wouldnt want to entice your little 'admirer' to break in do you?

y/n:

gtg, bye

hyeon:

i was just joking D:!

I'll be back from Russia soon, i promise <3

y/n

mm, maybe dont.

take care tho

A few days went by and nothing happened, you were beginning to wonder if the letter was just a prank from the kids around the area.

Regardless, you didn't care, you were to tired from your work ealier. Getting yelled at by your manager in front of the customers, for something rather silly. (you looked really tired but manager took it as "mf u dont like ur work isit) This was far fron the first time, and not the worst thing that had happened, but it didn't make it less draining.

you went into your apartment, turned on the light and fell right onto your couch. Rent was due in 3 weeks,, you were mentally preparing yourself to starve for the next few days to be able to have a roof under your head.

everything was tiring you out, and you just want a car to come running into you already, but the house isn't going to clean itself. You had to do chores because you have been putting off chores for a few days now. It's going to pile up the more you tell yourself "i'll do it tomorrow." so you pushes your body off the couch to start.

maybe you can start by taking out the trash.

problem was, the trash was missing. you stared at the empty, new plastic bag over the trash you didn't remember replacing. are you hallucinating?

you went over the sink to wash the dishes, to find them cleaned and kept neatly inside the cabinet. huh.

you must be going crazy, you were sure you did not wash those dishes nor keep them. even if you did, you wouldn't store them as neat as this.

are you going insane?

you quickly check the laundry, and sure enough, they were all done up. the dirty clothes were washed, the one that you didn't bother folding was folded and put away in your bedroom. Neatly.

was your landlord here this morning? Even if he was, he wouls never done something like this. He only ever told you to stop being so lazy and clean the messy apartment. He even once demanded you to clean everything up while be watched but thats it.

you hit your head against the wall, hard, to check if you had not actually fallen asleep on the couch and this was all just a dream. you winced at the pain on your forehead, that sure gave you an answer that youre not hallucinating.

maybe you're just overworked..?

you sat on your bed, noticing a familiar envelope with another sticker on your pillow.

what the fuck.

you opened the envelope, which in it read,

"dear y/n,

Surprise, it's an act of service this time! you're so hardworking that you tire yourself out,, so i decided to do somethinf to lighten the load for you. Remember to take a break when you need it okay?

I also cooked dinner for you, it's your favourite :). They're in the fridge, please enjoy, it's not healthy to starve yourself.

Eternally yours,

Your secret admirer 💌"

you wanted to kill yourself.

your stalker is in fact, a stalker.

how did they get in your house?

how did they know your habits?

you didn't even bother eating the food in the fridge, letting it sit there as you spend the night searching for cameras in your house.

y/n:

hyeon,

they broke in

the mf that sent the letter broke in

photo.jpeg

hyeon:

broke in?

how? didn't i told you to lock the doors and windows?

y/n:

idfk hyeon

they broke in and like

did my chores

and even cook dinner for me

saying its an act of service

hyeon:

are you safe?

y/n:

i dont know am i

i know this sounds weird af but im

not joking

i dont feel safe in my house rn

hyeon:

call the police.

y/n:

with what evidence

tell them that someone sent two envelope, broke into my bouse, did my chores and cooked a meal for me??

ill sound like a maniac

then they'll send me to a mental hospital

hyeon:

you'll never know unless you try,

y/n, this sound dangerous, your life could be on the line bere.

please just call the police and see if they can do anything about it.

do you still have that previous letter with you?

y/n:

yeah

hyeon:

show that to them, including the new one.

y/n:

ok

ill try

hyeon:

okay.

i wish i wasnt in russia right now.

im so sorry, please wait a bit more, ill come back soon.

update me whenever you can.

y/n:

dont be sorry,

thank you.

you never had a peaceful sleep for the next few days, the only thing keeping you sane is messaging hyeon everyday.

you have been so worn out from what happened that night. you had gone to the police, but after they didnt found anything suspicious in your house besides the two letter, they then left and told you to contact them if anything happened.

useless. you texted to hyeon.

neither did the police nor you could find any hidden cameras around your house, but that didnt mean you were safe. they could missed them, or not search at the right place.

you were sitting on your couch, scrolling down your phone to distract what had happened. suddenly, someone knocked on your door.

you groaned, thinking it was your landlord, you got up, walked to your door and peek from the peephole. nobody was there.

you opened the door slowly, immediately notices the stench behind the door. sitting on the floor in the dark hallway were two boxes wrapped like gifts with a gold ribbon.

crimson liquid was seeping through the boxes, on top of one of the box was an envelope, the one you had received a few days prior.

you suppressed the urge to throw up as you felt your breath getting quicker and shallower. you opened your phone and called the police and messaged hyeon

y/n

hyeon

when the polices arrived, they opened the boxes and envelope. one of the polices seems panickes and quickly rushes to you bringing the envelope, making you read it.

"Dear y/n,

Two, the number of hands one would need to do a heart, i thought it would be romantic to give you two gifts. After all, what's Valentine's day without gifts?

I've seen the way those two treated you, i couldnt stand watching them mistreated you. How prideful that human trash must be to push all his mistakes onto you then punishes you? Just because he's a manager? You don't deserve that, dear, so, this is for you.

And that bastard landlord of yours, the way he stares at you and put his hand at you is so disgusting. If he's gonna look at you like that, he don't deserve his eyes. Just because he's your landlord, does not mean he can put his hand on you like that, so i cut them off.

i hope you enjoy the gifts, dear. I guess this can be considered to be acts of service too? I look foward to spending some quality time with you. I can't wait to finally have you in my arm.

ps. inside the hand of your manager is a necklace. <3

Eternally yours,

Your secret admirer 💌"

you glanced at the content of the boxes, puking at the side after seeing the blood hand of your manager and your landlord's head with his eyes gouge out.

you felt helpless.

you had nowhere to go.

you didnt wanna stay here anymore, you dont feel safe anywhere.

you just want to die.

as the police patting your backs and gives you a bottle of water, you receives a text message on his phone.

hyeon:

hey, i'm here now.

i'm sorry i couldn't reply to you earlier, i just arrived in south korea.

y/n:

hyeon thank god

please

can i stay at your place for a while

i cant stay here anymore

hyeon:

Of course, i'll pick you up.

when you finally met hyeon, you collapsed into the taller man's arm, letting the tears out you have been holding in as hyeon holds you close, embracing you in much needed warmth and comfort.

"here," hyeon placed down a plate of fried rice in front of you, coincidentally it being your favourite food but you dont have any appetite after what happened.

"i can tell you havent been eating well, it's all i have at the moment, but its better than nothing."

you appreciated him, but didnt wanna eat anything at the moment, the sight of your landlors was still fresh in your mind.

"thanks, but i feel really sick right now." you felt bad for putting hyeon through the trouble, only to turn it down in the end. "i'll heat it up and have it tomorrow."

"maybe you at least drink some water?"

"sure." Hyeon was already pouring a warm cup of water for you, you were glad you at least had hyeon to come to.

you two spent a while in an awkward silence, it was like hyeon would not ask what had happened until you were ready to talk about it yourself.

"do you have work later?" you asked to distract yourself.

No, hyeon had alarms around the house. He would be notified of any suspicious activities detected.

"no, my manager said he'll take care of it."

"oh.."

then the silence were back again, until hyeon opened his mouth.

"are you going to sleep now?"

"I.." you were sure you would not be able to sleep tonight, you do not know where that stalker was, what if they too breaks into hyeon's house? will you put him in danger as well?

Even so, you're still on edge.

"do you want to share a room?"

"what?"

"you don't have to sleep alone when i'm right here for you to cuddle with!"

you sighed, "hyeon-"

"no really, maybe im just overprotective but i really dont want to leave you alone. We can catch up on the past month, and maybe if i talk enough, it might put you to sleep?"

you cried into his arms for the second time that night.

you could not remember the last time you was help to sleep, you didnt think there was ever a time actually. when he slept besides hyeon, the latter would always wrap his body around you like a koala.

not that it surprised you, hyeon had always been handsy with you ever since the two was young, but only around him.

whenever they ate together, hyeon would reach his hand out to wipe a grain of rice or a drop of sauce off your face.

whenever they play fight, hyeon would always hug you as a way to "immobilize you". when hyeon suggested decorating the house for Valentine's day to take your mind off of things, he would hold your hand and guide you through tying ribbons and hanging decorations.

And when you still couldnt stop the anxiety from rising, hyeon would hold you so close, no matter what time it is, he would remind you to breathe, and prepare plastic bags for you in case you pukes.

Heck, he even made sure that you had fallen asleep first before he would.

you felt safe by hyeon's side.

On the morning of Valentine's day, hyeon was still asleep which was expected, he had waited for you to fall asleep the night before.

You carefully and quietly slipped out of hyeon's tight hold, and headed towards the washroom, you decided to clean hyeon's office then cook a meal for him.

walking toward hyeon's office, you noticed a few paperwork on his table. It seems like it was the paperwork hyeon's had been doing last evening.

His handwriting was exceptionally neat, it had been quite some time you last seen it, but you could remember envying the man for having such a neat writing.

you noticed a half opened file on the floor, you picked it up and read the content of the files out of curiousity

they were mostly a bunch of statistics and numbers, percentages and whatnot. you wanted to stop reading but you felt drawn in his handwriting. To you, it looked familiar, like you've seen it before.

you stared longer at the words until you realized,

realized why he found it familiar.

you flipped to the next page, why did hyeon have your landlord personal informations?

you felt arms hugging you from behind, "what are you doing, snooping around my work like that? what if it's confidential?'

you didnt answer.

"y/n?" hyeon seemed to noticed you tensing up, "sorry, did i scare you that badly? you just seemed so focused on those papers, i just had to-"

"Hyeon."

"Yeah?"

You didnt know what to say, you did not know what to ask. You didnt know how to ask him.

you wish you were just dreaming.

Because.. wasnt hyeon in russia all this time?

"y/n?"

Hyeon couldnt have been in south korea. He couldnt have went into your apartment. He couldnt have place those.. letters abd boxes in your apartment if he wasnt even in the same country as you

ah.

"y/n, are you okay?"

"hyein,, can i take a look at your passport?"

"my passport? why?"

"i just want to.. confirm something."

Hyeon looked at you for a while, before letting go of you "sure, let me go get it."

As he went back to his room, you held ontobthe table tightly to avoid collapsing.

its okay.

you just had to look into his passport, then you would realize how dumb you are to suspect hyeon, the person that sheltered you when you had nowhere to go. the man that's your childhood friend who would sacrifice anything for you-

Hyeon returned, with his passport in hand. "here you go." you were about to take the passport from hum until you saw it

or more like the lack of it.

instead of handing the passport to you normally, hyeon had flipped it to the latest page. Hyeon had supposedly flew to russia first of december last year.

The last time he travelled, according to the passport,

was back in june.

"you were wondering about this, werent you?" hyeon stepped closer towards you, "when did it click?"

"your handwriting you bastard."

"ah right, that was my mistake, but dont you think it took too long for you to notice?"

Hyeon took the papers one by one, putting them together neatly, as if he was having the most normal and mundane conversation.

As if he wasnt the one that sent you all of that letters.

As if he was not the one who broke into your apartment.

As if he didnt sent that severed head and hands to you..

"i guess i should expected that, after all, i'm never the one whom you'll ever have eyes for, am i?" he smiled bitterly.

"Hyeon.." you wanted to be proven wrong, you wanted to be wrong so bad.

you wanted to believe hyeon was not capable of this.

you wanted to believe him, your closest friend, would never do such thing.

instead, you received a hug that felt so cold.

you wanted to strangle hyeon so bad. you wanted to strangle yourself.

you just felt so weak.

as much as you wanted to avoid it, the clues were all right in front of you, mocking you.

there was no one in the world who had heard and appreciated your music, who observed and knew so much of your lifestyle and habits besides ivan.

when the puzzle started coming together, you could feel yourself falling apart.

"so y/n, please tell me:

what is your favourite love language?"

you just want to die.

[draft messages]

y/n:

thanks for taking me in

im glad i hv u in my lufe

you better not tell anyone i said this,

but i dont think theres anyone else i trust

anyone else more than you

thank you.

a/n: zzzzz goodnight (disappears)

[hyuny-bunny]

Hi Rose!

Can you do a fic where SKZ are in an interview and one of the questions for each of them is, "If you have a sister, whom would you want her to date?" And Minho vehemently objects to his metaphoric sister dating his friends, then notices Changbin looking all suspicious. Turns out Changbin has been chatting up Minho's cousin. Juicy, juicy.

Thank you! But please, please don't feel obligated if you're not comfy writing this, okay?

of course ! thank you so much for the request and i hope this does it justice :') i did tweak the details abit and kinda ran with it 😅. i hope not too much to disappoint. if you want something a little more spicy feel free to submit again and i can do a follow up pt 2☺️

i'll wait | C.B. ft minho

genre: fluff overload, friends to lovers, slow burn romance

content warning: cuteness overload, kissing, slightly upset minho, minho threatening to break changbin.

Minho had always been like an older brother to you. You weren't too far apart in age, you were glued to the hip at 3 and it's always been that way. Both sets of parents had to have a difficult talk with the two of you, explaining you weren't siblings. It didn't stop him referring to you as his sister and for you your brother.

Even during his time as a trainee, you were always there supporting. Whether it was dropping by the company building for a 15 minute break to have coffee and catch up, you'd always make time for him. When he was recruited by Chan to be a part of a group, you were ecstatic for him but your time together was cut down significantly when he went on to do the survival show.

After getting his big break to debut, he spent a lot of time out with his group doing street performances and advertising their group. You'd often join him with passing out flyers or just helping them record videos as they hadn't been supplied with staff just yet. You got more familiar with the rest of his group but you were always shy around them, not really knowing your place in how to interact with them.

Changbin and Jisung were the first ones you warmed up to. Han was always respectful but treated you like a friend, always making you feel comfortable around them. Changbin was much shyer with his approach. He found you pretty the moment Minho introduced you to all of them. He'd always crack jokes to you when you were around. Teasing your camera work when they were going back of their vlogs. It wasn't until one afternoon, you were supposed to be meeting Minho & Changbin for lunch, Minho had been running behind with his dance practice. This was the most nervous Changbin had felt in a long time, not even his performance review came close to he felt knowing he'd be alone with you until Minho would arrive.

All his worries washed away when he saw you sitting out on the terrace of that cafe. You were wearing a grey sweater with a black skirt. It was fall so the cold hadn't set it but he could see your legs shivering. Without thinking about it, he was already pulling his jacket off. He walked over to you seeing the way you beamed at him melted his heart.

"Here, for your legs." He extended the jacket out to you.

"Oh... it's fine, binnie," His heart skipped a beat at the nickname, "I'm not that cold! I don't want you getting cold either."

He cocked an eyebrow at you before laying the jacket over your lap himself, he didn't know where the confidence to do that came from. Your heart swooned at the gesture, your legs find a new found warmth from the heat that came from the worn jacket and the blood rushing in you. From that day on you had kept a close friendship to him, one Minho himself would've seen.

Much later down the line your friendship grew closer but never anything more. It wasn't until a few months before their new comeback, Changbin was stressing beyond belief. The pressure to have a big impact on the music charts this time around was getting to his head. He was practically calling you every night to talk. One night he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to see you. It was 2 in the morning, he was letting his legs were move and think for him.

He's standing at your door debating on whether or not to ring your bell, not a second is able to pass before you're already there opening the door. The next moment we're all a blur because once he's stepped into your apartment, his shoes kicked off, his lips are on yours. After a moment or so he stops, apologizing for not having asked for your permission but you're already pulling him back down to kiss him some more. After the night he swears off kissing, he wants to be able to date you properly. The other obstacle you face is your beloved cousin. You know the one who brought you two together, the one who doesn't know the details of your relationship with his group member.

From then, you both find time to sneak off for dates. Your dates mainly consist of eating dinner at his studio, or he's bringing you food to your place for a movie night. You're trying you best to make things work, away from prying eyes, deranged fans, and most importantly, from Minho.

The truth about the two of you comes spilling out suddenly and unexpectedly when SKZ is on a variety show. Their staff at this point had a vague idea of you relationship status to Binnie but it was unbeknownst to them that Minho did not know. Minho had invited you to come watch the variety show so you could all grab dinner afterwards. Things took a turn when the host was going around asking about the members siblings.

Lee Know candidly spoke about a cousin that was practically his sister, you could see Binnie glancing your way past the camera.

"Would any of you let your sisters date another member of the group?" The host asked.

Seung is the first to adamantly say 'no'. He's waving and shaking his head no in disgust, they're all laughing at his reaction but Minho soon joins in on him.

"Nope, never. Not happening, maybe when I'm dead." Minho deadpans looking across his members but his eyes land on Changbin who is dead staring at you.

He clocks it then. Minhos eyes are darting back and forth between you two. It takes Chan kicking the back of Changbins chair for him to snap out of his daze letting out a loud 'huh'. Minho's eyes are narrowed on him.

He knows something but he doesn't know for fact.

"Would you let your sister date any of the members?... Or better yet would you date any of the members sisters?" The host is laughing while repeating the question. Minho isn't laughing though.

Changbin flusters out a 'no' but his cheeks are a tint of pink now that he was caught staring you down. The filming wraps up and staff are asking the production to send them over the final product before they release it, just as an extra precaution. Minho says nothing when he brushes past you. He's pissed.

Shit maybe he does know.

You're standing out by your car waiting for Minho. It was supposed to be 4 of you. Jisung, Minho, Changbin, and you. You wave your goodbyes to rest of the members, finally seeing the three of them walking out together. You can tell Jisung is yapping about something based off the way he's moving his hands while talking. Changbin walks beside him head low and Minho walks on the opposite side of Han. He's staring you down all the way till he gets to you.

You're all standing outside the car but no one is moving.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Minho's never had such a cold tone with you, it makes you straighten up.

"I uh... We wanted to... I just..." You can't find the words but Changbin steps up.

"Take it out on me," He's stepped in between you two now. "We didn't know how to tell you, I asked to keep it quiet until the time came."

"And when was that time? Because I just had to find out in front an entire production crew and our staff. Was that your ideal time?" He's pissed but he's also hurt. Hurt that you would hide this from him.

"I'm sorry, Min. I am really. I was just scared that you wouldn't..."

"That I wouldn't what?" He snaps at you.

"You wouldn't approve of it."

beat

His eyes soften looking at you. He looks to Changbin.

"Do you love her?"

"I love her"

It was the first time you heard him say he loved you. It wasn't the way he imagined it going. Minho sighs looking at you again, he can tell it was your first time hearing this too.

"Okay.... If you so much as lay a hand on her or do anything to break her heart, i will break your fingers off one by one, and you'll never lift a weight again, got it?" Minho has a hand on his shoulder and a finger pointing in his face like a parent scolding a child.

Jisung has been stuck in same pose for the last 20 minutes with his jaw slack to the floor while clutching his hand over his heart. You're right there with him ever since you heard Changbin say 'I love her'.

Minho moves to open the car to put his bag in the back, unfortunately you're still frozen in place and haven't unlocked.

"You know the least you could do is feed me now?" He looks at you gesturing the car keys in hand. He grabs the keys from you to unlock the car now. He hugs you for a moment before patting changbin on the shoulder.

You look at Changbin who is matching the flush on your face. He kisses your forehead trying to bring you out of your state of shock.

" You know 'I love you, too' would've been nice to hear ," He laughs taking the keys and walking to the passenger side to usher you in "But I'll wait."

[20-th-centurygirl]

nsfw alphabet

daniel ricciardo x reader

navigation masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

smothers you in kisses, runs a bath for both of you and refuses to stop cuddling you !!!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favourite body part on him is his thigh bc of his tattoo. he loves the way you always stare and drool over it and his head spins when you ride it 🤭

i think he's more of an ass man but honestly i think he loves your boobs and ass equally?? he can't really decide because he loves every part of his girl equallly

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he's soo kinky my mind won't be changed. loves finishing inside you bc he feels like it's a way of making you know you're his and no other man will ever get to experience that with you

but he also loves finishing on your face. he just thinks you look so so beautiful with his cum on your face

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's into risky sex and i think he secretly loves the idea of you being caught? like he'll take you back to his drivers room after every race, good or bad, to fuck you and he secretly wants someone to walk in and see how lucky he is to have you as his girlfriend and see how good you treat him

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he knows exactly what he's doing ! hands mouth dick he knows how to use them all and make you see stars everytime

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves abit of doggy because he can take control and he loves it when you ride him because you get tired quickly and it makes him soo cocky knowing you need his help.

but i think his favourite is missionary. it's basic but it always makes him feel close to you, being able to stare right into your eyes and hear every little breath hitch and whimper you make

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he'll smile at you because let's be honest when does this man not smile but i don't think he's super jokey with you. he likes to keep it serious because he's worshipping you and he needs you to know how much you adore him. he's always cracking jokes after sex though

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i don't think he's fully shaved just bc he has a beard but i also don't think it's super crazy down there. he keeps it trimmed and neat

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so so romantic it's ridiculous. he's apart from you for so long and always rushed so he really savours having the time to love on you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn't really do it when he's with you but he's away for so long so he'll usually call you 🤭

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i am convinced this man is the kinkiest man ever idc ! loves sex in risky places so that whoever sees you can see just how lucky he is to have you. but he's also super careful because he knows that it could ruin your career and he doesn't want to embarass you either

is also the biggest tease ever, 100% has got you those vibrating panties to wear during a dinner with the other drivers. he wants you to beg and definitely gets turned on if you cry, also into overstimulating you.

and i think he'd secretly be into you taking control? like he's normally the dominant one in your relationship so he loves it when you're in charge but he won't ask you to do that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

likes fucking you in his drivers room and also likes fucking you in the back of his car but his favourite place will always be your bed because its yours.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

honestly anything but he goes crazy whenever you're at his races cheering him on. knowing you're there just to support him, how proud you are of him and your competitive streak coming out has him feeling lightheaded

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that makes you even the slightest bit uncomfortable or hurts you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he has a pussy eating nose idc. that man could spend hours buried between your legs making you go dizzy. he loves how quickly he can make you fall apart.

but he also loves it when you suck him off. he goes crazy when he sees you struggling to fully take him in the mouth. waking up to you giving him head (with consent ofc) is his favourite

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on his mood. normally he's fast but there's also times, especially when he's tired, feeling low or just missing you where he's super slow and loving

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

will always go down on you before a race 'for good luck' then have a quickie just after a race before taking you back to your hotel and fucking you properly

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no? idk how to explain it :( he loves the thrill of having sex in a place where he can get caught, but he's also super careful bc he knows being caught can ruin his reputation and ruin yours. he's not into being risky in a place where the general public can catch you, but he'll take risks if the person that might catch you is someone you both know if that makes sense??

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

on days where he's got you all to himself and nothing to do he could literally go all day. his stamina is higher than yours, he has to take breaks because you need them

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

loves using them on you when he's fucking you to tease and overstimulate you. also likes them because he knows you're still able to feel good even if he's away. don't think he's massively into using them on himself but he wouldn't say no either

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's awful. he knows he has the power so he always drags it out and teases you. he wants you to beg for him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he can be either super loud, i'm talking loud moans and grunts or he'll stay quiet to focus on you and the noises you're making

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he's super into lingerie so when he's away he'll buy you new sets and get you to model them for him when he gets back 🤭

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he gives off big dick energy. little over average in length but he's girthy 🤭

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

also depends. he's either all over you or he's happy to just relax and spend time with you doing something else. i think generally it's quite high though

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he likes to stay up and just talk nonsense with you after sex. loves just holding onto you, gently stroking your back and arms talking about the most random stuff ever

[horrorisunknowntoyou]

STRESS FILLED NIGHTS

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem-Reader

TW: Anxiety/ paranoid, Stress cleaning, biting nails.

Summary: You were used to Simon's night terrors and anxiety, but what happens when your the one struggling without even knowing?

A/n: I wrote this, because I'm having a really hard time sleeping so this is a self comfort thing for me. I'm tired man. Also Ghost is OOC . And this is unedited or whatever.

Tick...Tick...Tick...

You starred up at the ceiling, the clock on the wall continuing to tick on the wall. You peer over to your left, picking up your phone from the nightstand. At this point taking off the charger as it's full battery at this point. The light illuminating from the phone slightly blinding you as you check the time.

2:13 am

Sighing, you put your phone aside, it's been hours already and your still not asleep yet. Your husband by now is peacefully asleep, but your still awake. You turn to your side, facing the now sleeping Ghost. He looked so...peaceful you just stared at him slowly breathing, looking pretty in the blue mood light on him. Something only you and you alone can see, no one else can. Your hand gently reaches out as gently push and piece of hair aside, smiling at how cute he is.

Eventually you layed back on your back, staring at the ceiling once again. After 20 minutes of looking at the ceilings texture to see if you can see any images from it for fun. Or messing around with your hand in the blue light you eventually got sick of it.

Quietly sitting up from the bed, making sure to not make any sounds to wake your husband up. You put your house slippers on and left the room. Once in the hallway, you let out a relaxed breath. Since your awake, might as well make yourself useful.

" Think y/n, what can I do currently?..." You thought as you take a left turn reaching the living room. You flick the lights on " Oh, I can tidy up the house abit, as long I don't vacuum or do anything loud, it should be fine." At this point you were getting shaky because you were exhausted. But you ignored it as you started to sweep the floor, humming to yourself quietly.

You swept.

You wiped the tables and counters clean.

You moped the tile floor.

You clean the dust off souvenirs and photo frames and more.

You left the kitchen spotless.

You even clean your fucking gun.

After all of that, you just sat on the couch silently with out a word. You were biting your nails, trying to figure out what else to do before being alerted to Simon's panicked voice.

"Y/n?! Y/n where are you? Y/-"

He immediately rushed over to the living room panicked. He soon relaxed once he saw you just sitting on the couch.

"Y/n, it's 6am...what the hell are you doing this early?"

"Cleaning."

"Cleaning?" He gave you an almost dumbfounded look. " You know what time it is, right now?"

"6:25 am."

"How long have you been cleaning love?"

You were starting to avoid his eye contact, biting you nail more. "I-i..I don't know."

Ghost just stood there sighing, "why didn't you ask for my help?" He says, almost hurt. " Your going to get a migraine. "

"I know...I don't know...I just.." you starred down at your carpet rug. " I was scared, I couldn't sleep. And I thought it was better if I'm awake that I should make myself useful..."

Ghost, walks over to you, kneeling in front of you, his calloused hands gently forcing you to look at him. " Y/n, y/n look at me. Your hurting yourself doing this. "

"I don't understand." You said truthfully, your hand gently laying on top of his.

"love, your exhausted, your literally shaking right now....Listen, I may not be good at the whole comfort thing compared to you. But since you watch over me during my night terrors it's only fair I do the same with you."

"But...I don't have nightmares like you do though, I'm just...a little scared to go to sleep."

"Even so, you still need sleep."

You thought about it, and slowly nod. You then gently leaned into his arms and laid your head on his shoulder.

Ghost then stood up, and wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up. Carrying you back to bed, flicking the lights off.

He walks into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind him. Getting in bed with you, now that he can see your face closely, your eyes were bloodshot and exhausted.

You quietly spoked to him, as he now gently moves a strain of your hair aside. " Did I really scare you? I'm sorry if I did..." You yawn softly, " I thought...me leaving would protect you...or something."

"Protect me? Ha. But you did startle me. "

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You didn't intend to. I was just... surprised to not see you beside me. "

"hmm." Your eyes fluttered abit. Less talkative.

Ghost noticed, that him quietly talking to you was finally making you relax.

" I would appreciate if next time this happens, you tell me. Alright?"

You nodded.

Ghost continue to talk to you, sometimes telling you his awful jokes. And once you finally stop responding to him. He looked over to see you finally asleep. Haft your face hidden away in the pillow, taking soft slow breaths.

He pulled the blanket over his shoulders, gently pulling you close to him , wrapping his arms around you protectively falling suit and falling asleep with you.

Both of you peacefully asleep.

A/n: IM SO TIRED UGH

[viscaaelbarcaaa]

SOULS DON’T MEET BY ACCIDENT

Warning: fluff

Pairing: Marc Guiu x Fem!reader

❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️

Being a exchance student in London was never easy. Big city, bunch of trafic, new language, new school system..and much more

You are working as a student in a nice, cozy caffe near the center of the city where its always crowded. Meeting a bunch of tourists and hearing some new languages. But you never expected to meet a famous footballer.

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It was a nice sunny morning. The caffe sign turned to “open” and people already enjoying their morning coffee.

“Y/n can you go get table 9 please?” One of your coworkers asked

“Yeah, right away!” You answered and walked towards table 9

“Hello, how may i hel-“ you froze in place realising who you just met. It was the one and only Marc Guiu, you didn’t really have time to read news about football because of work and school but you did came across a news page where it mentioned a famous Spanish footballer transfering to Chelsea, but you would have never thought that you’ll meet him

“You okay ma’am?” He chuckled

“Yes, sorry…how may i help you today?” You gather your composure

“I’ll just have a Espesso” he answered looking at the menu

“Alright will be right up!” You wrote down his order and walked back to the counter

“Girl, you wont believe who i just met!” You whisper-yelled at your best friend, who happens to be a regular costumer

“Who?!” Her eyes widened with curiosity

“Shh, keep it down he might hear you” you scolded her while preparing his Espresso “You know the footballer whos meant to move here?”

“Yeah, what about him?” she answered with a curious voice while sipping on her own drink

“He is sitting right there!” You point at the table. What you didn’t notice was him literally looking straight at you, he smirks at you

You smile back nervously

“Oh girl he wants you” you best friend said

“No he doesn’t, he doesn’t even know me, we just meet!” You explain

“Oh but he does, smirking and staring at you, girl you got yourself a husband” she laughed

“Shut up” you place the espresso on the tray and add a little muffin on the side

While carrying the tray, you cant help yourself but steal a couple of glances of the footballer

“Here you go, sir” placing the espresso and the plate on the table infront of him

“Thank you” he thanks you with a smile, appreciation evident in it

God, that man just took your breath away, you just stand there staring at his gorgeous smile that could make the whole London shimmer and his dimples.

You snap out of it and return the smile

“Sorry, dont wanna sound weird but i just transfered here and dont know much about the city..maybe you could give me a little tour?” He offered

“Absolutely!” You agreed

“Alright, perfect..will Saturday do for you?” he asked

“Yeah sure..but can i you know get your number so we could text where we meet and if theres any change of plans?” You hesitated abit

“Oh yeah right” you exchange numbers

You walk back to the counter, grinning like a kid when they get a new toy

Authors note: kinda rushed so sorry hope you like it and also apologising for any grammar issues, spelling mistakes

Made this cuz of Marc’s transfer to Chelsea which literally broke me to pieces but oh well

[elvestoneanzelote1]

𝐀:𝐧- 𝐬𝗼 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝗺 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝗼 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝗼𝐭! 𝐇𝗼𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭/𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐱 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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You were the elder sister of Osamu Dazai more (not really) you were more likely with him since he was young as you were 2-3 years older then him. You took care of him well.. More likely you work as pretty far even outside Japan, which lead to traveling too when need and let two people as caretaker look after him.

He knows he have a sister, he knows how you look like through the portrait of yours in the hallway of the small house.

After all the presents he get every birthday make it obvious. But his mind of joy was short lived as he never saw you.. Truly, He never saw you giving them the gift or even visit him.

The two caretaker mock him into implying that he is just a burden to you or sort.

The words hurts him more and more as he turn 14 as he finally attempted to kill himself.

As often it was you got the news making you to rush back to Japan.

Unfortunately, You were late.. He was taken by a doctor as the caretakers unfortunately found dead alarming you.

Your mind in frenzy and pain as you even lose your younger brother. Oh how you should have look after him yourself.

Yes you work at early of age more likely, due to your ability, been helpful though it was slightly illegal work but not murdering or sort.

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Time went by in two years, as your search came to an end as you work in Japan on those due to time force to resign that work that make you stay outside of Japan traveling and more likely you earn a lot through there. Which also one of the reason why you are able to live in Yokohama for now.

"Oi Dazai! Get your lazy butt to move!" Shouted a voice as your body move to where the voice was to see a certain ginger hair boy with a brunette you are familiar of or so you think.

"Ma~ Chuuya There is no-" he paused as his brown eye flickered onto yours that seems to be staring at him.

It widens a bit as he approach you, as Chuuya the ginger hair boy look confused as he followed suit.

"My what a lovely lady, what brings you here? Am I too handsome for you not able to lay eyes off from me?" Asked Dazai as You shook your head.

"I apologize for staring it is just you.. Look familiar"

"Oh? Perhaps so.. May I know your name, Miss?"

You were abit hesitant as you took notice of their clothing well.. Specifically The brunette clothing as The ginger hair male look casual.

"Don't hesistate, Well let us first introduced first.. I'm Osamu Dazai" said the brunette as your eyes widen a bit making him slightly confused by your reaction as he narrowed his eyes when Chuuya introduced himself to you.

His eyes are deceiving him.. Right? You look exactly like.. No.. Why would his adopted sister be here either way.. Right?

"I'm.. Y/n l/n"

Dazai couldn't help but smirk and glance at Chuuya signaling him to leave leading Chuuya be reluctant yet, does so.

"So.. Y/n L/n.. More likely... Oneesan" said Dazai as his eyes darken at you.

Your eyes widen at the mention word.

"So.. Your-"

"Indeed.. (Chuckles) the one and only.. I didn't thought.. You will finally come back to Japan after.. All this years of.. Isolating me" the last line of his word make your spine chill as your mouth was dry, unable to speak out.

"I.."

"Your job was tough.. I know but you never visit me.. Like I never exist.." He walk in circle around your form as he stop and took a strand of your hair.

"You know.. It hurt me.. Knowing well even if I have an elder sister who.. Adopted me.. She never visited me, Even if it was Christmas nor new year."

You were quiet as it was true you never visited Japan for quiet some time.

"I.."

"But that's alright after all your here now, we can always find the happiness together now.. I heard from others.. That"

His face lean up closer to your face making you take a step back.

"You have been searching for me for about a year! I was so happy but.. You stopped why Did you gave up so easily? Was I not worth anything?"

"N-no it's nothing like that, i-"

"That's alright now, Neesan after all.. Now I found you and we can always be together do you have a house? Perhaps so"

"I.. Do but.. "

"Hmm? Are you trying to leave me again?"

"O-of course not.. I can always visit your work, Dazai" you said as you smile a bit nervously.

He tilted his head a bit.

"Right you will be.. But can't I stay with you, Y/n-oneesan?"

"Um... Sure.. Sure..?" You muttered as he beamed and hugged you firmly as you couldn't help but feel you make a grave mistake.

A mistake on meeting Dazai again.

Just hope that at least you can have your freedom.

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A:n- that's all good day/night to you all.. hope you take care of yourself!!

[itsjaywalkers]

for the drabbles me n you 71 (jokes....unless..)

but seriously rosekiller 60—i think it fits their vibe perfectly

i seriously considered writing a silly drabble for u and me.. greatest ship of our generation etc etc

but anyways !! here u have some rosekiller darling <3

60. "Before you decide to murder me, let me explain..."

If you asked Barty how he ended up pinned to the ground, right next to an open and half-dug grave, and with a scalpel to his neck, he wouldn't know what to tell you.

He knows it started with the disinheritance. Or maybe it was a bit later, when Regulus had told him he couldn't keep hiding in his dorm room, because his neighbour was starting to get suspicious, and he couldn't afford to be kicked out, now that he had also stopped being a trust fund baby. Not like he behaves any less spoiled.

Barty is convinced that it had nothing to do with the risk of getting discovered, and everything to do with that brainless rugby player who has started coming over. Regulus keeps insisting that it's just for uni, because they have a project together, or something, but Barty has caught that stupid jock ogling his best friend more times than he can count.

And there's also that one time he climbed Regulus' dorm window a bit earlier than he had said he would, and had seen the rugby dude lifting his shirt for some unknown reason and Regulus touch his abs with a ridiculous amount of awe. Like it was the first he was seeing a human body.

Barty still wishes he had recorded it. Regulus keeps trying to gaslight him about it but he knows what he saw. Unfortunately. He still has nightmares.

The point is that Regulus needed him out of there, and Barty also had jumped at the chance of getting away. It was fun, at first, interrupting their alone time and being the target of all those murderous glares Dave—or whatever his name is—kept sending his way. But it was beginning to grow old. The fear of Regulus poisoning his food or choking him in his sleep was getting a bit too real—he gets so cranky when he's horny but doesn't get any.

It's not like it's Barty's fault. He used to take care of that for Reg, because he's a great friend like that, but, well, after that one incident of Barty eating Regulus out and Regulus moaning that stupid jock's name, he refuses to lend him a hand anymore. Literally.

Not being able to rely on Regulus' dorm room, Barty needed money, and he needed it fast. So, technically, it had started with the disinheritance. Because like everything else in Barty's life that goes wrong, of course his father is somehow to blame.

Although, and watching the angel straddling his hips and who's about to slit his throat open, Barty isn't sure he'd say this is going exactly wrong.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, blondie," Barty starts, voice a little strained. "I think the scalpel and the whole threatening my life is a little unnecessary. We can have a conversation like grown ups—"

The angel presses the tool against Barty's skin a bit harder, abit deeper, and he has to bite his tongue to repress a groan when he feels the first drops of blood trickle down his neck.

Is this doing it for him? Really? It's not the weirdest thing that has managed to turn him on, but it's about to get very awkward if he pops a boner all of a sudden.

"Or not," Barty rushes to add, chuckling hoarsely. "We can totally talk like this. The dirt is actually pretty comfortable, and it's such a lovely night. I'd dare to say it's even kinda romantic."

The angel tilts his head to the side, brown emotionless eyes blinking down at him. "Are you flirting with me?"

Blondie's voice is empty, lacking any form of inflexion, but so smooth and so soft it's genuinely doing things to Barty.

"Depends. Is it working?"

He blinks at Barty again. Somehow, the gesture looks more condescending this time. The angel cuts him a bit more, and Barty hisses.

"What do you think?"

"I'm taking that as a maybe," Barty retorts, managing a little smirk.

Barty really has no survival instinct. He might actually die tonight, and yet his brain doesn't seem to be able to get with the program.

Not like Barty can blame it. If his killer looks this pretty, then he has no complaints. Or not as many as he should, at least.

"You were nosing around my grave," the angel states, squinting his eyes slightly. "Why."

"Your grave? I don't know if that's right, blondie, you look quite alive to me—"

The angel exhales loudly through his nose, and then moves the blade to the side of Barty's throat, as if getting ready to properly cut.

"Wait, wait," he exclaims, attempting to grab blondie's wrist and then remembering both of his hands are being crashed by his own back. "Before you murder me, let me explain..."

He pauses, leaves the sentence hanging and stares up at the angel with what he hopes are convincing puppy eyes. They've never worked on Regulus, but then again, he's a heartless man who only gets moved by his Prada slippers, so it doesn't really count.

Blondie doesn't say anything, just continues watching him with the most deadpan expression Barty has ever seen in his life. But his throat is only bleeding just a little, and he's still alive, so he'll take it as a win.

"I didn't know it was your grave, blondie," he assures him, and it feels a bit weird, not having to lie to defend himself. Most of the time, he's done whatever they're accusing him of and worse. "Really. Maybe you should put some sort of sign, something that actually stakes your claim, so people like me don't get confused—"

"You shouldn't be digging up graves anyway," the angel cuts him off with a pointed look.

Barty arches an eyebrow. "I'm not sure how I feel about a bloke who's literally threatening me with a scalpel judging what I decide to do with my free time."

"You said you were gonna explain and I'm not listening to any explanations." The angel rolls his eyes so hard Barty is momentarily concerned. "My hand is getting sore."

"You know how it'd feel less sore? If you dropped that cute little knife, or at least put it away from my face—"

"You have thirty seconds to talk before I cut your neck open."

"Okay, okay!" Barty sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. "It really was nothing personal, blondie. I just needed a body, a recent one, with all its organs intact, so I could sell them for an insane amount of money and pay for a room in the uni accommodation."

The angel finally looses the grip on the scalpel, the pressure becoming bearable. "You're digging up graves because you're broke?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Barty confirms with a shrug. "It's easy money. And I have experience digging up graves." He stops for a second and then he adds, "don't ask."

"I wasn't going to."

"So? Truce?"

Blondie gives another one of his slow blinks. "Not yet. How good are you with dismemberments?"

Barty doesn't miss a beat. "As in, having enough stomach to watch them or doing them myself?"

"Both."

"Quite good, I'd say. If I have the right tools, that is."

"I can provide them."

"Can you? Really?" Barty questions with a lazy smile. "Why would a cute, murderous thing like you need someone who knows how to dismember bodies for?"

"That's none of your business," the angel replies, raising his chin. "It's just for a little project I'm working on."

A project that includes referring to random graves as yours? That needs dead bodies' limbs?

Oh, this guy is absolutely batshit insane.

Barty wants him so ridiculously bad he's starting to get dizzy.

"You can have the organs," blondie adds, after Barty takes a little too long to answer. What can he say, he's a little busy fantasising about bending the angel in half and having his way with him. "They're of no use to me. I only need the limbs. And a head."

"Tempting," Barty admits, nodding. "But the question is, can you afford to hire my services?"

The angel finally puts the scalpel in his jacket's pocket, sitting up slightly and crossing his arms over his chest oncee the blade is away. "Afford? An amateur grave-digger's fee can't be that high, especially when you're this desperate. I'm sure I have enough money to—"

"Woah, woah, no one said anything about money, blondie. That's what selling organs illegally is for," Barty chuckles, squirming until he can free his hands from behind him. Still, he's gentle enough to not jostle the angel in his lap too much.

"Then?"

"A kiss?" Barty bats his lashes for good measure.

Blondie glares at him for a few long seconds, and when Barty is about to laugh it off, assure the other boy he was just joking and simply agree to his insane business proposal, the angel leans down.

Barty is sure that blondie only intended it for it to be a peck, but he's nothing if not an opportunist, and the moment the other boy's lips touch his, he rushes to deepen the kiss. Surprisingly, the angel allows it, opening up his mouth all sweetly when Barty licks at the seam teasingly, and tangling their tongues together.

He lets Barty explore a little, shuddering when he hums lowly into his eager mouth, but then he pulls away, the back of his hand coming up and rubbing furiously at his lips.

It's too dark to tell, but Barty could almost swear the angel is a bit flustered.

"Happy?" he grumbles, slightly muffled.

"Very much so," Barty says, not bothering to hide his shit-eating grin. "That's only the payment for a limb, though, blondie. So, if you need more..."

"It's Evan," the other boy correct him with a huff, finally putting his hand away from his lips. "And don't push it. I have to see how good you are first."

"Barty," he introduces himself in response, offering a handshake that Evan accepts, if a little begrudgingly. "I can assure you, I won't disappoint."

[mirai-e-jump]

UTB (Up to Boy) Magazine, February 2024 Issue (Vol.334) ft. Hirakawa Yuzuki Interview and Photo Shoot (translation below)

Publication: December 22, 2023

Immovable Upside

Currently appearing in "Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger," the currently airing Super Sentai series, actor Hirakawa Yuzuki-san makes her second appearance in our magazine. She's changed her hair, having it cut into a shorter style, as she presents her pure and mature duality, which has become even more transparent.

-We've been rushing through the year-

"You've cut your hair short, and your look is totally different from the last time we saw you. Personally, how do you feel about your current short hairstyle?"

Hirakawa: Before I started acting, I always kept it short, so it somehow feels nostalgic. I cut it because of my role, but I thought it was abit of a waste since it's been that long for about 5 years (laughs). Still, I think it'll be fine since it grows quickly.

"Starting from episode 27, the second chapter of King-Ohger is set two years later. We think the change in hairstyle made it easier for you to make changes in your performance."

Hirakawa: That's true. I think I'm able to show more strength. I think that after two years, they're more aware and prepared as a king, and that they have a greater sense of responsibility.

"Now that the story has progressed considerably, are there any memorable moments from the episodes that have been broadcast so far?"

Hirakawa: In episode 25, the sense of distance between Rita and their retainer Morfonia, or rather, the values of their relationship have become much closer. It was a time where Rita gathered the courage to take another step forward on their own, so that episode left quite an impression on me. From there, the way they interacted with Morfonia changed completely, so I think it was a turning point for them. Also, in episode 38, they reveal the face they've been hiding up until that point, and showed all kinds of facial expressions as an "idol," so I hope you enjoyed it.

"It's already aired, so if you haven't seen it yet, please catch up and watch it…..! By the time this magazine comes out, filming for the final episode will be underway, right?"

Hirakawa: In about another month or so……"We've got such a long time before it starts!," is what I thought, but only for a moment. I think it was more instantaneous after the Summer film ended. Until then, we weren't used to filming, and everyone was in a state of just trying to figure things out. The cast members have been good friends since the beginning, but since we spent alot of time together, including during the regional promotional campaigns for the Summer film, we became even closer, and that time really flew by.

"For those who view things similarly, the "loss" seems to be intense."

Hirakawa: It might be because me and the rest of the cast are starting to become aware of the end, or maybe it's because some fans are also like, "It's coming to an end….?" I still go out to dinner with all the cast members after filming, so I think we'll still probably see each other again ever when it's over. We've been together for a year and we've gotten to know each other very well, so when I imagine the end of filming, I feel incredibly sad.

"As a fan, I'm going to miss seeing everyone's friendly conversations on Toei Channel very much……Now, 2023 will soon come to an end, looking back, what kind of year was it?"

Hirakawa: We've really been rushing through the year. I've been working hard during the filming of King-Ohger in order to make it better and to help myself grow. I was able to experience many things this year, as there were quite a few jobs that came about as a result of King-Ohger, and it was the most thrilling year for me as a performer. Of course, there were many things I worried about, but I think it was also an extravagant year, filled with many happy and frustrating experiences.

"What kind of year do you want 2024 to be?"

Hirakawa: I think I'll be apart of King-Ohger until the first half of the year, when we perform at G-Rosso, but after that, I'll have to move forward on my own. I'd like to "polish" my inner self and become a more appealing person. As for my work, I'll do my best to continue to appear in productions without taking any breaks inbetween.

[marilynthornhilllover]

soft!dom Alci? Maybe reader is having a bad day and Alcina comforts her and makes her feel better?

Kitchen burns

Soft!dom Alcina dimitrescu x fem! Reader

Warning: fluff

Alcina went on a little outing for the day and when she came back you wanted to have a special dinner ready for her to enjoy. But no matter what you cooked it never turned out great. It either burned, didn't taste good or wasn't cooked properly. You tried to do her favorite food, steak but that didn't work either. You overcooked it and it was hard to bite. You had cooked over 7 different meals and every one of them turned out terrible. You placed the plates in the sink and sat on the ground.

You looked up at the clock and saw that it was almost time for alcina to be home and you didnt have dinner ready. You pulled your knees against your chest and rested your head on them crying. You felt like a failure. Like you couldn't do anything right. And on top of it all the kitchen smells horrible. All the burned food was misking in the air. You heard alcina opening and closing the front door and you began to sob more.

Alcina placed her keys into the bowl at the front door and began to take off her heels. She scrunched up her nose at the smell of smoke that was filling the air of the house. She quickly dropped her bag and started pacing around the house looking for you. She was worried, she wanted to know you were ok. She needed to know your ok.

" y/n, honey you ok?" She called out walking up the stairs before she hear a quiet sob. Her heart broke at the sound and quickly rushed over to the kitchen. She wanted to be with you and comfort you through what ever it is was bothering you. What ever it was that was hurting you.

She entered the kitchen but she didn't see you. She stood still and listened to your heartbeat and she sighed. She walked around the island in the kitchen and saw you there. Her heart broke more at the sight of you. If you hurt she has to feel the pain too. Your pain is her pain. She kneeled down infront of you and gently placed her hands on your knees, caressing them softly.

" draga, what's wrong my love" she asked, her voice soft and calming. She needed to know what your pain was, she needed to fix it. Seeing you like this broke her inside.

You slowly lifted your head sniffing as you met her gaze. She had a look of worry and sympathy in her eyes, her brows were furrowed in confusion and her lips were pursed. You let your head fall back against the wall as you broke down crying. Alcina could hear her heart shatter at the sound of your crys, how you fought every breath as you cried. She whinched at the sight of you. She pulled you into her arms hugging you tightly.

" tell me who hurt you draga mea and I swear I'll go find them now and make them pay" she whispered coldly, you pulled her closer as you rested your head into her neck. She looked down at you and saw the tears on your cheeks and more forming in your eyes. She saw you bitting your nails and she quickly pulled your hand from your mouth. You pouted as more tears fell, her movements abit harsh adding to your situation.

" Oh I'm sorry draga, don't cry.... please talk to me, draga mea, please my love your breaking my heart" she cooed lifting your chin for you to look at her.

" I tried to make you dinner, 9 different dishes and none of them turned out good, I feel like a failure, I'm sorry" you cried more tears falling as you clinged closer to her body.

Alcina sighed as she picked you up and placed you onto the counter, settling in between your thighs. She wiped away the dried tears from your cheeks and kissed your nose. She glanced over at the sink to see all the burned food and plates. She returned her attention to you.

" your not a failure my love, if anyone's a failure it's me ok. Your my one and only. I'm sorry about the food, I could see you really tried and I appreciate it ok? Don't blame yourself for things like that" she spoke softly smiling at you. You smiled at her smile. It was warm and comforting. She made you feel safe and loved.

" thank you alci, and your not a failure your my knight in shinning armor" you spoke smiling, alcina chuckled rolling her eyes.

" more like knight with shinning black claws" she grumbled, looking down. You pouted lifting her chin to meet your gaze.

" hey.... that works too" you whispered chuckling softly, she pursed her lips in a soft smile. She leaned in and kissed you slow and softly. Taking away all of your pain onto her soul and heart. She always made you feel better. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away. She cupped your face and looked at you deeply. You chuckled.

" what?" You asked licking your lips tasting her cherry lip gloss. She smirked before leaning in again.

This time the kiss was more passionate and sloppy. A fight of dominance from the both of you but obviously she won. You moaned into the kiss her fingers traced into between your thighs, carssessing the flesh. You both pulled away trying to catch your breaths.

" Come I'll teach you to make ćovérrigì" she spoke cleaning her lip gloss stains from your mouth and wiping off her smudged ones from her lips.

" what was that?" You asked not hearing what is it she said exactly because of her Romanian accent when pronouncing the name of the food. She turned around and smiled at you.

" it's a bread filled with pretzels and bacon cover in poppy seeds and chocolate syrup, it's something like kürtöskalács" she spoke chilly smirking at how you couldn't comprehend what she says in her Romanian accent, honestly she finds it adorable. She signaled you to come forward and she places you infront of her and hugs you around your mid section from behind as she takes the bread out of the bag. She smiles as she places her chin on top of your head, your shampoo calming her and filling her senses.

" Te iubesc atât de mult dragostea mea" she whispered kissing the back of your head.

" I have no idea what that means but ok" you said, she chuckled softly before turning you around to face her.

" it means I love you so much my love" she spoke softly.

" Well I love you more" you spoke hugging her. It's crazy how she can turn your bad days into good ones in an instant. You love her and she she loves you and will always love you.

[theweirdoinurhouse]

Comfort

Johnathon Ohnn x GN!reader

(I love long haired John with all my heart)

John had a long day. A long, hard day.

First, he woke up late due to his alarm failing. Then, he accidently spilled coffee on his lab coat. He over-heard some other scientists talking about him. And not in a good way. He accidently dropped all his files, and had to reorganize all of them. When he was getting ready to leave, his car wouldn't start for 10 minutes.

He came back home grumpy, tired, and wanting a nap. Just lay down on the couch and wallow in self pity. But that thought quickly went away as soon as he saw you on the couch. You haven't noticed him yet. You were too focased on the video you were watching on the TV.

He took the time to look at you. No matter how many times you'll reject it, he thinks you're absolutely amazing. You look stunning, you're so kind to him, you make the funniest jokes, everything about you makes him forget about his day. And you two haven't even talked to eachother yet.

You finally notice him when he steps closer to the couch, taking his coat and shoes off, putting his bag on the kitchen counter. He walks over to the couch and sits down beside you. He lean your head on his shoulder, and he can feel butterflies in his stomach.

"Hey hun, how was work?" You ask, pausing the video you were watching as you keep your head on John's shoulder. He let's out a deep sigh, leaning back against the couch. You follow suit, not wanting to loose the contact. He looks up at the ceiling. The nickname made him feel a little bit better. It always did.

"It was...fine, I guess." He said, having to think for a moment if he should be honest or not. You knew he was lying though. You always did. That's another reason why he loved you. He didn't have to specify anything about his day unless something good happened, and you would know how his day went with a few simple words and his tone.

He felt you wrap your arms around him, pulling him down. He ended up with his head in your lap. He could feel blood rush to his cheecks, ears, and even his neck. He turned to his side, facing the TV. He could feel you lightly tug his hair out of the bun he put it. He had to redo the bun multiple times during the day, due to frantically moving alot.

You thread your fingers through his hair, lightly stratching his scalp. It feels so nice. He let's out a sigh of satisfaction. He completely forgot about his day. All that matters is you right now.

With your free hand, you grab the remote and go over to Netflix. You end up finding a show the both of you have been watching. John relaxes in your lep, sinking down abit. He heard you let out a quiet laugh. He loves your laugh.

The two of you stay like that for awhile. John laying in your lap while you play with his hair. He enjoyed moments like these with you. When you both can relax and enjoy eachother's company. He loves you so much, he doesn't care what the two of you do. As long as you're there with him. And now is perfect.

And he wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

(Sorry that this was shorter than my last one-shot. Just wanted to write something fluffy.)

[faghubby]

SAY IT OUTLOUD

"Well out with it" Shelly teased. There had been alot of drinking this afternoon and the girls where all a bit silly. I don't know how this conversation had started but now they where pestering Cindy.

"Yes, Cindy when was the last time you gave Paul a blowjob?" Diane laughed. Keri had just gotten married a few months ago. And had confessed that she loved sucking dick. Only to have Diane comment that Nick her husband of 6 years was lucky if she gave him one 1⃣ his birthday. So now Cindy being married to me for 3 years was asked.

"Once? No maybe twice" Cindy smiled at me.

"What a year?" Keri smiled in disbelief.

"No, ever right honey" she reached out and grabbed my hand. I just nodded silently felling abit embarrassed.

"Paulie doesn't like it" Cindy giggled.

"No way" Nick and Mark both said in chorus.

"Tell them Paulie" Cindy said.

"I don't like them" I said shyly.

"That's not true now is it, the truth is Paulie doesn't like to cum at all" Cindy told them. All four of them stared at Cindy even more confused.

"Paulie begged me a few months before we got married to Cuckold him." Cindy said with glee.

"What does that mean?" Keri asked. I stared at Cindy horrified. Wishing she would just tell them she was kidding.

"Simple see Paulie likes it when I have a boyfriend and cheat on him. Well not really cheating I tell him all about it every last detail as he begs me to let him cum." Cindy told them. Lots of laughter and calls of bullshit.

"Paulie when was the last time I let you cum" Cindy asked. I lowered my head and mumbled

"12 days" no one seemed impressed

"When was the last time I let you inside me?" Cindy asked. I pleaded with her with my eyes.

"Three years 7 months 3 days" I said barely above a whisper.

"So you have an open relationship then?" Nick said kinds intrigued.

"No Paulie has to stay loyal I would never allow him to be with anyone else. But he loves when I am with other men. Don't you baby?" Cindy said her hand grabbing my ass. That pretty much bought an end to our evening. As everyone seemed uncomfortable.

Only after we where in the car on the way home. Did I bring up her outing me.

"Cindy, i thought we where not going to tell people" I started.

"Stop pretending that it didn't turn you on. I bet you panties are soaking wet. Besides I didn't tell them how you lick me clean afterwards."Cindy giggled. She was right.

As we pulled in the driveway.

"I am going to fuck you, so get your sexy little ass inside and get ready." Cindy told me. I rushed inside. Cindy took her time making sure the house was locked up and alarm on. I was on the bed wearing just my little pink panties. I had pulled out her strapon and lube and left it on the bathroom sink for her.

Janet giggled I knew it was over how much our roles where reversed. Janet was more the "man" in the relationship then I was and always had been. She had of course allowed me to act the manly role in public but after tonight I felt that may change as well. Janet went into the bathroom. When she came out I didn't even look up just spread my legs with my ass up high.

"You have become such a proper cuckold, more then that" Cindy was saying as she got on the bed behind me. She pulled down my panties and applied lube to my ass.

"You are a more a sissy, prehaps you would like to start acting more like a proper sissy" Cindy didn't wait for my answer she pushed her strapon into my ass. She didn't go slow just pushed all 10 inches of her toy cock into my ass. It hurt since she went so fast.

"Ahhhh" I moaned.

"I know you like it" Cindy told me as she worked her cock in and out. I was soon moaning.

"You moan and whimper like a woman" Cindy laughed. "I like you to start acting more like a woman. Would you like that?" Cindy was saying all while she made love to my ass. With long slow stokes. She leaned in and hugged me I felt her breast against my back. She kissed my shoulder.

"Reguardless I am going to Cuckold you in the open from now on" Cindy continued "No more secret lovers" shs pulled her cock out of me. And rolled me over onto my back. She reinsert her cock into me. She pushed her fingers into my mouth.

"I like to see you suck a cock" Cindy said. My dick was trobbing against me. Cindy ignored it as she usually did. At 4 inches long and as thick as a roll of quarters she saw no need for it at all. Sometimes she would tease it but nothing more. Cindy fucked me for over an hour. By the time she stopped I could feel my asshole wide open. She took off her cock and cuddled with me. She took the big spoon position. She ran her finger gentle over my ear lobes and giggled to herself. I drifted off to sleep. I woke to Janet positioning me. As she rubbed the tip of her cock against my hole. I moaned as she pushed her toy in.

"I know baby you need it" Cindy Laughed, "when i am done you will go shave make sure you are as smooth as a babys ass. Then with out a word you will wear what I lay out for you to" Cindy told me. CIMDY fucked me with long slow strokes.

"You love this don't you Paulie, you love big cock" Cindy teased. After about ten minutes she removed her cock. "Go now" Cindy laughed. I showered and made sure all my body hair was removed. I had heard Cimdy come in the bathroom and leave. I got out and found lotion waiting for me. I rubbed it from head to toe. I then found she had left me panties. A pair of pink cheeky pair. She had also left me woman's deodorant. Cindy was waiting in the bedroom.

"Sit down" as I did Cimdy rolled pantyhose up my legs. "You like these don't you?" Cindy teased. She wasn't done. She had me wear low ride jeans. She gave me a simple tee shirt the bright pastel pink color I wouldn't of chosen. She then surprised me with a pair of pink sandels. She wasn't done. Sitting me at her vanity She added a delicate necklace. One of her simple delicate watch. And a bracelet on the other hand. Then not one but several rings. A spritz of perfume. And my hair styled a bit different. This was way further then we had played before. But I was so excited I didn't care. Cindy was dressed much as she usually was bit I had to admit I looked more femine then she did.

"Here" Cindy handed me a purse. I thought was hers. Only when she informed me that we where leaving did I try and protest.

"No reason to hide now sweety by now our friends have told everyone about you" Cimdy told me. Leading me to the car.

"Cimdy please I don't want anyone to see" I pleaded one last time. She just pulled out of the garage. She drove to the department store. She led me inside. We didn't buy anything she just liked watching how embarrassed I was as people checked me out.

"Are you enjoying all this new attention" Cindy teased. I blushed. "Look in your bag" Cindy laughed a little. I had forgotten the bag hanging off my shoulder. I looked inside to see a small tube of lube and a butt plug. I looked at Cindy.

"Tell me to stuff your ass" she told me.

"Please fuck my ass" I begged.

"That's what you really want isn't it, a big cock in your ass" Cindy asked. I was beet red. I knew my brain was mush, I had let those go to far, said to much. Cindy grabbed my hand and led me out to the car. But she pushed me over the hood and pulled down my pants and panties. It was the middle of the day anyone could see. She grabbed the plug from my purse and little squirt of lube. My well worked ass swallowed it. She then just allowed me to pull up my pants. She drove to an appartment I didn't know.

"Stay here" she told me and ran to the door. A large black man opened the door she jumped into his arms and he carried her inside. I sat in the car for over an hour before she reappeared. Her hair in a simple ponytail and her face free of makeup. She got in the car and drove. To my sister's house.

"I can't go in looking like this" I said panicked. She opened her purse and applied bright red lipstick to my lips and took my hand and led me inside.

"Helen, Paulie needs to confess somethings" Cindy told her with a hug while Helen just stared at me. Cindy did all the talking though.

She told Helen everything, even that I used to sneak in her room as a boy and wear her clothes. Helen was shocked. At both of us.

Cindy for being a slut and allowing this, and me for well everything.

But suddenly Cindy just grabbed Helen and kissed her. Helen was shocked but seemed to relax and let Cindy kissing her back.

"Stay" Cindy commanded me and took my sister to her bedroom.

What the hell was going on, my straight sister. Wife, mother of three was now in bed with my wife. I could hear them. The grunts and moans of sex. Only Cindy emerged some time later. She took my hand and led me out the front door.

"I can have anyone I want whenever I want." Cindy told me. After that I stopped fighting Cindy on everything. No matter what she told me to do I did with "as you wish"

I soon met with a doctor and started taking female hormones and testosterone blockers. With plans to be castrated all together.

I maintained the house, cooked and cleaned. And served her in every way. Except sexually. She found herself another to do that. He moved in and I served him as well. Although he was just her boy toy. Cindy also destroyed my sister marriage. Helen now craving Cindy often spent a night in her bed. While I had to beg just for Cindy to fuck my ass once a month if I was lucky.

[samsm2mstories]

My coming out story.

I thought I should share you my story about coming out which was actually recently.

For many years I had a lot of suppressive issues that were out of my hands, society, cultures and other reasons which meant for me it wasn't the right time. Luckily for some countries it's easily being who you are compared to 10-20 years ago. The world sucks still as there are homophobic idiots everywhere, some are just sore losers who got not respect in society while others just don't know any better as their upbringing wasn't teaching them to respect others.

Luckily enough I live in the UK and we as a country have got better even although the early / mid 1900s generation are still hard at adapting to the modern world. It's not their fault as their times were different. Religion, society didn't know much better but that's history as we are the ones that living in this world and will be the ones moving forward. Some people will never understand it and respect it.

I'm lucky to come out around great people, I am a very well respected in person and in general a natural born leader so you could say I was like a captain that was popular which made my coming out harder.

Some of you might be thinking now does it become easier to come out as your identity?

I believe it's can depends on a number of reasons. You got to truly believe that you are who you are.

Don't question it.

If you question yourself, don't come out as that's a sign you are not ready. Talk to your friends, talk to strangers who are gay online (be safe not to disclose personal information)

I will admit I sat in my chair for a few good hours debating how to come out. I decided to go for it and do it in one big statement. That's a strong trait of mine as you all can tell on here.

I needed to write my story in a way that it wouldn't offend people, I did mention about the industry that was homophobic, some of my family and school.

It was that second most nervous point in coming out, just posting/saying it. I thought about listening to a few songs that were a big part of my life, thinking about those moments where sometimes I should of come out earlier to enjoy those moments.

You know what, I don't regret it at all, yes I missed out on some years but I had a brilliant life, travelling the world, experiencing new cultures, and making amazing friends on the way.

It did take a toll on my mental health at times but being the strong person I am, I dealt with it quickly enough.

So that night I sat there and my song came along.

Starship: Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now (read the lyrics while listening to this song)

You know this was a song of mine but the words in it made me realised I want to go out there and enjoy myself.

I finally did it.....

Those nerves, stomach turning inside out, emotions running wild. It all hit me like a ton of bricks.

What will people think?

What will people say?

Will I lose some friends??

Everything was rushing in and out of my mind, I just went to bed, signed out of social media. I recommend you doing this for a day or two as you want to feel the response in one go.

People started to message me, those who had my mobile number. It became a bit easier, I wasn't in the mood for talking much so I text back in small sentences.

I went to work that day and luckily enough nobody there is on my social media pages. I managed to complete 8/10 hours of my shift.

I went home and cried for abit, emotions still hitting me like bullets. You will have moments thinking was this right but deep down you know you are right.

I decided to look at my social media pages.

The final verdict?

I'm finally a free man.

For those who are younger, there shouldn't be anyone under the age of 18 reading my stories as they are explicted but if you are reading this.

For you coming out would be different, I would recommend you do it now when the moment is right but take into consideration your family. Make sure you won't be disowned or kicked out of the house. Have a read-up online about it all and PLEASE RESEARCH EVERYTHING.

We all have different circumstances and you must be completely assured that coming out will be good when the moment is right..

Yes some might not agree with it.

Yes some might hate you now.

Yes some might be shocked and haven't replied.

Who cares????

This is your life so go out there and enjoy it, be safe while at it. Please use protection during sex with strangers.

Remember if you ever feel I doubt or want to talk, there's helplines, friends in the community, even send me a text if you want to talk more.

Don't be afraid to talk.

I hope you all enjoyed this irl story and it would be amazing if some of you reply to this about your coming out stories. It would make a brilliant discussion.

For those who are unsure on their sexuality, speak to me or other members of the community. Talking helps to make a decision. You will feel much better.

Sam your favourite Alpha writer 😎

[undonerhapsodize]

thinking ab ichigo rn and how he’s be such a tsundere simp for you it’s ridiculous

like, every damn time you need to get something for whatever reason, he gets it. everytime, without fail, he jumps from what he was doing to fetch it. except, his good deeds don’t go unpunished. or rather, without a short little quip from him

“do you not have legs or something??” is what he says as he basically launches himself to the kitchen to grab the drink you requested. he denies his eagerness everytime

it also pokes through at unexpected times. even he doesn’t have a chance to properly think about what he’s doing or saying before he’s taken action, abit with red-tipped ears

“would you relax?” the ichigo almost hisses aloud. “it’s not a big deal”

the ‘deal’ of course, was the fact that the train you two were on had been overcrowded, forcing the both of you into close proximity. the car was packed with people from rush hour, and you were stuck.

yet, as the strawberry is sweet, ichigo says with a slightly lowered tone, “hey, switch with me”

he doesnt wait for a reply before taking you in his arms and shuffling so you were now against the wall, back leaning against it. you were away from the crowd, if only just a little bit. ichigo was now in front, his own height doing wonders working as a barrier behind the chaos of the train car, and the happy little bubble he had inadvertently created.

“haha” you laugh nervously, “thank you. i don’t like crowds.”

ichigo only looks away from you, raising his hand up to brace itself against the railing of train as it kicked up again. he was sporting a lovely shade of pink along his cheekbones, lips turned in a pout “you’re welcome”

though, there are some times he wasn’t so flustered. where every ounce of shyness he had suddenly was no more

“what the hell are you on about?” he says, tone low

the other student shrugs, not realizing the bear he had poked. “i mean… if we want a good grade on this assignment, we shouldn’t invite Y/N”

the reaper sneered, “now what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

the student sweats, finally seeing the tic in his jaw as ichigo’s gaze narrowed “i’m just saying!!” they say rushed, “i heard they flunked the last one!!”

ichigo stares down his classmate before making a decision. quickly and without warning he stands, pushing his chair backwards with force. it loudly scrapes against the ground.

ichigo flips his bag over his shoulder, and begins to walk out of the classroom without another word, you in tow, your hand grasped in his

“don’t listen to them. they have no idea what they’re talking about.” he says it earnestly but with plenty of lingering hostility from the encounter

“no i get it.” you say, a little downcast, but laugh nonetheless. “i did get an F on that report.”

he stops suddenly, causing you to almost walk into the man. “shuddup” he sort of grows, clearly upset. “ who cares what happened a 2 weeks ago.”

“they do, apparently”

the elevator door dings as the metal doors shut tight. ichigo moves in front of you, taking a scarred hand to rest gently on the side of your face. he pulls you in with not effort at all, no hesitation to be seen. he kisses you, sweetly and true, before he pulls away to rest his forehead onto yours. “they’re dumb. obviously.” there’s a wrinkle in his brow as he says it.

“obviously.” you finally agree, lifting your head to gaze at your lover. he smiles, if even a little bit. you can see his eyes soft at your admission

the close proximity made nothing awkward, made nothing intoxicating. it was pure and simple. even as you stared at him now, there was no trace of embarrassment to be seen. no trace of the reddish features you know characterized such a feeling. even as he looked at you with such a defiant light that even the sun itself hesitated in showing its face.

you would think he’d been embarrassed to look such a way

[cyborg-franky]

Hi Franky! If the inspiration strikes with this one... do you have headcanons for the WBPs with a s/o that gets super hardcore flirty when drunk without even realizing it? =) Especially Ace and Marco <3 :D I hope you have a great evening!! Thanks a lot! <3

Yesssss gooood. I might have missed the mark and went abit overboard with this, oops.

Ace

You are having a drink, you and some of the other Whitebeards, including Ace.

It’s clear you are sloshed and babbling a little and Ace puts his arm around you to keep you sitting still and you just place your hands on his chest, and bat your eyelashes at him. He feels you stroking over his chest, a sly grin on your face as you lean up and whisper something in his ear.

He spits out whatever he’s drinking and coughs, splutters and his freckled cheeks turn pink. His eyes wide as he stares at your smirking face.

“What?” He repeats and chuckles nervously and you whisper it again for him. He can feel the heat rising in his face towards his ears and washing over him as he has this dopey smile.

You are an aggressive flirt when you are drunk and you can’t help but enjoy how flushed and bashful you can make Ace.

He’s not used to the flirting but he likes it, likes it a lot and he enjoys feeling you close to him like this… feeling your lips on his neck he pulls you against him until one of the others tell you both to get a room which you're both more than happy to.

Marco

He can see when you’ve had a lot to drink, he’s used to you being a lightweight and he just smirks at you when you straddle his lap, cupping his cheeks with your clammy hands, a little too drunk to sit on him without the aid of his arms around you.

“So I think I know the real reason you eat so much pineapple.” You start and think you sound smooth, and sexy when really you are slurring but Marco chuckles, amused more than anything as you try and flirt with him.

You lean in against his ear and whisper the filthy thing in his ear, his eyebrows quirk but otherwise, his expression is the same lazy smile and half-lidded eyes as you pull back with a grin splashed across your face and a look of victory.

“Is that so?” He asked, hands running over your back and seeing how you react to the simple touches, you nod to his question and that’s when he lifts you up.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he kissed your neck and rushes you off to your shared room.

THATCH AND IZOU UNDERCUT

Thatch

Oh, he’s delighted when you flirt with him, as you get clingy with him, telling him how handsome he is, how big he is [his hair, pervert], and just basks in the attention.

He loves when your get tipsy and flirt with him, he does it back in equal measures. Some of the things you both come out with make everyone around you leave the area until you are alone with him.

“Have you been reading my romance books again?” He asks after you make a filthy comment, a grin on his face as he gets up and lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder as you giggle, his hand on your ass, patting it as he rushes you both to your room.

You spouting all sorts of cheesy but very flirty comments that just make him pick up his speed.

Izou

He gives you a look.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head and your leaning on him batting your eyelashes and trying to look innocent like you hadn’t whispered something so dirty into his ear.

Izou was used to you being an uncontrollable tease and a flirt after a few drinks and he was always somewhat prepared for this to happen but he still gave you a tough time about it.

“Is that so?” He asks, taking a sip of his own drink and giving you a scrutinizing look you just nod your head and start to twirl a loose strand of his hair around your finger.

“Then prove it.” He calls your bluff and you stare at him, blushing across your cheek now as he leans in and repeats the dirty flirt you’d said in his ear.

Causing to go bright red and fall over yourself.