#sorry i didn't put them either oops

[fraudulent-cheese]

guys help i accidentally made Gwent interesting to myself

I think they're mid as FUCK in Island and obviously the way their break-up was handled in Action was. You know. Awful, and i wished Trent just had a fucking conversation with her instead of the whole 9 thing, but...

I love the idea of them as friendly exes, these two teens that did have feelings for eachother while they were both figuring themselves out and how their breakup was a result of a lack of communication (ideally on both parties) and teenage mistakes and that came from the stresses of Reality TV and retroactively not knowing what their feelings for the other were or the source exactly of their issues, and being able to confide or at least seek advice from someone who they once considered their romantic partner is just. Sweet, i guess.

Like especially post Action, Trent and Gwen are both in pretty unique positions with Trent being the lead guitarist in a popular Boy Band and Gwen being a content creator on a late 2000s early 2010s internet having Internet slap-fights with Heather, and both of them being considered big celebrities due to their roles on this super popular reality show in canon. I doubt they would have many people that they could trust in that way, while relating to their own struggles.

TLDR i like the idea of a friendship between two teens who are going through it™ but find solace in eachother and learning to communicate properly in their relationships, platonic or romantic.

[bbokicidal]

"What Happens When..." | [SKZ] OT8 | [FELIX]

You and Felix have a mutual agreement that having others in the bedroom is fun - but tonight you'd invited all seven of them to join.

Genre: Smut [18+ MDNI] Pairing: Felix x Fem!Reader Warnings: cosplay/roleplay, dom!felix, dom!skz, reader gets used like a toy/objectification, lots of jerking off lol, BJ mention, so much cum, there's no mention of who the reader is cosplaying so it's up to your interpretation !! Also little to no dialogue in this one oops

Notes: This IS a short fic and isn't anything really long. There's no plot - it's purely smut for your viewing pleasure and my mental peace, lol. <- And thank you to everyone who waited so patiently for this while I went through my writers block rut, hahaha.

Word Count: 1.2K

Divider by @enchanthings

Felix had told you he was having the boys over before all of this had happened. He'd come to you, said they were having dinner in your apartment, and then maybe having a few drinks while playing a really aggressive game of Uno. But they didn't even get quite that far.

With your boyfriend eager to show off your newly purchased and perfectly decorated (in his opinion) shared apartment, Felix had given the group a tour of the place. Which meant they'd all slowly piled into the room with widened eyes at the sight of you dolled up; Makeup done, wig on, costume snug to your form and ring light propped up with your phone. You'd smiled, shy. "Sorry! Just taking some videos. Am I being too loud...?"

Felix, not having thought too much of your cosplay, just giggled and expressed how much he adored you and how wonderful you looked. But the others shared a few glances behind the blonde, Jisung's hands rubbing over his thighs and Hyunjin's hands already eagerly unzipping his fly.

.

"I never thought this day would come. It's just like she jumped out of the game and into real life." Though maybe Jisung was saying that just because he was behind you and couldn't see your face all that much. He was enjoying himself regardless, tugging on his cock with a tight fist just like every other man standing around you. A pretty pink with a swollen tip and pre leaking down his shaft to slacken every stroke, Jisung's cock looked all the more appetizing any glimpse you caught of it. If you could you would've put it in your mouth immediately, but you were a bit busy as it was.

Chris and Minho had taken to standing on either side of you; Minho's cock heavy, weighing down even when you held it so carefully in your hand. Thick, warm, pulsing each time your thumb slid over his tip to tease at his slit and make him shiver. He'd grow impatient in little to no time, though it had been a good fifteen minutes that he'd let you stop and go with your hand around his cock - so he'd taken your hand into his, thick fingers wrapping over your own to guide you. And he's not gentle with the way he moves your hand along under his own, jerking himself off but to the softness of your own palm.

But to the other side of you, Chris was more willing, more sweet. He'd watched every movement you made for him, your opposite hand fumbling with Minho - and then his own length as you gently grabbed for it. Your fingers ghosted over his thigh before he nudged your wrist with his thumb, a gentle push to your destination. Your fingers wrapped around him so nicely and honestly? The gentle and soft squeeze you gave to the base of his cock every few seconds was enough for him to be happy; Unlike Minho, he was content with the subtle touches - and though you didn't know it, he almost saw it as a form of edging. Which he enjoyed more than he would care to voice aloud in front of everyone else.

Beneath you sat one of your closest friends from the group - The youngest. Of course they'd let him get the best seat in the house, let him indulge in the warmth and sweetness of your dripping walls. Jeongin's legs carefully crossed so he sat with them like a pretzel, letting you kneel atop his lap with your knees on either side of his thighs, pressing hard into the carpet below. He'd been careful, patient, cautious as you settled in his lap - then on his cock; With long fingers reaching down to spread you open for him, so careful of your costume and wanting to keep it clean just in case this ever happened again. You know, future use. He was watching with curious, dark eyes as his length disappeared into you inch by inch. His breath shuddered each time you let your hips roll down into his own before pulling back off, almost letting him slip out of your slick walls. And he whimpered each and every time.

Changbin sat back against the wall, lounging in a chair that you'd had in the corner of your room - just for events like this. You'd discussed it with Felix before, the two of you mutually agreeing that you enjoyed having someone else in the bedroom every so often. Changbin; He visited weekly by this point - that was basically his chair now. Sitting back, thighs spread, cock twitching in his sweats like it always did when he watched you. His chest raised heavy with each breath; slow, steady, calculated. He liked it this way - Not touching himself, not indulging. Just watching and letting his body react to the sight in front of him. And if you could see him he was sure you'd be foaming at the mouth, spit dripping from your lips in anticipation in want to get a hold of him. You'd done it before.

Hyunjin - Well. He'd already lost it. Sitting back against the edge of your bed, pants down around his ankles and body trembling with release, his hand was covered in not one but two loads of cum that'd leaked from his tip. He'd been the first to indulge in his guilty pleasures, lost in the sight of you bouncing on the youngest's cock while still managing to pleasure others around you. You let them use you like this - all dressed up and pretty for them, one of their favorite characters. He was spent by the time you even touched Jeongin or the others, one hand muffling his moans pressed over his mouth while the other continued to shakily tug and rub at his cock - always leaking for you.

The other two..

Felix had allowed his roommate the sweetest of luxuries; Your mouth. While he sat back and just enjoyed the scene, actually kneeling close to your side to keep one hand on the back of your neck and guide you - he tried to keep out of the way of Jeongin. Your boyfriend kept himself leaned in close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your mouth wrapped around his roommate's cock; How well you were doing, how you were perfect for Seungmin and how he'd never get over being sucked off by his favorite girl. "You should look up at him," He'll whisper. "He's told me before he loves it when his partners look him in the eye."

And sure enough when you glance up, Seungmin's already staring down at you; Eyes lidded, dark, heavy with lust and pooling with admiration. Despite the nonchalant and almost glaring look on his features, a soft hue of pink dusts his cheeks - proving he really was enjoying getting head from his favorite girl in the world. He let his hand come to your shoulder - then to your head, gently pushing down as his hips rocked forward. And as your throat filled with his cock, cum leaking for you to swallow down, you seemed to come to the realization that this was something you really enjoyed; Dressing up for them, letting them all in on the fun.

Maybe you'd have to do it again.

Tag List : @dwaekkicidal @jabmastersurpriseee @possum-playground @thatonedarkskinnedsiren @oc3anfloor @theyadorevalerie @inlovewithstraykids @seungminsbest @edit-me-prettyplease @butterflydemons @satosugu4l @jeonginsleftcheek

[pastel-peach-writes]

Caitvi x reader who just goes along with things and doesn't state their opinion or how they feel,but they do get quiet or tense when they're uncomfortable or pick their nails. But if your alright with angst maybe they get overwhelmed or hurt or both,but still refuse,so they force it out of them,and they're hurt like "why didn't you tell us?.." or something,it's comfort.if it's a little to dark I'll ask something else😭 sorry if it is

Hi! It's not too dark at all. To let it be known, I'm fine with writing angst! If you're curious about how much is too much, you can simply message me! I hope y'all enjoy the fic.

"You Can Tell Us." | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: In the household where you grew up, expressing your opinion wasn't tolerated. Hell, expressing your emotions wasn't tolerated either. To keep the peace, you learned to not say anything in stressful situations, even if that means sacrificing your well-being.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Yelling, Co-Workers Being Assholes, Name Calling, Hurt/Comfort(?), Pet Names, Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

A/N: I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR. THIS KINDA GOT AWAY FROM ME LMAO

Your whole life you were the person who kept the peace. You were someone who bit their tongue to avoid getting yelled at or offered solutions to problems that had nothing to do with you. If there was a solution to a problem or a way to avoid conflict, you were the person who chose those options.

So, why did this have to happen to you?

At your place of work, you were minding your business. You finished some paperwork earlier than planned and decided to take an early break. Then, four of your team members rushed into the break room.

"Do you think you can sit here and have us do all the work?" "You have some nerve making us look like the bad guys." "You're a lazy piece of shit. I don't know how you even made it this far."

The words pierced your skin and heart like darts to a board. You didn't dare to say anything back. Stunned in the moment, you took a sip of your water. Your eyes focused on the plain wall behind your teammates.

"And look, now they're spacing out like we're not even here," a co-worker buzzed. He scoffed. He leaned down in front of you and waved his hand in your face. "Hello? Anyone home?"

When he didn't get a response, he knocked on your skull.

You gave them nothing. Tears stung in your eyes.

"Wow, shocker! No one's home," he laughed. The rest of the team followed. Fulfilled, the man hummed. "Guess that's what happens when you hire an airhead who's probably having relations with the boss." the man put his hand on the table, cornering you in.

Your eyes remained on the wall. You weren't having an affair with the boss, but you didn't feel the need to say anything.

He shifted himself into your eyesight. A sinister smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. He took the tip of his finger and tipped the bottom of your cup. The cup fell over, the clear liquid soaking through your shirt and lap.

The laughter roared.

"Oops!" he feigned a gasp. He pulled away from you, his hand on his chest. "Guess you should've been more careful. It's okay," the man gave a fake smile, "holding cups is hard."

A cackle ripped through him as he leaned his head back. He shoved his hands in his pockets then turned around and left. The others flocked after him like ducklings to a parent.

Hot tears ran down your cheeks when they were out of sight. You forced yourself out of your chair and dragged your feet towards the paper towels.

Sobs scratched your throat at your pathetic attempt to dry your shirt. You were drenched through and it was cold out. Only six more hours left.

-

Home and on the couch, you stared at the wall to calm yourself down. With your nervous system still on the rocks, chews on your lips and nails, and an unfocused gaze, the attempt was a failure.

"Vi, that was completely inappropriate and not needed!" Caitlyn scolded as the two of them walked into the house. In the right mindset, you would greet them and ask how their day was, but because of today's earlier events, you didn't hear them come in.

"Oh, come on, Cupcake," Vi spoke. A chuckle followed her sentence. "All I did was curse him out a little and threaten him." the pinkette threw off her boots. Caitlyn carefully slipped her feet out of her own. "Don't act like you didn't like it," her tone was sing-songy.

The bluenette's cheeks were dusted pink. She put her hands on her hips, watching Vi's smirk grow as they kept eye contact. "I-It... It was fine, but it wasn't needed."

"Come on!" Vi threw her hands up. She hopped and spun on the balls of her feet as she entered the living room. "Muffin," Vi gave you a playful pout. She sat beside you on the couch, her arm resting on your shoulder. She gave you her signature puppy eyes. "Am I the bad guy for telling one of Caitlyn's employees to get their shit together or else their job is on the line?"

"That is not what you said," Caitlyn rebutted. She found her place on your other side.

Vi hummed, shrugging. "So, maybe I paraphrased a lil'. What's the harm?"

"The harm is you're trying to sweeten up your side of the story to be more appealing," Caitlyn narrowed her eyes toward Vi. Vi only grinned in response.

Vi put her gaze back on you. "Is it workin', Muffin?"

You're far gone. You haven't moved and the chewing on your nails got worse. You haven't blinked in so long, your eyes were producing tears to regain moisture.

"Muffin?" Vi leaned closer to your face. The tears now slid down your cheeks and your chest heaved up and down. Vi glanced to Caitlyn who was already scanning you to see if there was something physically wrong.

When she couldn't find anything, Caitlyn shook her head to reassure Vi of your physical safety.

Nothing was wrong physically which meant something emotionally or mentally was bothering you. Vi frowned. She placed a hand on your shoulder. "Muffin. Hey." Her voice was clear and firm. She was sure her voice had no hint of sadness to not push you over the edge. However, if you looked into her eyes, you would find them glassy with dilated pupils.

Caitlyn's eyes were similar. Her blue irises darkened in concern, fear, and anxiety; all the words she could use to describe how disheveled she was feeling.

Not seeing you move, Vi shook your shoulder. "Muffin. Snap out of it. What's going on?"

Caitlyn brought a hand to your thigh. She gave your thigh a gentle squeeze.

With another squeeze to your thigh from Caitlyn and a squeeze on your shoulder from Vi, you finally blinked. The moisture in your eyes made a reappearance. You looked between the two of them, pulling your nail out of your mouth. "Huh?"

"You've been staring at the wall. Cait and I came home a while ago and you haven't said a word," Vi whispered. Her grip on your shoulder turned into comforting rubs.

"Oh, I'm fine," you force a smile. Caitlyn deadpanned. She pulled her gaze to Vi who wore the same unphased face.

"You're not fine. It's okay to not be fine, dear," Caitlyn stroked your thigh. Her eyes were filled with sadness, the same with Vi's grey eyes.

"I promise, I'm fine."

"Bullshit!" scoffed Vi.

"Violet."

"No, they're not fine. That's obvious!" Vi removed her hand from your shoulder. Instead, she got up from the couch to resume her sentence. "I should've known you weren't okay. You didn't do that cute greeting of yours when your face lights up and you squeeze us like you haven't seen us in years."

You shifted in your seat, a frog in your throat. Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time, these tears are from sadness. You scratched your palm with your nails.

Caitlyn sighed. "I, too, should've noticed the change in your behavior. I guess we were too wrapped up in our own drama to notice," Caitlyn took a glimpse of Vi's expression.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, the skin between them creased. She'd squeeze her hands into fists and then let go repeatedly as a fidget.

Caitlyn took Vi's anger as a sign she should resume speaking. "We're not trying to force you into telling us, but if you're not okay, you can. We're here to comfort you, be your rock when you can't be your own." Caitlyn shuffled to squat in front of you. She doesn't force you to look at her, but you can see her worried eyes in your peripheral vision.

"Being with the two of you taught me it's okay to depend on others," Caitlyn admitted. "I want to be the person who can have anything under control and can come off as collected, but keeping all my frustrations inside or innermost thoughts can be challenging."

Vi calmed herself down enough to sit on the floor. She rested her head on your knee and put a hand on Caitlyn's leg.

Gaining comfortability, you slid down the couch. You sat between them with your back resting on the couch's edge. Vi's head repositioned itself to your shoulder and Caitlyn's moved to your other knee.

With her sitting adjustment, Caitlyn continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to be the strong one. I don't want you to feel like you can't be vulnerable with us or even disagree with us."

"Yeah, Muffin," Vi's voice broke as she spoke. "Disagree or angry, we're going to love you the same. Confrontation comes with life." Vi dragged her hand down her face. "It's shit sometimes, but you gotta work your way through it, yanno?"

A heavy sigh escaped your body. You threw your head back onto the cushions and covered your face. You sobbed behind your hands. Your heart sank; your chest tightened. That frog in your throat grew into a toad. You babbled about this morning's events and how helpless you felt.

Anyone who wasn't familiar with you wouldn't be able to decipher what you muttered behind your hands. Luckily for you, your girlfriends know you inside and out. Even if it takes them a bit to notice when something's off.

The two of them pulled you in a tight embrace. They didn't speak or make efforts to shush you as you spilled your guts to them. Vi made a conscious decision not to let her anger get the best of her.

Although, those guys had no clue what was in store for them tomorrow morning.

Caitlyn also thought about making a visit to the office, but to complain to HR about the events. Not to find the culprits and make them pay. She was sure Vi had that handled. (Caitlyn would also have to handle her later.)

When your sobs calmed and your breathing evened, Vi spoke first. "They're a couple of dicks."

Caitlyn didn't feel the need to scold her.

"They should know how to treat a human being. Guess you can't do that when you're a shitty human, huh?" Vi chuckled to lighten the mood, but there was no joy behind her laugh. Only pure rage. "I'll fuck them up for you, don't worry." Vi placed a tender kiss on the side of your head. "I'll run you a bath, mkay? You should wash the day off of you."

"What about you and Cait's argument or whatever?" You peeled your head off the cushion to look at them. Everything was blurry behind your tears, but you could make out their frames and silhouettes. "Don't you need help?"

"Taking care of you is much more important than some silly fight," Caitlyn whispered. She smoothed the area on top of your head. Her delicate fingers brushed against your ear lobe as she brought them down. Her polished fingernails carefully traced the outside of your lobe. "Vi and I are big girls. I'm sure we can figure it out."

Vi grinned. "Hey, what fight?" she winked at the both of you.

A sad chuckle left your body. For a moment, relief washed over you. Once your chuckle finished though, the heaviness came back.

"Hey," Caitlyn's hand ran down your cheek. She wiped your tears with her thumb, Vi copied. "How about we get food from your favorite restaurant? I can go pick it up while Vi prepares your bath."

"I think that's a great idea," Vi used the back of her hand to soothe the skin on your cheek. "What do you think? Does that sound good, Muffin?"

You gave them a meek shrug.

"That looks like a maybe." Caitlyn giggled. "What if I add in dessert? would it be a yes then?"

"Oh, Muffin, say yes! Say yes! She's offering dessert!" Vi grabbed onto your arm. She shook you like a kid begging their parent for ice cream.

A genuine laugh came from your throat. Finally, all the pain is released from you. You don't know what made it leave. Maybe the sound of dessert or Vi's childlike begging. Or maybe it was the fact that Caitlyn and Vi cared for you enough to sit down and work through whatever problem you were facing.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Truly safe. You felt as if you could freely speak your mind without the underlying fear of rejection. You could say what you want.

"Okay," you gave the both of them a slight smile. "I think that sounds nice."

"Oh, yes! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Vi wrapped her arms around your body and pulled you on top of her. She gave you a bone-crushing squeeze.

"Vi!" you laughed.

Caitlyn laughed as well. She stood up and went to put her shoes and coat on. "Don't hurt them, Vi."

"Could never, Cupcake," Vi said from under you. "Now, hurry on and fetch us our dinner, woman! Mama's hungry."

Caitlyn scoffed, smiling. "Mama? Woman? Who are you talking to right now?"

"Oop," you muttered, grinning at Vi. "You're in trouble," you taunted in a whisper.

Vi playfully narrowed her eyes at you. She glanced at Caitlyn with an innocent and playful grin. "The tallest, cutest Cupcake in the world?"

"Right," Caitlyn dragged out the word. She opened the door. "I'll be back soon. You two stay out of trouble." and with another laugh, Caitlyn left the house.

Vi hummed. "I think she secretly liked being called 'Mama'."

You perked a brow. "Sure, she did, babe... Can we go draw my bath now?"

"Can I join you?"

WC: 2,285

[aezuria]

hiii i love ur writing sm!! i was wondering if u would do leo valdez x reader headcanons? ty!!!

*ੈ✎ keep your head still, i'll be your thrill

—all the small things, blink-182

content: leo valdez x reader

warnings: cursing again

librarian's annotations: the title has no connection to the hcs but it came up while i was writing this also IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER 🙏🙏🙏

super clingy i do not make the rules

oh you thought you were gonna get up and be productive?? not today!

fuck everyone else tbh

LOVEEES gossip sessions with u

hes so invested in all the drama u have

probably laying on his stomach and swinging his feet and gasping incredulously. "what!? no she did not..."

got very pouty that you did not invite him to the girls night bc he didnt want to "miss out on the tea" (lwk stealing from my own work oops)

who can blame him tbh

LOVE LOVES DANCING

loves teaching u too (even if u suck)

like imagine him holding your waist and moving you to the beat as you fumble along, his chest pressed up against your own

GOOD LORD

"forward, back, left- there you go," he murmured into your ear, looking down at your feet. you stepped on his shoes a lot more than you should've; did he ever think that his proximity was why you were messing up!?

"you suck at this, don't you?" he laughed, but twirled you around anyway.

"did you ever think you're just a shit teacher?"

"rude!"

also this man was born a star

can probably hit super high notes as if its nothing

ok so we all know how hes a genius right

oh my GOD imagine him explaining how his stuff works and using words you're sure don't even exist and he's so into it and he just sounds so SMART

intelligence is so attractive why does no one talk abt that

you wanted to watch him work on the engine, so you pulled up a stool next to him. you stared at his side, his tank top dirty with grease and sticky with sweat. how long had he been working since you got here?

you'd get mad at him for not taking a break later. right now? you were admiring the view. who wouldn't?

"hey leo?"

he hummed in response, still hyper-focused on the engine.

"how does all that work, exactly?" you were never one for machines—good thing you have a mechanic boyfriend!

he looks to you, a happy glimmer in his eyes. "you really wanna know? so basically— this part connects to that part and then..."

you don't know how long you've been zoned out, too busy staring at his perfect

"y/n?" he finally realizes you haven't been paying attention. "you with me, now?" he raises an eyebrow with a grin on his face.

"huh? what?" you straightened up, fumbling over your words. "yeah! why wouldn't i be?" you tried to act as if you weren't just ogling him seconds before.

"oh y'know.. cause you were checking me out." he winked, leaning back against the engine as he put himself on display. "i mean, you obviously couldn't help it. i mean, look at me!"

someone humble him

its not like he doesn't do the same tho

if he accidentally walks in on you he'd be like "oh my gods-! sorry!" and cover his eyes with his hands, but his fingers are parted so he could still look through. literally the 🫣 emoji

"GET OUT!"

"OKAY I'M GOING DON'T HIT ME- OW!"

he is SUPER ticklish and you WILL use this to your advantage

esp his ears

one time you touched them out of curiosity cause theyre pointer than average and he was like "eek!"

pause

"aww i didn't know you could make that sound!" you poked some more fun at him because that was adorable

"shut up!"

another time he's laying on you, ruining your plans of getting up early and being active. you tried rolling out from underneath him but his arms snake around you like a vice, squeezing a groan out of you.

"leo get off!" you tried shoving him off, but that didn't work either. he simply buried his face into your neck, mumbling a tired no.

you really had shit to do, so you resorted to the last possible tactic. "i didn't wanna have to do this..." you warned. (you so wanted to do this)

you slipped your hands under his shirt and started tickling his stomach, effectively getting him writhing off you with laughter.

"stop-! that tickles!" he tried doing the same back, but he was squirming far too much.

ok real talk now

love loves staying up late with you until its past midnight and you guys are just rambling about random topics. he's just so relaxed with you, his heart feels so full and there's no space anymore, so his bottled up emotions spill out

which is usually a closely-guarded secret because he's just the funny guy of the group, right?

what does he know about feelings? isn't it his job to just keep everyone else happy? joking about everything will take away the pain, won't it?

(it doesn't)

"i don't know, i just- feel like i don't really fit in with everyone. they all have these cool powers, and i'm just.. me." he laughed dryly, face devoid of his usual happiness as he stared at the ceiling. "sometimes, i feel like you could do so much better. but at the same time?" his voice lowered as he rolled onto his side, staring into your eyes. "i want to keep you to myself. i really, really don't want to lose you."

you were glad he finally opened up to you, but your heart ached at the way he thought of himself. how could he not see how highly everyone thought of him, especially you?

"just you? leo, you're the coolest person i know. you're so, so smart, you can fix just about anything, you're funny, you're kind, you can cook; what's not to love?" you smiled softly. you could go on and on about this man. for him to think that he was the lucky one? it was quite the opposite.

"and you don't have to worry," you whispered, cuddling closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "i'll always be with you."

[vivwritesfics]

Set The World On Fire

Chapter Five

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

Mafia AU

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oops so she's not on hold

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Lando had a rotten time in Spain. It was odd seeing Carlos again, but downright horrible to watch his sister hiding herself in her room. Lando had tried to get her to come out, but it was damn near impossible.

"I'm bringing a date to the wedding," Lando told Oscar as they sat together. It was his final day in Spain and, as much as he didn't want to leave, he couldn't wait to get back to England.

Oscar frowned at him. "Really? I didn't know you were seeing someone." Truthfully, Oscar didn't know if Lando would allow himself to date. Especially if it was outside of the mafia families. If he was seeing someone in their circle, Oscar would definitely know about it. "Who is she?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he raised his drink to his lips. It was his way of saying 'it doesn't matter' and 'you'll meet her soon enough'.

There was a, admittedly rather large, part of Lando that was dreading bringing Y/N to the wedding. He was thrusting her into a world of guns, drugs, and violence. Not that he was going to tell her. No, he was going to stay by her side for the entire night.

One of Sainz's men stood in the doorway and Lando stood up. He reached for Oscar and they clasped their hands together as a way of saying goodbye. "Look after her," he said as he walked away.

"Look after yourself," Oscar called after him.

Lando tried to sleep on his flight back to the United Kingdom. Leaving Spain, leaving his little sister there, didn't feel right. He felt physically sick as they he flew, sick enough to throw up in the bathroom of his jet. The staff onboard stared at him, but the moment he gave them his glare, they looked away, either terrified or embarrassed.

There was a driver waiting for him when he landed. "Don't take me to the house," he said as they pulled away. He gave the driver a different address and he was only too happy to take Lando there.

On the drive Lando still felt like he was going to throw up, but he could hold it down this time. He wouldn't show weakness, not again after the plane.

When they arrived at the apartment building, Lando climbed out of the car. He hadn't given her any warning that he was coming; the thought had slipped his mind. But he entered her building and went up to her floor.

"Coming!" He heard as he knocked on the door. Just a few seconds later it was open and she was staring at him. "Lando!" She called as a smile crossed her face. "I didn't know you were back."

He said nothing. He just strode forward and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder. The apartment door shut and he let out a sob. "Fuck," he said through his sobs. "I'm sorry. I..."

But he couldn't help but cry. She ran her hands through his curls, trying to comfort him in whatever way she could. "I've got you," she whispered.

After a good minute or two, Lando pulled away from her. He wiped the non-existent tears from beneath his eyes. "I'm gonna have to do something really macho to win you over again, aren't I?" He said and let out a weak laugh.

Shaking her head, Y/N led him over to her sofa. "You don't need to win me over again, Lando," she said sincerely as she sat him down. "I'm gonna get you something to drink."

"Whisky, if you have it."

But she stopped on her way into the kitchen and turned back towards him. "I was thinking more along the lines of tea." Lando pulled a face at that suggestion. "Okay, I think I have hot chocolate somewhere."

He smiled and slowly nodded his head.

Humming to herself, Y/N made her way into the kitchen. She hug through her cupboards for some hot chocolate powder. "Do you mind if I take a shower?" He asked as she began boiling the kettle.

"Of course," she shouted back and poured the boiling water in a mug. "I'm sure I have some spare sweatpants around here somewhere." She stirred the powered into the water and walked the mug over to Lando.

He took it gratefully and held the warm ceramic against his chest. "Sorry for dropping in like this," he said as he sipped at the hot drink.

She slapped his leg as she sat beside him. "Stop apologising to me," she insisted as she leant against him. "You've got no reason to."

Lando got halfway through his hot chocolate before he headed off to the shower. While he worked out how to use it, she searched through her drawers, looking for her too big sweats. When she found them she left them outside of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to make him something to eat.

She didn't know what was going on with Lando, but she wanted to help him in whatever way she could. She hummed along to the music playing along as she cooked a meal for the both of them.

When Lando came out of the bathroom, dressed in her pair of oversized, grey sweats, his phone was pressed against his ear. He spoke in a hushed tone, in a conversation that was obviously private. She turned her music volume down as he walked into the room, but she didn't stop her humming. Whatever he was saying, it was none of her business.

He finished the phone call and slipped the phone into the pockets of his sweatpants. He came to rested his body against the counter top beside her. "Are you okay with chicken and pasta?" She asked as she showed him the pan.

Lando gave her a soft, sleepy smile. "That's perfect," He said, his head falling to the side.

Although Y/N had sweatpants for him, she didn't have a shirt or anything. He still wore his button up shirt, but it was half open. Not that Y/N was complaining. She almost spilt the chicken and pasta as she tried to plate it up, too distracted by him.

"What do you say we watch something while we eat?" She asked him as she offered him the plate and a fork.

"You treat me so well," Lando replied and started towards the couch.

They watched a movie while they ate, just like she had said. When they were done, she placed the plates on the coffee table and leaned against him. "Feeling better now?" She asked as she looked up at him.

Lando let his arm settled around her, resting against her chest (above the breast, he certainly didn't want to scare her off). "I feel like a pathetic child," he mumbled, shaking his head. His curls bounced around and she couldn't stop herself from pushing them back.

"Life sucks, Lan. Don't feel bad for crying," she mumbled, her head against his shoulder.

He went to kiss the top of her head, but he stopped himself. They weren't there yet. "Let me take you on a date," he said. "A proper date. Like, out to dinner in a fancy restaurant or something."

She couldn't stop the frown from coming onto her face. "What? Why?" She didn't mean for it to be rude, but why ruin the good thing they've got going? But, the more she thought about it, the more Lando might have been the perfect person to go on a date with.

Well, they got on like a house on fire. But what did she really know about him? Almost nothing. Then again, what was a first date for if not getting to know something. "Yeah, okay," she said. "Let's do it."

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[imrllytootiredforthis]

More on sub bully yandere pretty plz 🥺🙏

i'm gonna do gyu again just bc sub bully=beomgyu (kinda a part two to this)

afterwards he just gets meaner and meaner. for a multitude of reasons-

one being that you humiliated him in front of the entire school, and now he needs to get back at you,

and the other being that he's head over fucking heels in love with you now and has zero idea how to talk to a crush other than bullying them

so he continues to fight with you. threaten you, insult you, release compromising photos of you taken by his own hand (which he also uses on lonely pent up nights)

he's an asshole. who doesn't know when to quit.

you don't exactly make it easy for him though.

every time he's harassing you, you're there with a blank face, arms crossed. giving nothing away, and taking every ounce of satisfaction away from him. knowing entirely that if his group of friends weren't standing there backing him up you could do whatever you wanted to him-and he'd let you.

but you don't.

because unlike him, you pride yourself of being a decent human being.

that somehow just makes him angrier though. makes him try harder to piss you off.

spilling your food all over your clothing, laughing as he lets out an "oops, sorry, i didn't mean to." all while cackling with his friends.

egging your car and writing on it with spray paint, causing damage he knows you don't have the money to fix.

he wants you to be angry. he wants you to be so pissed at him, at everything he's done to you that you just can't hold it in anymore. he wants you to finally snap and grab him by the neck. kiss him until he's breathless and dumb (his very first kiss) and then fuck him to oblivion and back (his very first fuck).

beomgyu wants you to put him in his place, unlike so many other people in his life that don't care as he walks all over them.

and it only takes a single thing for you to snap.

him loudly talking to you in the middle of class, taunting the fact that you somehow got a lower mark than him. leaning across the isle to get up into your face, smirking his dumb smirk.

you simply ignore him, preferring not to add to the scene until the teacher zeroes in on the two of you, looking unimpressed as she sends the both of you to detention.

--

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! what the hell is wrong with you?"

nothing. he only smiles back sweetly.

"i have shit that i need to do, places i have to be! records that i need to keep! i don't need to spend my time in detention with your sorry ass!"

nothing.

"you're so annoying, you hear me?"

infuriating fucking prick. absolutely nothing.

"a fucking brat who doesn't know how to man up and be a normal person. instead you're acting like a pussy, too scared to ask me out hmm? a pathetic loser virgin."

something.

his cheeks are flushed red, his face so close your noses are practically touching, his hands gripping onto the desk.

"yeah, is that what you are? a brat and a pathetic loser virgin?"

your hands on either side of his shoulders against the chair, trapping him in place. he's painfully hard in the confines of his pants.

the room around is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. the teacher had left awhile ago, not that she was supposed to, she just did and told you guys to behave.

the detention class was completely silent now. just the sound of your heavy breathing, his shallow pants and his heart beating so fast it seems as if it's about to leap out of his chest.

"say it."

his mouth feels dry, his body feels hot.

"say that you're a pathetic loser virgin and then maybe i'll take care of that for you, okay?"

his eyebrows knot together as you press a hand against him, biting his lip to hold back a moan. "i-..."

you nod, prompting him to continue.

"i'm a...pathetic virgin loser!" his eyes squeeze shut as he breathes it out, whining lowly under his breath. "i'm sorry! all i wanted was your attention!"

when he opens his eyes again, you're smiling.

"okay then. you have my attention now." you sit back against your own chair again. "come here."

he begins to stand up. "on your knees, beomgyu." face burning in shame, dick throbbing with humiliation, he shuffles towards you on his hands and knees until he sits between your legs.

"good boy." he shivers. "now, if you wanna take care of that, you're going to have to get off on my leg."

he looks at you as if you've grown a second head, as if you're crazy. he searches your face for any sign that you might be joking. "go on you mutt."

[bloody-cupcakes]

Jason Dean x yandere/dark! reader; you surprise him with slushies for breakfast

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, suggestive stuff/frank sex talk as well as implied sex/smutish activities, mentions of insomnia, implied murder, the reader is very clingy and affectionate with JD (almost to a smothering amount but he doesn't mind), this is one of the more tame things I've written tbh

A/N: this is a twist on the "one character gets a blue drink and the other gets a red so naturally their tongues become purple by making out" trope. I literally wrote this in thirty minutes so I could have something posted for heathers day, which is September 1st, so if this sucks then that's why and I'm sorry (and then I got distracted and forgot so it's a day late oops)

JD used to think he hated sleeping in general, but after meeting you he just realized he hated sleeping alone. Laying in bed after downing half a bottle of melatonin gummies while waiting for sleep to kick in wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. Lucky for him, you had plenty ways of resolving that issue.

Admittedly, they did a pretty good job at working effectively given that most of them involved you physically wearing him out. Whether it was with murder or sex, either way certainly made it easier for him to slip into a state of exhaustion and conk out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He didn't mind much. In fact, the act of you tiring him out as quickly as possible once he complained about being unable to sleep was one that he quite enjoyed. He preferred to stay with you anyway. There was nothing at his house that made it worth sticking around other than the few vague personal effects of his, and most of them he'd transferred over to your place already.

The sun was already starting to peek through the blinds when he woke up, which signified he must've slept for a good long while. That didn't surprise him given just how late the two of you had stayed up the night before, but what did surprise him was your absence. Usually you waited until he woke up to leave the bed, or at the very least told him if you were going to get up.

Thank god you walked into the room a few minutes later, because otherwise he would've started to panic, and that was definitely not something he wanted to be doing so early in the morning.

"Hey, baby," you greeted as you kicked off your shoes and set two large Styrofoam cups you'd gotten from the 7/11 near your house on the nightstand. "Did you sleep well?"

JD could practically feel his heartbeat start to slow back down once he saw you. You hadn't abandoned him, you just went out to get some slushies. No problem.

"Mh, yeah," he mumbled groggily as he sat up in the bed, watching you slip off his trenchcoat and toss it to the side. If he had been more awake, the sight of you wearing his clothes would've given him an instant boner, but the drowsiness he still felt was currently cancelling that out.

"Good, I'm glad." You sat down on the bed next to him, gently smoothing his messy hair back from his face before handing him one of the Styrofoam cups. "Here, I know how much you crave slushies the night after sex."

He gladly took the cup from you, immediately taking a big sip. "Thanks." It still felt weird, having someone being so affectionate and loving with him after everything he'd been through. A huge part of him felt like he didn't deserve it, but he knew you'd never leave him even if that was true. Something about how attached you were should've been unnerving, but JD was pretty unnerving himself so he wasn't bothered by it.

"Did you seriously wear your pajamas to go get slushies?" He asked after a moment, his brain finally catching up as he began to wake up more. The cold, sweet drink in his hands certainly helped matters.

"Well, I wasn't going to put on real clothes," you insisted lightheartedly before drinking some of your own slushie, which just so happened to be the opposite color of his. "Besides, we both know they're not going to stay on much longer anyway."

"Oh god," he muttered under his breath, though he was unable to keep the faint smirk of amusement off his face when you said that.

"Here, lemme have your drink for a moment." You placed both cups back on the nightstand before grabbing his face and pulling him in for a hungry kiss. He suddenly became very aware of the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers as he hadn't gotten properly dressed yet.

"C'mon, I wasn't finished," he complained with a slight huff even as he let you push him flat onto his back with no other protest.

"You can finish later. For now, I say we take the blue and red from our drinks and make purple." Your voice came out in a low tease when you spoke, your body hovering over his as you leaned down to capture his lips in another kiss.

Both of your tongues were successfully colored purple and your drinks were no longer cold when you were done, but it was so worth it.

[proudhamarsing]

(I AM ON A HIATUS/BREAK FROM TUMBLR, HOWEVER I JUST WANTED TO MAKE THIS LAW OF ASSUMPTION/MANIFESTATION POST THAT I KNOW THAT MANY OF YOU WILL BENEFIT FROM: PLEASE READ!!!)

The Power of Umbrella/Blanket Affirmations (Edit: THIS IS NOT JUST FOR AFFIRMATIONS, BUT ALSO FOR OTHER MANIFESTING WAYS!!! LOOKS LIKE I TOOK AFFIRMING AS THE MAIN FOCUS POINT, SORRY!!) Manifesting Without Stress.

Hey there! Have you ever felt totally stressed out trying to make sure you say every single affirmation perfectly (the life threatening urge to specify all the details </3)? Or maybe you’re overwhelmed by the idea of affirming for each and every one of your desires? If so, don’t worry you’re not alone, and there’s a much simpler way to manifest your dreams!

Why Details Don’t Matter.

First of all, you know what you want, and what for an example AN affirmation, visualization, a statement that you script Imply/mean! You assign the meaning/description. (IT COULD EVEN BE AN EXTREMELY LONG description, you don't have to repeat what the meaning or description to you Is, once you know, or even have the slightest Idea about, you know It for as long as you'd like! You're actually more than powerful!!!!!) You are God; you put your desires there for you to experience them, so you know exactly what you’re refering to and talking about when you’re affirming. You know yourself for an INFINITY well. You can even create the assumption that affirming (Or just state/say. Creating the assumption, or Impressing the subconcious mind, your higher/god self or WHATEVER you believe In should also NOT be your concern. IT IS ALREADY DONE, BEAUTIFUL SOUL.) "You know what" will automatically bring your desires to you effortlessly, or imply that you already have your desires which you really do (I MEAN IT, BUT IT IS YOUR PREFERENCE THAT MATTERS, IF YOU WANT TO HAVE YOUR MANIFESTATIONS NOW OR IN THE FUTURE IS EITHER WAY MORE THAN JUST VALID, AND OBVIOUSLY UP TO YOU) <3 (The phrase "You know what" Is a random example, you can create your own short or long phrase!!) (Seems like I took affirmations as the main example, but this goes for EVERY AND ANY manifesting way!!!! I can't stress this enough so I repeat In a rush.)

Don’t Panic Over Affirmations. (Took affirmations as an example, but this Implies to any and every way to manifest ♡ I JUST NEED IT TO BE CLEAR THEREFORE I AM REPEATING THIS OVER AND OVER AGAIN)

You don’t need to go into panic mode, trying to affirm every single desire for a specific amount of time. Manifesting shouldn’t make you feel drained or overwhelmed. If you’re feeling like you want to procrastinate or avoid your affirmations because they’re too much, it’s time to simplify. Cut down to three or ONE (In this Instance affirmation, but this Implies to all the ways you can manifest. (Visualization, scripting, Inner conversations, State akin to sleep, Rampage/Vauting, reading affirmations istead of affirming In a "thinking way", placebos, subliminals, affirmation tapes, etc, ANYTHING (YES, Including the ways that I didn't mention here.) affirmation(s) that Invokes the feeling of wanting to affirm It or them 24/7. This is how you fall In love with manifesting that you've been naturally doing your entire life. Isn't that wonderful?

Umbrella/Blanket Affirmations to the Rescue.

This is where umbrella or blanket affirmations come in. These are general statements that cover all your desires at once. They’re perfect when you have a ton of things you want to manifest. Instead of stressing about each detail, and making the "time" (OOP ILLUSION SPOTTED, TIME IS AN ILLUSION, DO NOT STRESS ABOUT THAT NON-EXISTENT "THING") to affirm for each desire, you can use blanket affirmations to manifest everything you want quickly and easily.

For example, instead of saying, "I have an A in math, I have a great friend group, I’m confident," you can use a umbrella/blanket affirmation like, "Isn’t it wonderful how everything in my life is perfect?", this covers all your desires without the need for a long list of specific affirmations that you feel like you have to go through every minute of the day.

The "Isn't It Wonderful" Challenge

Neville Goddard, a famous teacher of the Law of Assumption, came up with the "Isn’t It Wonderful" challenge. The idea is to simply say, "Isn’t it wonderful?" and feel the joy of everything working out for you/your manifestations being manifested now or ever since the past/get go (revision). This one simple phrase can help you manifest multiple desires at once, effortlessly.

The Joy of Simplified Manifestation

Remember, manifesting is supposed to be a joyful experience. By using umbrella or blanket affirmations, you’re making it easy and fun. You don’t need to stress about getting every detail right, or to affirm 3-4 long affirmations for THE TRILLIONS (or even more) of your desires that Is your birthright and life's purpose to have, and YOU. DO. HAVE. YOUR. DESIRES. RIGHT. NOW. NOW. NOW!!!! Or you will have them by a certain time If YOU WANT to have your manifestations by a date in the future. You can absolutely also manifest always having had your desires since the get go, or by a certain date In the past. You know what you want, and you obviously have your back, bringing yourself everything you desire Instantly every nanosecond!!!!!!

I am extremely sorry If this post contains grammatical errors, or ain't organised. I am writing this post In a rush, but I tried my best making It crystal clear as possible.

There are a lot of great YouTube videos on this topic, BUT WHY WOULD YOU NEED 5 VIDEOS, WHEN YOU CAN WATCH ONE VIDEO ON A TOPIC THAT AIN'T EVEN COMPLICATED. (TWO RULES: DON'T OVERCONSUME, DON'T PROCRASTINATE. DON'T IDENTIFY WITH THOSE ILLUSIONS, DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THEM. And for Illusionary "unecessary/negative" "thoughts": Pretend that you're looking to your left and your right In your mind, or do It really, when you catch your human self being on a rodeo bull of these Illusions, do not react to these Illusions, just look to your left and right to ensure that there Is nothing unwanted going on, wether It Is in your human self's mind or their ""3D""".

I apologize for linking three videos, but CHOOSE whichever ONE that you like (If you even In the first place want to watch a video on umbrella/blanket affirmations. Remember: It Is up to you. It Is not an obligation! ) and ENJOY!

[P.S Umbrella affirmation(s) and blanket affirmation(s) are the same thing In different names. It Implies the same thing. They are affirmations that hold an umbrella over EVERY single one of your manifestations/desires (Doesn't matter how many), or you can also say that they are affirmations you use as a blanket that covers all of your manifestations/desires, and you are affirming for every single one of them just by stating ONE umbrella/blanket affirmation (ISN'T IT WONDERFUL? 🥰)

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks, pro heroes au

It was embarrassing, really, to be standing here off to the sides sulking at a party like this, especially over something so very not important.

There were a lot of things that were important to Keigo Takami, aka pro hero Hawks, and winning was certainly not one of them.

Justice, peace, freedom, good food, a safe place to rest, those were important things in Keigo's life.

Winning was NOT up there.

So why the hell did this bother him so much?

He had just broken the Top 10 rankings during his first year as a pro, that was crazy, that was unheard of!

Except for the fact that pro hero Super Nova did it last year.

The first one who ever did.

And look, that wasn't even fair, because Keigo hadn't even debuted yet!

But now he was doomed to be the second one out. The second youngest to break though top 10, and he was still ranked behind goddamn Super Nova.

All that training with the commission, his whole life dedicated to this, and sure, he saved a lot of people, and that should matter the most, but...

Of course it mattered the most.

Keigo sighed deeply, took a sip of the Champagne that he definitely should not be drinking, blew his bangs out of his face, and used his wings to push himself away from the wall he'd been clinging to.

...right into another person.

"Oh shit, I mean, oops, I'm sorry!" Keigo stammered nervously, all the social training he'd been undergoing flying out the window.

He tried to put on a charming but apologetic smile as he looked up, but it quickly fell from his face as he realized he's just pushed himself right into goddamn Super Nova.

Of all the fucking people at this party.

The (beautiful) white haired man looked down at him with those (striking) blue eyes and raised his hands in surrender.

"Hey kid, no worries!" he said with a real charming smile, and Keigo just about fucking had it.

"I'm not a kid."

He didn't quite mean for the sentence to come out that venomous, but fuck it. The guy kinda deserved it.

"What?" Super Nova asked, clearly confused by Keigo's reaction.

Keigo rolled his eyes.

"I'm barley a year younger than you."

Super Nova nodded.

"I know, I didn't mean anything by it, I just -"

"See me as inferior?" Keigo finished the sentence for him, and realized he probably should have stopped after one glass of Champagne.

He could not handle alcohol to have his life.

The friendliness fell off Super Nova's face totally now, and he grabbed Keigo but the upper arm gently, but firmly.

"I think you need some air," he declared, and Keigo couldn't find it in himself to disagree.

The white haired hero guided Keigo out to a small balcony out in the long hallway outside the gala room, and the fresh air hitting his face was one of the most amazing things Keigo had ever felt.

Maybe next to the other hero's hand around his arm.

Wait, what?

"You feelin' any better?" said hero asked, and Keigo nodded.

"Yeah, I guess," he mumbled, and damn Super Nova smirked at him again.

This time however, it wasn't fury that bloomed in Keigo's chest.

"Champagne and warm, stuffy galas gets to the best of us, man," the other pro said casually, and Keigo rolled his eyes.

"What, because you have so much experience with that?" Keigo asked sarcastically, but to his surprise Super Nova nodded.

"Yeah, actually, I do," he said with a smirk as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his suit jacket.

Of fucking course.

He held on up to offer to Keigo, and calmly put I back when Keigo shook his head.

"Don't you want on yourself?" Keigo asked, and Super Nova shrugged.

"It's okay, if you don't smoke I bet you don't want me puffing smoke up in your face, either."

Keigo pursed his lips.

"Oh. Thanks, I guess," he mumbled, and Super Nova chuckled.

"No worries, little bird."

Keigo felt his mouth fall open at the nerve of this guy, but didn't say anything.

"Anyways, it was my second gala as a pro, I had five glasses of Champagne because of the heat and ended up cursing out my dad in front of all the poor people in the kitchen of this place," Super Nova finished with a shake of his head.

"Not my finest moment."

Keigo tilted his head, trying to figure out if he was being serious.

"What, you yelled at Endeavor if front of the whole kitchen staff?" he finally asked, and got rewarded with a slightly surprised expression on the other man's face.

"So you do know," he said, and it was finally Keigo's turn to smirk.

"That you're a Todoroki?" he asked, and the other man nodded.

"I might be fresh on the pro circuit, but I wasn't born yesterday," Keigo said as he felt a brave flare in his chest and decided to lean closer to the other hero to whisper;

"Touya."

Touya smirked back at him, taking the bait and leaning in further himself.

"Well I'd be damned, little bird," he said slyly.

Keigo felt his face turn pink, but didn't back down.

"I wasn't the second youngest to break into the top 10 circuit for nothing, you know," he said with a wink, and Touya laughed softly.

"First one who wasn't a nepo baby, tho," the other hero said with a wink back at him.

Keigo raised his eyebrows as he finally leaned back a little.

"Maybe not in the traditional way, no, but..." he trailed off, not sure how to explain the whole commission thing just like that.

Touya raised his eyebrows.

"But?" he asked with a curious tilt of his head.

"But, I think I need a little more champagne before I'm ready for that conversation," Keigo admitted, and Touya smirked.

"Well, I happen to know my way around the kitchen of this place, so if I get the Champagne, and you'll give me the full story?"

Krig chuckled.

"I guess that would be a fair trade," he admitted, and Touya smiled back.

"Meet you back here in five?" he asked, and Keigo nodded.

"Deal," he agreed, and Touya snickered.

"Deal, indeed, little bird."

[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly blurb mystery box (2)౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid prompts from @panickingstudent2

giving billy a shave:

He'd been stressed lately. You knew it, he knew it. Even though he was still kind, still caring, it soured the mood in the house. Billy was coming home late every night, collapsing into bed next to you without even taking off his work clothes.

You'd do your best to help him relax, smoothing your hands over his chest and giving him gentle kisses, but it was no use. He'd merely give you a loving motion on your back and close his eyes, the tension in his body palpable.

One weekend, you looked up from where you were reading at the kitchen table as he came in, smiling brightly. "Billy-oh-!"

He'd collapsed to his knees next to you, burying his face in your stomach and wrapping his arms around your middle. His hat was knocked off his head behind him, and he didn't bother to pick it up.

"Billy?" you smiled, your fingers lightly roving over his curls. "Everything okay?"

"Mhm," he said into your tummy. Billy nosed against it, and you thought you felt him press a kiss there. "'S jus' safe here."

"Oh, love," you cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Just relax. It's okay."

Billy lowered his head to lie in your lap, his arms still around you. You felt him slump, as if he'd been holding himself up for a while.

"You've been working so hard lately," you muttered, fingers still trailing through your hair. "So stressed."

He nodded, then looked up at you. The look in his eyes was tired. You ran your hand over his face, feeling the prickly stubble on his cheeks. It was rougher than usual.

Humming quietly, you asked, "How long has it been since you shaved?"

Billy chuckled lightly, taking your hand on his face in his, kissing it lightly. "Been awhile I reckon. Haven't had the time."

You nodded, your other hand coming to the side of his face as you considered. "Would you let me? Bet it'll make you feel better, being a little cleaned up."

He smiled tiredly, taking your hands and pressing a kiss to them, looking at you adoringly. "Sure, sweetheart."

You smiled excitedly, standing and switching him places, sitting him down on your chair and skipping off to get his razor.

When you returned, he was perked up a bit, sitting back with his legs spread lazily. You lathered the soap onto the little cloth you'd brought in, and then sat on his lap, your legs on either side of his. Since there were no arms on the chair, Billy held your legs so they wouldn't slip off.

You carefully patted his face concentratedly, then picked up the blade, shifting on his lap so you had a better vantage point. Smiling softly, you tilted his head so you could start, moving the blade with the grain.

"Leave a little bit, yeah?" he requested, squeezing your legs. "Need to stay a lil' rugged."

Laughing lightly, you moved his head slightly to the side to get another section. "Of course," you smiled, catching his eye briefly. "But just so you know, I think you're handsome in any state."

"Thanks darlin'," he grinned, waiting to kiss you until you put the blade down.

Your hands moved to his newly smoothed cheeks, and you leaned in to kiss him again, softly. "Feel better?" you mumbled against his lips.

"Better," he confirmed, one hand moving to your waist.

He forgot he had been holding you up, and one of your legs slipped to the floor, surprising you and breaking your kiss off with a "Mmph!"

"Oops, sorry baby," he chuckled, looking down at your leg. "Here-" Billy stood up, helping you do the same. Then, he lifted you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his midsection.

You nestled comfortably against him, the edge of his gun belt pressing up into your bottom. Billy had one arm under you, supporting you there, and the other around your waist. "There you are. Now..." he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a hungrier kiss this time, the little stubble he had left rubbing against your skin.

billy helps you get dressed:

You tugged the corset up, positioning it against your chest so it was level. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you frowned, trying to figure out the logistics of tying it while still keeping it where it needed to be. Every morning you did this, and yet it was the same amount of difficulty every time.

Billy wandered in, leaning against the doorway and grinning. "Now how're you gonna manage that one, sweet?"

You threw him a helpless look. "Good question."

"Let me help ya," he smiled, sauntering over and picking up the laces. "Ready?"

Nodding, you held up the front of the corset with both hands. He gently pulled and tightened it. You could see him biting his lip in concentration through the mirror, the brim of his hat shading his eyes as he looked down at what he was doing. You almost liked the feeling of him helping you put clothes on more than him tearing them off. Almost.

He tied the knot easily, setting his big hands on the curve of your waist afterward. "Better?"

"Much better, thank you," you smiled, leaning back into him. You nodded at your dress that was draped over the chair by the mirror. "Now I have to put that on."

"Mm, have to?" Billy muttered; his arms fully twined around your waist now, cheek pressed against yours as he looked at you in the mirror. "I dunno...think ya look pretty just like this..."

"Billy," you smiled, leaning in his arms and reaching for your dress. He dutifully helped you slide it over your head, fastening the little buttons in the back for you. Billy kissed the back of your shoulder when he was done, spinning you around to look at him.

"Pretty...m' pretty girl," he said, wrapping his arms around your waist again, lifting you off your feet just a bit to kiss you lightly. "Can't wait for ya to be just as pretty wearin' nothin' at all later tonight..."

You squealed in delight, kissing him with your arms around his neck in a way that practically, as he would claim later, forced him not to let you leave the bedroom for another hour.

billy loves your new dress:

Formal events weren't something Billy necessarily loved to attend, but sometimes it couldn't be helped, so he'd put on a smile and his nicest shirt and bear it. Of course, the happy addition of you in his life helped matters greatly, as you were very involved in what passed for a social season here in town.

Your family was wealthy, and you'd been raised to attend things like this, parties where manners triumphed truth. In fact, he'd met you at one of these events, captivated by your charm and sweet manner just like everyone else.

Even though you'd been together for months, this would be the first one he'd attend with you on his arm, and he was a bit nervous about it, about you being seen like this with him. The outlaw and the sweetest girl in town.

Billy waited anxiously on the porch, pacing slightly. He saw you as soon as you turned the corner, and his face split into a grin, instantly feeling giddy.

You were as pretty as he'd ever seen you, in a stunning pale blue dress he'd never seen before. It accentuated your waist, and was cut low in the neck, so he could faintly see the tops of your breasts. But what really got him was the necklace you were wearing- a simple chain with a silver heart. It was the one he had gotten you. The one he'd felt so bad about it being simple, but you'd thrown your arms around him as if he'd given you jewels.

His smile didn't leave his face as you ran up to him, jumping right into his open arms. "Billy!"

"Hey beautiful," he greeted, catching his darling in his arms and hugging you tightly. You squealed as he spun you around once before setting you back on your feet.

"I missed you today," you said, your arms still around his middle as you looked up at him, chin on his chest.

"Missed ya too, darlin'," he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Then he pulled back a bit to look over you. "This a new dress?"

You nodded, bouncing a little on your heels. "Brand new. Like what they're wearing in New York."

"Well, I don't know anything 'bout that, but you look pretty as a peach sweetheart," he smiled, holding your hands out so he could look fully at you. "Goddamn. My girl's a knockout."

That made you smile wider, and you leaned up for a kiss. Billy obliged happily, pulling back slightly after a moment. "Don't suppose we can skip this 'n just keep kissin' out here?"

You laughed, taking his hand and pulling him up the porch steps. "Come on, handsome. You didn't get all cleaned up for nothing."

"I got all cleaned up to see my girl," he emphasized, catching you in another brief kiss outside the door.

Putting one hand on the door handle, you gave him a look. "We don't have to be in for too long, I promise."

"Yeah?" he muttered in a mischievous way, pulling at your hand so you were leaning back against his chest. "How long we talkin'?"

"Not long," you promised, leaning up to kiss his cheek and then opening the door, dragging him inside.

He'd been worried about how the two of you would look together, but it was for nothing. Nobody batted an eye at the two of you, and he was glad for it. He could keep an arm around your waist the whole night. And that's exactly what he did.

Billy did not stop touching you at all that evening, keeping one or more arms around your waist and making you lean back into his chest. For the first time, he felt truly comfortable at a party. Your presence kept him satiated for more than three hours. He was content just standing beside you and holding you while you talked to everyone, working your charm.

But after that period of time, he grew rather impatient, squeezing his arms around your waist and leaning down to whisper, "Can I talk to you outside for a second, baby?"

You thought something was wrong, and so you nodded, excusing yourself from the conversation you'd been in the midst of.

Once you got outside you turned to him. "What's the ma-oh!"

Billy's lips found yours immediately, hungrily moving against them. His right hand wound around your waist, pulling you nice and close while his left found its way to your hair, tangling into it.

You smiled into the kiss, breathlessly murmuring, "You couldn't wait a few more minutes?"

"Not with you in that dress, baby," his lips chased yours as he spoke. "Uh uh, m' girl looks too pretty f' me to keep m' hands off much longer."

You kissed him softly, letting him press you to the porch railing. Your back arched against it, but he propped an elbow up so his hand was supporting you. Billy's lips parted against yours, the brim of his hat poking your forehead. "Oh baby..." he kissed you again, relishing in your sighs.

He parted his lips from yours with a pop and leaned his forehead against yours. "Anyone else you need to talk to tonight?"

You shook your head.

Billy grinned. "Good." He hoisted you into his arms and swept you away, many kisses afoot.

come talk about billy here!

[desultory-novice]

Noir! Do you by any chance know of a being that was called IDF-87?

"And here we are..."

[I assume you mean F-86 but either would trigger the same reaction]

"...ID...F8...?"

"...Ghhh...?!"

"M-My...head...!!"

-

"And here we are..."

-

"We'd like to thank you for volunteering to lead humanity's future." "It says here your hobby is...singing?"

"Yes. Since I was a child." "I even had an agent, for a short while."

"So, you were a professional?"

"Not really. My career never took off." "But...that's how it is with DREAMS."

"Not a household name, then?

"Surely not!"

"Good, good. Very good."  "...That is to say, you seem like a good candidate for our work."

-

"And here we are..."

-

"Oh!?"

"Hmm? Is something wrong?" "Feeling pain from the treatments?"

"No. I was just wondering..." "Is the alien...is it asleep in there...?"

"Yes. Deep asleep." "...Why? You didn't hear anything, did you?"

"I didn't. Just the buzzing of a machine. It's so noisy in here..."

"...Good. It's a very tense work environment here at the lab." "Some people can't take the pressure. They start to hear 'voices.'"

"Those poor souls..."

"It's no surprise. The whole planet's counting on us, you know." "We can't fail them. Not like previous generations did." "But you came from Old Earth, so you would understand."

"...Yes. Yes, I do."

-

"And here we are..."

-

"You're...putting it on display? Like a...circus animal?"

"The government gets stingy with their contracts." "And the entertainment industry has proved profitable for us so far." "I expect it'll be even more so after your new single."

"About that..."

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

"...No! I still believe in the work we're doing. It's just..."

"Just...?"

"Oops!" 

"...Sorry about that! Clumsy me!"  "Big old glasses and I still can't see where I'm going!"

"...Rim..."

"Was I...interrupting something by chance?"

"Not at all! Here, let me help you with those!"

"Ah, there's no need for that, Ms...?"

"...Neichel. And please." "One favor deserves another." "Where do these go anyway?"

"Just to my office! Let me show you where it is."

"General? Sorry about the thrilling conversation but..."

"....It's fine, actually." "I was thinking that you two really ought to meet." "Take all the time you need to...get acquainted."

-

"And here we are..."

-

"Everything I am now, was made into...is 'sleeping' in that tube." "...And I don't know how I feel about that. About it..." "You're a scientist here. What even...are they?"

"ID-F86... An aggressively hostile alien species and threat to all life on this planet. Only by subduing and studying them can humanity ready themselves for the dangers the greater galaxy holds."

"But, speaking personally and...off the record..." "...I think of them as...just a wandering traveler, lost." "Trapped, far away from home. Waiting rescue?"

"Haha... No wonder I sympathize with them so much!" "You too, I imagine...?"

"Yes! Though...I may also feign myself as...a rescuer...?"

"Why am I not surprised to hear that from you?" "You and your big HEART has saved me a number of times." "In a lab full of people who've seemingly sold their souls for progress...It's like you come from a different planet!"

"Ms. Neichel..."

"Please, Rim! Surely we're friends by now!" "Just call me Neichel."

"...Do you believe in fairies, Neichel...?"

-

"And here we are..."

-

"Did you think we wouldn't find out? That you were another?!"

"RIM!!" "Please, don't hurt h...hgh!"

"Neichel?!"

"T-The..."

"...Let him go to her."

"But sir, he's... He's an ALIEN!" "And a bloody saboteur too!"

"It's all right. This is what we've been waiting for."

"What is it? What's wrong, Neichel?!"

"...The...baby...!"

-

"And here we are..."

-

"And...of course the door's locked." "...I always feared being the next one put on display." "Sigh... What are we two caged birds to do...?"

"About a name? I've already thought of a few."

"...Oh, Rim. You never lose that optimism, do you?"

"Made you smile though?"

"You did." "...And? Let's hear those names." "'Scarf?' 'Beret?' Your twin sister's name was 'Bridge,' right?" "Should we stick with the glasses theming?"

"Not if fairy names sound as 'odd' to humans as you've told me!"

"I was thinking...we could name our daughter 'Adeleine.'" "That's 'canvas' in your language, right?" "A bright canvas on which any kind of future can be painted!"

"Oh...! That's a lovely name! But, Rim..." "...We're having a little boy remember?"

"Ah, right!" "I was already picturing little Noir in my head so strongly that...!!"

"......'Noir'......?"

"Yeah, 'Noir.'"  "It means..."

-

...It means 'unstoppable.'

-

AND HERE YOU ARE

-

-

AN: I hope this gives a clear-ish answer to most of the questions about the birth of Noir and Adeleine, as well as the story of their parents! Or... did it just create more questions? ^^;

@kirbyoctournament

[blushblushbear]

Hey, I was wondering if you create headcannons for the Blush Blush boys. If so, I was wondering 👀

Can you describe how any of the immortal characters (Stirling, Seth, Reece?, Aki, Haru, Fuyu) would react if their SO/MC/Love interest reincarnates after they die of old age for example?

I’m a huge fan of reincarnation x immortal stuff, cause it gives off a happy ending and hope that their love will never die even if they’re reborn in a different time💖

I wanna start at the top by saying I think all of them freak out at least a little bit when they see their long dead lover seemingly up and alive again

I'll get into each one individually but needless to say, it's a bit of a shock to the lot of them

also I did a thing about The Immortals dealing with your death (that I will but a link to here later but right now I can't be bothered to shift through my many bullshit posts to find it atm OOPS SORRY)

(ps: love your stuff btw!!! <3 )

STARTING OFF

Stirling:

I think he's gone through this too many times and loves the drama of it all too much to ever have him claim that he will never love again after you (at least not forever)

but suffice it to say he doesn't think he'll ever have a love like you again in any of his life times worth of living he has left to get through

he also didn't become a vampire to kick the bucket quickly nor does he think he'll be headed in the same direction as you when he eventually does so he's in no particular hurry to 'follow you' as it were

so he has made his peace with forever longing for you and eternally mourning your passing a little bit all the time

until one day he happens to spot

well

you

I mean it can't be you but he knows that face

he knows that body

that aura, that smile

it's definitely you

your face was probably in the crowd at one of his competitions

he did loose points for how he fumbled when he clocked you

(but he still won don't get it twisted)

I think the moment his routine is done he b-lines it to his dressing room then directly to go find 'you'

he does find you in a crowd and nervously and suddenly asks if you'd like to go for dinner with him

like

now

right now.

how bout it??

you tentatively say yes and you two end up having the most awkward dinner of either of your lives

he's trying so hard not to flip out cause it's definitely you but also it can't be

can it????

BUT YOU WERE DEAD

he slowly begins to romance you

the new you

which is a lot like the old you

I think he's the handsome yet mysterious man who is romancing you and he doesn't fully let anything slip until one night you stay over and you find a painting of what is definitely but also so not you on the wall

cue him finding you staring at it and accidentally scaring you

only to calm you down then explain the whole sorted mess

and how he believes you are the reincarnation of his lover

I think no matter what there's going to be some push and pull moving forward

he has to decide if he loves you or just the idea of you that acts as some theoretical replacement for his great dead love

will there be a happy ending??

will love prevail??

can love continue on even after death??

only time will tell...

but he does not intend to give up on you that easily...

Seth:

you being reincarnated is actually his doing

against his best laid plans, you didn't end up in hell with him when you died

I think he could only stand it for a few months before he called in a favor and got your soul entered into the reincarnation program

that DOES mean he'll have to wait 18+ years to even attempt to make a move

and also that you won't remember him

or much if anything of your previous life

which means there's a 50/50 toss up that you'll be happily taken when he can actually find you again

he doesn't watch over you as you grow cause that's too creepy

but he does put some lesser demons/spirits to keep an eye on you and keep you safe

he doesn't want to have to start this process all over again

nor does he know how many otherworldly favors he can rely on for this

I think he 'randomly' bumps into you one day when you're old enough and he starts flirting and asks you out

I think whether or not he tells you about the whole deal will depend on how things play out

he doesn't necessarily see the need to but on the other hand

maybe it's worth you knowing

also it's the biggest romantic move he ever pulled

also honesty is nice in a relationship

but all in all it's just nice to have you back again

where he can see and hold and kiss you

also he probably had to call in a favor just to get to the mortal realm in the first place

idk he's burning a lot of big favors for this meet cute to go down but it's worth it

Reece:

I think with Reece it's less of a reincarnation and more an alt time line version of you

one where you never met and you got to live your life without it being crash landed into by a space traveling cat boy

I think at first he meant to keep his distance

you're not HIS you after all

but he couldn't help but watch you just

exist

for a bit

he missed you

and I think one thing lead to another and he ended up bumping into you and you gave him that cute smile and he didn't mean to but he heard himself asking you for coffee before he could give it a second thought

and then before he could give it a second word you had said yes

and then he was just over come with joy cause you said yes to a date so excitedly and quickly

it all kinda just

happened

I think you have a wonderful first date and he spends most of it working up the courage to tell you everything and also just enjoying the date

but towards the end of it he finally fesses up

you guys had done all this before

well, a different version of you in another timeline/universe

but all the same

he has already gone down this road

and now he's just doing it again cause it's hard for him to stay away from you

but you are gone

were gone

are

in his version of things anyway

and this was fun but maybe...

maybe it should end here

one last night

where he got to tell you goodbye

(with a kiss)

but this is Definitely Not Dr Who bby--- something crazy happens at the end and the goodbyes are put on hold while you two go on Just This One crazy space adventure (that is totally not just this one lol)

CUE THE DOCTOR WHO THEME BEING PLAYED ON THAT CAT PIANO!

Aki:

OOO BOY IS THIS DUDE IN DENIAL

no grace, no decorum, no hesistation

he sees your face in a crowd and runs up and hugs you and begins to tear up as he says how much he missed you

meanwhile you are in the iron grip of big excitable fox man (time has past since your death and he's grown some) whom you definitely don't know and also he's calling you bunny

you try to tell him he's got the wrong person sorry

BUT HE IS HEARING NONE OF IT

cue him telling you all about your lives together and talking you to the home of the autumn clan and doing anything and everything to desperately rejog your memories

if you do get your memories back then commence Aki's great romance two electric boogaloo

but if you can't then he will get so heart broken

he'll ask you to still stay

let him learn the new you

let him show you the him you forgot

let him love you again

please don't leave him

(if you do decide to leave low key Aki will follow you and try to check in on you from time to time)

(if not out right sneak stalk you)

(please accept his feelings reincarnated love-chan)

Haru:

shocked, stunned, shook

he sees your face from across the bar and he can't believe it

like actually he can't believe it

he ends up staring for a really long time

then he's just watching you from different spots around the bar

getting better looks at different angles

keeping the biggest eye on you and drinking you in

yep

it's definitely you

but it can't be

they must just look like you

a lot like you

like exactly

must be a distant relatives

genetics are crazy

or maybe you had a love child...???

NO.

no no no no

you were Haru's loyal mate until the day you died

you wouldn't

and even if you did, you def would've invited him to the threesome

(one of the reasons he loved you so much)

whatever

he must be so drunk out of his mind and crazy lonely that he's seeing shit

whatever, they're hot and he could use a you substitute in his bed (not like he's had many people in his bed after you anyway-- too heart broken)

so fuck it, fuck them (like, in the sex way not the angry way)

so he goes up and starts hitting on them and when they turn around

oh no

they're definitely you

right down to the look they're giving him

I won't lie, he panics and bolts

he can't stop freaking out about last night all the next day

so he goes to that bar again and low and behold there you are again

Haru can't tell if he's relieved or more panicked by that

but still he has to dig some more

so he goes back over, trying the whole time not to absolutely loose it

gives you some line about being overcome by your beauty which is why he left in a panic haha

but seriously he'd love to get dinner with you sometime, here's his number, give him a call

oh also what's your name

he again can't tell if he's happy or freaked when you do actually call

he spends the whole dinner gently prying for info and just generally vibe checking to see if they're like his dead lover

and they really are

they definitely look it

and thus begins Haru's new torment of being so fucking CONFLICTED

he's so freaked that it's like you're alive again but also so happy to have you by his side

I think there's a lot of push and pull until he spills the beans

and then even more after he does

this is about to be the messiest relationship of Haru's life

which is saying something

BUT HE CAN'T NOT, IT'S YOU

Fuyu:

Fuyu bumps into you by chance and he's the most torn up about it of the lot of them

and visibly so too, he can't hide his feelings on this even a little bit

I think he is the quickest to tell you the whole thing

and also he calls you by the name of your past life (which may or may not be your name now)

he really does believe you are his heavenly gift sent back to him because your love is so fated

he takes some time getting used to

it's actually funny, this is the exact opposite of who you two were the first time

he's so unbelievably open to you from the word go

he bares his heart and feelings so much

you look so much like yourself before you left him, he can't help it

you were his safe place that he let all his walls down around

he can't put them back up now

his heart is beating open and bloody for you

he doesn't try and play it cool, he doesn't beat around the bush

he let's you know who you were to him

ARE to him

and asks you to be his once again

steam rolling you with love

and then waiting 'patiently' (not patient, he's sitting by like a puppy who wants a bite of your food) for you answer

it's quite a situation you find yourself in, isn't it

[chiarrara]

new itfskg based on a hc post i saw on here in my fugue state rbing last night i'll add a screenshot or link or smth later maybe idk. okay so baskially how it goes:

megumi and nobara both have a crush on yuuji. this is especially hard for nobara bc she spent the whole first let's say year of their friendship being extremely vocal about how she'd never be into either of them but oops! she got too comfy and caught feelings

nobara eventually breaks down and goes to fushiguro to lament her plight and ask for advice. she's dramatically revealing the source of her suffering when his face gives him away (a big ol "oh no" written on his forehead) (N: what's that face? M: what face... N: oh my god... do you like him too???) (Megumi doesn't say shit cause he's a repressed loser embarrassed of having feelings)

Turns out meg's had a crush on yuuji basically since he met him. he didn't realize it at first of course cause he's way too good at lying to himself. not that good though. he's been silently fostering a deep deep crush for months.

having learned all this, for the next few weeks, nobara starts visiting fushiguro in his dorm anytime she's too overwhelmed by annoying feelings, or pulling him aside during downtime to let off steam, sharing knowing glances and silent communications across rooms. megu's surprisingly glad to have someone to confide in, especially in a way where he's not the center of attention. Since they're both pathetic losers with a crush, he finds it's easier to talk about his feelings than with anything before.

regularly commiserating about how down bad they both are leads nobara and megumi to spend more time separated from yuuji. it's really good for their friendship actually. previously they were both a bit closer to yuuji than to each other, but having a crush to bond over gives them a lot to talk about. yuuji does notice they're spending more time together. and without him. wonder how he feels about that..

one night, nobara barges into megumi's room to complain about yuuji being way too cute and funny at dinner or something while megumi's laying in bed reading. she just plops down half on top of him and starts in. He reluctantly puts his book down but he doesn't object. they've gotten pretty used to each other. so she's going off, grumbling into his shoulder, gripping his sweatshirt out of frustration, and when she looks up, fushiguro looks down at her. their faces less than a foot apart as she's leaning into him, lying together in his bed and...

N: what's that face

M: what face?

he looks away. nobara turns his face back to hers

N: that face

M: (without breaking *very intense* eye contact) I dont' know what you're talking about

they make out

it's very much teenagers with a lot of pent up energy that needs to go somewhere fooling around like teenagers with pent up energy that needs to go somewhere. they kind of crash together, they're grabbing at arms and shoulders and faces, pulling each other as close as they can without ever breaking the kiss. At one point, nobara in readjusting to keep from falling off the bed ends up on top of megumi, knees on either side of his hips, one hand propping herself up and one gripped in the fabric of his sweatshirt. he pulls her into him and rolls them over so they're chest to chest with him on top. he's pushes his hands into her hair, she wraps her arms around his back and twists her leg around h--

two knocks and the door opens

"Hey Fushiguro, I wanted to see if you..."

Yuuji's halfway through the doorway and his face is morphing into the picture of absolute despair

megumi and nobara are...like this

(they're not naked, they're just microsoft paint stick people)

"Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I'll just..." Yuuji sputters and stumbles out the door.

(simultaneously) M: Shit.. N: Fuck!

so the mood's kiiinda dead.... megumi ends up leaned up against the wall with his head in his hands. nobara's staring blankly at the ceiling. Eventually, nobara says, "did you see his face?" M: "mm" N: "so...which one of us do you think he likes?"

---END OF PART ONE---

(I'll continue it in like... 5 minutes probably)

[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : blanched?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Dear steamed scrambled eggs,

I'm so sorry it took a while to get back to you. I landed and immediately started working full-time again. Ugh, the modeling life does not let you down with bookings. My manager told me something about how I'd be busier from now on since I got to walk in Paris this year. My resume is popping... did I use that right. I can't keep up with all this young people lingo and I'm not even old.

I doubt your face card is that bad if what you brought up in our early letters is true. If nearly all of your friends wanted you to get into modeling, then surely there's a reason. It's not like your friends sound like typical models either, so I can only assume that they're actually higher-ranking models or whatever.

Oh. Yes, after this walk, it seems Ada's officially reached supermodel status. She's about to get so much busier... I miss when she had time to attend her local fan events. Well, maybe I'll be like that one day? Who knows. I'm not even big enough for fan events yet.

I'm also starting to have suspicions of who you are. So, if you end up with a stalker... sorry (for reasons this is a joke) but I do have suspicions. I bumped into that roommate of yours while in France. I could put two and two together, but I'd much rather just bump into you again. Surely you won't dodge me when I ask for your number again?

Which brings me to my next point. I did bring you to Paris with me. I had nearly all of our letters boxed up in my suitcase, and it drove my manager mad. My agent didn't care as much since he was seeing his girlfriend, but my manager was going through it. "You don't need a box that big." he said. Skill issue. That's why he's still single (I am too). Oh, oops. My internet persona seems to be seeping into the way I write to you now. Shame.

Which brings me back to the point. No gift this time? Seems I need to step up my game with you a bit. Mm... should get some help from a friend. Ah, right. Favorite flowers?

See you soon (threat) Christmas

It's not hard to put two and two together. If Ada had pointed out the letter with that kind of look in her eye, then there was definitely something she knew. Considering everything about her, it's not hard to deduce that he's been writing to you. You. Literally. From day one, the universe sent you right to him and he didn't even put two and two together until Ada had made it somewhat obvious. It's a little silly of him considering that he did graduate top of his class in the police academy with perfect grades for everything, but it's fine. He's just rusty, or something.

Well, he can't ask her for your address since you probably live with her, but he can most definitely ask someone else who happens to know the two of you rather well.

"Sancho!" Luis laughs. "Fancy seeing you here, eh?"

"Yeah." He hums, closing his eyes as the makeup artist touches him up. "I had a favor to ask of you, Luis."

"Oh, of me?"

"I'd like to send flowers to the model I walked with last time. Surely you can help me out?"

"By doxing them? I don't think so, sancho." Luis shakes his head. "Told 'em you had a crush on them, but they told me there was no way back then. Seems like I was right, hm?"

"Yes."

"Aye... shame. I can't help much. But, I can extend an invite to a certain something." He sends an image to Leon's phone.

"It's like... August right now."

Luis shrugs. "Invites went out a week ago. You'll be our guest of honor. I'll send you further details as we get closer. You can meet them there, sancho."

Leon doesn't have a particularly good feeling about it, but anything to scare you shitless, he assumes.

"Why are you so willing to help?"

"You're a nice man." Luis waves. "You owe me, though."

"Didn't realize we were keeping count."

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[simplyender]

You previously mentioned that Johnathon probably had a less than ideal childhood. If you are still in the mood for headcanons, would you mind sharing your thoughts on his upbringing/childhood/adolscence? The good, the bad, whatever comes to your mind. Thank you! (I wonder if he was still roommates with Quentin Beck in the movieverse)

Thank you so much for asking!!!! Sorry about taking so long to respond, work has been exhausting for me, and I really want to give my best answer, hence why I stew over asks quite a bit, lol

ANYWAY,

• Apparently, The Spot from the comics is originally from Spokane. Yeah, I'll incorporate that one in to my personal beliefs.

• He reads to me as having come from an upper-middle-ish class family.

• Only child, but his parents were frequently busy with their jobs, and when they were around, they didn't exactly have or bother to make the time for him.

• Pretty judgemental parents in general.

• Despite that, he still spent a fair amount of time trying to prove himself worthy of their attention, a difficult task with...Mixed results, mostly leaning towards failure.

• One of my friends was once like "There was definitely a time where he wanted to show them something he made and got snapped at for bothering them.", and yeah I totally agree with that.

• Over time he became more reclusive, spent more time in his room than anywhere else. He preferred reading, learning to code, and working on his own little projects over socializing, something he wasn't all too skilled at. It wasn't like there was much to socialize with at home, anyways, considering he would either be ignored or treated like a nuisance a solid 90% of the time.

• This was a double edged sword, though, since he'd also been yelled at for "being in his room all the time" a few times.

• Was used as a scapegoat quite often.

• After a certain point he moved on to trying to get his validation through other means. High grades, impressive science projects, plans to become a scientist and making the biggest damn breakthrough ever seen, do something that will change the world forever. Because then nobody could ignore him or treat him like he's less if he managed that.

• But obviously they're not the worst in his mind because they helped pay for college, so,,,,,,

edit: actually thought about this some more and he probably got a scholarship. oops lol idk high academics.

• Saw the 1933 Invisible man at a young age and absolutely loved it, he spent a short period of time trying to figure out how to make himself invisible, and kind of wished that dr. Jack Griffin was his real dad and that also maybe he'd kill his parents, healthy and not worrying thoughts from a probably 8 year old. It's been around 25+ years since then, but he'd still get seriously embarrassed if somebody brought up his old attempts.

• Had a massive growth spurt in his early teenage years, which automatically put a target on his back for even more bullying.

• Started experimenting with his fashion and putting some more work in to his appearance close to the end of high school. Still sucked at keeping up with haircuts and remembering to shave, though.

• Was probably at his peak in college, honestly. Nicest place he's been in. Least bullying he's experienced. He even made a friend or two!

• IMO he was totally roommates with Quentin in this universe too, they were on different tracks, but all in all, they got along pretty well! John was happy to help him with with whatever he was working on, although, John mostly kept his personal stuff to himself (still appreciated the extra hand with carrying things...), or at least tried to. Whether he was listened to or not is another matter entirely. When they collaborated, they were a real dream team. Unfortunately, they kinda fell out of contact after college, so it was a pretty big surprise to John when Mysterio got caught and it was released that his old college roommate had become a supervillain.

....Which only further entrench him in the "I'm meant to be Spider-Man's nemesis" mindset, by the way.

[huckleberrykai]

hueningkai ~ can't keep my hands to myself

pairing: kai x fem!reader summary: your first time with your sweet boyfriend who can't help but think about your pretty hands genre: soft smut + fluff ! warnings: 18+ only!!, fem-bodied reader, pet names (lots of princess i'm sorry i'm weak), lowkey perv kai, cumming in his pants lol, body worship kinda, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected (don't do this lol !), creampie, lots of boob lovin' notes: this is my first attempt at writing smut i still dk if im gonna post it but if ur seeing this heyyyy i did it, i got a bit carried away but damn i want him so bad (update: i'm posting it it's been sat here for like a month lolz) word count: 2.6k (oops) click here for my masterlist!

dating kai was just about the best experience you'd ever had.

sure you were still in the early stages of your relationship - the honeymoon phase as some would put it - but the two of you just clicked so well. he was funny, sweet, tall, and absolutely the most gorgeous man you could have fallen for.

he thought the same about you too. he couldn't believe he found someone so close to perfect as you. he knew nobody was truly perfect, and you had to have flaws, but it was three months down the line and he still couldn't pick out anything that truly bothered him.

your voice soothed him, your words calmed him, your smile made his heart light up like you were his personal sunshine, and your hands... well he had a lot of thoughts about your hands.

it's no secret kai is a touchy person. even before you started dating he'd always be holding your hands or asking you to massage him or run your pretty fingers through his hair. you'd always be happy to oblige, touching him made you just as happy as it did him ~ but over time kai's thoughts began to wander.

he wondered what your hands would look like caressing your beautiful body, or how your nose would scrunch up as your fingers wandered down to play with yourself in the dead hours of the night. he wondered what marks your perfect manicure would make on his back after a night of ravaging you until your legs didn't work. his favourite thought was what you'd look like on your knees in front of him, pretty little hands pumping his thick cock until he'd cum on your tongue ~ all needy for him and his load <3

the amount of time he spent jerking off to the thought of you was far more than he'd like to admit. sometimes he'd even scroll down your instagram to find his favourite pictures to look at while thinking about his naughty fantasies. in a few of them, you'd be wearing a shirt that was a little more low cut than you usually wore, or maybe it would be the ones with you in your favourite miniskirt, your pretty thighs all on display for him. god, he wished he could be buried between them. his face, his fingers, his cock ~ he'd give you whatever you asked for.

the furthest you'd ever gone was grinding on his lap while you made out. he was addicted to the taste of your tongue, and when you started pushing down on his already embarrassingly hard erection... well... the poor boy just couldn't help it.

"ah-"

before he knew it he'd made a mess of himself, and you'd barely even done anything. "are you okay?" you asked, worry crossing your features as you looked at him completely oblivious. he looked panicked, not to mention bright red.

"y- ahem- yes... i uh- i should go actually, i think i have a meeting i forgot about! yeah! it's um... super important! but i'll call you okay? love you! bye!"

he definitely left you confused when he ran out of your apartment, but you didn't question it. either he just got too excited and panicked, or he really did have a meeting to attend. either way, you didn't mind, but he really left you high and dry ~ unbeknownst to you he was running home to clean up the mess you'd made of him, and in thinking about it he made an even bigger mess in the shower >.<

although, the next time you were in such a situation, you weren't letting him go so easy ~

"Y/N..." he whimpered as you kissed his neck, careful not to make too many marks - as much as you wanted to, he did have a strict job after all.

you started slowly grinding down on him as you sat on his lap on the couch, careful not to push him too far too soon. "hueningie," you whispered into his neck, lips not quite leaving his skin. you felt the movement in his throat when he gulped, hands squeezing your hips.

"do-," you cleared your throat, feeling nervous, "do you want to go further baby?" you asked.

cue windows startup sound

you lifted yourself to meet his eyes, and the look on his face was a sight to behold. his plush lips were swollen and shiny from your messy kisses, and his face, sculpted by the gods, had a pink hue. his big eyes were glazed over, but wide and excited as he nodded, "mm, please," his big hands came up to toy with your bra strap that peeked out of the neckline of your kai's oversized shirt. "want you so bad, please let me make you feel good princess, 'm dying to touch you."

"then touch me ~"

that was all he needed to hear before scooping you up by your ass and carrying you to your bedroom. after he plopped you down in the centre of your bed ungracefully, he ripped his shirt off as if he had 30 minutes left to live. you were living for horny kai though - and he'd be blind if he thought you didn't want him as much as he wanted you.

you took off your own shirt and laid back as he hovered over you, pushing his lips to yours in a messy but magical kiss. he still seemed shy ~ but his instincts and need to fuck you overrode all of that.

"can i touch you here?" he'd whisper as his hands grazed your breasts. lost in his kisses and gentle touches, all you could do was nod. "baby, use your words. i want to know that you want this ~" he'd tease, but still with a serious undertone. "yes, please," you breathed out. "you can touch me wherever you want."

god, he needed to pinch himself.

you sat up a little to unhook your bra, then laid back under him. it didn't even take him a second to reach out and pull your cute lingerie away and his eyes blew wide with lust when your cute hands he spend so long dreaming about landed on your breasts.

kai was a boob man through and through, and the sight of you underneath him in only your favourite miniskirt and panties playing with your pretty tits for him drove him insane. as much as it pained him, he pushed your hands away from your chest and took it upon himself to play with the soft pillows. he hoped you'd let him cum on them someday ~ but for now, he'd settle with covering them with his saliva as he licked and sucked on your sensitive nipples.

"ah, kai..." you moaned out. "fuck, kai, please... touch me."

he pulled his mouth away and looked into your eyes. fuck, he could look at you like this all day. "where beautiful?" he teased. he knew exactly where you wanted him, and god did he want to be there too, but he had all day ~ why not tease you a bit?

"mngh, kai please!" you whined. "just fuck me already... wanted you for so long..." a smirk grew on his face when it dawned on him that maybe you'd been after this for a long time too.

"oh yea?" his hands trailed down your body to your waist, just above your skirt. "do you think about me touching you like this?" he asked. you nodded frantically, clawing at the zip of you skirt to get it off. "no no baby, leave it on. wanna fuck you in your pretty skirt ~"

"o-okay."

he'd made you into a mess already ~ oh how the tables turn.

"do you touch yourself when you think about me?" he asked. he flipped up your skirt slowly and played with the hem of your underwear while you strangled out a reply.

"always." you confessed honestly. "always thinking about your broad shoulders and big fingers, 'm wishing you'd shove them in my cunt."

his breath hitched and his confident persona broke down with each word you said - he thought you were so hot right now.

"good girl."

he leaned forward to kiss the shell of your ear and whisper gently while he circled the pad of his thumb over your clit through your panties, earning him a moan into his shoulder as you bit down on it gently. "i think about you too princess, always thinkin' 'bout your pretty hands, what they'd look like around my cock."

you whined as he pressed harder, "more, more please kai- ah!" the second you asked for more, he moved his fingers from your sticky panties and pushed them to the side, running two fingers up and down your soaked folds. "fuck baby, you're soaked..."

he moved himself back again to get a good look at you and pull your underwear off all the way. a thin string of arousal connected you to your panties as he pulled the fabric away from your pretty cunt. he looked like his birthday had come early with the look on his face. he was enamoured by you, and all the nights he spent with his hands on his dick wondering what you'd look like under your cute exterior could never have prepared him for how inviting your pussy looked.

he was pulled out of his daze with your snarky remark, "staring is rude y'know?"

"sorry princess," he apologised. "your body is beautiful, 'want you to know how much i love you..." he came close again, pressing his lips to yours and slipping his tongue between your lips. "so perfect.. all of you" he muttered into the kiss, making you weak in the knees. "mm, love you too ka- oh fuck!"

he nudged your legs apart with one hand and slipped 2 fingers into your sopping-wet hole, moving to scatter little kisses all over your neck, making sure to leave no spot untouched. "ngh kai, ah fingers... so good... shit," you mumbled out some incoherent praises as he thrusted them into you, compliments going straight to both his ego and his dick. he added another finger, then another until you were almost falling apart in front of him. your moans were like music to his ears, and boy did he love music. the straining of his sweatpants was getting harder to ignore as he continued, and he wanted so badly to nestle his cock in your sweet little pussy instead of his fingers.

so he pulled his fingers out of you, causing a whine of complaint to leave your pretty, swollen lips. "w-wha? why did you stop?" you lolled your head on the pillow, looking away from him in annoyance.

kai didn't answer, too busy licking his fingers clean and then trying to push his sweatpants and boxers off. fuck, he definitely needed to eat you out later. "y' taste so good princess, think you can take my cock?" he asked smugly. you lazily moved your eyes to look at him and take in the sight of his gorgeous cock.

he was big.

you watched as precum dripped down the side and he pumped himself a few times to smear it around.

"fuck... yeah i can take it," you replied unconvincingly. "you sure?" his facade dropped - he really didn't want to hurt you, and wouldn't do anything unless you were 100% sure you wanted it. you reached out to grab his hand and nodded. "please kai... need you inside me."

he squeezed your hand back in response and leaned over you once more, rubbing the tip of his dick against your folds. he pushed the tip in slightly and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "if it hurts, tell me and i'll stop or slow down okay? i don't want to hurt you."

your heart fluttered at his caring words. that familiar butterfly feeling was everywhere; in your tummy, in your heart, and especially in your pussy as kai pushed himself in slowly. he moved in to kiss you and eagerly swallowed every moan you released like it was the only thing keeping him alive. with another whine from the both of you, kai bottomed out and pulled away from your mouth to kiss your chest again. the hand that wasn't holding yours found it's way to your nipple - pressing and rolling the bud as he sucked on the other one. he moaned against your chest as your gummy walls clenched around him at the stimulation.

"please- ah, kai please move."

he didn't need to be told twice. slowly he set a steady pace, working you up as he built up speed.

"ah, Y/N" he whined. his moans and whines where heavenly. "so pretty for me baby, so so good," his thrusts quickened. with how wet and warm you were and your soft tits in his hand, he wasn't gonna last long. sadly, he pulled his hand away from your boob to trail it down to your clit, rubbing quick circles as he fucked you so good ~

"kai! fuck kai.. m' gonna cum- AH fuck right there just, ah!"

he watched you face as you fell apart on him, just as drunk on the smell of sex and overwhelming stimulation as he was.

"that's it princess, cum for me.. shit, m' gonna- fuck, can i.. ah- inside? please?" you nodded hastily with a squeeze of his hand, your orgasm washing over you intensely as he kept thrusting.

he didn't mean to.. manhandle you, but as you were mid-orgasm, he sat back and grabbed the underside of your thighs - lifting your legs and pushing your knees up to your chest so he had the best view of your puffy cunt and cute tits bouncing as he thrusted quicker and harder to chase his release. you whined again - partly at the overstimulation of his cock pumping you full and partly at him moving you and using you however he liked. it was hot. you were a mess, skirt bunched up around your waist, face fucked out and laid bare all for him <3

"that's it, fuck, you're so perfect for me. like your pretty pussy was custom made just for me, huggin' me so well... all mine right? fuck, baby."

a few seconds later you felt him finish inside you, filling you to the brim with his warm seed that he's wanted to cover you in for months. his grip on your thighs loosened, leaving red handprints behind in reminder of his love as you legs flopped back down. he couldn't help but be mesmerised as he watched his cum drip out of your used hole. he'd watch this all day if he could - filling you up over and over again just to watch you drip with his love.

"what'd i tell you about staring, handsome?"

he giggled, plopping down next to you and pulling you into his arms. "you're so beautiful, i love you so much, thank you for sharing that with me," he mumbled into your hair. you later learned that this would be a regular occurrence, hyuka got so clingy and cuddly after sex ~ not that you'd ever complain.

"i love you too kai."

you pressed a kiss into his hair and let him float kisses around your chest softly. he kept one arm around your back and let the other one wander back up to your breasts, massaging the bite marks he'd left behind. "so so perfect, how did i get so lucky?" he looked up at you again, that boyish sparkly glint in his eye that just screamed 'i'm so in love with you'.

"come on, we should shower. we can shower together if you like?" you offered, finally feeling the layer of sweat and saliva on various parts of your body, not to mention the cum drying on your thighs, almost definitely spilling onto your crumpled skirt.

"mmm," he hummed, his face now resting in your boobs, "gimme 5 more minutes, wanna cuddle."

~ and how could you say no?

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