#thank u this made me cackle so hard

[konjkitkatty]

bat is so gonna get touched

she doesn’t like competition

[funnywormz]

Oooh you should do the cold lady from the lil guy show for character bingo... i don't know her name. The one you like. Profile pic

You know... her ∩ with the face like

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BINGO!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED GRONK

(her name is the groke (mörkö in finnish, mårran in swedish)!!!! she is my favourite girl creature of all time i adore her so much....... first encountered her in a moomins book at like age 6 and i have not been normal since <3)

[flemingsfreckles]

Newlyweds

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: You and Jessie finally get married, when you get home, your original plans get derailed by your sleepy wife

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of sex (fingering), getting walked in on, no detailed smut, non sexual nudity, showering together,

WC: 1.6k

A/N: this ended up soft and fluffy, I thought about taking it the smut route but I didn’t, sorry I know yall love some smut, I also finished writing this just now and I’m just gonna post it, it’ll edit it if I find errors but it’s very possible they’re in there.

Jessie was practically cackling as she ran down the hallway of your home toward your bedroom with you cradled in her arms.

“If you fall you’re going to get us both hurt Jessie.” You tried to protest when she went to pick you up outside the front door.

“It’ll be fine! Plus it’s a tradition thing.”

“I think the tradition is the groom carries the bride through the door, last time I checked we’re both the bride.”

“Shhh just let me do it.” You had, reluctantly let her pick you up, bridal style, walking you through the door of your house. It only took 3 steps for Jessie to in fact trip over the rug that sat at the entrance.

Thankfully neither of you were hurt, she had managed to catch both herself and you before either of you hit the floor.

“Jessie!”

That’s what set her off laughing. And she couldn’t stop, she was hysterically laughing as she kept moving, using your body to push open the bedroom door. By the time she placed you on the bed you were laughing too. You couldn’t help it, your wife’s laugh was contagious.

“I cannot believe you almost fell.” You shake your head looking up at where she stood next to the bed. Going limp she flops down onto the bed next to you. She’s laying on her stomach, looking at you as you lay on your back, turned to the side to look at your wife.

“Hi wifey.” She whispers to you, the biggest toothy grin across her face.

“Hi wife.” You lean in and kiss her gently.

You both lay, just staring at each other, soaking in the fact that just a few hours ago you had officially gotten married.

The two of you had joked for so long that you practically were married, being together since you were 17 and 18, you had stayed together falling in love with each other more and more as the time went on. Now being 25 and 26 you finally had done it, in front of all your friends and family, you were married.

As you stare at her you notice her eyes starting to flutter closed, then she’d open them with a couple hard blinks, before they’d start to droop again. The sight is adorable, Jessie’s sleepy face gently placed on the bed.

“Let’s go to sleep Jess”

“No, we’re supposed to, ya know, consummate the marriage.” She cracks her eyes enough to look at you and wiggles her eyebrows.

“Babe, I think that tradition is more for people who didn’t sleep together before marriage, we’ve been having sex for like 8 years.”

“But still, we’ve never had sex as wives.”

“What do you call the fingering in the reception bathroom then?” You counter.

You weren’t too proud of it, but something about seeing Jessie in her tuxedo declaring how much she loved you in front of everyone you both cared about, turned you on. You couldn’t help yourself but to whisper some filthy words into Jessie’s ear as both of you sat having dinner. The two of you had snuck off to a bathroom during your reception to have a moment to yourselves, one thing turned into another and before you knew it Jessie had you sitting on the sink, her fingers under your dress and inside of you.

Jessie’s face turned red at the memory.

“That doesn’t count as consummation, no one finished.” She argues with you.

“That’s not my fault, you can thank your sister for that.”

Jessie’s little, but thankfully adult, sister had come looking for both of you. The photographer needed you both for photos with your brand new wedding bands. You thought you had locked the door when you walked in, turns out Jessie had already made an attempt to lock it, meaning you unlocked it. She had looked everywhere, before she opened the bathroom door, seeing her older sister between your thighs, your dress hiked up around your waist and Jessie’s hand between your legs.

“Oh, you two are disgusting.” She clasped her hand over her eyes. “Wash your hands and both of you get out here, the photographer needs you!” Jessie had been mortified, being caught by her sister of all people, she would’ve preferred a teammate. You had laughed it off and dragged your red faced wife out of the bathroom.

The party continued on for a few hours after and while you were still very turned on by your wife, the exhaustion of the day started to sink in not exactly leaving either of you in the mood for what you knew would be multiple rounds of sex.

You watched as Jessie’s eyes continued to flutter shut each time they shut they stay closed for longer and longer until you’re pretty convinced she wasn’t going to open them again.

“Hey,” you gently nudge her shoulder and her eyes crack open. “Let’s go shower and get changed.”

“But I’m so comfortable here.”

“Come on babe, we can have our first shower together as wives.” Saying the word wife and it not being a joke anymore made you smile.

“So cozy in the bed.” She mumbled as her eyes closed again.

“Alright, hang on.” You stand up, moving over to the side of the bed closest to her, you scoop your arms under her shoulders and the other under her knees. She doesn’t protest as you lift her and carry her into the bathroom.

You gently place her on the floor and give her a kiss. “Let’s get you undressed.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Jessie smirks at you.

“No, you were just falling asleep on the bed.”

She pouts at you, arms crossed. You gently take her wrists, undoing the cufflinks of her dress shirt and then sliding off her tuxedo coat. Your fingers move to the buttons on her vest, undoing those and helping her remove it. Lastly is her dress shirt, she works from the top down as you work to undo the bottom of her shirt. Your hands meet in the middle and she pulls the shirt off and quickly follows it with her sports bra.

���My beautiful wife.” You lean down placing kisses across her exposed skin. While your mouth stays kissing her chest, your fingers move to her belt, undoing it and sliding it out from her pants. She undoes the button on her slacks and lets them fall to the floor. You hands find the elastic of her boxers and you slowly pull them down. Moving your head from her chest you place kisses along both of her thighs as you remove her underwear.

“You’re turn.” She says, you turn away from her to allow her access to the zipper and ties on your dress.

Jessie’s hands find the top tie and begin undoing the knot. “Have I told you enough how beautiful you look?” She says as her fingers move to the next tie. “Absolutely stunning, you took my breath away.” Her hands then move to the zipper, undoing the rest of the dress. She brings her hands up to where the top of the dress sat. She begins pulling it off of your body, similarly to your actions she brings her lips, placing them on every inch of skin on your back she exposes pulling down your dress.

Jessie extends a hand to you to help you step out and over the dress. “Wow.” She takes the time to look you up and down. You had bought a new set of lingerie for the wedding. It was a lacy white set, one you knew would make your wife crazy. “Where did you get this?” Her fingers work into the straps of the bra.

“Oh you know, just something I had lying around.” You joke with her. Her eyes are locked on your chest. “Quit staring, I’ll put it on again tomorrow for you to fully enjoy.” The comment had Jessie biting her lip, likely thinking of what she’d get to do to you after a good night's sleep.

You move your own hands to your bra, unclasping the back while Jessie’s thumbs hook into your matching panties and pull them down your legs. She comes back up to meet your lips with hers.

You both stay for a second, grinning at each other, both overwhelmed with happiness. You pull away to start the shower, while you wait for it to run warm you pull Jessie into your arms, hugging from behind. You turn the two of you toward the mirror above the vanity.

“Look at my wife.” You point in the mirror at Jessie’s figure in front of you.

“Ehh she’s alright but look at my wife!” She teases you back, pointing at you in the mirror.

“I love you, wife.”

“I love you, wife”

Your arms release her, giving her a quick squeeze with your hand on her shoulders. “Let’s hurry up and shower so we can sleep and then tomorrow we can do all the consummating you want.” You give her a wink and she quickly follows you into the shower, the two of you having a moment of peace and relaxation after the day’s festivities. As you looked at her in the shower, you couldn’t help but think how it was just the two of you, and that was all you would ever need. You and her.

[fleurmiss]

ೃ⁀➷ only you, my girl

- ,, neteyam x fem reader

- ,, you think neteyam is extremely attractive, others do too , its fine! you get it! but what happens when they cross a line ?

- ,, warnings - neteyam is head over heels for u, jealousy and the attitude that comes w it, fluff , all this happens before the events of awotw.

-‘๑’- dark red - steve lacy

Neteyam has always shown so much interest in you, and made his courting so obvious, but why do people still not get the damn hint?

Currently you are walking on a huge tree branch, high above the ground, with Lo’ak, Kiri and Spider. Neteyam isn’t here, much to your dismay, because he has “ Future Olo’eyktan duties” as Lo’ak likes to call it.

“it’s almost eclipse, let’s start heading back” Kiri mentions and for once, Lo’ak and Spider agree and make their way home without causing too much of a fuss

“woah guys, you barely even whined about having to go back home so early today, whatsup?” you question laced with sarcasm as you hear Kiri chuckle and nod in agreement with you.

“we don’t want to keep you away from your boyfriend for too long y/n, we all know how cranky my brother gets without you” Lo’ak adds and Spider cackles, thinking this is so super funny.

You shove Lo’ak and tell him to shut up, and that Neteyam’s not your boyfriend, and he doesn’t get cranky.

Your relationship with Neteyam was quite.. obvious , yet complicated. Both confused teenagers in love yet don’t know how to confess it, nothing was official, but everyone knew you were off limits, you were Neteyam’s girl.

you are clutching your stomach in pain from laughing too hard when you enter the Sully’s cave, wiping a tear from your cheek wondering how on pandora could someone be so stupid as lo’ak and spider.

You hear the laughter die down and your eyes set on a pair sitting together in the gathering room of the cave, Neteyam and Rini.

You eye both of them in confusion, so does Lo’ak, Kiri, and even Spider. You feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach but not in the good way, you don’t like how close Rini is to Neteyam.

“Guys, Rini caught me on the way back to our cave and said she wanted to hang out with everyone, hope no one minds?”

The four of you shake your heads and make your way to the pair to sit down with them. It was odd, Rini wasn’t good friends with any of you, maybe Neteyam? No, you would know. Why does she suddenly wanna hang out with us? Neteyam is often times too nice to say no, maybe he couldn’t deny her? You wonder if the others question the same, and maybe they do, judging by the looks on their faces.

“y/n” you hear your name in neteyam’s voice, he pats the spot next to him, the opposite side of where Rini is sitting, you don’t want to sit next to him, to be petty, but you oblige anyways, oblivious to the female na’vi glaring daggers at you, Neteyam gives you a bright smile, now that you got his attention, you’ll have it the rest of the night.

Neteyam embraces you in a warm hug, his hands sneaking around your waist as he whispers into your ear “missed you, you look good”

you smile shyly and open your mouth to thank him, but someone else beats you to it

“Neteyam! This cut on your arm looks terrible!! Are you okay? How’d you get it?!”

God. Her voice is annoying, why is she yelling? Neteyam is literally next to her?

You eye Kiri and she rolls her eyes at Rini, you stifle a laugh and Neteyam notices, smiling sweetly at your antics, momentarily forgetting Rini was even there, until he is bought back to his senses.

“Oh this? It’s nothing just a scratch”

“Do you want me to patch it up for you?”

Your eye twitches, you try to have a normal conversation with the other three, trying your best to ignore the two sitting right next to you, but Rini makes it unbelievably hard with her screeching voice.

“No I’m g-“

“I insist” Rini touches Neteyams shoulder and gives it a squeeze, you look at Neteyam and he knows it, you’re pissed. You stay quiet and enjoy the show infront of you.

“I’ll have y/n help me later Rini, it’s alright.”

“Oh- Oh yeah okay” she deflates, but you have a feeling deep down, this girl isn’t giving up so easily. You wonder who put her up to this. Her mother? Grandmother? Friends? Toruk Makto’s eldest son’s mate does have a nice ring to it, despite the length, but that title’s yours, she knows it.

You all are laughing at Lo’ak and Kiri arguing about who Spider likes better when Neteyam rests his head on your shoulder. You feel your stomach explode with butterflies again, the good kind.

“Tired?”

“mhm” Neteyam mumbles, you reach your hand up to the braid dangling infront of his face and move it behind his ear. Your romantic little moment is interrupted yet again by the same culprit from last time.

“Neteyammm, it’s so dark! Will you walk me to my cave?” Rini latches onto Neteyam’s arm and gives him a little tug thats powerful enough to have him pulling away from you and get him to stand up.

“Uh-“ Neteyam looks at you for approval, you’re not looking at him, instead opting the floor was a better option. Neteyam is no fool, he knows why you’re upset, he gets it too, if some random man was leeching onto you like Rini is, he’d be upset, hell, he’d be crazy. He doesn’t like that expression on your face, he doesn’t like when you’re sad, because of him too.

Neteyam look’s over to Lo’ak and Lo’ak immediately gets on it. “Bro don’t worry about it, Kiri, Spider and I will walk Rini to her cave, we know you’re tired and wanna be with your girlfriend”. Lo’ak smiles and winks at his older brother.

This throws Rini offguard.

“Thank you guys. Rini, see you around”.

“Awh Neteyam it’s a shame you couldn’t accompany me, y/n keeps snatching you away from me and if i’m correct.. she isn’t even your girlfriend.. you should spend more time with me and my friends!” Rini smiles slyly, her tone innocent but her intentions show clearly. Rini hugs Neteyam and whispers something in his ear, which you’re sure she said loud enough for you to hear on purpose.

“If you ever do need a mate that will actually commit, you know your options” she winks and pulls away from his embrace as the group starts to walk outside, irritated.

You stand up abruptly and walk past Neteyam who stood there dumbfounded.

“Y/n” He grabs your wrist to stop you from walking any further.

“Let go Neteyam, I wanna go home” You hate how wobbly your voice sounds when you speak right now.

“y/n, are you crying?” He sounds so worried it makes you even sadder

“i’m sorry baby, im sorry, i didn’t know she was gonna act like that” he pulls your head into his shoulder and strokes your back comfortingly.

“don’t call me that.. im not your girlfriend, and i don’t care how she acts” you say, though your tone and quivering lip betray your words

“y/n..” he pulls you away and cups your face with his gentle hands, afraid he would break you if he was any less gentle “cmon look at me” you meet his gaze and his eyebrows furrow at the sight of your slightly red but watery eyes

“you know you’re the only girl i ever want right? you’re so special to me y/n..why don’t you see that, i want you to be mine so bad, every morning i wake up and pray to Eywa to finally have let you see how desperate i am for you. why must you let someone like rini ruin your day?”

you sniffle, and Neteyam thinks its so cute he could kiss you right now, but he holds back.

“but i am yours nete” you say, unintentional doe eyes looking up at Neteyam that make him melt, he can’t hold himself back anymore .

Neteyam leans towards your face, held by his hands, and he stops right infront of your lips, asking for permission, waiting for disapproval “kiss me y/n” it sounds like a plead, like he’s almost begging, so you do.

you feel your head explode, his lips are so soft, so perfect against your own and you question why you didn’t do this before.

you pull away but neteyam chases after your lips and captures them again. You finally pull away and rest your forehead against his. Neteyam gives you another kiss that lasts shorter than your previous, “i see you, y/n”

you look up at him through your eyelashes and smile slowly

“say it back” he whispers against your lips and you almost give in.

“are you sure? you don’t wanna explore your other options?”

“you are the only option, ever.” you smile.

“i see you, neteyam” and you kiss him again, he whines into your mouth and you have to stop yourself from giggling at the sight of our future olo’eyktan being putty in your hands.

- you hear a sob from outside and later realize Rini stayed behind cuz she thought Neteyam would leave you and go after her but oh was she wrong

- loak, kiri, and spider dont even realize rini is missing and they start talking shit abt her once they know shes gone

- anytime rini saw u and neteyam after this, she would always have her fists balled up and bottom lip quivering

- she thought she still had a chance with neteyam after her eavesdropping on his confession but everytime yall hung out neteyam would be so clingy that eventually she realized he was too inlove with you

- fuck u rini hah hes mine btch

[pepsiboyy]

Could you do one where the boys are on a tour (in Australia maybe😏) and the reader gets like a backstage pass for her and he bff and reader is talking to Chris in the meet greet(earlier cause of the pass) and Chris seems to take interest in her so he slips his number in her pocket and she eventually finds and called the number confused and he picks it up and then after awhile of them talking back and forth Chris asks her out and they start dating blah blah blah (sorry for the in Australia maybe lol I just want them to do a tour here so I can meet em)

SAVE MY NUMBER.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: the triplets are finally having an abroad tour and the reader purchased vip tickets with their best friend to meet them. what happens when she finds a stray set of numbers on her postcard when she gets back to the hotel? warnings: cursing, use of y/n!! a/n: thank u for the request love <3 i hope this is awesome sauce !! i tried so hard to make this enjoyable LOLL but i think it may have come out ok!! <3 lowercase intentional !!

my fingers anxiously picked at my shoes with one hand as my other hand scrolled through instagram.

"come on, y/n, aren't you excited!?" my best friend, harper, exclaimed as she gripped my shoulder and shook me rapidly.

with a soft nod and a small chuckle, i nodded as i locked my phone and let it fall into my lap. "of course i am. i'm just tired of sitting here."

we had been sitting in the sun on the side of the venue in line for the last hour and a half. it was that point in the day where the sun was beating directly onto us.

i had managed to get my best friend and i some tickets to the triplets' tour with the meet and greet pass. counting down the days was grueling, but we finally made it and the hardest part was now. waiting outside to be let into the building.

"it'll be worth it. who even cares?"

i nodded softly as i looked her up and down. she was decked out in purple, some purple stars drawn on her cheeks under her eyes and some purple cargo pants with a let's trip tee and some white air forces.

i, personally, was drowning in orange. with an orange crop top and deep gray ripped jeans, my outfit was topped off with orange nike high top dunks and an orange belt. my friend had helped me out with the orange stars, mine on the opposite side from harper's.

"y/n, the line is moving!"

i turned my head to harper, being ripped from my thoughts before quickly standing to my feet and moving up in line.

the line moved slow, but it was something.

we still had a long way to go.

-

the line for the meet and greet felt like it was forever, but as we got closer, i felt like no time had passed at all. i could see them every once in a while through the lit cloth between the line and the boys, and my eyes shifted to harper. "dude, we're almost there." i chuckled, trying to keep myself as calm as possible as harper made noises i didn't even know were humanly possible.

"y/n, i don't know what to do or say, i think i might shit myself."

i slammed a hand over harper's mouth and let out a cackle, shaking my head. "shh, say that less loud." i scoffed and before i knew it, harper was next in line.

my hands toyed with the orange belt that helped my jeans hug my hips, my eyes glued in front of me as i watched the three boys.

the three boys i watched at first every once in a while when they appeared on my for you page, but i quickly became a huge supporter of the triplets, and they were somewhat a coping mechanism for me when things were hard.

and now i'm meeting them.

"next!"

i shot harper a smile and tapped her shoulder. "you got it!" i smiled brightly and waved as she approached matt.

i felt a lump develop in my throat. this was bad.

it wasn't a crying lump, but an anxious lump. unfortunately, when i get nervous, i can't help but ramble and yap.

"next!"

no way time flew by that fast. as i approached matt, i swallowed and smiled brightly as i felt like each step that i took was in slow motion.

matt's arms opened and i quickly stepped towards him and hugged him tightly. "hi, matt," i breathed, taking a deep breath as the reality of the situation began to settle.

"what's your name?" he asked softly, picking up his photo and signing it quickly.

"oh, it's y/n," i breathed, the smile on my face so wild you could have probably found me in a horror movie.

"nice to meet you, y/n. i hope we haven't kept you waiting too long?" he questioned, and i quickly shook my head.

"i'm just happy you guys are here," i breathed and smiled brightly at him before my expression fell. "oh my god a picture-" i scrambled to reach and get my phone from my back pocket, opening my camera and lifting it up.

two bright smiles later, matt pulled me into one more hug and smiled brightly, while i wished him luck on the rest of the tour.

i turned to see nick and smiled brightly, pulling him into a deep hug. i always had a theory that nick gave the best hugs of the three. so far, my theory was correct.

"hi, friend!" nick cheered, signing his card and smiling at me. "your star makeup is so cute, your friend had the same thing, no?"

i smiled brightly and nodded, biting my lip. "yeah, she did them for me actually! she's the best." i smiled and pulled out my phone.

"i'm so glad you guys could come." he stated as he wrapped an arm around me and held up a thumbs up in the camera.

i smiled brightly as i pulled away and gave him one last hug. "you guys are amazing. i just thought you should know, i'm proud of you guys. good luck tonight!" i told nick as i pulled from the hug. nick shot me a soft and quick thank you as i was rushed off to the final triplet.

christopher sturniolo.

i felt my entire being crumble the moment i took a few steps forward.

of course, i loved all three of the triplets with everything i had.

but chris.. i related to him in many ways and always found my eyes gravitating to him while watching their videos. he's a silly guy, and it doesn't help that i find him insanely attractive between the three.

"you in there?"

my eyes shot to chris as i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding.

i literally just spaced out in front of chris, who waved his hand in front of me to snap me out of my trance.

not to mention i'm decked out in his color.

"hi!" i squeaked, and he pulled me into a hug.

i bit my lip as i hugged him tightly, taking a deep breath.

the hug lasted for a little longer than needed, but i wasn't complaining.

not sure if it's because it's chris or not, but i think nick has some competition for best hug.

"i like your outfit," chris stated softly as he pulled away from the hug. i smiled brightly at him, and i couldn't tell if i was gaslighting myself or if he licked his lips while looking at my orange self.

"thanks, i don't really wear much orange," i stated and i felt my face heat up.

"it's definitely your color more than it is mine. consider wearing it more often?" he asked, writing on the card and pausing before deciding to hand it to me. "wanna take a selfie?"

i nodded quickly and shakily took out my phone and began to raise it, but chris carefully took it from my hands and raised it himself, wrapping his other arm around my shoulders softly.

he took about four photos and handed me the phone back.

after signing the card, taking a little longer than usual, he looked me up and down one more time.

we stood there for a few moments, simply looking at each other and i noticed my friend waving at me from behind chris, about ten feet away.

"you're gonna do great tonight," i quickly said to him, and he simply smiled at me and nodded, running his fingers through his hair to adjust his bangs.

holy fuck, this guy isn't real.

"i'll do great because you came. thanks for coming." he stated softly, and brought me into a tight hug.

i bit my lip hard as i hugged him back, taking in a deep breath.

-

the night went incredibly well. the show was enjoyable with the games they all played, and i told harper about the interaction i had with chris.

harper was in the shower. i had just gotten out, my pajama pants and small black tshirt hugging my body perfectly as i laid against my bed in the hotel.

i turned to the postcards, smiling brightly as i took them into my hands and admired them. i turned them in the light to look at the layered marker, holding them towards the lamp. as i got to chris's, i noticed some writing on the back through the light and my heart jumped out of my chest.

i threw myself up off the mattress and flipped the postcard over, feeling my heartrate pick up at the phone number written against the back.

"dude, the shampoo in there is awesome. you weren't kidding." harper stated as she dried her hair in a towel as she sat in front of me, also in her pajamas. "you okay?"

i looked at her and slowly held up the card, pointing at the number.

"holy fuck, is that..?" harper trailed off, and i bit my lip.

"oh my god, i need to call it." i stated as i searched for my phone under the comforter, quickly retrieving it and dialing the number.

i put my phone on speaker as i looked at harper, my leg bouncing anxiously.

"hello?"

my heart sank.

"h- hello?"

i mentally cursed at myself for stuttering.

"who is this?"

"uhh, it's y/n, i found this number on the back of my postcard-" i was quickly cut off.

"y/n!" he cheered. "it's chris."

"are you fucking for real?" i whispered, biting my lip.

"yes ma'am." he chuckled, and i shook my head. there's no way this is fucking happening right now.

"i know it's late and you guys probably have jet lag, so i'm sorry, but i just found it-"

"it's fine, really, i was running fortnite with matt." he stated quickly, cutting me off.

i snorted. it made sense.

"well, get a victory royale ok?"

"for you, i will. save my number, i'll text you." chris stated, and i looked at harper who was in utter shock.

"right, yeah i will." i stated quickly, and hung up afterwards.

silence overcame harper and i before i bit my lip and we both screamed at the top of our lungs at the same time.

there was no way this was real.

-

my eyes were beginning to shut as the video of the triplets from a few weeks ago seemed to be watching me.

i turned to harper, who had fallen asleep a little while ago and blinked a few times when my phone vibrated and chris's name appeared on my screen.

a bright smile took over my face as i began texting him, and my night was made even more. somehow.

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 04 - Upside down

Genshin Impact - Gorou x Itto

With his legs hooked around a thick tree branch, Gorou slowly lifted his torso, getting his head up to his waist’s height.  “Thirty-two… t-thirty-three…” Gorou grunted, clenching his hands behind his head while he pulled his body up again and again. 

Itto, on the other hand, leaned comfortably against a nearby tree. He simply continued to enjoy his extra sweet lollipop and to casually watch the general’s workout session. 

Regular soldiers would do something like running laps around the camp and do push ups. Gorou, however, wasn’t a regular soldier. He was the general. And this meant that a regular workout session wouldn’t do it for him.

Still, did he really need to hang himself upside down?

“Are you done? We are going to be late for the festival, pup,” Itto whined, his words slightly muffled by the candy in his mouth. 

His words made Gorou frown - but since he was upside down, could it be called a smile? Itto chuckled at the thought, only noticed Gorou said something and he ended up totally ignoring it. Oop. “H-how many again?”

“I said- ugh, thirty-nine- hahh, t-that I will do one- forty!” Gorou gasped, relaxing his body and letting it hang as he tried to catch up his breath, “...I will do one hundred. I’m almost halfway, you can go first if you want.”

“What?!” Itto stomped like a child throwing a tantrum, “it will take too long! Can’t you finish it later?”

“You know that’s not how it works- I mean, I hope you do,” Gorou scoffed a giggle, swaying a little in his place, “and it’s not like it’s my fault, you’re the one-”

Crack.

Gorou widened his eyes, his ears twitching in response to the slight creaking sound. To his surprise, it wasn’t the branch giving to his weight, but his boyfriend losing his patience. “H-hey, Itto, what are you d- AH!”

A giggle, or rather a scream, bursted out of Gorou’s lips when Itto reached out to waist, squeezing it with both hands while trying to pry him off the tree. “I-ITTOHohoh!” The general laughed in panic, his muscles far too sore to properly fight back. 

“I’m gohohoing to fall!! Stahahap!” Gorou pleaded, his legs being the only thing keeping him from his clingy, needy boyfriend. Still, Itto didn’t seem to really worry about such a scenario.

The oni continued to play with the Gorou’s stomach, sides, hips, waist and even some of his ribs - all conveniently hung right at his face’s height. “That’s the goal, pup,” Itto grinned, tickling Gorou’s lower sides with his long, sharp nails, “but don’t worry, I’ll catch ya before you do!”

“WAHahahait!! I’m nohohot done yehehet!”

“Yes, you are,” Itto mumbled, tugging a little harder at Gorou’s body and groaning at how surprisingly hard taking him down was proving to be. Well, desperate situations call for desperate measures. 

The last thing Gorou heard was Itto gasping, taking a huge amount of air into his huge lungs. Then, that awful noise followed by an unbearable tickling.

“PFFFFFT!! ~”

“Y-YOHOHOU JEHEHERK!!!” Gorou cackled, squirming like a worm in the hook while Itto buried his face into the general’s warm tummy, nuzzling and blowing one raspberry after the other.

All Gorou’s brain could process was the electric-like feeling running a thousand miles per second throughout his body, shutting off any defenses and taking away any control he had over his own limbs. 

When he was back to his senses - a couple seconds later, for the record -, Itto was already carrying him around, his body hanging over the oni’s shoulder.

“U-ugh,” Gorou groaned, trying to look up to his partner’s face, “couldn’t you at least let me shower?”

“No can do, pup, you waste too much time playing on that tree,” Itto giggled, ruffling Gorou’s hair with his free hand, “now, to the festival we go!”

A/N: It's been a reaaaaaally long while since I wrote anything for Gorou, so I apologize if he is a little ooc here. Itto too, ofc, but I feel like it's harder to mess him up while writing.

Anyway, thanks for sticking by for another day! See you tomorrow!

[venusbby]

hi!! hope you are doing well <3

congratulations for 200 followers, you deserve even more🙏🏻 for this event can i have no.6 with sae, but the reader says the line? it will be amazing imo , and thank you for your hard work!!! take care of yourself, xoxo (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

midnight

🍁 character & prompt : ITOSHI SAE // #6. "i've never seen you smile like that before."

note: thank you so much for your love ! <3 have a great day and i hope u like this !!! # drabble game prompts here

summary: your boyfriend hates the idea of letting you go out alone at night. even if it's a one minute walk. and even if it's for ice cream.

the warmth of his hand radiated throughout your whole body as you walked side by side on the empty street, in contrast to the chilled air of the clear night.

"you seriously didn't have to come with me," you mumbled, gesturing to the small bag in your other hand when sae hummed in question. your footsteps coordinated with each other's. left and then right. you felt silly when you realised how it made you smile to yourself.

"i wanted to. i needed a breather anyway." he replied, voice raspy. neither of you had talked much on the short walk to the supermarket, with your stomach yearning for the taste of your favourite ice cream and sae following after you with his hands buried in his hoodie and his head kept low in an effort to be hidden.

your midnight cravings were maybe a little ridiculous. but sae wasn't one to complain. especially when you were so insistent on not letting him tag along, saying 'sae, it's just a minute away. i'm gonna be fine.'

no way in hell would he ever let you go somewhere alone at this time. so he told you to shut up and wait for him as he threw on a hoodie and slipped on the shoes that were easiest to wear. he felt relieved that he was spending the night at your place. if he wasn't there, you'd still go alone for your beloved ice cream and he just can't stand the thought of not being with you.

he had also realised that he never knew your favourite ice cream flavour.

not that he was supposed to know from the very beginning.

because your relationship hasn't even reached its five month anniversary. not until next month.

not that he remembers the date.

he does. he's waiting for it. he's thinking of what he should do for you. he almost considered asking his brother for help until he became annoyed. how dare his brother get into a relationship before him?

but now he knows your favourite flavour.

and he knows how loud your laugh is, because you just laughed out of nowhere and it's booming through his ears because the neighbourhood is so quiet.

"sorry. the cashier's face when he saw you— it was so funny," you cackled, not bothering to think about the people who were probably sleeping in the houses that you passed by.

"he definitely thought he was seeing shit. the guy's probably been working all day." sae said with a hint of a chuckle.

the thought made you laugh harder for some reason. you grabbed his hand tighter and stopped in the middle of the street, right under the streetlight, hunching over and laughing your heart out. sae looked at you and saw your slightly guilty expression as you couldn't stop.

he smiled.

it was not his fault that your laugh was so contagious and your cheeks looked so cute when you smiled wide.

you started to quiet down from the sudden laughing fit when you noticed his smile.

"i've never seen you smile like that before."

sae blinked. was he smiling?

"noooo, why'd you stop smiling now?" you whined, getting cut off by sae when he gently but swiftly placed his finger on your lips.

"shhh. people are sleeping." he played it off, looking below at the bag in your hand. "and your ice cream will melt."

you smiled and kissed his finger. he retreated with instant regret. still, he liked that.

"sorry," you sheepishly replied. "your smile is just.. something."

"whatever. let's go home."

you hummed, continuing the walk. this time, you both walked faster.

but you couldn't stop yourself from saying it. your face felt warm when you stared at your partner. he avoided your gaze and looked forward with a twitch in his lips.

"i'm gonna bring that pretty smile on your face again. just watch."

he exhaled. you grinned.

it's not going to take a long time for you to make him smile once again— he knows that deep down. and he's happy that you're the reason for it.

🍄 taglist: @hyomagiri @yoimyas @beanxiv <333

[mykoreanlove]

Heey can I ask for a very domestic scenerio for Taemin? Like his wife is at home with their baby (who is a boy and looks exaclty like Taemin) and then he comes home after a show, event, concert whatever and just chill together...Thank you!!

I am sorry it took me so long - here it is, hope u like it :) thank you for reading my work, really appreciate it <3

You took a concerned glance at the clock hanging on the pastel-colored wall – 11 pm.

“He should be home soon”, you muttered to yourself as you held your sweet baby boy in your arms. Life changed drastically ever since you became a mother, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You thought you’d love Taemin with all of your heart, but your little boy taught you a whole new level of love.

“Don’t you wanna go to sleep, Jongi?”

Big brown eyes looked back at you, cackling joyfully. Your baby was not only a direct replica of Taemin in regard to looks, but also personality. The little boy was cheerful most of the times, smiling widely and brightening the day of everybody around. People couldn’t get enough of this little fella, always visiting and gifting him stuff.

“You know he looks exactly like his dad?”, your mother teased. “Is there anything of you in him?”

“Well, I hope so”, you replied as you swayed him from side to side.

12 pm.

Cries filled your apartment as the little one was getting impatient.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Do you miss your daddy? He should be home any minute, Jongi.”

Sadly, that promise wasn’t enough to stop the energetic cries, so you started swaying him while walking through the big apartment. Jongi was used to falling asleep to Taemin’s voice – he always sang him to sleep. “Daddy’s gotta sing for his fans tonight, sweetie. They also need him, you know?”

More cries.

Even louder ones as if he had understood what you were saying. An idea flashed through your mind.

Quickly, you played a video of Taemin giving an acapella performance on the TV. Jongi squeaked in excitement as he recognized his dad on the screen. You placed a kiss on his head and smiled: “same, honey, same.”

Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as his dad was filling the room with the loveliest serenades. It didn’t take you long to join him in slumber, after all motherhood was one hell of a beast.

You felt plush lips on your forehead as you slowly woke up, trying to make sense of your surroundings. “Y/N, sweetheart. I’m back.”

A big smile formed on your lips. You never doubted he would come back to you but every time he did felt magical. “Did my little boy behave?”

Taemin sat next to you and took Jongi from your arms, cuddling with him on the couch. “Your little boy was getting cranky because he couldn’t fall asleep. He needed his daddy’s concert badly.”

“Is that why you’re replaying old videos of me?”, he motioned to the TV.

“Yeah”, you nodded tired. Taemin kissed his son and whispered silently: “I am so sorry it took me so long, Jongi. I hope you didn’t give your beautiful momma a hard time, though. Because that’s my job.” He laughed diabolically.

“Hey”, you pouted.

“Come here, baby”, he invited you to lay next to him.

You crawled over to the two most important men in your life and laid your head on Taemin’s arm, sighing contentedly.

“Hey”, he whispered. You tilted your head to look up at him – you could tell that he was exhausted, yet deeply grateful. Taemin kissed you tenderly, enjoying every second with you and his son. He rubbed his nose with yours while holding your hand. “Did you enjoy the concert?”

Taemin nodded. “Yeah, I did. But I couldn’t wait to get home as soon as it was over. I missed you so much. I missed Jongi. You guys are my whole life.”

Moments like these were common for you, Taemin was very vocal about his love and appreciation. “Baby”, you whispered. He looked at you with deep compassion. “I mean it. I really, really mean it, y/n. You are everything to me.”

Moments like these made you think about creating a sibling for Jongi right this second. “I love you”, you whispered. Taemin closed his eyes with a big smile and started singing soundly – your family ritual to drift off to sleep.

[elli3luvs]

falling in love at a coffee shop [ELLIE W]

summary: the barista at the coffee shop has you in a grip. even though you hate coffee.

genre: fluff

w.c: 1.3k

a/n: this is my first time writing in a looonnngg time so sorry if its not that good! lmk if you want a part two <333

Coffee was disgusting. The bitter-tasting bean couldn't be covered up with even copious amounts of milk and sugar. You hated the way it hit your tongue, spreading over every single taste bud and lingering there. Your face pinched with every single splash of liquid. Dina rolled her eyes every time but you couldn't help it.

There were only two things that made you come back to the coffee shop day after day. The way it smelled was one of the two reasons. Even as a proclaimed coffee hater, you could admit the smell of the roasting beans was good.

The only other reason was the barista that was behind the counter. From the first day, Dina dragged you to this shop, your eyes were locked on the barista. She was in your opinion the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. The way her hair fell over her face as she ground the coffee beans and steamed the milk was like a piece of art to you.

You wondered if this was a normal thing to do. To put yourself through what you considered mental torture just so you could glance at the barista every couple of minutes.

Dina knocked your leg under the table once again. You grabbed your cup to stop it from spilling, "Dude, you're staring. Again." You finally peel your eyes away from the auburn-haired barista to look at your friend.

"Is it obvious?" You whisper and she rolls her eyes. Her expression is going to get stuck like that one day.

She puts her pen down, stopping her studying to look at you with a pinched expression, "You remind me of a man right now. Staring at the poor girl just trying to do her job," You lean back in your chair, nibbling at your bottom lip, "We have come here for the past four days, in a row might I add, so you can stare at her. I have spent over 30 dollars in four days on coffee! Stop being a pussy and ask her for her number!" She stares at you, waiting for your reply.

You shake your head. What kind of person does she take you for? Surely she knows you well enough to know that asking someone out is one of the things you would rather die than do. Dina groans at your reaction, rubbing her fingers on her temples to soothe the oncoming headache.

"I, like," You start to explain your side to your friend who has her head rolled back with an exasperated expression pulled on her features, "What if she doesn't like girls?"

Dina suddenly cackles loudly at that, "She has a fucking forearm tattoo!" She noisily replied. The coffee shop patrons turn to look at your table. Dina just smiles at them.

You could crawl up and die.

You peer over your shoulder to see the barista looking at you two with an amused expression. When she catches your eyes she chuckles and goes back to steaming the cup of milk in front of her.

Dina doesn't look the slightest bit remorseful. She even looks a bit proud of herself, "Well, at least she knows we are talking about her now."

"I'm literally going to end your life."

---

You should've ended Dina's life when you threatened it a couple days ago. It could've saved you from facing the same coffee shop alone.

About 15 minutes ago you received a text message from your friend, one that you wish you didn't read until it was too late.

FROM. DI &lt;3 bought some coffee to-go but im studying sooooo hard rn… pick it up for me?

TO. DI &lt;3 no

FROM. DI &lt;3 please :( please :( please:(

please :(

Please.

PLEASEEEEE

TO. DI &lt;3 if i go get it will u shut tf up?

FROM. DI &lt;3 THANK U!!! btw it's under ur name so hot barista knows who u are hehe MWAH!!

You stood in front of the pickup area, fidgeting with your bracelet as you waited for the barista to make an appearance. You check your phone again to see it's been around 4 minutes since you arrived. There weren't any drinks on the mat so you could just grab and go, with no interaction at all. Sadly not. You began to wonder if the barista had decided to quit mid-shift as the minutes continuously went by with no view of her.

You turn around to look at the store hours on a sign sitting out front when the wooden floors creak behind you, "Oh?" You hear a voice.

You turn back around. It was her. Your heart felt like it was about to fall out at the sight of her. She had her auburn hair up in a half-bun and her t-shirt had rolled-up sleeves, showing off her sleek muscles. If you didn't know any better you would've thought you were having a heart attack from how your chest feels.

She looked at you with confusion plastered over her features, "Can I help you?" Her voice was the perfect mix of gravelly and deep. It was perfect. She was perfect in your eyes.

"Um," You scratch your arm nervously, "My friend said she put a to-go order in under my name."

Her laugh catches you off-guard. Your eyes shift around the small shop as you wait for her to explain her sudden onslaught of giggles. Tears prick the side of her eyes as she continues to laugh.

"Uh…" She calms down slightly, holding her stomach, "We don't do to-go orders. Your friend definitely lied to you about that but I can just take your order if you want me to?"

You really should kill Dina when the chance arises. Tonight does seem like a perfect night to become a murderer.

You snap out of your thoughts. Deciding to be a normal person, you reply with a smile, "Yeah… that works too," She motions you to come over to the register, "Can I just get a-"

She cuts you off, "Iced latte for you and an Americano for your friend?" She looks at your surprised face with a bashful smile, "I may not take the orders but I do make them and well… you and your friend have ordered the same thing the past four times. Now five."

You let out a small laugh, "We are both creatures of habit."

She nods, "Me as well," She licks her bottom lip, leaning on the counter, "What's the name of the order?"

She smiles as she gets your name, writing it down on the cups, "You have a pretty name. It will only take me a couple minutes to make these so you can sit if you want to."

You nod as she turns her back to you but you can't help but feel ecstatic at her calling your name pretty. Was this flirting? Or was this just normal conversation? God, this sort of stuff flew right over your head. The last time anyone said anything about you was pretty was when you first met Dina around four months ago. She said your hair was pretty as she sat down next to you in class. But this felt different. Maybe it's because of how undeniably you were attracted to this barista. It made your head spin as you went over the interaction a million different times.

Her calling your name out is the only thing that snaps you out of overthinking.

"Here you go," She hands you the drinks with a smile, "Hope they are good."

You take them, "They always are," She rubs the back of her neck at your words, "Thank you! See you later?"

Was that weird to say?

"Yeah, see you later."

Maybe not.

As you make your way out of the shop, you look down at your iced latte to take a sip when you notice black sharpie on the top.

In awful chicken scratch handwriting was the message of your dreams.

Call me? Ellie xx

With her number right beside her name.

Maybe Dina's shenanigans weren't always bad. She gets spared another day.

next part

[f1-disaster-bi]

⋆˚࿔ “i can’t…” prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁹⁾ “i can’t stand him. please bail me out of this, i’ll owe you forever.”

That just screams norstappen to me 😂😂😂

Max was surprised that Lando actually made it an hour into the date before the SOS text came through on his phone. "I can't stand him" was the first text, and that one had Max slipping out of their bed. "Please bail me out of this" was the second text that arrived just as Max was slipping into his runners and searching for the keys to their flat. "I'll owe u 4ever" was the last message that Max got as he started to jog down the street. Max had the routine down by now. He knew exactly how to run his fingers through his hair to seem distresed, and where to pinch the inside of his elbow to make his eyes water just a little. He knew Lando always took these first meetings for possible clients at the little cafe down the street, always sitting outside in case he needed to send SOS texts. He had already spotted the other. He was facing towards Max, and he was sure he was struggling not to show relief on his face. To stop himself smiling, Max pinhced his arm hard, letting the tears build up. "Lando!", Max shouted out, running towards the two figures, trying to seeem frantic, "Lando, you have to come now" "Hey, we're in the middle of something", the client sneered, reaching for Lando's wrist but Max was faster. He was already tugging Lando up from the seat before the other man could touch him. He made his breath sound shakey, sniffling a little as he did. "It's our sister", Max pretended to stumble over the words, "There's been an accident" Lando, always the better actor between them, played the part of shocked and concerned well. Max watched as he dropped a few notes on the table, babbling through fake tears as Max kept up his own act and then, before the other could react, the two of them were running back the way Max had come from. They didn't stop until they were far enough away and Lando had started laughing, stumbling into Max until they ended up pressed together in a door way. "I love you so much", Lando choked out through giggles before kissing Max sweetly, "Thank you so much for that. That guy was a creep. He wanted much more than a fake date. I think he wanted to take me to a murder basement" The exaggeration had Max cackling because he knew the company Lando worked for was throrough with their research and background checks. There was no way Lando was in any danger, and the company wouldn't be mad that Lando denied the job. They only required Lando to meet with clients before deciding.

It was a weird world that Lando worked in. Max had been a bit confused when Lando had explained that he worked as a person for hire and even more so when he realised it wasn't a sex thing. It was Lando getting paid to be someones fake date or fake husband, a fake familiy member or friend for funerals or just as a person to support someone through awkward events where it was better to be seen with someone than be alone. "As if I'd let you get murdered in a basement", Max laughed, pulling Lando close to press a kiss against his forehead as the other relaxed against him, "I'll always come rescue you" "I know", Lando whispered back softly, smile pressed against Max's jaw as he left a gentle kiss there, "Always my hero"

[mabelstone]

hello babie

little angst fic in light of the new matt pics? gruffy stubborn horknee matt? a little christmas miracle?

love u miss u

hi sugarpie miss u more

hope this suffices <3 i couldn't think of a 'christmas miracle' i am sorry xx maybe i'll write a soft christmas fic after this

18+ ofc, you know me by now

Nobody Compares to You

matt stone x reader

word count: 2.1k

***

Being with a prolific near-billionaire with a ridiculously successful TV show and a close-to cult following has its downsides. The copious amounts of groupies, stalkers, etc, etc. Not to mention that he's the textbook definition of a workaholic, which often meant you would go days without seeing each other due to your conflicting work schedules, despite sharing the same bed each night.

You knew this going into your relationship with him and you swore you wouldn't have it any other way.

That was until you found out about the new hire at South Park Studios. A painfully beautiful, bubbly young woman around your age, funny and oh, so intelligent. To your dismay, everyone in the studio had grown very fond of her, including your beloved boyfriend. The part he failed to mention was that she was now his personal assistant, hence why she would text him at inappropriate hours and was practically glued to him each time you visited him at work on one of your days off.

You could look past the groupies and die hard fans as you knew they wouldn't ever stand a chance. But a young woman so full of life, someone who made Matt cackle the way only you and his friends could unearthed something deep inside you. An unmistakable hatred for this girl, though she hadn't done anything wrong, per se. This created a rift in your relationship with him, and though you wanted to blame her, it was painfully clear that it was your doing.

One day you'd surprised him with lunch, taking in a container of his absolute favourite meal that you'd slaved over all morning.

"Oh, thank you, gorgeous," he'd kissed you tenderly, though his words to follow suggested he wouldn't be eating it any time soon. "I wish you'd called... Belle and I just got Chinese, I'm stuffed."

Your smile faltered, peering over at the twiggy blonde tapping away at her laptop with her long, neon orange nails. "I wanted to surprise you. My mistake."

Belle looked up intermittently with an unreadable expression, "yeah, so sorry. What was your name, again?"

"Y/N," you shot her a fake smile that was about as friendly as a kick to the jaw. He mustn't talk about me often. "Ah," was all you could muster, a pang of disappointment flooding your veins.

"I'm sorry," he frowned lightly, a gentle hand taking yours. "I'll have it for dinner! You know me so well."

"So you'll be staying late again?"

"At this rate, it's a safe bet," he smiled sympathetically. He looked tired, no surprise. You sometimes selfishly wished that he'd get a bad cold or something so he'd be forced to stay home with you. "I'm really sorry."

"Meeting in five, Matt," Belle spoke up, her tone a lot friendlier than it was with you.

"I'll get out of your hair then." You didn't say bye, instead speed walked to your car, fuelled by your rage toward his assistant.

Matt: Not even going to say goodbye to me?

Matt: This isn't my fault

You: i just didn't know you were having lunch dates with your assistant

You cursed yourself straight after your message sent, realising just how ridiculous you sounded. Like a jealous teenage girl.

Matt: Lunch date? You mean having lunch with your coworker is now considered a date?

You: does she even know you have a girlfriend?

Matt: Do I really have to share my personal life with my assistant? She does, yes. What has gotten into you?

You: she gets to spend every minute of every day with you

Matt: So this is about her? Don't be so jealous, this is a work relationship.

Matt: Gotta go.

Your eyes blurred with tears as you drove home in silence, your jaw ticking in frustration. You couldn't help but wonder if you were in the wrong. Surely he would have had to pick her as his assistant, right? Why couldn't he have picked a man. Or, as awful as it sounds, a girl who wasn't so attractive. Or maybe a girl who wouldn't have graduated the same year as you.

He got home at 11pm, a bit earlier than you had anticipated. You couldn't sleep though, your mind running wild at the possibilities. With all the time spent with her and away from you, would he fall for her? Would he stop loving you? Was she planning to whisk him away from you? Was your little argument today just pushing him further into her arms?

He walked into your bedroom and didn't say a word. He walked straight into the ensuite and locked the door before you had a chance to speak, closing your mouth immediately.

When he came out, he looked visibly more relaxed, newly grown out curls dripping beads of water onto his skin. He sat in front of you on the bed, only a towel keeping him decent.

"Care to tell me what that was earlier?" His voice was stern, eyebrows slightly raised.

"You tell me," you tone was unwavering as well, arms folded across your chest.

"I wish I could," he huffed, the frustration clearly creeping back. "I can see that you're jealous. But I think theres a bit more to it, isn't there?"

"I miss you."

"Of course I miss you too. But I have to go to work. I can't control the hours!" He raised his voice slightly. Maybe there was more to this for him, too.

"We haven't had sex in two weeks, Matt," you sighed, looking toward the ceiling as that awful, sad feeling reared its ugly head again. "You used to want it- need it, every second day, at least."

"We haven't had time!" He sighed now, running a hand over his face. "I've had to... deal with it myself."

"Does your assistant have to be there for that too? Does she add it into your calendar?" You bit, meeting his eyeline again, that now had narrowed on you, angry brows knotted together.

"You are a brat, you know that?" He spat, appearing as if he were about to double over in anger.

"I'm a brat, huh?" You laughed humourlessly, shaking your head at him. "I spent all morning cooking for you. Every day I do all the cleaning after I've been working all day. I iron your clothes for the next day and have them ready for you every night before I even think to do anything for myself. Before I even have dinner!"

He just stared back, not interjecting for a change. His expression softened as he let you get it all out.

"I have done that for you for four years now! Four years! But I'm a brat, huh? All because I miss you and yes, I'm upset that you have a pretty new assistant. I'm upset that she spends all day with you, gets to have lunch and sometimes dinner with you. She gets to eat and laugh with you, all the while I come home to our house alone. I go to sleep alone and wake up alone. Do you know the things I would do to have lunch with you just once a week? The fact that I'm even explaining myself is ridiculous, I-"

Your rambling was cut short but warm lips pressing gently against yours. Your hands instantly found damp curls, fighting the urge to cry at the fact he was finally at your fingertips, and not when he was snoring beside you in the small hours. He was finally there, finally, you had his undivided attention.

His fingers quickly hooked into your panties, pulling them off in one autonomous motion. He wasted no time disconnecting your lips, positioning himself between your thighs. His warm tongue flitting over your clit sent a shockwave of electricity through your body, a sharp gasp from your lips piercing the overwhelming tension in the room. You grabbed a fistful of his hair without a second thought, grinding down onto that beautiful face. The coarseness of his beard scratched your inner thighs, sending a chill down your spine. With your eyes screwed shut, you moaned his name just as you had imagined for nights on end, his own groan vibrating against your core. You opened your eyes when you thought he'd pulled out your vibrator, soon realised it was just his phone buzzing somewhere on the bed spread. He didn't slow his motions, continuing to lick dizzying stripes across your clit. You felt around for his phone, wishing you hadn't when you saw her caller ID on the screen.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Mm, what?" His voice was muffled against you, only pulling away when you pulled your hips away. "Oh, come on. I can't control when she calls me, babe. It's probably something really important."

You realised you weren't angry at him, but absolutely livid with her. You just had a gut feeling about her. You knew girls like her, you could tell from he minute you laid eyes on here. She just wanted to climb the hierarchal ladder that was your beloved boyfriend. Unfortunately he was going to have to figure that out on his own. You couldn't help but give him the cold shoulder that night.

***

Things had slightly improved between the two of you. You'd been intimate more frequently, things often getting so steamy that one time he'd bent you over the kitchen counter, resulting in very burnt chicken for dinner.

For the sake of your own sanity, you'd stopped torturing yourself with your imagination over his beautiful assistant. He loved you, he was as faithful as they come.

Matt: I'll be home in 30 xx

He'd messaged you that two hours ago. You were worried you'd have to start calling police stations, but he finally responded to your missed calls with another text.

Matt: Long story. Talk soon.

He returned home an hour later, the door slamming behind him. You startled from where you sitting on the couch, having stress drank through half a bottle of red wine at this stage. He scooped you up from your position on the couch, eliciting a loud squeal of surprise from you, followed by the thunk of your wine glass hitting the carpet, effectively painting the rug crimson.

"Don't worry about it," he breathed against your skin. "Missed you," he trailed kisses along your jaw and neck, your breath hitching when he would hit your sweet spots.

"Mm- what happened at work? Where were you?" You grabbed his jaw in an attempt to slow him to no avail. He continued to carry you to the bedroom, physically in front of you, but mentally somewhere deep between your thighs.

"Don't worry about it," he echoed, placing you down onto the bed. You felt a little worried - he only got like this if something really stressful happened. He was usually great at talking about his feelings, especially when something happened at work.

He continued to kiss down your body, trying to strip your clothes with such haste you could barely keep up.

"Babe- stop. Stop." You huffed, finally getting a grip on his tireless wrists. "What happened? Were you with her?"

Then he came back into his body, eyes narrowing on yours. "We're seriously still on this?" He groaned, sitting back on his knees. "I fired her."

"Fired her?!" You couldn't hide the surprise in your tone, but masked the happiness very well. "Why? I thought she was a hoot, no?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now," he sighed. Catching your expression, he realised you weren't going to let up until you had the full story. "Jesus- okay, she tried to make a move on me. Happy? You were right." He rolled his eyes.

Now you were beaming. You thought you'd be more upset, but his obvious disgust debunked that thought immediately. "Say that last part again."

"You were right," he rolled his eyes again, playfully this time. "Now take off your clothes."

"Yes, sir!" You laughed too, stripping off your clothes so fast, you'd miss it if you blinked. Immediately, he was on top of you, a growing hard on pressing into your thigh.

"Nobody compares to you," he mumbled against your lips, stripping his boxers without taking his eyes off you, drinking you in. "Nobody."

His words warmed you to your core, words you didn't know you needed to hear. Despite the intensity leading up to this moment, he slid himself in slowly, stretching and filling you inch by glorious inch. You arched your back into the feeling, bare chests rubbing against one another.

"I love you," you breathed, grinding gently into him, both of your hips connecting in slow synchronicity. His warm arms surrounding you, pulling you impossibly closer.

"I love you," he kissed you slowly, "so, so much."

You felt more connected than you had in weeks, months, even. And in that moment, you too though, nobody compares to you.

you know me by now. no proof reading sozzy and this ending sucks balls... but its dry out here

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I will KILL to have more karma content from u literally 🤗🤗

♡︎Playfighing bf! karma +scenario

Going easy on you? Not a chance.

He's going to tackle you, sit on you, trip you- man is an absolute menace.

Will smile when you try to tackle him and he'll hold your wrists and smirk down at you.

WILL NOT STOP TEASING!!

" C'mon, I'm standing still baby, attack me."

As soon as you rush towards him he dodges you. Pinning your arms behind your back and kissing your neck while you struggle to be free.

Will shamelessly start flirting with you.

"You're so cute when you're sweaty"

You be out of breath, huffing and heaving while he's flawlessly not even bothered. Dodging every move like it's nothing.

This mf will start giving you tips during the fight.

"Your footing is off babe, try a different stance."

Smiling through the whole thing.

That is until you manage to pin him to the ground and he's genuinely shocked. Like actually flabbergasted that you even managed to lay a finger on him.

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"Looks like you got me princess" he tries to move but still can't get up. His was way stronger than you, so how were you pinning him down like this?

His face went pale when he saw your expression.

You held the same sinister smile he does, placing your hand to his sides to prepare for an attack.

"Wait hold on now let's talk about this" he raised his hands in defeat, smiling nervously.

Then you started tickling him, and it was over. He squirmed and cackled under you, attempting to pry your hands off but it was no use.

When he saw his chance he swiftly changed positions. Pinning your hands above you so that he would be on top and have all the control.

Now it was your turn to panic while he deliberately raised his arms to your sides just like you had done. You flinched when his finger made contact with your stomach.

"Looks like someone is sensitive" he smirked, and proceed to attack your sides with a series of tickles.

"Karma- s-sto-p" you squirmed under him, laughing so hard that tears formed I'm your eyes.

"Oh has my princes had enough?" he cooed and lifted you princess style.

"You're a menace you know that?" You poked his cheek, and he put your finger in between his teeth.

"I'm your menace"

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A/n

This is the first request I've received, and I cannot explain how happy I am rn.

Thank you so much to everyone for the love and support!

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!!

Requests are open.

[rip-us-xoxo]

Georgie- George Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 27, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Warnings- FLUFF

Prompt is in bold: “You’re too good for the world”

A/N- This is for @/dracodear‘s lucky number sleepover & writing challenge! Sorry it took so long!

Enjoy!!!! And I hope you like it Olivia!

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1st Year

“Georgie, let’s just go,” you heard Fred Weasley say from behind you. “What are you wearing, Weasleys? Hand me downs?” you heard a Slytherin boy cackle, making his friends cackle. 

You were sitting down at the Hufflepuff table, talking with some of your new friends when you heard the bullying. As a true Hufflepuff (as your friends liked to call you), you embodied what Hufflepuff was all about. The sorting hat did sing “You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuff’s are true And unafraid of toil;” and that’s exactly what you were. 

Now, you had exchanged words with the Weasley twins, but the words that were coming out of the vile Slytherins mouths were making you feel like they were your best friends. 

The words were making you very angry inside, so angry that you needed to go and do something about it. 

“I’ll be back,” you told your friends with a smile before putting on a determined face and walking over to the scene. 

“Hey!” you called out, making all of the students stare at you. You gulped, “Don’t make fun of them! That’s not nice!”. 

“That’s not nice!” one of the Slytherins mocked and took his knee off of the bench that it was leaning on and walked over to you, towering over you, “Whatcha gonna do about it, Huff?”. 

You gulped once more and your eyes flickered over to the boys, locking eyes with George for a few seconds before looking back up at the Slytherin, “What you were saying to him was not okay, and I came to put an end to it.”. 

You shivered at the look that the boy gave you before laughing and pushing you ever so slightly but making you tumble backward. “Oof,” you grunted when your butt hit the ground. 

He and his group all threw insults at you about how you were “a weak Hufflepuff” before turning around and leaving you there with everyone looking at you. You started to try and get up by yourself but you heard someone quickly scurry over to you and before you knew it, you were being pulled up by your bicep off of the ground. 

“Are you okay?” the person asked. You looked up to see George Weasley, one of the two boys you were trying to defend. “U-Um yeah, I’m sorry,” you said sadly and looked down. “Hey, it’s alright, thank you for defending us. My family isn’t too well-liked by purebloods, which is what all those boys are,” George said while patting your shoulder. You looked up into his eyes but quickly looked back down. 

Your face went red and you turned your body slightly toward him, still looking down, “I just don’t understand why everyone can’t be nice to each other, it’s not that hard.”. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. You smiled at his laugh and looked back up at him, “I’m Y/n.”. 

“Yeah, I know, we have herbology together,” he informed and thought back to all of the times you were praised for being a child prodigy in herbology. 

“Oh, well, I’ll see you later George,” you said with a smile that made his heart thump before giving him a quick hug, not even giving him enough time to hug you back, before letting go and running back over to your friends.

2nd Year

“Georgie!” you screamed as you watched your red-headed friend fall off of his broom after getting hit in the chest by a bludger. 

It was only his second game of the year, or, ever, and it was against Slytherin, who was never fair during quidditch matches, so someone was bound to get hurt. You just hoped that it wasn’t going to be George, but from the gasping of everyone in the crowd to the boy literally on the ground, you knew that he was the unlucky duck. 

“Excuse me!” you shouted while walking through the crowd in the Hufflepuff stands. You got to the stairs and quickly climbed down before running onto the field. To your horror, George was knocked out on the ground. 

“Ms. Y/l/n, move! We need to get Mr. Weasley to Madame Pomfrey!” Madame Hooch declared and motioned for you to help her. You put your limp friend on your shoulder, his other arm slinging around Madame Hooch, and you both headed off for the hospital wing. 

You were panicking the whole time, you immediately thought the worst, contrasting the positive mindset that you had about everything. 

“Madam Pomfrey! We had a bit of a mishap during the quidditch match,” Madam Hooch announced while you both laid him down on one of the beds. “Oh boy, a bludger, I’m assuming?” she pitied while looking at his face that had scratches all over it from the impact he made with the grass. 

“Exactly that, the poor boy was doing great, but he got a little distracted and missed the bludger heading straight for him,” Hooch cooed while patting his face, “Well, I have a match to get back to refereeing. I’m sure Weasley will be fine, I’ve seen worse.”. She took one more look at him before patting you on the shoulder and walking away. 

“Will he be okay Madame Pomfrey?” you asked, voice shaking from your nerves. “Yes, he will be just fine, Ms. Yl/n. As Madame hooch said, there has been much worse,” she said while finishing up cleaning his cuts. 

After the final dab of alcohol she stood up and studied him for a few moments, “He should wake in a few hours.”. 

You breathed a sigh of relief and watched as she walked away before grabbing a chair and sitting beside him. “Thank Godric you’re alright,” you chuckled and studied his sleeping face, “Well… kinda, I guess, I don’t know.”. 

Your nerves were getting to you again, but not because of the fact that George was hurt, it was because you were just near George. You’ve recently been slipping up while talking to him, always being mesmerized by his very handsome face. You would get all blushy when you two were close, not something that used to happen before. 

You stayed there for hours, watching as people walked in and out and occasionally talking to George. “Ms. Yl/n, it would be a good idea to go back to your dormitory. You’ve been here all day, you should go and get some rest,” Madam Pomfrey coaxed, but you didn’t budge. 

“I don’t want to leave him here, he’s my best friend,” you informed her with tears brimming your eyes. “Go get some sleep, Y/n,” you heard a tired voice say from beside you. 

Your head shot sideways and you smiled brightly when you saw Georges smirking, and slightly concerned face. “Georgie!” you exclaimed and jumped to hug him. 

He grunted and hugged you back, pouting small when you pulled away. “How long has she been here Madam Pomfrey?” George asked. 

“Since ten in the morning, I’m afraid. She hasn’t left your side all day,” Madam Pomfrey recounted. George looked over at you with a look on his face that said “Really?”, but it was like you were stupid, stupid to be there all day with him. 

“What? I was terrified! You think I was just going to leave you here?” you asked perplexed. He shouldn’t be surprised that you stayed all day with him, it’s just in your nature to take care of people. 

“Go and get some rest, Y/n, I’m fine,” he beseeched and made a motion with his hand, telling you to go. “Are you sure you’re alright?” you questioned, not believing him. You wanted to make sure he was at 100% before you left him alone. 

“Yes, Y/n, I’m fine!” he assured you, “Go and sleep, please, for me?”. He made puppy dog eyes that he knew you couldn’t resist. 

“Fine,” you breathed out after his cuteness became too much. “Thaaank you,” he mused. You gave him a small nod before slowly, and reluctantly standing up from the chair you were sitting in. 

You turned around quickly so that you wouldn’t look at him anymore, you felt bad for even leaving his side. You walked hastily out of the hospital wing and got pretty far down the hall before your guilty conscience started going a million miles a minute, making you feel horrible for leaving him there. 

You stopped in the middle of the hall, fiddling with your fingers, debating whether you should keep walking or if you should go and sit with George. You started bouncing up and down, the guiltiness eating you alive. 

You let out a whine before running back to the hospital wing. George looked at you disappointed when he saw you walking toward him. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t leave you,” you apologized and sat down next to him before laying your head down on his stomach. 

“It’s alright,” he chuckled, “just get some rest.”. You nodded your head before letting out a cute yawn and drifting off to sleep.

3rd Year

“Georgie, that’s too funny!” you laughed as you, Fred, George, and Angelina were walking through the corridor. “I am pretty brilliant,” George boasted, laughing too. 

“Ah shit!” you heard someone groan from across the corridor. Your head looked toward the direction of the words to see a Slytherin boy looking down at a bunch of books scattered all over the ground. 

You left your position beside your friends to go and see if he needed help. “What do you think about that, Y/n?” George asked before looking sideways to see that you weren’t there, “Y/n?!”. 

He looked over to see you walking toward the Slytherin boy and quickly followed behind to make sure that he wouldn’t touch you. Fred and Angelina followed closely behind too, to make sure that George wouldn’t do anything stupid. 

“Are you alright? Do you need help?” you asked the boy. He glared up at you, making you gulp. It was the boy who bullied the twins in your 1st year. “I don’t need help from a dumb Hufflepuff,” he seethed and bent down to pick up his books. 

“Now you listen here!” George growled and walked toward him, but you placed your arm in front of him, holding him back. “It’s alright George,” you told him. 

“But he just insulted you!” George chided and pointed toward the boy who was struggling to pick his books up from the floor. 

“Here, let me help you,” you told the boy, ignoring George. You picked up some of his books and stood up at the same time as him, handing his books to him. He took them reluctantly from you and looked over at his friends to see them laughing at the scene. 

“Stupid huff,” he mumbled and stomped back over to his friends. “That’s it,” George seethed and pushed past you. 

“George, please don’t! He’s probably just having a bad day!” you called out after him. George turned toward you and walked back to you, “How could you be so optimistic? He just called you stupid!”. 

“Yeah, Y/n, I couldn’t see a good reason why he called you stupid even if I wanted to,” Fred chimed in, Angelina nodding in agreement. 

“Everyone has their bad days. And besides, it’s not worth hurting someone for it. Kindness always wins,” you informed them and grabbed George softly by the forearm, pulling him closer to you. 

“I can’t believe you,” George scoffed, amused by just how optimistic you could be. You gave George yet another smile that made his heart thump, as did every other smile you gave him. 

He just rolled his eyes, trying to hide the red that flushed his face, and walked ahead of the three of you to lunch. 

4th Year

“Georgie!” you called out after George, flower crown in hand. He turned around to see yellow robes running toward him, making him immediately smile. “Yeah?” he asked, watching as you finally got up to him. 

“I made you this,” you told him sheepishly and held out the flower crown. “Thanks!” he beamed, “What’s the occasion?”. 

“Well, I thought I might make something for my new boyfriend,” you told him, giggling when you saw blush spread across his cheeks. “Well, I love it,” he told you and set it on top of his head. 

“How does it look?” he asked and struck a funny pose. “Lovely,” you giggled and walked up to him. “Hold on,” you said and stood on your tippy-toes to adjust it on his head, your tongue slightly sticking out because of how hard you were focusing. 

You looked down slightly to see that you and George were face to face, and also that George had been staring at you admiringly the whole time. You became shy under his gaze and quickly looked back up, “There,” you breathed out and looked back into his eyes. 

He smiled slightly at you before grabbing you by your waist, catching you by surprise. “Now or never,” he mumbled and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks before pressing a kiss onto your lips. 

Although you two had been dating for a few weeks, you two hadn’t kissed yet. You didn’t know when it would be the right time because this was both your guys’ first relationship, you didn’t know how any of it worked! 

Once George pulled away, you frowned a bit, already missing the feeling of his lips, not knowing when you would be able to feel that again. 

“Wow,” he breathed out and looked at you. “Yeah, wow,” you giggled, causing him to giggle too. 

“When can we do that again?” George mused. You just laughed and shook your head before pressing another quick kiss on his lips, catching George by surprise. 

“Later Georgie,” you giggled and ran past him. George looked around, blushing like mad, making sure that no one saw the state he was in; A complete and utter mess for you.

5th Year

“Georgie! Don’t put that in-!” was all you got out before George poured a random ingredient into the potion you were supposed to make, making it explode. You and George both froze while Fred’s laughter erupted from behind you both. 

“Good job George!” Fred cackled, “Now Snape’s gonna have your head!”. And Fred wasn’t wrong, within a matter of seconds, Snape was in front of you both scolding you two. 

“I assume it was your doing, Mr. Weasley. Putting… whatever you put into the potion!” Snape scolded him. 

The wave of guilt went through you, although it wasn’t your fault at all, you didn’t want George getting in trouble. You should’ve just stopped him and not have let him pour that ingredient into the potion. 

“No, Professor Snape, I did it,” you told him shakily, making Snape’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. You were one of the best-behaved students in his class. “Well, Ms. Y/l/n, I guess I will be seeing you in detention after class, and taking 5 points off of Hufflepuff,” Snape ordered and gave you and George a glare before walking dramatically back to his desk. “Dangit,” you whispered and slumped back in your chair. 

“Why would you do that, Y/n?!” George scolded you, “We both know that I did it! Why would you take the blame?!”. “I didn’t want you getting in trouble,” you shrugged and looked into his eyes. 

He just sighed and pulled you into a hug. “You didn’t have to,” he whispered and put his head in your shoulder, looking down at where he was stroking your bicep. 

“I know, but isn’t that what girlfriends are for?” you chuckled, making George look up at you sadly. “Thank you,” he mumbled and kissed you on the cheek. 

“I’d do anything for you, George,” you proclaimed and kissed him on the cheek.

6th Year

“Georgie, help me please,” you laughed as you walked up behind him where he was standing by a tree talking to a few quidditch teammates. George turned around and started laughing as well, “Looks like you’ve got your hand full there,” he chuckled. 

You had 5 first years all hugging you at the same time. Over the past year, the first years have come to like you a lot. Ever since you helped one girl with her homework, all of them asked for your help and now every day you’re hanging out with first years, which you don’t mind. 

“Do you think we could sit here? It’s the biggest tree for shade and it’s pretty sunny out,” you asked him. “Yeah, of course,” George said and motioned toward the ground. 

You gave him a thankful smile and looked down to the first years piled on you, “Alright guys, sit down and get out your books.”. They all quickly let go of you and sat down on the floor before rummaging through their bags. 

You sat down too and looked up to see George still standing there, his quidditch mates now gone, just looking at you. “You wanna stop staring at me and sit down? Maybe help me a bit?” you laughed and motioned toward the 5 eager first years. 

“Sure,” George chuckled and sat down behind you, spreading his legs out so that they were on either side of you. He then scooted up and pulled you into his chest so that you had room in between his legs to write down things for the first years. 

You giggled a bit and leaned back, holding a book up so that you could read it. The first years’ assignment was to read one of the sections in their textbooks and answer questions for History of Magic. 

“Alright? Who wants to read first?” you asked the students. One of the girls, Alexia, immediately raised her hand. When you nodded your head and motioned for her to go, she smiled and took a breath before beginning to read. 

After everyone got a turn to read, including you and George (who didn’t want to read at all but did it because you asked him to), you all started answering the questions. But unfortunately, that is when George started getting ancy. 

“Y/n, are we almost done?” he whined, bouncing his right leg. You put a hand on the bouncing leg, making it immediately stop, “No, George, we have 20 questions to answer, and then they have a potions essay to write.”. 

George groaned and threw his head back, his right leg starting to bounce again. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” you told him softly and brought your hand behind your head to pat him on the cheek, “I’ll be fine by myself.”. 

A few minutes later, you heard snoring coming from George. You felt bad that he was sitting on the ground sleeping, but then again, these first years needed your help. You sighed and kept helping them, but trying to stay as still as possible for George. 

“No, I want to stay with you,” he whined and put his head in the crook of your neck. You just giggled and went back to helping the first years. 

Around 3 hours later, as the sun was beginning to set, you decided that it was enough homework for today. 

“Alright, guys! Good job today, I’ll pick you up from the great hall at the same time tomorrow and we can keep working on your potions essay!” you told them as cheerily as possible, you were tired out of your mind. 

“Thank you, Y/n!” they all said in unison before each of them giving you a tiny hug, considering that George was behind you, fast asleep. “Bye guys,” you whispered and gave them a tiny wave as they all ran off. 

You chuckled when you heard the snoring from behind you get louder. “Georgie, wake up,” you whispered and maneuvered your body around to face him. His face almost hit the ground when he woke up, “What, what?! I’m up!”. 

You giggled at his quick reflexes and blushed when he looked at you, he looked adorable. “Oh, hi, love. How long was I out for?” he asked before yawning and outstretching his lanky arms. 

“For about 3 hours, I’d say,” you told him while looking down at your watch. “Oh okay, wait? Where are the first years?” he asked, noticing their absence. 

“They just left, I’m gonna help them again tomorrow, if you want to come and snooze on me again,” you joked and ruffled his hair. “Sorry about that,” he apologized. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. You’re like a giant cuddly teddy bear,” you giggled. “Oh yeah?” he chuckled and tackled you to the ground, making the both of you roll around on the ground while laughing. 

“George!” you laughed as you had rolled around for probably the 5th time. He stopped and hovered above your face, “Hello,” he giggled and placed a quick peck on your lips before hopping up to his feet and outstretching his arm to you. 

You took his hand and he pulled you up quickly, making you fall into his arms. “Now let me get you back to the Hufflepuff common room and then I’m going to sneak into the kitchen to get some cookies,” he said and put his elbow out for you to link with. 

“How gentlemanly of you,” you giggled and linked your elbow with his before walking into the castle.

7th Year

“Georgie, do you have everything set?” you asked him as he was packing his bags to leave Hogwarts. The plan would be set into motion in about 3 minutes. “Yep, I think so,” he sighed, his voice laced with sadness. 

He turned toward you and grabbed your hands, “Why can’t you come with me? There’s enough room in the flat above the shop! You could get out of here, Umbridge will never hurt you again and you can be with me!”. 

You looked up at him, eyes starting to brim with tears, “You know I can’t. I can’t leave the first years behind. They need me.”. 

He nodded sadly and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. “I’ll see you in a couple of months. Make sure to owl me every day. Or at least every week,” he told you and grabbed your hands once more, moving them as he was talking. 

“I promise,” you smiled up at him, “Now go! Go and make your dream a reality!”. 

He smiled brightly at you before giving you another kiss and grabbing his broom. 

“Ready Fred?” he asked, “Ready George,” Fred confirmed. George threw the firework so that it would fly into Umbridge’s class and within seconds, the boys flew off and made their final ruckus at Hogwarts before flying off, the gigantic ‘W’ in the air really making their final mark. 

You cheered along with the others and immediately went to go write a letter to George so that it would be there when he arrived at their new premises.

The Night After the End of 7th Year

“Georgie!” you squealed as you saw him standing outside of the shop. The moment you got off of the train, you apparated to Diagon Alley. 

“Sorry!” you apologized as you ran into someone, but you just kept running toward George. You opened your arms as you rammed into George, nearly knocking him over. “Y/n!” he exclaimed and squeezed you as tight as he could. 

You let a few tears slip out of your eyes, you missed him so much while he was gone. You couldn’t stand not being with him almost every second of every day. You couldn’t stand him not sneaking into the Hufflepuff common room almost every night so that you two could cuddle. 

You both pulled away and looked at each other, the amount of love between the two of you was almost too much to handle. You both grabbed each other’s faces and slammed your lips together, almost completely forgetting you were in public. 

When you two pulled away, people were giving you weird looks, but you two couldn’t care less. “I missed you so much,” he breathed out and pulled you in for another hug. He looked so grown up, he had a suit and tie on and everything. All while you had a dress on that made you look like a little girl. “I missed you too, Georgie,” you proclaimed and nuzzled your face into his chest. 

“Y/n, I have something I want to do,” he told you shakily. You looked up at him, worried. Was he breaking up with you? No! He couldn’t! He just said he missed you. All of your worries drifted away when George got down on one knee and pulled out a tiny black box. 

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you in first year,” he began, making you tear up. “I love you with everything I’ve got, and I know it’s not much, but my Heart aches sometimes because of how much I truly love you. You, Y/n Y/l/n, have had me wrapped around your finger since we first exchanged conversation. You’re too good for the world and that’s why I love you so much. You’re too good for me, honestly,” he chuckled, you couldn’t believe it. 

“You’ve stood up for me when Slytherins denounced Fred and I, you were there for me when I got hit by a bludger and cared too much about me to leave my side, you helped a foul Slytherin who hurt you just because he needed help. You didn’t care that he called you mean names afterward, your heart was too big to accept that there was any evil in this world. You made me a flower crown for me when we first started dating, you saved me from getting detention by taking the blame for a potion mishap that I caused, you would always help first years and even refused to leave school with me because you knew that the first years needed you more than I did.”. 

His words were making your heart swell. “You’re too good for me and there’s nothing I could ever do to fully deserve you, but I’m glad that you’ve given me a chance to try,” you were now sobbing at this point, “I guess what this is all leading up to is… Y/n, the love of my life, the girl who owns my heart, will you marry me?”. 

You wiped a few tears from your eyes, “Yes, Georgie, of course, I will!” you squealed through tears and let him put the ring on your finger before letting him pick you up and spin you in the air. Once he sat you down, you grabbed him by the collar and kissed him like it was the last kiss you two were ever going to share. 

“Yes! You finally did it!” you heard Fred cheer from beside you two. “Hi Fred!” you greeted him and showed him the ring. 

“Holy crap, did you steal that thing, George?! It’s gorgeous! There’s no way you could afford that!” he gasped. “Only the best for the best,” George told him while still looking at you. 

“Mhm,” he eyed George suspiciously and walked over to you, giving you a hug, “Well congrats, Y/n, make sure to hide that ring when you go out, you don’t want to be caught with stolen jewels,” Fred told you and walked back into the shop. 

“I didn’t steal it,” George told you, “I know,” you mouthed while giggling, making him chuckle too. 

“I love you so much, more than you will ever know,” he expressed, the tears that were brimming his eyes now starting to pour down. “I love you more, my Georgie,” you said in barely a whisper, trying not to sob again, and kissed him once more. 

He was your Georgie forever and he could barely believe it. The purest, most positive, and good soul in the world was his fiancé, soon to be wife. 

Georgie was a very lucky man indeed.

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xoxo

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Damn 💛! Back at it again with the back-to-back requests! (Oh Vine. How I miss you).

Anyways, sup. It’s 💛. Back at it again with yet another request. I can’t wait to see what you cook up with my last one! ☺️

So, I have been reading quite a few Joseph!Reader stories recently…so I’m asking for a Dun!Reader (I’m so original. I know.). I was wondering if you could possibly do a story where the reader is Josh’s twin and, when he takes her on tour with them, the two of them end up teaming up against Tyler in a prank war of sorts.

I know it’s not a super specific concept, but it’s an excuse to just play around and have fun with it!☺️

Prank War - Josh + Tyler Platonic x Dun!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1433

A/N: I love this one and thank you for requesting it! love u bestie!!

I’d been toying with the idea of joining Josh on tour for a while now. He’d brought it up several times before, but I always hesitated, not wanting to intrude on the dynamic he had with Tyler. But when he practically begged me during a late-night phone call, I finally caved.

“Come on, it'll be fun! We haven’t been on an adventure together in ages,” Josh had said, his voice practically buzzing with excitement. I could hear the grin spread across his face through the phone. How could I say no to that?

The moment I stepped onto the tour bus, it felt like stepping into a new world—a chaotic, loud, and exhilarating world. And yet, it was one that fit us both so perfectly.

“Ah, the other Dun,” Tyler greeted as soon as I walked in. He was leaning against the kitchen counter with a playful smirk, a mirror image of the one I’d just seen on my brother’s face.

“The better Dun,” I quipped, my grin matching his.

“Hey!” Josh protested from behind me, throwing a mock glare in my direction.

Tyler’s smirk deepened. “We’ll see about that.”

The first few days were everything I’d hoped for: late-night laughs, coffee-fueled mornings, and hours spent watching soundchecks and shows. Touring with Josh was a blast. Sure, I always knew there’d be chaos when he asked me to come along, but I didn’t expect it to be this much fun. It felt like being kids again—just the two of us, cracking jokes and pulling ridiculous stunts.

But things took an unexpected turn about five shows in. I’d just announced to the bus that I was going to take a shower, hoping that none of the crew would walk in on me afterward. I should’ve known better than to think everything would go smoothly.

The second I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed, I was bombarded by an explosion of red confetti. It clung to my damp skin, sticking to every inch of me. My jaw dropped in shock, but as the initial surprise wore off, I glanced up, and there was Tyler—leaning casually in the corner of the bus, arms crossed and smirking like the troublemaker he was.

“I’m gonna get you for this, Joseph!” I screeched, trying to shake the bits of paper out of my hair.

Tyler's grin only grew. “You might want to take a number.”

Just then, Josh emerged from the back lounge, shirtless and still covered in red confetti himself. Pieces of paper were stuck to his chest, and the look on his face said it all. “He did it to me too. About an hour ago.”

Tyler cackled from his corner. “You two just need to learn to be quicker.”

And that was how the prank war started.

The next morning, while Tyler was distracted with an interview, Josh and I exchanged a knowing look. It was time for payback, and Josh already had the perfect plan. Tyler was notoriously meticulous about his stage shoes, making sure they were pristine before every show. Naturally, this made them the ideal target.

We snuck into the dressing room, switched out his favorite pair for ones with neon green laces and doodles of ridiculous cartoon cats all over them. It was hard to keep a straight face when we left the room, but we managed. Barely.

Tyler didn’t notice the switch until halfway through the show that night. The look of absolute horror that crossed his face when he glanced down was priceless. He shot a glare our way, and Josh—trying his best to keep drumming—was laughing so hard he almost missed a beat.

Of course, Tyler wasn’t one to back down. The next morning, I woke up to find my favorite hoodie had mysteriously disappeared. In its place, hanging on the back of my chair, was a bright pink monstrosity with a cartoonishly exaggerated version of Josh’s face plastered all over it. It was... horrifying. And also hilarious.

“Nice hoodie,” Josh snickered when I walked into the lounge, and I threw a pillow at him.

Tyler peeked in from the hallway, an infuriatingly smug smile on his face. “I think it suits you.”

This was war.

It didn’t take long for the fans to catch wind of the pranks. Within hours of the shoe incident, the #TeamDun and #TeamJoseph hashtags were trending on Twitter. Every prank became an event, with fans analyzing every detail, debating whose side they were on. Some were firmly Team Dun, celebrating our sibling alliance, while others couldn’t help but root for Tyler’s chaotic energy. Josh and I might’ve had an edge as twins, but Tyler had legions of fans admiring his relentless prankster spirit. It became a whole thing, fans constantly sending in ideas for our next move.

The prank war escalated quickly. Josh and I pulled off one of our best yet by sneaking into Tyler’s bunk late at night and filling it with colorful balloons. Each one had a random, ridiculous tweet from fans printed on it—some were compliments, others were just straight-up nonsense. Tyler opened his bunk the next morning to a sea of balloons, his bunk space completely overtaken. He popped the first one, and Josh and I could barely contain our laughter.

But Tyler wasn’t done with us. Not even close. One day, Josh walked into the lounge to find the walls of the tour bus completely plastered with photos—embarrassing photos. Photos from Josh’s awkward teenage years, every bad haircut and goofy face on full display. And it didn’t stop there. Tyler had somehow managed to dig up an old video of Josh trying to dance at a middle school talent show, and he played it on repeat every time we were backstage. Fans immediately took sides, many tweeting the photos with “Team Joseph” pride while others doubled down on “Team Dun” with memes about Josh’s awkward childhood.

As the pranks escalated, so did the fan interactions. People were practically begging us to keep going, flooding Twitter and Instagram with prank suggestions and declarations of loyalty to either side. There was even a fan account dedicated to tracking each prank, complete with scorecards for who was “winning.”

And while it was all in good fun, the best part wasn’t the pranks themselves—it was the time I got to spend with Josh. We’d always been close, but touring together, teaming up to mess with Tyler, brought us back to our childhood days. Every prank, every secretive smile exchanged behind Tyler’s back, just reminded me how much I loved being Josh’s twin. We were in sync, and it felt effortless.

Tyler pretended to be annoyed, but we both knew he was enjoying every second of the prank war. That spark of challenge in his eyes said it all. He was having just as much fun as we were, even if he refused to admit it.

But every war needs a grand finale, and this one was mine. With Josh’s help, I rigged Tyler’s microphone before the next show. It wasn’t anything complicated—just a simple soundbite. We’d recorded Tyler during a rehearsal, singing off-key on purpose, just goofing around. The plan was to sneak it into his mic during the show.

And it worked. In the middle of the concert, after a pause between songs, Tyler went to say something to the crowd. But instead of his voice coming through the speakers, the entire stadium heard a hilariously awful version of him belting out a few lines in a completely off-key voice. The audience erupted in laughter.

Tyler froze, the mic still in his hand, and for a split second, I thought he might throw it at us. But then he started laughing too. The crowd loved it. Josh was practically doubled over at his drum kit, and I was trying so hard not to laugh that my cheeks hurt.

After the show, Tyler found us outside by the tour bus, still chuckling to himself. “Alright, alright. I admit it. You two win this round… but I’ll be ready next time.”

Josh grinned, throwing his arm around my shoulder. “Told you we’d get him.”

As we walked back to the bus, I couldn’t help but scroll through Twitter, where fans were already dissecting the prank, declaring it the best one yet. #TeamDun and #TeamJoseph were both trending again, and I realized something: this tour wasn’t just about pulling pranks or making memories—it was about being with my brother, reconnecting in the best way possible. And next time? Well, Tyler better be ready, because Josh and I? We were just getting started.

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Hello !!! I hope u r well and recovering 💘

Fir the ask game: 🤡❌️👀

Unfortunately, things are still pretty rough but I'm hanging in there :)

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

I'm not sure if there is such a line, to be honest. Mainly because most of the things I write aren't all that funny, but also because it takes a lot for me to laugh when it's my own writing. Because I already know the punchline before the joke's even started, so it's just not that exciting. If that makes sense?

That said, Yoon Sa Wol from Black Knight is an absolute hoot to write and there is one exchange in particular that definitely makes me want to cackle whenever I think about it. It's when he's talking to 4-1 (a coworker of his) and they accidentally stumble onto the subject of whether or not Sa Wol could have sex with 5-8 (the dude he is definitely interested in having sex with) and the following happens:

All things considered, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all. 4-1 didn't seem to agree. She gave him a flat look, as if the answer should be obvious. "He'd eat you for breakfast." Sa Wol paused for a beat but, really, the only thing he could think to say was: "I mean, wouldn't that be the whole point?" 4-1 let out a choked noise that sounded outright painful.

SA WOL, NO.

But also, kudos on being so goddamn shameless.

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

I'm not sure if there is one? Because, sure, I'm not personally into mpreg or A/B/O but I can't say I'll never write them. Like, if someone gave me enough money to write those tropes, I probably would. We get money where we can in this economy xD

I think the closest I come to a complete "I refuse to write this" are the things I find triggering or just don't agree with on a moral level. So I'd have a hard time glorifying abuse, for example, or write something that involves incest or non-con between a romantic couple. The kind where transgressions are eventually forgiven or brushed aside because "they actually love them and it was just a mistake" and that kind of stuff.

There's a reason why I'm so determined to call out Yo Han's bullshit in my Devil Judge fics, for example, and why Moon Jo is such a lovesick simp in my Strangers From Hell fic. I find them to be incredibly fascinating as characters, but I admit I would never be able to write them doing something along those lines. They both skirt the line from time to time — which is sort of the point in some ways — but I try to criticise the behaviour rather than excuse or glorify it.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I kind of mentioned all of them when I did the WIP Tag Game not too long ago, so you can see what they are and read about them if you look at this tag right here!

But aside from that, I can say that I'm currently trying to edit and post chapter six of A New Dawn (Begins With Us), and, after that, I'm going to try and edit chapter 3 of The Right Set of Circumstances, and, after that, I... well, I don't know x'D I'll either try to edit Thou Shalt Not Covet or maybe I'll allow myself to write chapter 42 of Who Holds the Devil.

I'm kind of holding that chapter hostage right now since I HATE editing and would much rather write — it's just so much more fun. But if I only wrote and didn't edit, I would never post anything, so I kind of have to force myself to edit from time to time, too.

And it's extra annoying right now since I'm so feverish and that just makes editing ten times worse for some reason?

So yeah. I have a lot going on right now in terms of WIPs and it's kind of beginning to feel like a second job, not going to lie x'D

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Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 5 - Disguise

Elias Ainsworth x Hatori Chise

A/N: Thanks to my sweetest Ginny for giving me the idea for this fic? You are an angel! As always, I hope you all enjoy this!

Chise didn't know much about men's looks. She didn't know what her type was and she certainly didn't know what was considered handsome or not good looking, so she thought she was not the right person for this task in particular.

"Now, what do you think about this, Chise? Do I look better with black hair?" 

"U-Uh…"

"Waaa!" Silky clapped har hands happily, nodding her head in approval. On the other hand, Ruth simply huffed and nuzzled himself closer to Chise's lap. 

When Elias asked her to help him choose a new disguise for a trip he had to do, she immediately said no, but Elias insisted that he'd like to look good for his bride, even if she wasn't going to be there with him.

"You look… good, Elias."

"Chise… I feel like you don't like anything I show you," Elias said and Chise could clearly see the disappointment on his face and... was that a pout? 

"I told you I'm not good at this," Chise said, feeling an uncomfortable feeling in her guts at the thought of disappointing him. Silky quickly read the mood and she was quick to leave to the kitchen.

Ruth looked at Chise and then at Elias. Chise's feelings were settled in his guts as well, but feeling like it was something Elias and Chise had to talk over, he left behind Silky, claiming that he wanted a snack. 

Elias sighed and he made his way towards Chise, sitting beside her. Chise couldn't lie and say she didn't like Elias like that, he looked… well, he looked attractive with black hair, she felt something akin to butterflies at seeing him like that. 

In other words, she didn't hate it compared to the other disguises he had shown them for the past forty minutes. She would even say she liked it. 

"I'm honest," she said, quietly, looking at Elias who looked back at her with very extravagant golden eyes. "You really look good this time. It's my favorite so far."

That made Elias's face light up; if there had been a tail behind him, it would most likely be wagging hard.

He grabbed Chise's hands between his and asked excitedly: "do you mean it, Chise?! Or are you just being kind?" 

Chise smiled fondly, shaking her head. His reaction relieved her. "I'm honest," she said, but her eyes landed on Elias' smile and she frowned. "Though… no matter what disguise you wear, your smile will always be fake." 

Elias gasped, his fingers touching the frozen smile on his face. "It doesn't look real? What about this?" He showed his white teeth to her and she frowned a little more. 

"Fake."

"Huh? Then what should I do to make it look real? I can't smile more than this, it is uncomfortable and it hurts my cheeks and- ack! N-Nohoho! Nohohot thihihis!"

"I think we can only do this."

Elias cringed away from Chise's hands, but she easily followed him, smiling brightly and giggling sweetly as her fingers danced around Elias' ribs, making him cackle, little tears if laughter already at the corner of his eyes. 

Chise felt a little breathless. Elias really looked nice in this disguise, she definitely liked him better than with blond hair. He somehow looked younger and full of life. She liked it. 

"Ahahahaha! Ch-Chihihisehehe! Hahahave mehehehercy!" 

Chise didn't know how, but she was nearly straddling Elias as he laid against the surface of the couch, squirming and laughing vibrantly. His rich, deep laughter filled the house and her heart. 

She giggled softly when she found a very ticklish spot on his highest ribs that had him shrieking with laughter. After tickling him for a few seconds, she finally stopped, sitting properly as Elias tried to control his giggling and get himself back up. 

"Chihise," he said a little out of breath. "You often doho this, do you like to see me suffer so much?"

Chise smiled, shaking her head. "I like your laugh." 

"Well, I also like yours, Chise."

Before she could even think about escaping, Elias had caught her by the waist and was gently tickling her sides, making her giggle brightly. 

"Nahahahat mehehe!" She laughed, trying to free herself from his hold. "Ehehehliahahas!" 

"I think your smile was a little fake, Chise. Let me help you with that just like you did."

"I don't need- ahahahaha! N-Nahahahaha!"