#the way he lights up when he's on a rant makes me want 2 kiss him so bad and im so glad i get to now 😩

[kuromi-hoemie]

1, 6

1. A nickname of mine: ppl on here who don't know my name call me cinna 😳 does this count

6. About my best friend: me and my bestie stopped being friends a few weeks before i moved actually. i still have my boy to invite over and I'm making more friends here ♡⁠ there's my manager too (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) she has a whole tag on here lol 🫴🏾#mm (for My Manager 🫶🏾💕)

and the boy.. he's a v sweet and nerdy Chinese transmasc and he loves playing mystery VNs and he is rly passionate about greek mythology and we have known each other for some time now. met him thru a friend of a friend who i met thru my ex and we had a lil friend group, then i broke up w my ex and fell out of the group then he got shunned for dumb reasons and we connected like half a year later and are closer n more comfortable w each other than ever :3 we don't b talking often but i invite him over or go visit him sometimes

he's my favorite friend bc i get to cuddle and kiss him (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠) ♡⁠ i haven't seen him in a while bc i had to [start prepping to] move, so I'm excited to have him over on vacation! it'll either be a cuddly game day at my place or i wanna take him to the beach or maybe both 0: ooo there's gardens and beautiful parks too.. maybe the zoo/aquarium. idk!! so much to explore (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Zombie Apocalypse: Yandere Jujutsu Kaisen (2)

Part 1

In an alarming blur of white and black, Gojo introduces himself by jumping in front of you from above

“Hi there (Y/n)! It’s a pleasure to meet you! Chu! You’re as gorgeous as your blood tests suggest.”

“Oh, my Plasma. Please stop embarrassing yourself.”

“Yeah, even I thought that sounded freaky.”

“Well (Y/n) something you’ll find about me is that I’m a freaky guy~”

“Please stop.”

Meeting the eccentric head of the fortress puts you in a spin

Dragging you to dinner and then to some of the activities the fortress has

With a blindfold that occasionally lifts to show striking blue eyes 

You nearly forget to ask the question that introduced him in the first place

“Hey Gojo?”

“Yes, Cutie-pie?”

“Uh…can I get clearance to see the other survivors.”

He gets real quiet 

his smile fades a little but not enough to mean anything

“Why Star-face? I thought you liked all of us over here?”

“I do. I just want to see my group. It’s only been a day but–”

He puts a finger on your mouth not exactly in a shushing motion

But he ushers you away from Yuuji and Megumi who were fighting over a painting

Taking you farther away from all the other members of the fortress he leads you up some stairs

Finally reaching the roof of one of the buildings you can see the other half 

A less developed place

The homes are close, filled with people, and it’s a lot less lit than the areas you’ve been

“That’s where the other survivors go…you want to go down there?”

You hesitate but not for long

“Yeah if my group is there I think we should be together.”

He sighs running a hand through his white hair before taking off his blindfold

Now you can see the way his light eyes dart over the people below 

He laughs 

“That man…with the purple vest pushed a pregnant woman into the horde when they were cornered.”

He doesn’t look at your horrified expression 

Only pointing out a few others who’ve committed something awful

“Why do you let them stay here then? If they did these horrible things?”

“Because they came with those who need us. But too many of them practically kill themselves if they get too far away. It’s like the way parasites shape the brains of their hosts.”

You didn’t like the implication

“Gojo…why do I have the yellow wristband? And why was I separated from my group?”

He pulled you into his chest rubbing his fingers into your side

“Bug, think of it as us intervening before the Parasite gets their final claws in you. Your special and perfect for saving.”

“Wait but my group isn’t–”

“Hush, love. I’m sure you're tired. Today has been a long day for you.”

He ignores any protests from you and only gushes about what you’ll do tomorrow

You stop trying because you are tired 

Letting him lead you back to your room in the tower above the fortress

“Have a fun time, you two?”

“We had a great time!”

He kisses the black-haired scientist before helping himself into your room

He goes through your closets, the bathroom, and your bag still ranting about nonsense you don’t understand

Suguru gives a comforting pat on the back

he gives you a clean version of your pajamas before bidding you goodnight

“C’mon Satoru you’ll get to bother (Y/n) tomorrow.”

“That’s right and I don’t even have work tomorrow so I’ll be with you allll day!”

“Alright, out mister. Goodnight (Y/n) we’ll tell the kids you said so too.”

“Uh, goodnight.”

When the door finally closes you’re able to think about what he said

And then you fall asleep 

Maybe he’s got a point

“So how’d it go?”

“They were asking about the wristband.”

“The whole time?”

“Only at the end, made up somethin’ about parasites.”

“Oh, their friends? I hope you didn’t suggest they were in that town.”

“Eh-I dunno! Can’t you make up something about them being immune?”

“Maybe but it’s going to be hard convincing them.”

“Who cares? We got ‘em now, right? I’d say we try whatever we want.”

“You’re right we do got ‘em.”

They’ll just have to accept whatever we say

[floshav]

more rodrick PLSSSSS it can be anything

omg this is my first req ever and im so excited thank you!!

you wanted more Rodrick well here's more Rodrick.

part 2 out now!!

summary: Rodricks your best friend but thats not enough for you. As much as you hate to admit, you like the boy. That's why you show up drunk and high at one of his infamous house parties after he'd ranted to you about how he was so so in love with Heather Hills.

warnings: angst, heartache, kissing, Heather Hills, pining, weed, alcohol, crying, one sided love kinda, self hate

wc: 1k+

"She was so pretty."

"Oh yea?"

"No. I dont think you understand, like the way her hair smelled when she strut past me, the smell of..... smell of something light. Fresh! Pink even."

Rodrick practically had stars in his eyes when he described how his crush was at school. You'd be ecstatic if the crush was you, but the world is cruel so here you were talking about Heather Hills for the last hour or so.

"Y'know... I heard she spat on Louise last week. Poor kid, was dosed in her icky saliva for the whole day." Y/n was selfish but she tried to paint Heather in a bad light.

"Shit i'd pay good money for her to spit on me."

Well that backfired she thought.

"Freak" Y/n lightly laughed as she fell back onto Rodricks soft bed. Chest heaving up and down whilst her mind felt clouded.

"What can I say, love makes anyone a freak."

There was that word again. Love. How could he be bloody in love with little miss Heather Hills. The queen of highschool. The perfect girl. Pretty blondie. Pretty face. Y/n quickly began to realise there were plenty of reasons for Rodrick to crush on her. Y/n was a nobody. She thought her face ugly, her style wack, her eyes too uneven. She hated, hated, hated herself and wished she looked like Heather.

"Oh. My. God. I just had the best fucking idea" Rodrick exclaimed with the dorkiest smile he could produce, each fine line below the thickness of his eyebrows seen under the dim lighting of his room.

"Hmm?" Y/n buzzed as she basked in the coolness of his sheets

"M'gonna throw a party" "Heather would definitely come, i mean its one of my parties we're talking about."

Flashbacks to Rodrick's last party hit y/n's head like a train when she remembered how chaotic and horrible the experience was. Drunk teens shouting and chugging unknown beverages, shoulders brushing against shoulders constantly as she tried to find a room she could breath in without having to see another damn couple absolutely devouring eachother. Each and every minuscule second she'd spent in that house made her want to puke. The sight that made her want to puke the most was Rodrick's clearly drunk self throwing himself onto Heather, eyes sparkly with hope whilst she just sat there smiling so sweetly it was sickening.

Quickly she was sent back to reality.

"D'you think that's a good idea?" she questioned, tired.

"Course it is! she always comes to my things"

"Kay' whatever you think is gonna earn you your little dream girl specimen."

"Trust me, this times different." That's what he always said.

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It's ok. It's ok. I-It's.... it's gonna be fine. she told herself as she admired the makeup she'd put on for tonight's occasion, she'd tried to copy one of Heathers famous looks, but quickly realised it didn't suit her skin so she stuck to her usual and hated herself for it. It was dreadfully the day of his party. The day that she'd have to witness him openly flirt with Heather just because he had an excuse to down a dozen bottles of cheap booze. She swiped a smear of lipstick that somehow ended up below her lip and sighed as she adjusted her shirt. Why do you always give in? Just confess you idiot. No! what the fuck am i thinking. she scrunched her nose and took a deep breath in, abusing her vanity with the pressure from the pads of her fingers.

She really really didn't want to go. She couldn't bare seeing Heather show up with her annoyingly perfect face, her perfect nose, her perfect hair, her stupidly sweet personality that everyone gaped over. Fuck it. She hated herself and wanted to forget that Rodrick even existed.

She found her not so hidden stash of weed she'd carelessly left under a pile of worksheets from her chemistry class, something ionic bonding. She didn't know how long it'd sat there for but it stained the ziplock bag a dull yellow. The bag was crinkled and smelled like the thought of Rodrick. Whenever she was upset or mad at Rodrick she'd smoke weed to drown the thoughts out but she slowly realised it was ruining the drug as a whole for her.

She rolled a joint in a random piece of paper she'd found thrown on her floor and lit up the end, taking a deep whiff of it, smile playing on her lips.

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"Animals.....Elephants....Tiguurrrsssss!" She slurred as she laid flat on her disheveled bed scrunching the sheets as her eyes formed stars around her ceiling. She got up abruptly, hair a mess and rubbed her eyes deepening the pressure with every second. "Rrrr... What time? Uggggh" She sighed as she reached for her phone. Her room was cloudy and smelled of green. Beside her were a few empty glasses so she took a sniff, curious. Happy juice? No, Vodka she thought. She saw the emptied out bottle of cheap convenience store alcohol by the side of her feet a long with the yellowed bag of weed which was empty. it'd been around 2 hours since she blacked out on her bed somehow thinking about how her fan looked like the shape of animals. Shit, fuck, ass, asshole! she muttered under her breath as she plopped back down.

"Why not? What's thurrr worst that could happennn?" she mumbled eyes fluttering as she picked up her bag and stumbled out her window, careful not to wake anyone. She took the route down the tree that always worked for her but in a clumsy fashion as she fumbled down the hard branches of her overgrown escape buddy. Craaack, Creeeeak. The continuous sounds made her annoyed. "Uggggfh can't everyone just shut up!!"

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There she was. Standing dumb, drunk and high in front of the booming house lit up by warm yellow light. She could already smell the familiar smell of cheap alcohol, body odour and weed. My kind of night she thought as she barely made her way to the entrance. There were already people outside partying like no tomorrow as some flipped their hair to some overplayed hip hop song that everyone knew. While some were more restricted, sipping on booze as they giggled with their friends. The true highschool experience y/n thought.

Bump.

"Hey! Watch it-"

"Y/n?"

It was someone with beautiful waves of blonde still visible from her clouded vision, pretty makeup and a perfect body. Heather.

"O-Oh hey Heather! Pretty little Heather Hills." Y/n slurred as her vision was still blurred

"Uhm... Y'alright?" She questioned looking back at her friends as if y/n was cuckoo.

"No. No. No. No! Y-you. You. You and your stupidly perfect self can go to hell!" y/n lashed out

"W-what? Y/n what the fuck is wrong with you?" Heather said clearly freaked out by the sudden aggression.

Tears started to cloud y/n's vision so she took in a deeeeep breath trying to suck in as much oxygen as she could.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You- You're all he wants. Heather, heather, heather! My perfect little heather with her pretty little face!" Y/n cried out as her knees began to weaken. She had no sense of shame, embarrassment or anxiety. She was too blacked out for this. So blacked out she just blurted her deepest darkest thoughts.

A crowd began to form around them, some curious at the sudden shouting girl who was crumbling a part, vulnerable in front of some people she didn't even know the names of.

"W-what? What are you even saying y/n." Heather said confused and disturbed as she began to back away.

Warmth began to spread at the small of y/n's back. Rodricks hand.

"Y/n? Why the fuck are you screaming?- Y/n s-shit you're not alright." Rodrick hastily slung y/n's arm around his shoulder careful with her as if she was a piece of fine china.

"S-sorry bout' that Heaths, trust me she doesn't mean anything she's saying" Rodrick stutters clearly not drunk enough, nervous as he realises that Heather is clearly agitated.

"Y-yea. It's okay Rodrick. It's not your fault, just get her far from here kay?" Heather said with sympathy and those stupid doe eyes whilst placing a hand on his shoulder. This should've made him tremble with pleasure, but the fact that she'd talked about y/n as if she was a monster made him angry.

"Yea. Yea alright." Rodrick scoffed, lightly rolling his eyes before dragging y/n's blacked out figure up his carpeted staircase, the carpet grazing her knees creating a friction which burned satisfyingly on her kneecaps.

"Fuuuck. Fuck..." Y/n softly mumbled, head tilting to the side of his shoulder as he firmed his grip on the side of her shoulder. Shoulders.... shoulders are for friends, real girls get hands put on their waist. Not shoulders. She managed to conjure the thought in her hazed mind.

He struggled to open his door as y/n's body weight pressed into the side of him as he suddenly heard silent weeps of sorrow erupt from her lips.

He set her on the foot of his bed, careful not to drop her anywhere harsh.

"Y/n? Y/n what's wrong, you're like black out drunk." He asked now bending down with both hands on his knees.

He slowly caresses his hand over the hill of her cheekbone and shoves a fly of hair away from her puffy eyes.

"You....i... Im sick of you and- and her." She sighs as a hysterical tear falls from her eye. Her face was the saddest Rodrick had ever seen and this broke his heart.

"Me and... me and who y/n?" He said so softly as he began to crouch so so close to her, his eyes looking up into hers with genuine curiosity and care. The mention of her name fluttered her heart.

"Heather" She breathed out involuntarily sniffling.

"You don't like me talking about her?" He slowly asked as if all the dots were finally clicking together.

"That's a stupid question." He lowly chuckled as he swiped his thumb under the pad of her eyes.

"I.. I really- I really"

"You really what?" He said again so so softly

"I really like you." She blurted before she felt that familiar rush of heat rapture her face.

Rodrick's eyes glance down to her swollen lips and he feels a strong ache pill at his heart. His best friend just confessed about her underlaying fondness of him and he'd been an ass talking about Heather all the time. He imagined how bad it must've sucked all the damn time.

"I-I'm so sorry I- I always talked about her."

"No! don't fucking be sorry you idiotttt." She slurred

"You- You don't owe me anything." She smiled softly as she fluffed up his hair.

"Maybe..." This is wrong he thought

"Maybe i do owe you an apology." He said slow and steady as he glanced down to her lips and locked with it for the final time.

He slowly moved in to plant a soft kiss on her puffy lips and her eyes widened in surprise.

The kiss felt like heaven and she tasted like everything he was used to. A hint of cherry chapstick, a lot of weed and something coconut. His lips felt so soft against hers and she breathed in every second of the experience. She almost wanted to whine when he pulled away.

"I- Fuck."

Y/n's euphoric high was quickly ruined at the notice of him clearly regretting his decision.

"No- It's fine Rodrick. I get it, it was just a in the moment thing." She sighed as she put both her hands to her face rubbing her cheeks and eyes as if she was trying to rid off the pain in her heart.

"No, no, no! it's not that."

"I just..."

"Fuck it." He went in for another kiss.

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thank u for the request!! i hope this was enough to satisfy ur rodrick need lol, if u ever want a smutty end to this lmk but yarrrrr

[mavrintarou]

Lord Gojo Satoru [2]

Fare warning, this is straight up just filthy smut. Gojo is just daddy...

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff & smut, Gojo is going to make your panties wet.

Part one Part three

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Satoru knew he was shameless.

He knew once he had a taste of his Y/n, his control would collapse to his urges and pleasure.

He had to make his wedding date sooner than later because he promised Y/n, that after that first night, he would not touch her again until their wedding night as a married couple. With the snap of his fingers, Satoru was able to make his wedding ceremony take place the following week.

It has been two months since Y/n officially became Lady Gojo. Satoru insisted on having a lavish wedding ceremony for the entire country to know he had married his first love.

The moment Satoru finally got alone time with his wife, he didn’t waste a second to strip her. He was going mad the days before his wedding, keeping himself locked in his office and occupied. He had even left the Gojo compound to restrain himself the days before, almost caving into his last remaining sanity.

“Gojo Satoru,” Y/n murmured breathlessly from a heated kiss, “from here on you are forbidden from leaving my side for more than twelve hours…”

Satoru came to realize that he wasn’t the only one losing his mind. Y/n maintained her composure far more effectively than he did, but she, too, was reaching her breaking point.

The corner of his lips curved upward into a grin, hearing her demand. “I’ll do even better, I won’t ever be away from you for no more than two hours.”

Satoru erupted into laughter at her expression, a blend of surprise and horror.

“You’re kidding, right?” Y/n laughed.

She learned soon enough that he was true to his words.

. .

Y/n didn’t think she would ever get used to her new role. Just when she thought she could get away with lifting her plate, she would be scolded. Any attempts to assist, she would quickly be reminded to leave it to the servants to handle it.

Staring out the window, Y/n sighed softly. Breathing in the fresh cool morning air, she tightened her haori as a sudden breeze sent chills down her arms.

This was the first morning she woke up alone. Satoru’s spot beside her was empty and cold. She is suddenly reminded the night before of him informing her that he will have to leave early in the morning for a meeting and will be back in the afternoon.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked softly. Just seconds ago, they’d just climaxed together yet he was looking down at her with an expression couldn’t decipher.

As if caught red-handed, Satoru quickly changed his expression and smiled down at her before kissing her quickly. He sat up and released his hold on her legs. As usual, he would massage her thighs and then her calves with his large hands.

Satoru was firm on their love-making positions, strictly only with Y/n on her back. He did not want to strain her leg, hurting her in any way.

Y/n was no expert in lovemaking but she was not a fool. She has heard of the many positions of coupling. She had tried to voice herself but would only lose her words when Satoru distracts her with his mouth and before she knew it, she would be on her back and at his mercy.

After giving her legs a thorough massage, he would massage her belly. Rubbing his thumbs in an upward motion. His theory, with a mischievous grin, is that it would help his seed flow upward to her womb and take its place.

“I have to go to a dumb meeting in the morning. I’ll be gone before the sun can rise,” his thumbs would trace over her protruding hip bones. “You need to eat more, my love.”

“It is not dumb meetings, S’Toru. They are important and you have to be kind to them.” Every time he would return from a meeting, he would rant about how pointless and stupid those meetings and discussions were. “And all I do every day is eat, I have gained weight, can’t you tell when you carry me?”

He shook his head, “you’re still light as a feather in my arms. I can carry you with one arm, that’s how light you are.” Slowly, he lifted her right leg, and pressed a kiss to her scar before maneuvering her to her side, all while he was still lodged inside her. He laid behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I have something to show you tomorrow, therefore I had to push this meeting earlier so I can make it back in time.” He nuzzled the back of her head, breathing in the scent of hers, or the shampoo she uses. His lips trail to her earlobe and with a teasing tone, “so don’t be alarmed if you wake up alone and feel empty…”

His laugh mixed with her loud gasp, and he tightened his arms around her, locking her in place as she tried to escape from him.

Satoru knew she enjoyed being plugged by his cock through the night. It has become a routine. When he would withdraw in the morning, he would wait to hear her soft gasp of feeling empty and then followed by watching his cum seep from her pussy.

Even if what he said was true, Y/n turned to bury her face into her pillow, embarrassed to the highest capacity.

All the squirming and squeezing had him groaning seconds later, “stop, stop, stop… you’re making me hard again…”

“My Lady! Lady Gojo!”

Y/n’s attention snaps back to reality as she gazes at her frantic maid, who enters the room with wide, alert eyes. “What happened? Is something wrong?”

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Satoru expressed his irritation and impatience by clicking his tongue. The carriage he was traveling in moved at its maximum speed, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that opting for a horse would have been a quicker way to get home.

He received the unexpected news just when he wrapped up the meeting.

Racine, his private man, appeared before him. Satoru maintained his composure, and demanded, “what is it?”

Racine cut straight to the point, informing that a basket appeared before the main gates, and inside was a baby. They do not know who is responsible for leaving the baby and are searching.

“He has… same eyes as yours, color-wise.”

“I don’t give a damn about what color his eyes are? Is Y/n… is she –” Satoru choked on his words as his mind began to panic.

“Yes, my Lady was the only one who could calm the child.”

Cursing under his breath for the nth time, he groaned. He felt a disconcerting sensation, prompting him to order an increased security surveillance during his absence.

However, a perplexing basket containing a child managed to evade detection and reach the gates.

All that was on his mind was Y/n.

He was determined to prevent any misunderstanding, ensuring she didn’t entertain the idea, even briefly, that the child could be his. He will move heaven and hell to prove his innocence that she is the only woman he has ever made love to.  

And she is the only woman he wants and needs children with.

Y/n will be the only woman who will receive his seed and bear their children.

Satoru let out a frustrated groan, of all times, he had to have an erection. It was all just from thinking about Y/n, pregnant, with his child.

It was a conversation he had been putting off for a while. He was selfish, not even asking for permission if having a child was something Y/n wanted.

Yet, he had been creaming her womb with his seed day and night.

But Satoru couldn’t push the tiny concern that had been lingering in the back of his head the last couple of weeks. It is going on to three months of being married, yet there were no signs of Y/n with child.

He was a coward and did not have the heart to ask her to see his physician. He kept an eye on her monthly cycle, noticing she had not had one since he brought her home. His physician assured him that not every woman’s cycle comes monthly, though it should, not all women share the same pattern and when the time comes, he will thoroughly evaluate Lady Gojo.

Angry and frustrated, Satoru tugged his hakama pants down enough to pull his cock free. Much to his physique, his cock was long, he never realized how long it was until making love to his sweet wife. When she struggled at first to take his whole cock.

“Ah…” he groaned, shifting himself into a comfortable position before fisting his cock with his right hand. Slowly stroking it, he imagined Y/n’s pussy wrapped around it.

Imagined Y/n above him, riding him. Her hips rolled slowly, teasing and driving him insane, yet he would be at her mercy. He would gladly be at her mercy at any time.

He wasn’t blind to Y/n’s latest advance to switch up their coupling. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her being assertive, wanting to take charge.

Satoru would never deny her, but he would deny her of hurting herself, straining herself to give him pleasure. She didn’t need to, he would gladly give her pleasure, give them both pleasure. She just needed to allow him to take care of her. She didn’t owe him anything.

His hips began moving up and down as if thrusting into her. He tightens his hand around his cock, trying his best to imagine how tight she felt.

Sitting up quickly, he groaned deeply as the tip of his cock shot out creamy white fluids across the carriage.

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Y/n stared at the sleeping infant in her arms. She had to be about five months old.

She remembers hurrying as fast as she could towards the crowd of servants. She didn’t need to see to know what they were surrounding. She can hear the cries of a baby.

Y/n finally caught sight of what her maid and servants were looking at.

A basket with a baby inside.

It stared back at her with the same eyes as Satoru.

Instantly, the baby stopped crying once it saw Y/n.

“He is so cute!” a voice cooed.

“Are you sure it’s a boy?” another voice countered.

Y/n finally snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat, “please, hand me the baby.” She handed her cane to Sumiko and carefully accepted the wrapped bundle that looked utterly confused and scared. “Hi baby,” she cooed, “what – how did… whose baby is this?”

Everyone looked just as confused as she was.

“Lord Gojo is on his way,” Sumiko informed, “a messenger was sent to him.”

Y/n nodded, “everyone, please continue your work.” She looked at Sumiko, “let us go to the living room and wait for Satoru.”

It was thirty minutes later when she knew Satoru had arrived.

“Please, tell him to come in quietly,” Y/n whispered to Sumiko.

Nodding her head, she disappeared for a second before returning behind Satoru.

“Leave us,” he ordered Sumiko, “take… this baby too.”

Sumiko hurried and gently took the baby from Y/n and exited the room.

 “Y/n.”

Y/n smiled at her husband who appeared a bit disheveled with tousled hair and a slightly unkempt outfit. “What is it, my love?”

The sound of her sweet voice had the power to dispel his anxiety completely. Crossing the room, he knelt in front of her, resting his head on her lap.

Y/n threaded her fingers through his hair, brushing it, and waited patiently for him to be ready to speak to her.

“What was it?” Y/n asked when she heard him mumble incoherently. She lifted his head, cupping his cheeks, “what did you say?”

“I love you.”

She rubbed his cheekbones, “I love you too.” She paused, “tell me, what is bothering you?”

“It is not my child,” he exclaimed, his eyes tightening with apprehension, exposing the internal conflict of anxiety and fear.  

Y/n was taken aback by his sudden outburst. Immediately, she needed to calm her frantic husband. “Satoru,” she called his name softly, “I did not believe for a second that she is your child.”

“She?”

Y/n nodded, “the baby is a girl.”

He frowned, Racine said it was a boy. He shook his head, that was the least of his worries. “It is not my child though,” he repeated, “I have ordered a search on the mother of this child or whoever dared drop her at the gates.”

Y/n wiped the wrinkles on his forehead away. “She is innocent, Satoru.”

He leaned into her palm, “how – how can you be so… calm? Are you not… do you not have any questions for me?”

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t have any reason to act up? I’m just as confused as you and everyone else is.” She patted the spot beside her, “sit up here.”

Like an obedient child, he got off the ground and sat beside her, pulling her onto his lap. He pulled her close, feeling relaxed as her head rested against his chest. “Whatever question you may have, ask… any questions…”

She lifted her head and the expression she had sped up his heart. “Can we keep her for the time being?”

Satoru sighed softly, he could never say no to her. “Yes, she can stay for the time being.”

Her face lit up excitedly, and he was thrown off when her arms wrapped around his neck. She kissed his cheek, thanking him.

Taking a deep breath, he found the courage to ask, “do you want… a baby?”

Y/n pulled away to look into his beautiful eyes. “I do, is that not what you have been trying to achieve?”

He reached to brush her loose strands of hair aside. “I want a baby with you, many babies if possible but I will take as many as we are blessed with.” His eyes connected with hers, “I have been selfish and did not ask for your permission to see if you will be all right to carry and birth my children?”

Y/n closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them, and she smiled. “I allow you… and give you permission, my Gojo Satoru, to be selfish and take all you want from me. I, as your wife, will give you all that I can give, so please take it.” She cupped his cheek, “as long as you allow and give me permission to do the same in return.”

“Yes, in a heartbeat. Be selfish with me, take, take, take… take everything from me. My life is yours.” He nuzzled into her palm, “be greedy with me, you only have to ask and I will give… I will give you everything you ask for, my love.”

Satoru’s eyes snapped open when he heard her giggle and slowly found her eyes. She shifted in his lap and he groaned when he felt her press against his crotch. “Then, will you let me ride you right now?” She rocked her hips, back and forth. “Please, Satoru…”

“Your – you’re leg…” he protest, grunting as his cock is straining against its confinement.

“My leg is fine… I promise… I’m not hurting at all…” she trailed her lips down his neck, nipping against his pulse.

He was not used to this side of her. She is doing everything he has done to her…

He reached to undo her kimono, pushing off the many layers until she was finally naked, “ride me as you wish.”

Her hand squeezed his, “let – let’s go to our room…”

“I can’t wait now,” he reached for her hand and rested it on his hard bulge. “You did this, exciting me like this…”

Her hand tugged his strap holding his hakama pants before reaching inside to wrap her small hand around his cock. He didn’t need to look down to know the tip of his cock was oozing cum.

With his help, she aligned herself over his cock and settle down. She let out a series of moans and whimpers. “Wait – wait a second…” He felt deeper in this position.

“As long as you need,” Satoru assured, his voice wavering. His nails dug into his thigh to prevent him from flipping her over and taking over.

“Ahh…” he choked when Y/n began bouncing a little on his lap. She gradually increased her moment, her tits bouncing along. “Fuck… yes… this is… this is amazing…”

“To – touch me… touch me too,” Y/n begged, reaching for his hands. She placed one on her chest and one by her clit. “Only you…” Her eyes rolled back when his thumb found her puffy clit, rolling it with pressure. “Yes!...”

While one hand massaged her tit, his mouth found her other side, suckling her rosy, red nipple. He imagined how large her tits would be when she would be pregnant, filled with milk.

Stimulated in various ways, it didn’t take long before Y/n reached her climax with Satoru following shortly.

“Ah… I – I feel like I’m leaking…” looking between their bodies, Satoru’s lap is smeared with their cum that has spilled. The adrenaline rush she felt was much different from their soft lovemaking. “I… I think I like this…”

“Like what?” Satoru asked confused.

“Riding you.”

. . .

E/n: he has turned her into a monster lol

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy @tartagl @buttercupbitches

[unknownbl0ggerr]

Someone kiss me!

Chandler Bing x Fem! Reader

The New Years pact doesn’t go as planned

rest in peace Matthew Perry 💕🕊️

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The New Years party wasn’t going exactly as everyone planned, everyone had brought dates completely ignoring the pact the group had made but something went wrong with their dates. You were the only one who didn’t actually have a date to bring and actually laughed at everyone when their date went wrong.

You didnt want to bring anyone, not like you had anyone to bring but even if you did you wouldnt. You were barely a party goer anyway so you weren’t expecting anything interesting. You were hoping Chandler would’ve showed up alone to give yourself at least a bit of distraction but no. He brought Janice, his horrible ex girlfriend.

You sat in the middle of Joey and Ross on the couch with Marcel on your lap. “I dont get why you just ask him y/n. It’s new years, you need someone to kiss, he needs someone to kiss, perfect match!” Joey said. Ross nodded watching Marcel jump off my lap and walk around to the other guests, “i agree.”

You shook your head, “he’s my best friend guys it would be weird, theres no way he’d want to do it anyway.” The boys rolled their eyes but you didnt notice, you had gotten up to get another drink, “she has no idea.” Joey whispers to Ross. “Clearly.” Ross whispers back leaning against the back of the couch.

Chandler was talking to some girl about something she clearly wasn’t interested in but you couldn’t hear what it was. You poured yourself a drink and heard Chandler practically yell, “please kiss me at midnight!” You turned around and looked at an annoyed, desperate chandler starting to follow the girl before giving up.

Chandler shook his head then looked up and saw you, anyone else watching him would’ve seen his eyes light up but you didn’t notice. “No luck?” You ask taking a sip of your drink. Chandler laughed, “no she actually said yes.” You laughed softly at his sarcasm, that was one of your favorite things about him.

“Oh guys we only have 2 minutes! Change the channel!” Phoebe yelled to Joey and Ross who both scrambled to get the remote. Eventually the group slowly started migrating to you and chandler. Dick Clark announced that the ball was dropping and Chandler turned towards you and the group, “and the moment of joy is upon us!” “I guess that no date thing worked out.” Joey mumbled. “Everybody looks so happy, i hate that!” Phoebe complained and you nodded agreeing with her. “Not everybody’s happy.” Monica said, “hey bobby!” We all looked at her ex who started sobbing and gesturing her away.

They all started ranting about the kiss and no one seemed to be agreeing but somehow the only thing on your mind was Chandler. “Alright somebody kiss me.” Chandler complained. Everyone started trying to get him to shush but he didn’t, he jumped up and down, “somebody kiss me it’s midnight!” You felt a nudge on your arm and looked over, Joey was gently pushing you towards him and Ross was nodding at you.

“Alright, alright, alright.” You said grabbing his face with your hand and pulling him in, kissing him. Your friends cheered and you expected Chandler to pull away but you felt his hand on your lower back and his other on your waist as he kissed you back.

“Okay, okay enough!” Joey complained and we pulled away, i turned slightly to look at Joey, “congratulations you actually got a kiss at midnight.” He said rolling his eyes, “oh and i thought i was the sarcastic one.” Chandler joked and Joey slapped his shoulder. Chandler laughed and so did the others. “So much for the pact huh?” Ross joked.

Chandlers hand was still on your lower back and it stayed like that the rest of the night, but you weren’t complaining about it.

A/n: thinking of making a part two to this. Let me know 🙈💕

[overlyspecific]

Part 11 of Merlin Hood

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 12

Sometimes life is fair and sometimes you are Morgana Pendragon. If the fact that she had to hide her very powerful magic and the only other person she knew with magic was forced to flee into the forest wasn’t enough, she now had to watch as her servant/newly realized love flirted with a very handsome man. She was so distracted by the thought of it, she didnt realize said object of her desires had entered.

Gwen: *still smiling* Hello, my lady.

Morgana: *trying to pretend like she didn’t jump a mile when Gwen spoke* Hello, Gwen.

Gwen: Is something wrong, my lady? You look a little pale.

Morgana: Gwen, dear, we are alone. You can call me Morgana.

Gwen: Sorry, my-Morgana, habits.

Morgana finds that the room has gotten tense and wouldn’t be able to forgive herself for wiping a smile off of Gwen’s face so she tries to hide her sadness.

Morgana: Lancelot seems like a nice fellow.

Gwen’s smile returns to her face and Morgana tries not to let her heart shatter from it.

Gwen: *a little timid* yeah, he is sweet. *a small blush appears on her cheeks* he even kissed my hand when he left

Morgana: *turning her back on Gwen to hide her facial expression* oh wow that’s forward of him

Gwen: *not noticing anything wrong with Morgana* yeah, i thought Leon was going to chase him away but we were lucky he bought our lie that Lancelot is from a neighboring town.

Morgana: oh, Leon is on guard? I need to speak with him.

Morgana jumps at the opportunity to leave the situation and makes for the door.

Gwen: Morgana.

Morgana: *stopping at the door and turning back to Gwen* yes, Gwen?

Gwen: if i’d done anything to upset you, you’d tell me, right?

Morgana: right. i’m just worried about Merlin that’s all. you’ve done nothing wrong.

Morgana rushes out, leaving Gwen alone in her chambers feeling out of place without knowing why.

Back in the woods, a hundred feet from the entrance to the ruins, Arthur and Gwaine are hiding in a bush.

Arthur: I can’t believe I didn’t figure out sooner that you would be one of the forest ruffians that trampses around with Merlin.

Gwaine: technically you didn’t figure it out and Merlin does most of the trampsing.

Arthur: shut up! i see something. *Arthur points at the entrance to the ruins*

Aredian exits the ruins with his face a shade redder than a tomato.

Aredian: *ranting loudly to himself* Never in my life- in all my years- who even knows all the words to the tavern songs- If the king wants answers so bad, he’s going to have to get them himself!

Aredian angrily makes his way to his horse and rides off in the direction of Camelot.

Gwaine: well, that was easy.

Arthur: *looking around confusedly* usually these things take longer or something bad happens…

Gwaine: Usually you don’t have Merlin though *gestures to the ruins* come on!

Arthur puts aside his uneasy feeling and enters the ruins after Gwaine. Neither of them notice a figure shrouded in a deep violet cloak watching them from the tree line. The cloaked figure raises their hand and a large slab of rock seals the entrance, trapping them all inside.

Sorry things in this part got a little bit angsty with Morgana’s POV. There also might be a little more angst to come with Gwaine, Arthur and Merlin all being trapped together but don’t worry ill be sure to cut it with some light-hearted humor.

[ageingfangirl2]

A Little Goes A Long Way! Buggy (OPLA)

SMUT! A week has passed since a drunken encounter between you and your captain occurred and he's all you have on your mind, little do you know your captain feels the same way. Buggy x Reader (Female)

Part 2

Y/N

It had been a week since you'd gotten drunk with the crew after a successful raid that came with a lot of treasure. It had been a week since you drunkenly told your captain that you wanted him to fuck you and that you craved him, and the captain followed through fucking you beneath the deck. It had been a week since he left dark hickeys on your inner thighs, chest and neck that had only started to fade recently. It had been a week since your last interaction, and you weren't sure if he regretted that night because his orders came from other crew members.

There was one thing you were sure of and that was that you couldn't get him off your mind. He was like a drug and you were addicted. Maybe you'd been at sea too long and needed a release. You would fool around when you docked in a port with random guys, but the captain made those guys seem like boys and sex wouldn't be the same unless it was with him.

You weren't the only female crew member, but you'd been around the longest. Of course, Buggy had screwed them, and they had stories to tell that only piqued your interest. Alvida was the only one who didn't have an interest in him that way. The other crew were more feminine than you, but you could draw an eye or two, choosing to make men come to you and not the other way around. But here you were debating going to Buggy and begging for round two.

'y/n can you do me a favour?' Alvida asks, popping her head around the kitchen door.

You stop chopping vegetables and face her smiling, the two of you got along really well since she joined, 'Anything for you Alvida.'

She winks at you, 'I was asked to gather intel on our next target from a guy in town. Can you deliver it to the captain please, I'm going back into town.'

she slaps some documents down on a barrel and you roll your eyes, 'Of course, go get laid.'

She blows you a kiss, 'See you tomorrow beautiful, don't do anything I wouldn't do.'

You laugh at her antics as she vanishes. You finish chopping the vegetables before picking up the documents. It looked like you had an excuse to see Buggy, you just weren't sure what was going to happen.

BUGGY

Running a ship was hard work. Yes, we had a success last week but now we need to move on to the next target. Alvida should have something for me, though I wasn't quite sure where the damn woman was. Working also got my mind off y/n of all people. They'd been on the crew for a couple of years, mainly helping in the kitchen and showing impressive knife skills in shows. They put up with my rants, and flirting and took punishments like a champ. I never once pursued them, unlike other female crew members out of respect. So imagine my surprise when a week ago when they were drunk they came up to me and said they wanted to fuck and had been thinking about me for a while.

I'm a man and gave into my carnal desires, taking y/n in the shadows, pounding into them as they begged for more. I left marks all over their body, and they were beautiful in the light of day when they weren't covered. But for a week now I'd been ignoring them, assuming that once sober they had regrets.

'Captain can I come in?' y/n calls out, knocking on the door.

Well, this would be interesting. I take a deep breath, 'come in.'

y/n walks in smiling, they are always a happy person, and this makes it hard to read them, 'Alvida's a little busy and asked me to deliver this intel.'

y/n puts the folder on the desk but doesn't immediately leave. I sit back in my chair and smirk, 'something else on your mind?'

y/n closes their eyes and takes a deep breath before pointing an accusing finger my way, 'I'm all over the place and it's your fault.'

My smirk reaches my ears and I chuckle, 'Mmm, it's not all on me, you know y/n,' I say teasingly, 'I was minding my own business having a couple of drinks when you came onto me. Been thinking about me all week have you?'

y/n opens their eyes and a blush gives them away. I detach a hand and use it to pull them towards me, forcing them onto my lap which they straddle without any further prompting.

I unbutton their shorts and slip my fingers inside, shocked to find them not wearing any underwear, 'dirty girl.'

y/n bites their lip, 'I need to do laundry, this wasn't planned.'

I nod along, mischief in my eyes, 'You didn't lock the door. Do you want someone to walk in on us?'

This wasn't my first rodeo, I knew exactly where to touch, rub, pinch and how much pressure to apply to the clit to get certain responses. y/n was putty in my hands whimpering and trying to keep control, but this was my fight to win.

I lick my lips, 'answer me. Do you want to get caught with your captain? Do you want the crew to think you're another whore for my dick?'

y/n's whimpers were enough to get me hard, but they still kept eye contact which was hot, '...maybe...right now...I want you inside me...'

I don't give any warning before I move away from the clit and thrust two fingers inside their tight warm cunt, 'BUGGY!' they squeal loudly, and squirm on my lap.

'Tell me what you want,' I whisper, voice low, and y/n shudders beneath me.

'...faster...please...' they beg and a moan slips out.

I add a third finger and quicken the pace. Beads of sweat form on y/n's forehead as they come undone around me. y/n bucks their hips and grinds against me, 'FUCK!' I exclaim as y/n starts fucking themselves on my fingers matching my pace.

if anyone walked past my quarters right now all they'd hear were y/n's moans, 'You really are a dirty girl. So desperate and needy, I should have fucked you sooner,' I laugh.

With one more forceful thrust from me y/n cums on my fingers still inside them. They breathe heavily coming down from their high, the blissful look in their eyes turning me on even more, '...fuck...Buggy...'

I remove my slick fingers and bring them to my lips, licking them clean, 'so sweet. I didn't have to do much, you fucked yourself and it was hot.'

y/n's face turns a darker shade of red before they bury it in my chest in embarrassment at their slutty actions. I can't contain my laughter as I hold them against me and kiss the top of their head, 'next time I'm going to watch you finger fuck yourself y/n. You're captain's dirty girl now.

[buncatz]

stv as stoners:

paring : ot13 svt x reader

genere : crack , fluff

warning: obvius mentions of 🍃🍃, talking to animals/plants, mention of food, spacing out, different forms of consuming, ghibli films (mentioned one time) and i think that's it !

seungchol (scoups): blunt energy, looks like he is the most resistant one but after one blunt he is more than fine, he gets soo cuddly and will pout if you don't give him what he wants, so expect a lot of kisses and cuddles with him, also is the designated roller

jeonghan: weed infused brownies are his thing, gets high easily, eyes easily gets red so he always brings his eye drops, becomes more menace than usual and will tease you for your red eyes (even though he is worse than you), but also becomes a cuddly baby, after all he just loves teasing and cuddling

joshua: has a pipe definitely, just zones outs and stares at some plant and starts talking with it almost the same as when he is talking to himself , he becomes more relaxed but also will laugh at everything you say, probably gets lost in your eyes bc he is spacing out thinking about your beauty

jun: pipe guy N2, cuddles with him are a must, always finding a way to kiss you even when he is talking, and talking abt that, he wants and will talk to anyone and everything, it's actually so funny bc he is telling the most random things at Doljjong like that one time you both got so high while watching ghibli that you started thinking that you were in a ghibli film

hoshi: mini bong guy, he likes to fill his lungs with smoke and just coughs until his eyes are watery, sm munchies so expect a full banquet to bye in 10 minutes, laughs at everything but he gets so relaxed he ended up falling asleep ( like in that TTT 2021 )

wonwoo: joint guy, he is spacing out, he will stare and space out, later on he just laughs at everything and subconsciously tries to get closer to you, after a while he ends up being a cuddly cat and will be your pressure blanket

woozi: also a joint guy, loves to smoke in his studio and create silly music, he lets you make the joint but most of the times it's him, will also space out bc he is mesmerised with his galaxy theme lights and you both ended up in his couch cuddling and listening to his new song

dokyeom: down for anything but mostly gets high with bong or joint, laughs at everything and anything, he gets more creative with his jokes and its more funny than usual ( yeah he can be more funny) will get SUPER CLINGY like expect being wrapped in his arms and kisses most of the time

mingyu: he is THE bong guy, gets sm munchies so he always brings something to eat, becomes the clingiest mf, always smiling like an idiot to you, also will end up falling asleep while telling you why he loves you sm (you give him the last bite)

the8: TEA 👏 INFUSED 👏WEED, he becomes one with the earth, he is so zoned out or becomes the most creative person and will talk with plant (like joshua) bc he thinks he can talk to them

seungkwan: pipe guy also, he gets more funnier and more talkative, probably doesn't realise that he is ranting and you have to shut him up with a kiss and he gets so flustered

vernon: joint, he is the most talkative when he is high, but he just rants about anything that it's in his mind like he watched sherck 2 before you guys got high? then just expect him talking about the whole movie saga over and over

dino: down for everything and i mean everything, he is the most creative one (he just says shit) he would say anything that comes in his head, he is more cuddly randomly and will pout if you don't give him a hug

[this is my first post so don't judge me so badly]

[satorusplayplace]

Hey bbg, I’d like to request Fluff headcannons for yuuji, todo, gojo and Toji!

-🧀

JJK men as your boyfriend! —

☆ pairing(s): yuuji x reader, todo x reader, gojo x reader, toji x reader

☆ part two!

☆ content warning(s): straight Fluff, mentions of ass slapping, and boobs groped bc of toji and todo. a little manga spoiler on toji’s! (?)

☆ A/N: i didn’t know if u want fluffy boyfriend headcanons but that’s wut i’m doing! hope u enjoy bae :] AND SORRY THERE ISNT MUCH FOR TODO. i don’t know his character too well. Mans disappeared in the manga lowk where is he? 😭 also lmk if there’s any errors!! oh and my request are OPEN

YUUJI —

yuuji loves to cuddle after missions, he loves it so much. he can’t help that he misses you so much. especially when you’re only with gojo because of your cursed technique

yuuji can’t help but make you feel overwhelmed in a good way with compliments.

yuuji feels like he must protect you and you the same! it’s a mutual thing because of your love for each other!!

yuuji loves to squish your stomach, butt, everything. he likes you.

yuuji LOVES to cook for you! he’ll even clean up after for you!

whenever you’re sick, yuuji knows immediately. he will take care of you all day. he makes you soup, he feeds you. he gives you medicine, he forces gojo to leave him and you alone for a week (if even…)

yuuji feels so safe around you! whenever you’re in one of your rooms’ alone, he feels so vulnerable and sometimes if he’s alone in his room, he cries. he cries because of how overwhelming his love is for you. he can’t believe he has you!

he loves to take care of you but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to be taken care of either!

whenever you take care of him and get worried of his wounds, you might scold him but you’re so worried you can’t help but just baby (?) him in a way.

he loves you… his heart actually might explode

he spends so much time with you, sukuna just bullies him about how smitten he is for you.

sukuna finds you cool. he uses your name actually, he respects you but he doesn’t care much to talk to you if you don’t talk to him.

yuuji wants to be with you EVERY second of the day!! he wants to be at your side and hold you!

yuuji loves whenever you see him and your eyes light up.

he loves whenever you talk about something you love.

he wants to hear all the rants you have and he wants to know what your current obsessions are! especially if it’s him

— TODO

todo is very much an ass person (sorry. i have to.) he definitely slaps your ass when he comes to see you.

surprisingly actually super caring. especially if you’re having a bad day, instead of trying to be super “gym bro” vibes about it. he’s taking care of you and asking what you need

lowk this guy would be a gym bro and a “the boys” type guy. I’m Sorry.

todo definitely carries you around everywhere

he’s the type to lift you up in air and just throw you over his shoulders and walk you to your room even if you’re 2 steps away.

he makes note of what drinks you like and buys them for you!

whenever you’re in tokyo, you love to mess with megumi but todo gets a little possessive in a sense because he thinks megumi is boring and not interesting. he doesn’t even care for women with big butts mane. (megs is a respectful kid.)

makes fun of you whenever you fall on your face

i would assume this relationship would have kissing but i feel like it would be more of a joking type of relationship.

GOJO —

MENACE ALERT. he steals everything from you. EVEN YOUR CLOTHES (ESPECIALLY IF THEY DONT FIT THEM BECAUSE OF HOW HUGE HE IS.) if they can fit like a crop top he wears them. but if you’re plus sized and always have those baggy shirts (me too bae!!), he wears them bc your scent is on them.

he’s always eating sweets, it makes you have a sweet tooth too now because you’re always with him.

toru loves you squeeze you! you’re just so cute!

he’s totally trying to get you to stop ignoring him at work. he wants hugs and kisses but you won’t even budge. the students start to wonder if their teacher was lying about being in a relationship with you.

that’s until they saw you give in when you thought you were alone. they saw him trying to kiss you and when he calmed down, you finally gave him a kiss. you better bet he was begging for more and also knew the students saw.

this guy has zero shame, no remorse, and no sense of PERSONAL space!!! he doesn’t care. what’s his is yours and what’s yours is his. he wants to be all on you. he loves being everywhere near you. gosh he’ll smell you like a little weirdo.

the students think he’s a creep, but in reality, you love satoru so much. you just try to keep social, romantic, and work life balanced. it’s hard when you’re arguing with higher-ups and you can’t go to your boyfriend who doesn’t care if his students see you both hugging and kissing. you just want the students to be comfortable and also their teacher not distracted like an idiot.

when the kyoto students see you for the first time, they wonder who you are, because you’re always on missions, you never met the students from the other school.

satoru was late, so you filled in before he came and introduced yourself! then he came and you just wanted to leave but toru made you stay because he wanted you.

you and satoru lay down at bed at night and he sometimes cries because he doesn’t know why you’re with him. he wonders what he has done right because he was a little bit of a bully in high school, he has a bad personality and he’s always being targeted. by the higher-ups and cursed spirits…

he just loves you so much and he never wants you to leave. it would break him completely. he can’t let you leave him.

though, you won’t ever. you’re always cuddled up in his chest and before you sleep, you always trace hearts on him

satoru liked PDA. the amount of PDA he tries to give in public is hilarious. he loves to poke and tease you as well.

satoru is actually a good cook btw! (he’s good at everything he does. an actually fact.) he made a dish for you while sick and you appreciate that even when he’s the strongest, he makes time for you. he makes yuuji and megumi check up on you too.

megumi has grown an attachment to you ever since satoru took him in. megumi literally loves you and tells you everything.

satoru loves to hear you complain about work because he’ll just agree with whatever you say. he just wants to hear you talk about something. he loves you so much and it shows.

satoru buys you gifts all the time!! he loves to buy you your favorite things! he also buys clothes for you! he loves to buy clothes for you!!

he also loves when you wear his. he doesn’t always wear tight fitting clothes because he doesn’t like it (but you’ve definitely convinced him to wear a compression shirt once!! it was Gorgeous.)

after a long day, he loves to shower with you or take a bath. he’s good at massages and loves when you take care of him like washing his hair. he loves whenever you take care of him (you do it every second of the day).

satoru is just super caring and loves his baby so much!! he wants to marry you. he’s so lovesick.

— TOJI

toji isn’t the best man! he’s super broke yall..

he does care for you, but he definitely misses megumi’s mom over anybody. like that’s his one and true love.

he might end up comparing you to her but he loves you too.

toji hugs on you because he’s afraid you might slip away from him.

he’s an ass slapper. he also definitely stares at your boobs.

you’ll get your ass slapped and boobs groped out of no where because of him.

he loves when you make food. it’s always so good

whenever he comes home and you’re not there, he gets super anxious but it turns out you took a quick trip to the store!

he loves to go everywhere you go if you let him.

when he comes home all bloody and needs treatment, you’re always there. he loves that you take care of him.

toji wants to take care of you but he doesn’t know how to show it. he’s afraid.

(SPOILER?) the man can’t even see his son so he abandoned him type of afraid.

toji loves you though, he kisses your cheek and hugs you all the time.

he has a major soft spot for you.

he lowk wants you to have his kids!! (again!!!)

toji can’t take you out on dates because he barely has money. you’re the one who does that.

you do a lot so the least he can do is try to make you feel loved.

you know you’re loved by him though. you see it through him.

you guys love each other and it’s noticeable. the lovesick!toji begins!!!

[daddyisastateofmind]

The Duke and Duchess attend the Monarchal summit

*tug tug*

"Darlin'"

*tug tug*

"Darlin'"

*tug tug*

Sam reached over and placed his hand on Darlin's hand where it was currently fiddling with their sleeve. "Darlin', look at me."

With a huff, Darlin's eyes looked up to Sam.

He struggled to withhold the smile tugging at his lips. His Darlin' was so cute when they were pouting, but Sam knew voicing that wouldn't help at this moment.

"You look wonderful Darlin'. You don't need to try and improve on perfection."

"I feel like I'm playing dress up."

"Well, you are. But so will everyone else. And they'll look way more ridiculous than you will ever feel."

Darlin' purposefully put their hands on their knees and hooked their nails into their skin to stop fidgeting. "Shoulda just sent Milo in my place. Or his mate. They both took way too much glee in treating me like a living, breathing barbie doll."

Sam smiled "Well, you don't look like a barbie right now."

"No, but that's only because I had to get out a colour wheel and show them exactly which colours they were limited to."

Sam chuckled and took one of their hands into his own. "I'm guessing that was a small amount of colours to choose from."

"Yeah, apparently too small according to them. But we ended up in a compromise - colours found in abundance in nature" They lifted their other hand and waved it over their outfit. "That's how they ended up on this. They said the category was 'Peacock Eleganza Extravaganza'"

He cocked his head to the side and ran his eyes over the outfit "Huh, you do look a little bird-ish."

Darlin' had only begun to rant "I would have looked much worse if Milo had his way - he wanted to attach actual peacock feathers to me."

Sam tried not to giggle at the thought of his Darlin' covered in feathers. "Thank god you talked him outta that."

"I didn't though!" they exploded "He insisted that the feathers were part of his vision! He only relented when his mate said that he was being too costume-y."

Sam couldn't help but giggle now.

"But then," they continued "their suggestion was to get a live peacock and walk it around on a leash all night instead! Thank god they couldn't find one to rent at the last minute. I walked out of the room as they were trying to figure out what exactly the legal repercussions would be if they were caught breaking into the zoo and stealing one."

Sam groaned around a grin "Menaces. You're a pack full of menaces."

Darlin' admired Sam's face for a second - he looked gorgeous when he lit up like that. But soon after the anxiety started to bite again.

"You know I don't belong here Sam" they said softly, scared to say it out loud.

Sam's eyes softened "In the limo?"

"Going to the summit." they tried to pull their hand out from Sam's, but he just squeezed his grip on them tighter. "This isn't me - the fanciest I get is putting on slacks and having dinner at Olive Garden." Their tone went quiet again "I'm not gonna fit in there...with them."

If there was one thing in the world Sam hated, it was the look on Darlin's face when they were insecure. They were such a strong presence - give them a task to complete and their gaze would harden and their lips pulled into a stoic grimace. Even when facing someone twice their size, they stood tall and straight, confident that they could take them on.

But insecure Darlin'? With their eyes big and soft, looking up to Sam like a little lost child? It damn near broke his heart.

"That'll make us the 2 outsiders tonight. I'm a hick from no-one-cares-ville. I've never had to - never needed - to blend in with that kinda crowd. And I aint gonna lie to you love - there are those who don't think I deserve to breathe the same air as them. But I never took that as a reason to change myself for them." He let go of their hand and put his arm around their shoulders.

"All you got to do is be yourself Darl'. That's all I ever want you to be." He placed a light kiss right in the middle of their forehead, and then tucked their head onto his shoulder.

Sam put on a smooth charming drawl "If you want, I could always tell William that we're not going to-"

Darlin' pulled away from him "No, Sam."

"But-"

"I said no. William invited me-"

Sam rolled his eyes "It's possible to decline a invitation Darlin'"

"Not when it was a literal gold engraved invitation, it isn't," Sam had to remind himself that it wasn't appropriate at his age to stomp his feet like a child.

"Besides, he was nice enough to invite me as part of the clan, even though I have no claim to it. I have to go."

Sam glanced at them and saw them school their expression into one of determination. "I'm going." Their voice sounded confident, but he could still see a glimpse of that lost little child in their eyes.

The limo turned a driveway and joined the queue of fancy sport cars and other limos dropping off their passengers.

"Well, if we're going, then I suppose I have to tell you something."

Darlin' responded but they were looking out the windscreen to the huge mansion they were getting closer to. "What's that?"

"But you have to promise me this never reaches the pack." That had them direct their focus straight at Sam.

"What is it?"

He grimaced and rubbed his chin. "You know how William's the king of the clan?"

"Yeah."

"And Alexis and Vincent are his progenies?"

'Yes Sam, I pay attention."

"Well, that means they get to be called the princess and prince of the clan."

"O...k... Wait, are you a pr-"

"No, nope, I'm not a prince." Sam shook his head vehemently.

The limo was inching closer to the door now - only 1 car ahead of them.

"So what are you trying to tell me?"

Was Sam sweating? He felt like he was sweating, but when he wiped his hand against his forehead, it came up dry. Gods, this was so hard. "Since I am the progeny of a king's progeny, that makes me..."

"Makes you?"

A valet opened up the door next to Sam, who took this opportunity to rush out the next words. "Well Darlin', that makes me a duke."

He quickly stepped out of the limo. Standing there, adjusting his jacket, he waited for his mate to emerge. And he waited. And he waited.

He was about to duck back inside, when Darlin finally exited the vehicle. With the biggest shit eating grin he's ever seen.

With a high put upon voice his meemaw would have described as 'hoity-toity', they slipped their arm through his and announced loudly "Come Samuel, I am absolutely famished, and I long to tell Jemima about our summer in the Hamptons."

Sam mouthed "Jemima?" as he was dragged into the mansion on Darlin's arm.

He had a feeling, even if Darlin' hid this little fact from the rest of their pack, he was going to be the butt of many jokes for years to come. But it was worth it - the delight they had his expense meant they spent the whole evening with a huge smile on their face.

Sometimes Sam was sad about his turning - how his previous life was snatched away, and then was bestowed a life he never wanted. But he saw the silver lining sometimes. If he hadn't been turned, he might have not met his Darlin'. And might not have their sparkling eyes as they introduced themselves as the mate of the Duke of the Solaire clan to as many as people as possible - taking much pleasure in pointing to Sam "That one. That one there. He's the Duke of the Solaire clan."

Sam congratulated himself for not wearing his crown tonight. He wouldn't want Darlin' to pull a muscle laughing at him.

[dinahdoeeyes]

My ideal production of Starlight Express.

I suppose I'll just get right into it. First the list of characters, then the songs (excluding little bits/non-songs like Taunting Rusty and the races), then the rest.

Cast:

Rusty

Pearl

Greaseball

Dinah

Electra

CB

Ashley

Buffy

Poppa

Belle, the Sleeping Car (called Memphis Belle)

Dustin

Flat-Top

The Rockies

Volta, Joule, Wrench, Purse, and Krupp

The original National Engines

Duvay and the Sleepers

Control

Setlist (* = will be addressed below):

Entry Of National Trains

Rolling Stock

Call Me Rusty

A Lotta Locomotion ('83 Workship version, but with Buffy added)

He Whistled At Me (Minus the Rusty/Pearl conversation)

*Dinah/Greaseball duet

Freight (With the girls bullying the boys)

AC/DC

Pumping Iron ("Trying to build my body, trying to lose my mind" and "Stretching my bullworker, heaving on my weights" switch spots because I just feel that it'd sound better that way.)

Sleepers moment

*Dinah solo

Hitching and Switching (probably original)

Crazy

*That was Unfair (extended)

That's Me/There's Me (duet)

Poppa's Blues

Belle's Song (Combo of OG & Broadway — especially "sniffing the coke")

Starlight Express

The Rap: Hey You

*Make Up My Heart

Pearl Twirl

U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D.

Girls' Rolling Stock

Wide Smile (Mostly the Broadway version, except he says the OG "...C.B." in the chorus instead of Broadway's "...the Red Caboose," until the ending after Electra & co leave.)

I Was Robbed

Right Place, Right Time

I Am The Starlight

Rusty and Dustin

*Dinah's Disco (extended)

No Comeback

One Rock & Roll Too Many

I Do and/or Only You (I really want "I Do," and it feels redundant to do both in a row, but I feel like "Only You" is important?)

*GreaseDinah reunion (extended)

Light At The End Of The Tunnel

Starlight Express Megamix (of course)

Notes:

We are leaning hard into the 80's here! None of that trying to modernize StEx they've been doing since the 90's. It doesn't work, and the hyper-80's...ness is one of the best things about StEx!

This is about 60% the 1984 original, so keep that in mind.

Dinah & Greaseball look most like the original Dinah and Greaseball. (Though Dinah's hair looks like this. I'll get to her costumes below.) Greaseball looks completely like Jeff Shankley's GB.

Most of the costumes look like the Broadway versions.

However, Pearl gets 3 costumes; her pants outfit from the '84 previews (but with white pants), followed by her sleek Broadway dress outfit (w/ Electra), and then the fluffy dress outfit (w/ GB).

Dinah has 2 costumes; the first one being more Broadway (but I dislike the leggings, so different ones), and then, when she pairs with Electra, she changes to an outfit that is similar to her OG outfit.

C.B.'s look is very similar to the original, except his pants are black, and he has his later hat.

I want some of the choreography from the '83 workshop. ( x x x x )

Dinah & Greaseball banter a bit because "Incapable of feeding yourself, Greaseball?" Ohhh *chef's kiss* 2017 London Workshop did something right!

*Dinah & Greaseball get a couple's duet. It's a fun, cute, rock/80's pop mix song that touches on their love for each other and how they don't care about others' bullshit. ("Our Lips Are Sealed" kind of vibes, I suppose.)

Ashley and Duvay are sisters.

Greaseball pulls the girls during "Freight," like he originally did.

*Dinah gets a solo after "Pumping Iron" after the Sleepers talk their bullshit. It'd be about 3½ minutes long. If you've read my Dinah rants, you can get an idea of what it's about.

Greaseball, Bobo, and Espresso are part of the choreography during "Crazy" toward the end, racing around with Dinah, Ashley, and Buffy. (I promise this is FIRE in my head. Have faith. 🥺)

*Grease & Dinah have a longer argument before their breakup.

Dinah and C.B. have a duet. It's the Broadway version of There's Me combined with That's Me. (Dinah singing her solo part first.)

*Pearl sings "Make Up My Heart" about Rusty, Electra, and Greaseball. (Explanation here.)

*"U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D." is slower, sadder, and has more lyrics, like it was in the '83 workshop.

Buffy & Ashley are finally canon. It's Complicated™️, but they get it together by the end.

*"Dinah's Disco" is a bit longer, as is *Dinah & Greaseball's reunion/makeup.

Pearl is absolutely like original Pearl in this: A selfish bitch (who learns and gets better by the end); she is not "naive." ("Further from my vision" over "Sadder but no wiser.")

We actually acknowledge that Pearl is an asshole. But, like Greaseball, she learns and is working on herself by the end! 🙌🏽

Pearl apologizes to Dinah at the end. FINALLY. (During a break in LATEOTT.)

Control loves the engines/coaches/freight, and they love him. He's just a bossy little kid, but they're also actin' up. (I'm open to Control being a girl.)

Electra and the Components do come back.

I... think that's it. I hope didn't forget anything.

CHOO CHOO! 💋

[bl00dst41ned]

*.·:·.✦ my little secret (jude bellingham ‘series’ pt.1) ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jude bellingham x female oc (Mariah)

summary: in which Jude chooses the wrong time to break up with Mariah

author's note: saw @mwahuniverse’s post. here it is. might be a three to four-part series so if you want to get tagged for the other ones, comment or drop it in my asks (part 2 is already ready and out Friday or Saturday hehe)

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Two lines.

It felt like Mariah’s eyes could not get away from these two lines on the pink stick.

These two lines, as simple as they looked, were about to change the entire course of her life.

Not believing the sole test even after staring at it for minutes, she quickly picked up the other tests:

Two lines

“Pregnant”

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

The young woman’s vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears that she tried to dry with her hands. But the overwhelming feeling took over, tears now strolling down her cheek.

Not tears of sadness, but of happiness. Happiness from growing life in her belly. Happy to start a family with the person she loved, Jude.

Speaking of him, Mariah checked her phone, seeing that her boyfriend should be back. She rushed to hide the tests and order some of their signature meal they only eat together.

Behind the door could be heard keys jiggling before it opens. Jude doesn’t have time to walk in that he is greeted with an overly cheerful Mariah. He gave her a quick kiss on the temple before heading to the living room with his girlfriend on his steps.

“I have something to tell you” Mariah started with a smile as they sat on the sofa.

Weirdly, Jude sat as far as possible for her, something he started to do for a few days now. Mariah had picked on his change of behaviour but decided to ignore it.

“Wait, let me start” Jude interrupted in a stern voice, which caused Mariah’s smile to slowly fade.

“I think we should stop this”

“Stop what?” Confusion laced her voice.

“Us”

His words hit her like a car crash. Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. Jude, the man that she loved, just broke up with her for no apparent reason. Broke her heart when she thought their love was sealed by the little seed that was about to grow in her belly.”

Her breathing got heavy and palms became sweaty but she tried to cover it.

“Wh-why ?” She managed to ask in the least shaky voice she could let out.

“I just don’t feel like doing it anymore, I kind of lost interest” He nonchalantly responded, breaking Mariah’s heart even more.

“Yeah, we should end it now, you go your way and I go mine”

The more he spoke the more it felt like he stamped on her heart. As much as she tried to keep face and not show anything, her body decided otherwise since her hands lightly shook from trying not to burst out crying.

As Jude kept on ranting as if he didn’t care how Mariah felt, her phone buzzed repeatedly.

She opened her phone seeing a DM from an unknown girl, named Leslie

missleslie

*sent one attachement*

tell my man I can’t wait to see him again 😘

Mariah opened the attachment seeing a mirror photo of her, Jude laying in the background on his phone. The same phone, set on the coffee table. With the same outfit he wore right in front of her. The same Jude that just broke her heart had spent the day with another girl.

“Who’s that?” She turned her phone around showing the picture to him.

He let a light smirk grow a bit before he just sat back unfazed

“What d’you want me to tell you?”

After all their time together, Jude had always cared for her, making sure nobody, not even him, hurt her feelings. But now it felt like all of it had gone away.

“Just go, bro”

To which he did. He walked out of her apartment without a word or even a look. He just left her.

Once the door closed, Mariah took out the test, looking at each of them intensively. She bursted in tears, not able to control them.

She cried and cried until there were no tears left to cry.

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[theyrealllesbians]

Wedding Season- Chapter 2

James swung the front door open and called out. "Hello!"

Euphemia, his mum, came running from the kitchen. "Jamie, darling. It's so good to see you, it's been too long."

"Mum, it's literally only been a week. I also spoke to you on the phone on Wednesday." He laughed.

"Oh well that's far too long." Euphemia grabbed at his face and brought his forehead down to rest against hers momentarily before pulling back and kissing his cheek. James pretended to ignore the way that she had to go on her tip-toes to reach him, deciding to save the 'you'll always be my baby' lecture until it actually mattered. "Where are Sirius and Remus, I thought that they were coming with you?" She asked, turning towards the kitchen whilst wiping her hands on an apron James recognised from his childhood.

"They couldn't make it. They have some wedding stuff they desperately wanted to get done tonight. Booking vendors or cake tasting or flowers or something like that. Honestly, I can't remember." James had begun to tune Sirius out whenever he spoke about the wedding. It was a never ending rant about carnations and vanilla sponge, burlap or silk, fairy lights or lamps, martinis or an old fashioned and quite frankly, James could not listen to one more second. Besides, Sirius had a way of making every decision seem like a life or death situation. As a result, James would often than not end up getting yelled at when he chose the 'wrong' shade of white for the chairs. He loved Sirius more than anything, but in order to stay friends with him, James had made the executive decision to step back from all wedding decisions. Besides, Remus and the wedding planner told him everything he needed to know as part of being the best man. So he really wasn't missing much. It's not that he didn't expect Sirius to go full on bridezilla, because he did. It's just that he didn't quite realise how many little decisions went into planning a wedding. Since 'helping' Sirius and Remus, James has decided that when he gets married, it'll be a small affair. Probably in his parent's garden, with food that he and his mum cooked, flowers picked from his own garden and outfits that they'd both wear for anniversary dates time and time again. He wanted to be able to remember the love, not the little stressors that -at the time- would seem to derail the entire day.

"Oh, I remember those days. So exciting, but unbelievably stressful, be sure to send them my love. And I'll send you home with some bits and bobs to give them." By 'bits and bobs' James knew he'd be leaving with at least a months worth of food. He'd be playing tetris with his freezer tonight, he would never dare complain though, his mum's food was the best he'd ever tasted. Besides, he would never pass up the opportunity to not have to cook after a long day at work. Sirius and Remus would be endlessly grateful as well.

"I will do. Sirius is desperate to see you, so I'm sure he'll be here next week." James let his mum know.

"Oh well you know he doesn't have to wait till a Sunday to come see me. Even if he just wanted to pop in for lunch, I'd love to have him."

"I know, and he does as well. I think it's just slipped his mind because of how busy he is. I'll remind him though." Sirius had a habit of this, withdrawing whenever life got busy. He'd prioritise his work and keeping the house clean, often forgetting that he could also make time to decompress and see the people he loved. Luckily it only took James or Remus forcing him to leave his office for him to get back into a normal routine in which he wasn't being stretched unbelievably thin or being wound incredibly tight. James could never quite tell if it was some form of trauma response, or whether it was just the way that Sirius was wired. Either way, he's gotten better compared to when they were at school. During A-levels, James doesn't think Sirius left their dorm for anything other than food for at least 2 weeks. Despite the fact that at least 50% of the time, if someone checked on him, he wasn't actually doing any revision. James didn't really understand it. He pulled out his phone and added 'call Moony/ drag Pads out the house' onto his ever growing to do list.

"What can I help with?" James asked, rolling his sleeves up while walking over to the sink to start washing his hands.

"Oh, there's nothing really." His mum responded whilst opening the 5th can of what looked like crushed tomatoes. James looked around and spotted 3 pack of unopened whole chickens, a pile of uncut vegetables and several pots on the hob that were dangerously close to boiling over.

"Mum, stop lying. How about I break down the chicken?" He knew his mum didn't really like cutting the chicken. As she grew older, it just got harder and harder for her to break the bones and separate the breast from the thighs. He grabbed a knife and a chopping board from their respective drawers before she could even answer.

"Oh well, if you don't mind." His mum shrugged before turning round to face him and quickly rattling off a series of instructions. "Make sure you get as much meat of the bones as possible, I won't stand to see it wasted. But keep the bones in the thighs, you know it's your father's favourite bit. Oh, and don't throw away the wish bone. We can break it after dinner. Then I need the breast diced and adding to the pot at the back. The dark meat is going in a new pot. Everything else can get turned into stock. Oh, and be careful! Don't cut yourself!"

James huffed out a laugh, "I'm 26, I think I'll be fine."

"Oh, you never know. They're pesky little things, let me know if you need any help." James turned around to face the chopping board before rolling his eyes. Yes, he was 26, a full grown adult who was no longer living with his parents, but he would not be caught rolling his eyes at his mother. It was a death sentence.

"Will do. Anyways, how've you been?" James asked, unwrapping the first chicken.

"Oh, you know, same old, same old." His mum always said this right before delving into some local drama that was in fact not 'same old, same old'. "Your dad has been driving me mad asking what shade of red roses I want in the garden. And I just quite frankly, do not care. They will look lovely no matter what. Oh, but did I tell you about what happened with the Wilson's?" Here we go.

"No, I don't think you did. Are they the ones with the ginger cat?" James swears that cat should've died years ago. He remembers it from when he was a child. Remembers the way it would try and bite at his ankles any time he walked past.

"Yes, wretched thing. Anyways, apparently Richard tried to murder Margaret last week."

"What?!" James exclaimed, turning around to face his mum. She didn't move.

"Yeah, Judith got a call from him on, when was it, Tuesday I think. Or maybe Wednesday. And she came round and told me straight away. Apparently, Richard had gotten himself in a panic over the online banking as Margaret doesn't know any of the passwords and he tried to smother her with a pillow. The police came round and had to take both mine and your father's statements, even though your dad knew nothing of what was going on. They took him straight to a special care home and are talking about court dates. Bless them though, you never would have guessed it would you."

"No, I suppose not. He always seemed pretty decent. Always gave me the football back after I kicked it in their garden."

"Exactly, and that's what I said to the police. Never would think of him to even hurt a fly. I mean the amount of eggs I have borrowed from him, you'd think he'd want me dead. But no, he always said yes as long as I brought him round a slice of cake I baked, and you know I always did." James let his mother's voice carry him into a slower motion, letting his shoulders drop and jaw relax more than it had in the past week. Something about the smell of his parent's fabric softener and the spices slowly cooking drifted him into a dream like state. One where his own bones grew warm and his skin infinitely softer. He wished he could bottle this feeling and get drunk on it every night.

"James!" His mother yelled, smashing his peace into a thousand splintering pieces.

"What? What's happened?" He span around, eyes trailing over everything trying desperately to spot the danger.

"Nothing." He let out a sigh. "I was asking how you're week had been?"

"Oh, yeah it's been fine. Busy though. I've been working with this little girl, about 7, helping her walk again. She's making really good progress, but she's absolutely terrified. She had this pin through her foot diagonally, and her mum says she accidentally put her foot down quite a bit when she still had it in. Didn't hurt her much, but must've been a weird, uncomfortable sensation. I mean I got the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it. But yeah, it's been really nice seeing her get excited about walking again. Beats having to convince all the 17 year old lads that they won't actually be 'just fine' if they play for their club on Saturday." It's not like he had favourites, but it was easy to say that those who would greet him with a hug and tell him all about their teddies made his day just that bit brighter. James truly loved his job, he had to. If he didn't love it, he wouldn't be able to do it. He never intended to be a paediatric physiotherapist, he always wanted to go into rugby professionally. Ironically, it was Lily who was able to talk him into reconsidering his options, albeit not in the most conventional ways. She had said that he was 'too clever to let his brain get all mangled up, and that he was too much of a good person to let himself pick such a selfish career path filled with egotistical twats'. After a while, he did realise that he wanted to have a secure career and feel like he was making a difference in the world. He couldn't give up sport entirely though. So, during the week, he works for the NHS and in the evenings and at select weekends, he's the physio for the local rugby club. Seeing some of the injuries those players got helped him gain confidence in his decision very quickly.

"That's lovely, darling. Horrible thing for such a young child to go through, but I'm happy she's got the best helping her." His mum winked at him as she said that.

"I mean, it's not as bad as it sounds. She had corrective surgery, but it's meant that she hasn't been able to walk in around 9 months. So I reckon it'll take a while, but she's sweet and her parents are lovely, so I'm happy to spend as long as it takes helping."

"I'm sure that you are, love. You have always been so keen to help others. It is one of your better qualities." His mum grinned at him, suppressing a laugh.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" He asked, adding the chicken to each respective pot.

"We both remember how many phone calls I used to get from Minnie?" His mum says Minnie as, to James and Sirius's horror, she'd ended up becoming quite good friends with McGonagall. In fact, they try to meet up every month for tea and a catch up since they've all finished school.

"That's so not fair. I'm an adult now. I've grown up." James drew out the last syllable, quickly defeating his own argument by sounding like a whiny toddler.

"Yes, yes, of course you have, babu." His mum smiled at him again as she continued to tend to the food cooking. "Did you get the invite for Priya's wedding?" Priya was James's cousin on his mum's side. He actually quite liked her when they were growing up. She was only a year older than him so they formed a little alliance along with his other cousins of a similar age.

"Yeah, yeah I did. I think I got it a couple months ago." James had added it to the shrine of wedding invites adorning his fridge. "Yeah, it's at the end of August right?"

"The 31st, yes. Remember, a lot of family that we haven't seen in ages is flying over, so you better be on your best behaviour." His mum fixed him with a firm stare.

"Again, I am 26." He knew this would have little to no effect on his mum's conviction that somehow he'd become the family laughing stock in one singular evening.

"Okay. Still, make sure that you are letting everyone see how happy and successful you are. You know that I only want you to be happy, but my sisters aren't as forward thinking as me so be sure to mention that you are top of your field."

"Well that's a lie." James replied outright, furrowing his brows in confusion whilst laughing to himself. He'd only been in the field for 3 years, so he wasn't sure what his mum was on about.

"You've got the best reviews in your hospital." His mum replied matter-of-factly, as if they were at all comparable.

"Okay, yes, sure. I'll be sure to tell them about my career so that you can have bragging rights." He chuckled as he said this.

"James! Take this seriously!" His mum started waving the spoon she had in her hand in his direction. James was forced to take a step back to save his freshly ironed shirt from being stained.

"Yes, James, take it seriously!" His father added, walking into the kitchen while shaking his finger in a comedic manner. "You know how important it is for your mother to brag to others about our family. You can't let her down by underselling your achievements." His dad had a cheeky smile dancing across his lips showing that he didn't take it seriously either, but Fleamont Potter would never be caught, even in death, not having his wife's back.

"Oh, if you can, be sure to mention that Remus has just opened his own business and that Sirius wrote and directed the christmas nativity!"

"Will do." James and his dad reply in unison.

"Oh, and James? Are you bringing a date?" silver eyes flashed through James's mind, "I only ask because everyone has been asking me if you've met anyone!"

"I wasn't planning on it." James shrugged, trying his best to act nonchalant.

"You might want to rethink that kid. You know how your mother's family can be once they sense a bit of drama." James shuddered a little at the thought of answering a hundred questions about his love life after he'd drank a couple glasses of wine.

"Oh, come off it. My family is not like that. They all just care about James's happiness, that's all. Don't make it out to be something cruel." His mum sniped back. His dad only looked at James again, a long pointed look.

"I'll think about it." James said. Surely it wouldn't be too hard to find a date, if only for a couple weddings.

"Oh! Does that mean you already have someone in mind?" His mum swung her head round so she could look at James. Walking forward to grip his forearms.

"Mum!" He exclaimed, "I just said that I would think about it!" The feeling of fluffy black hair beneath his fingertips shot down his spine.

"Oh! You're blushing! There is someone!" His mum was practically jumping up and down with excitement.

"Mum…" James groaned, hanging his head.

"Euphie, leave him alone. If the boy says there's no one, there's no one. We have to believe what he tells us, otherwise we'll go insane." His dad placed a hand on his mum's shoulder and steered her away from James.

"Thanks. I guess?" James smiled at his dad. His dad simply grinned and winked right back. Great, so his dad did not believe what he was saying either, and his mum was clearly already planning his wedding.

Brilliant.

[strawberryfairi]

Shuji Hanma | Headcanons

★ When he flirts with you; Black Girl Edition❣️ ★ Fluff; Shuji being ridiculously chaotic and you pretending not to love it

💎 DO NOT let this man's looks fool you. Shuji is a cornball ass bozo! I said what I had said💁🏾‍♀️

~He comes across so intimidatingly gorgeous, especially since he's so damn tall, but he flirts with you like he's still in high school because he thinks it's funny. Just the most unserious man to walk the earth.

~ For example: "You got any bandaids? 'Cause I scraped my knees when I fell for you, baby." He murmurs next to your ear with a wide, prideful grin. You give him your best side eye for a moment, then walk away shaking your head, attempting to force your smile down so he wouldn't get boosted off your reaction.

"You need to go on somewhere with your goofy ass. That was even worse than yesterday." You reply over your shoulder, the amusement all in your voice as you kept walking.

~He would never admit this out loud, but he loves the way you always roll your eyes and walk away trying to hide your smile from him when he makes a move on you. He follows after you every single time.

~Honestly he can be like that annoying sibling that won't stop bothering you when he wants to. Turning your bedroom light on then leaving with your door wide open type time...that's Shuji.

~He will absolutely insert himself into your daily life, and do it without warning. He just...arrives. ~Does not care about your feelings on the matter either^^, if he wants to be around you he will.

~You act like you'd never give him the time of day and he absolutely, positively loves it.

~You have to give it to 'em, he's definitely persistent.

~He's never satisfied with his encounters with you until you're completely bothered and/or utterly embarrassed by him.

~Example #2: "Get back! Why're you always doin' the most?!" You rant, covering your face with hands to hide the embarrassment as you walk. This man Shuji had started yelling out Michael Jackson lyrics in the middle of the sidewlak all out in public like he don't got no damn sense. Acting like he's in a music video behind you, people start to stare and mumble discreetly to each other as they passed by you two, only making the embarrassment ten thousand times worse.

"JUST KISS ME BABY AND TELL ME TWICE, THAT YOU'RE THE ONE FOR ME! THE WAY YOU-

"SHUJI! I'm bouta call the police on your stupid ass! Stop! 'Cause you can't even sing!" You holler over him, trying to come across as angry and annoyed as possible as you continue speed walking down the sidewalk.

~He definitely noticed the wide smile on your face....

~No no, getting serious for a second though, he'll definitely come through whenever you need his help. Especially if it involves beating some idiot guy's ass that couldn't take a hint. ~I mean, he's goofy and wild, but he's always reliable.

~Speaking of fighting, he loves to show off his skills when he can. He knows he's a great fighter and so do you.

~He loves the height and overall size difference between you too, and will definitely flex that regularly.

~He's not one to get sappy or particularly emotional, but whenever you're upset or crying about something he'll cheer you up in his own (ghetto) way.

~Example #3: You sniffled a few times, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as you finished ranting about your coworkers at your stressful job.

"Yeah, that's a lot. So...wanna ride?" He asks, his tone plain yet a mischievous smirk made it's way onto his lips. Your face instantly scrunches up in annoyance.

"Shuji! Why can't you just like listen and-

"On my bike, on my bike!" He chuckles, waving his hands in surrender as you smack his shoulder.

"Then say that, not 'wanna ride'." You scold, giving him another one of your classic side eyes. He knew damn well that came across sexual.

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon into night riding around town until you completely forgot about the stress of the day. It was a win-win in Shuji's mind. You weren't upset anymore, and he got to spend hours with the feeling of your arms wrapped around him for once instead of smacking him.

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🧚🏾‍♀️A/N: Ugh, I love Shuji, he's such a goofy, tall cutie.

DON'T STEAL MY WORK✋🏾🛑

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: Eyy you wanted part 2, so here’s part 2 of this fic where Leon actually confesses his feelings.

Mentions of Ethan Winters and Clair Redfield and Luis Serra.

still takes place when an out break did not happen.

Tonight.

Tonight was the night he was going to confess his feelings, he was just going to through caution to the wind and let you know how he truly felt. That was until he saw you dressing up.

“Hey…Y/n….what are you doing?”

Smoothing out your skirt you gave Leon a beaming smile. “I have another date with Ethan tonight and…Leon.”

“What?”

Sighing you turned to face your best friend, a slight scowl on your face. “Ethan’s not a bad guy.”

Leon didn’t mean to scoff, though judging by the look on your face it managed to slip past his lips. It’s not like he didn’t like that guy. Okay he couldn’t stand him, he didn’t like that he seemed to be so hung up about his ex. “You’re right…I’m just tired from today.” Letting out a forced laugh to drive point home.

About to reply, your phone chimed in a text messaged. “Oh that’s him…how do I look?”

Plastering a smile on his face he cleared out his throat. “Beautiful….like always Y/n.”

Feeling your cheeks grow warm you pushed down the confusing feelings you stood on your toes placing a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t wait up alright.”

Watching you rush out the door, a sigh slipped past his lips. “Have fun.”

+•+

“Christ Claire, you don’t have to scream so loud.”

Slouching on the couch Leon did his best to ignore his best friend ranting at him how he may have lost his chances. “Ya I know I could have…I gotta go Claire Y/n I calling me.”

Glancing at his watch, Leon frowned seeing the time.It wasn’t that far into the date for you to be calling. Answering the phone he was about to answer only for your sobs to come through.

“Leon…do…do you think you can come pick me up.”

Sitting up, Leon quickly pushed off the couch grabbing the keys to his bike as he rushed out the door. “Ya…just give me the address, on my way alright.”

+•+

If it was one thing that Leon hated, it was seeing you cry though through your muffled sobs he was able to figure out that Ethan got a message from his ex, that she wanted to work things out.

“I feel so stupid.”

Shaking his head, Leon brushed your tears away giving you a weak smile. “Your not stupid alright. Don’t go saying things like.”

Sniffling, you let out a light laugh shaking your head you reached out grabbing his hand. “You’re always so sweet Leon….and after tonight. I’m such an idiot.”You hated that it took a shitty date for you to finally realize your feelings for him.

“Y/n..you’re no-.”

“I…I love you…aha I love you and I can’t believe it took me this long to figure it out.”

Blinking a few times, Leon froze doing his best to take in what you said to him though it wasn’t long before a laugh escaped his lips. “Is that so…well that’s a weight off my shoulders because I love you too….now can I kiss you.Because I really want to kiss you.”

“Even when my make up is smudge? And I look like a mess?” You teased looking up at him.

Resting his head against yours he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’ll always want to kiss you Y/n…it doesn’t matter what you look like.” He muttered giving you a smile. “So can I?”

“You can.”

Feeling his lips against your own, you returned the kiss clutching his shirt in your fingers tightly. Though breaking the kiss you smiled up at me. “Oh this reminds me! You’re gonna be me date to my friends wedding right?.”

“The one that’s marrying Luis right…Y/n….you didn’t have to ask.” Leon smiled. “I’d be honored to be your date.”

Nearly letting out a squeal you grabbed his hand tugging him away. “You’re going to look so good in a suit.”

[iam93percentstardust]

*insert french laugh* Did someone say to send a prompt? Ahoy! Have no fear for I am here. How about stevetony kiss prompt with the dialogue "i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"? Could Steve be the one to also say it? <3

naferty fren!!! yesss always happy to write steve for you <3

@soliloquent-stark also requested this prompt + "If you win, I'll kiss you" so I rolled y'all into one

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

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Steve does follow his physical therapy plan religiously, and sure enough, by the time the next season—his final season, as a senior now—rolls around, he’s declared fit to play. And, fuck, does he play. Determined to prove himself even better after his recovery, to prove that Rollins couldn’t get him down, he leads his team to victory after victory and then to the playoffs and now to the championship.

Tony ducks into the locker room before the game, ignoring the good-natured wolf-whistles and catcalls from Steve’s teammates as he picks his way through the equipment littered across the room. It’s been an open secret for ages that Steve was seeing an omega, and after his injury last season, it became an open secret that Steve was specifically seeing Tony because he kept showing up to fuss over him, but none of them would ever turn him in. They have too much respect for their captain and quarterback, and anyway, most of them think the zero fraternization rules are just as ridiculous as they do.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Steve says, beaming at him. “How was your exam?”

Tony makes a face. He hadn’t flown over with the team yesterday, being required to take an exam for one of his courses—something about mechanics, which Steve had listened to all the ranting about, nodding sympathetically since that was about as much as he understood.

“That bad?” Steve asks.

Tony scowls. “No. It was boring. If you’re gonna make a big deal about this exam being the ‘hardest exam of the entire semester’—” he adopts a suitably dramatic tone for the quote—“then it should at least be difficult, right? I overstudied way too much for that thing. I don’t think it took me more than about ten minutes.”

“Maybe that’s just because you’re impressive.”

“Or maybe Dr. Kean’s not nearly as scary as she thinks she is.”

Steve hums. He doesn’t completely agree—no one knows how smart Tony is better than he does after years of listening to Tony telling him about his inventions—but he’s not going to argue the point. He wasn’t there; for all he knows, everyone was done with the exam after ten minutes.

“I’m glad to see you here,” he says instead. “I wasn’t sure you’d make it.”

Tony makes a dismissive gesture. “What’s a little light sprinting through the airport to catch the next flight?”

“And the TSA let you?”

“I told ‘em I was going to support my alpha, and they practically made a hole for me themselves. They’re big Steve Rogers’ fans, you know.”

It’s Steve’s turn to make a face. He doesn’t know how he feels about having fans. No, that’s not true. He knows exactly how he feels, and he doesn’t like it.

Tony laughs, “Yeah, exactly.”

Steve hears the coach starting to round people up for the pregame pep talk and says, “You better get out there. Don’t want you to miss the kickoff.”

“Hmm, yeah, probably,” Tony agrees and starts to walk away, grinning when Steve reels him back in. “What?”

“Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” Steve asks.

“No?”

That innocent look on his face isn’t fooling Steve one bit. He reminds him, “Kiss for luck?”

Tony thinks about it, then gives him a teasing smile. “Hmm, I’m gonna have to go with no.”

Steve blinks at him. “No?”

“Yeah, no. But if you win, I’ll kiss you then.”

He darts away before Steve can catch him to kiss him himself, cackling like mad as he dodges his hand. Steve watches him go and shakes his head fondly. Well, now that Tony’s laid a challenge on him, guess he’ll have to win.

~

Looking back on it, he’ll be able to remember the game in excruciating detail. He’ll be able to sit down with Tony and watch the highlights and comment on what he was thinking at each moment of the game. Today though, it feels like barely a minute has passed before he’s standing in the winners box, looking at Tony beaming from ear to ear while someone asks him how he feels.

“Amazing,” he says honestly. He almost says something about Tony, but stops himself at the last second. That moment feels too private, too them to share on national television.  He gives another couple of soundbites before the mic moves to Peter, who’d made the winning touchdown in the last second, literally.

“I think I just kind of blacked out when I caught that last ball,” Peter says blankly, still clearly in shock. “I just ran for it. I’m lucky I moved at all.”

Everyone chuckles and then they’re finally allowed down off the stage. Steve makes a beeline straight for Tony, vaguely acknowledging the people who try to talk to him. Tony is waiting for him with a softer, more teasing smile.

“Congratulations, quarterback,” Tony says once he reaches him.

“Thanks,” Steve says, grinning at him. “Now, if I remember correctly, I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.”

“Oh, is that what part this is?” Tony asks, arching his eyebrows.

“Pretty sure. I did win, after all.”

“Well, if you won,” Tony says exaggeratedly, but grabs ahold of Steve’s jersey and yanks him in. He smiles again, bright and warm and so, so proud, and then leans up and kisses him. And it’s a perfect moment, the best way to cap off the best season Steve has ever had. Steve wraps his arms around him, holding him close, and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him.