#this event is already so freaking funny

[skunkes]

okey yey con highlights

- vendor who called my friend (chimera Falin cosplay) over and said omg falin look I have you, opened his print catalog to show us the thinnest no organs enormous booby falin print we had to just smile and nod to like this

- qas given free thistle print with purchase of rarity mlp sticker....and originally was called over to see it by the vendor saying omg thistle i have u here ^_^

- lots of vendors told me i was the first/only thistle they saw (tho i did see 2 other thistles, one cloaked and one in the fit I have)

- I was given a red grundo (neopet) plushed by somebody who took a foto of me and my falin (she was given a red kyrii)

- approached vendor with their only dungeon meshi print being of thistle being bitten by the winged lion and as Im grabbing Thistle and The Lion they're greeting me like oh my gosh Thistle! And the Lion!

[formal-frog-shoes]

Twiststuck stuff i just wanna get out

Im a huge Cater multi-shipper

Normally this wouldn't be a problem

BUT I CAN'T HAVE ALMOST EVERYONE IN THIS AU HAVE A FLUSH OR PALE CRUSH ON HIM THAT'S ABSURD!!!

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

Ahhhhh, yes!!! They're finally together! And they're adorable, and such idiots in the best way possible!

That felt as classically *them* as possible, dramatic, and idiotic, and insanely sweet.

Word, girl, you have no idea how badly I NEED Oliver and Isaac to get togetherrrr😭 They're too cute!!!!!

Well. . . the time is here at last.😉❤️

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The college’s arts programs were hosting a formal gala. It was a big night for Spirit, Eliana, and Amberlynn. And even Felix, who Oliver remembered was a fashion major.

Spirit’s culinary arts professor put her in charge of the catering, dubbing her as the head chef for the night. But until 9:45, when the kitchen would finally close and she could enjoy the event with her friends, she was stuck in an apron.

But she would be giving a short speech. El would be one of the students thanked for donating art to be presented at the event, Amberlynn would be doing a monologue she wrote herself, and Felix would be one of the fashion students modeling their own original designs.

The night had started off great for Oliver. He’d never been big on parties, but he’d actually been excited for this event. He’d put on a nice soft-grey suit with a little silver owl-shaped pin, and he felt like he looked good. He wanted to look good. But after twenty minutes at the party, that confidence started to fade.

He was leaning against a wall, occasionally glancing in his best friend’s direction. Across the room, some girl Oliver didn’t recognize was talking—Oliver would say ‘flirting’—with Isaac. And Oliver saw Isaac flirting back. His stomach twisted every time the pretty girl made his best friend laugh. He felt self-conscious for some reason. Maybe even a little sick to his stomach.

“Hey, you alright?”

Oliver snapped out of his own mind and looked to his side and up. Way up. No matter how many times he saw the guy, he’d never get over the fact that Aiden was a freaking giant! Spirit was lucky she was also pretty tall. Otherwise, kissing would’ve been a full back workout for both of them.

“Y-yeah,” Oliver said. He didn’t sound like he was alright though. But he cleared his throat and forced on a smile. “What about you? How much longer till Spirit’s out?”

Aiden sighed and chuckled. “An hour. And that’s not including the extra ten minutes she’s going to spend cleaning herself up and putting on her dress.”

It was Oliver’s turn to chuckle. “Wow. Spirit in a dress. I haven’t seen her wear a dress since 9th grade.”

Aiden’s eyes widened. “Seriously?!”

“Yeah,” Oliver chuckled. “Homecoming. It was black and gothic because she was kinda obsessed with The Adams Family at the time.”

Oliver looked away from Aiden, just for a moment, but his eye caught sight of that girl putting a hand on Isaac’s arm. Oliver didn’t know how the sight was making him feel. Sad? Angry? Why did he feel that way?

Aiden followed Oliver’s gaze and he saw what he saw. His smile became softer with realization. “You should talk to him,” he said.

Oliver looked at Aiden, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Isaac,” Aiden said. “Go talk to him. It’s clear you want to, and this whole stalking thing is going to get creepy sooner or later if you continue it for too long.”

Oliver frowned and shook his head, turning so his back was to Isaac and the girl. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He started to walk away, and Aiden didn’t follow him, getting the message that Oliver didn’t wanna talk about it.

Suddenly, the gala started to feel like every other college party. The music was loud, there were too many people, and he felt overwhelmed now that he’d abandoned his corner of the room.

He made his way to the front of the building to the coat checkout. He’d been there long enough, and he could apologize to his friends later for not staying longer to see their big moments.

While he waited for his coat, he suddenly tensed when he heard Isaac call his name.

“Hey,” Isaac said, smiling that perfect smile that always made Oliver’s stomach flutter. “Where’re you going? Leaving already?”

Oliver nodded, but refused to look Isaac in the eye.

Isaac frowned a bit. “You alright?”

Again, Oliver just nodded. Finally, he got his coat, and he shrugged it on, mumbling a quiet goodbye before turning his back to Isaac and walking out of the building. Isaac, confused, followed him.

“Olive, wait,” Isaac said as he followed Oliver into the parking lot. “What’s going on? Are you upset about something? What’s wrong?”

Oliver swallowed, his throat bobbing. “Nothing,” he lied. “I’m just not feeling well,” he said, lying again.

“Oh,” Isaac said. “Well, are you well enough to drive? You want me to drive you—”

“Shouldn’t you get back to that girl?” Oliver’s voice came out bitterly.

Now Isaac was 100% confused. “What?”

“You know,” Oliver said, stopping in the middle of the parking lot to look at Isaac. “Tiny, pretty, brown hair, little silver dress. . . that girl.”

Isaac still looked confused for a moment. “Amy?” he asked.

“If that’s the name of your new girlfriend, then yeah.” The words came out more pissed than Oliver intended them to. After all, it’s not like he hadn’t seen Isaac’s girlfriends in the past. He didn’t know why it was bugging him so much this time.

Isaac still looked confused. “What are you talking about? Amy’s not my girlfriend, she’s my friend from class. I’ve told you about her before. She’s the friend who I told about who wears a neck pillow in lectures so she can take naps in the back.”

Oliver vaguely remembered Isaac mentioning her once or twice. “Well, still, why don’t you get back to her now. She may not be your girlfriend now, but hey, the night’s young.”

“I— Olive. . .“ What’s going on, Isaac wondered. Why is he so mad? “Amy and I are just friends. And even if I was dating her, what’s wrong with that?”

Oliver had no idea what to say. He blurted the first thing that came to mind. “She’s not good enough for you!”

“You haven’t met her!” Now Isaac was starting to feel irritated. “Jeez, Oliver, what’s your deal?!”

“Nothing,” Oliver said angrily, taking a step towards Isaac. “You can date whoever the hell you want. I don’t give a crap!”

“I’m not dating Amy! Jeez,” he paused to run a frustrated hand down his face, “how the hell did we get in a fight?!”

“Just leave me alone,” Oliver said, about to turn and walk away, but Isaac grabbed his arm. “Let me go!” Oliver yelled.

“Not until you tell me why the hell you’re so fucking upset!”

For a second, Oliver did nothing but look into Isaac’s hazel eyes. Then, in the blink of an eye, he grabbed one of Isaac’s lapels on his suit and pulled him in for a kiss.

Isaac was stiff as a board, completely shocked. As soon as Oliver’s lips touched his, his eyes closed on instinct. It took a second for them to flutter open again after Oliver pulled away.

Oliver had no idea what he’d done. Actually, yes, he did. He’d just kissed his straight best friend!

He pulled away so suddenly that Isaac lost his hold on his arm. “I-I’m sorry,” Oliver mumbled quietly, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry; I don’t know. . . I mean, that was just. . . I’m sorry, Isaac.”

Isaac opened his mouth, but Oliver was already running away.

Oliver heard Isaac call his name, but he just kept running. He ran out of the parking lot. He ran down a couple of blocks. He stopped when he felt like his legs were about to fall off.

He was crying, and he didn’t know when he started. He’d gotten a ride to the event from Jordan, so he’d just text her that he left early.

He cried on the sidewalk of the empty street for what felt like forever.

And when he was finally out of tears, he called an Uber to take him home so he could cry some more in his own bed.

— — —

Isaac couldn’t stop touching his fingers to his lips.

What. The hell. Just. Happened?

“Hey!”

Isaac turned around and saw Spirit walking towards him. “What’re you doing out here?” she asked. She was wearing a snug black and dark-red dress that he knew she had to be suffering in.

Isaac cleared his throat, trying not to look over his shoulder in the direction Oliver ran off. “Just. . . nothing.”

Spirit narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She stepped closer to him and touched one of his cheeks with her knuckles. “You’re all warm and flushed. Are you sick?”

Isaac scoffed and shoved her hand away. “No I just. . .” I was randomly kissed by my best friend. “I accidentally ate something really spicy in there,” he said, and Spirit smirked and laughed.

“Weakling,” she teased, punching him in the shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go inside. I got out of the kitchens early, so I’m gonna sneak in and scare the shit out of Aiden.”

— — —

Aiden was completely entranced by Spirit in her snug dress all night, and Jordan kept teasing him every time she caught him staring at Spirit’s ass.

Felix and Atticus had snuck off a while ago. Eliana, Amberlynn, and Keiko were all chatting together the whole night, and Isaac had gone back to talking with Amy. The two laughed together while munching on bite-sized fancy chocolate cheesecakes.

“I swear, our professor—a psychiatry professor—needs a therapist because there is something soooooo wrong with him,” Amy said, making Isaac snicker. Both he and her had gotten pleasantly tipsy on champagne.

“Ironic, isn’t it?” he said. “Remember when he drank an entire water bottle full of NyQuil at a lecture because of a cold?”

“Oh my God, yes! He was so freaking high!”

Isaac and Amy both laughed before her phone dinged, and she pulled it out of her pocket. She smirked crookedly and pocketed her phone again. “Sorry, I have to go. My girlfriend is picking me up and taking me out. I’ll see you in class, Isaac!”

“Bye,” he said, waving to her as she walked away. As she left, he noticed the lesbian flag tattooed on the back of her bare shoulder.

With his friend gone, he suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about Oliver. Once again, he touched his fingers to his lips. His heart leaped as he remembered the kiss.

Oliver kissed me, he thought.

Oliver kissed me.

His heart was racing and his lips tingled. His gut twisted and he decided what he was going to do now.

Quickly, he said his goodbyes to all of his friends, saying he had a research paper to finish. Then he left, got his car, and drove to Oliver’s apartment.

— — —

Oliver was curled up in his bed. He discarded his fancy clothing, feeling as though his suit was suffocating him. He’d put on sweats and a pajama shirt and started to sob uncontrollably as soon as he’d hid under the covers, trying to hide from the world.

He didn’t want to call anyone. Actually, he only wanted to call Isaac, but he couldn’t since Isaac was the reason he was crying.

Angrily, Oliver wiped at his tears until his eyes were red and sore and swollen. He hated that he cried so much.

He heard the soft patter of tiny paws from somewhere in his room. After a minute, his dog—a fluffy golden-brown mini poodle he’d named Dumbledor—hopped on his bed and curled up near him. He calmed down a little, comforted by the presence of his sweet dog.

Oliver’s tears had mostly dried, and he was sniffing horribly when he heard impatient knocking from his front door.

He tensed. He didn’t want to open it, so he stayed silent and pretended he wasn’t home.

More knocking. Louder this time.

With a sigh, Oliver stood from his bed, grabbing a tissue from his bedside table and blowing his nose before walking towards the front door to tell whoever was there to go away.

As soon as he opened the door, he cursed himself for not even thinking it would be his best friend whose friendship he probably just lost.

Ashamed, he hung his head and apologized.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you just because I was jealous, and I really shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m so so so sorry, Isaac.”

Isaac was silent. Too silent.

Oliver looked up at Isaac, expecting a frown but all he met was a soft smile. “I don’t like Amy, she’s not my type. And even if she was, she’s a lesbian and has a girlfriend.”

Oliver felt an embarrassed flush creep across his face. “Oh,” he said quietly.

“And also, why didn’t you just tell me that you liked me?”

A deeper blush spread on his face. “Well, you’re not even into guys. And things would’ve become awkward if I told you. And even if you weren’t straight and we did somehow end up together, I know I’d probably screw up and do something to ruin us, but you and I would never end up together because, well, you’re straight. I mean, you are straight—right? I mean, you’ve never told me, so I have no idea, but you’ve only ever had girlfriends before, so I don’t—”

“Olive, hush,” Isaac interrupted, stopping Oliver’s rambling. He put his hands on Oliver’s shoulders and looked the black-haired boy in the eyes. “First of all, I’m not straight, I’m bi. And I honestly can’t believe I’ve never told you that. I thought you knew. Secondly, dating won’t ruin our friendship, because I won’t ever let that happen. And you won’t do anything wrong.”

The words took a second to register in Oliver’s brain. He realized that Isaac said “won’t” instead of “wouldn’t”. When the words did click, he asked, “What?”

Suddenly, Isaac bent down and kissed him. It was a sweet kiss, long and loving. Oliver kissed back on instinct, and Isaac’s hand cupped the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Oliver felt fireworks going off in his brain and heart, making him forget everything except for this moment and the feeling of Isaac’s lips which tasted like fancy champagne and chocolate.

Oliver could barely remember how to breathe when Isaac pulled back. The blonde was smiling like crazy. “Wanna get dinner tomorrow night?” he asked, and since Oliver couldn’t remember what the hell words and sentences were, he just nodded.

Isaac smirked and pecked Oliver on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said. “By the way, you looked good in that suit tonight.” He turned and left, disappearing down the hallway.

Oliver stood where he was, frozen. Suddenly, he smiled. When he backed into his apartment and shut the door, he felt Dumbledor nuzzle against his pants and he picked up the little dog, smiling and hugging the fuzzy creature close to his chest.

“He likes me,” he whispered to the dog, a giddy look on his face like a lovesick teen girl. “He really freaking likes me!”

[norrisradio]

the one with the baby

⚡︎ pairing: yuki tsunoda x fem!reader | ⚡︎ wc: 1.0K ⚡︎ genre: fluff, humor ⚡︎ incoming radio: based on this tiktok. oh yuki how i adore you.... and your strange dreams.... ⚡︎ summary: “I’m sorry, you what?”

“I had a dream, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be happy or horrified.”

Yuki’s voice drags you from sleep, his words slicing through the quiet morning air like an urgent radio transmission. You stir, squinting against the sunlight filtering through the curtains, registering the warmth of him beside you before your brain can fully catch up. His hand is on your arm, fingers idly tracing patterns against your skin, but there’s a slight tension in his touch—like he’s been waiting for you to wake up, stewing in whatever bizarre thought his mind conjured overnight.

You crack an eye open. “Huh?”

“I had a dream,” he repeats, still staring at the ceiling as if it holds the answers. He sounds genuinely troubled. “About a baby.”

That wakes you up a little more. You blink at him. “A baby?”

Yuki turns his head toward you, face unreadable, his morning-stubbled jaw tight as if he’s debating whether or not to tell you. Then, with a deep sigh, he commits.

“My baby,” he clarifies. “Like, my own kid. And I—” he rubs his face, voice thick with disbelief, “I wrapped it up in a shopping bag.”

You pause. “I’m sorry, you what?”

“A shopping bag,” he repeats, like this is an entirely normal sequence of events. “But not in a bad way! I made sure it was nice and warm—like, wrapped up real snug. Not just thrown in there like a—like a head of lettuce or something.”

Your lips press together as you try—really try—not to laugh. “Yuki.”

“What?” He frowns, sensing your amusement, already on the defensive.

“You put a baby in a shopping bag.”

He groans, rolling onto his side, frustration growing. “You’re making it sound so much worse than it was! I made sure it was comfortable, okay? And then I put it on the table so I could do something—I don’t know what, it was a dream—but when I looked back, the baby was gone.”

At that, you let out a small huff of laughter, burying your face in your pillow.

“Oh, so you think this is funny?” he accuses.

“A little,” you admit, voice muffled.

Yuki huffs, flopping onto his back again, staring up at the ceiling like it personally wronged him. “It’s not funny. My baby disappeared. It was gone. Vanished.”

“Maybe it ran away,” you mumble, shifting to get more comfortable.

Yuki sits up so fast the bed dips. “Newborns don’t just get up and leave, idiot.”

You peek at him, grinning. “Maybe it knew what was coming and bailed while it had the chance.”

Yuki glares, expression torn between irritation and amusement. “You’re such an asshole.”

You stretch your arms above your head, sighing contentedly. “And yet, you woke me up just to tell me about this.”

He hesitates, as if realizing his mistake. “Well… yeah,” he admits begrudgingly. “Because it was weird.”

“It’s a dream, Yuki. Dreams are always weird.” You yawn, turning onto your side to face him properly. “One time, I dreamt I was on a road trip with a talking goldfish. You don’t see me waking you up in a panic.”

“That’s not the same,” he argues, voice insistent. “This felt real. And—” He hesitates, fingers twitching slightly like he’s trying to work through something. “It kinda freaked me out.”

Your amusement softens at that. You reach over, fingers brushing his wrist. “Because you lost the baby?”

He nods, gaze flickering downward. “Yeah. I don’t know—it was mine, and I just…” He exhales sharply, clearly annoyed at himself for even being affected by it. “I don’t like losing things that matter.”

For a moment, you say nothing. There’s something almost vulnerable about the way he says it, like he’s admitting more than he realizes. It tugs at something in your chest, a quiet warmth spreading through you.

“So,” you hum, letting your fingers trace circles against his skin, “this is you admitting that you want kids someday?”

His head snaps toward you, eyes widening slightly, as if you’ve just accused him of something scandalous. “That’s not—” He stops, flustered. “That’s not what I said.”

You smirk. “Kinda sounds like what you said.”

He groans, flopping back down and dragging a hand down his face. “God, you’re so annoying.”

“And yet,” you mimic his words from earlier, “you woke me up just to tell me about this.”

Yuki grumbles something under his breath, but there’s no real bite to it. He turns his head to the side, watching you for a beat too long, like there’s something else he wants to say but isn’t sure if he should.

Then, finally, in a voice much quieter than before—almost offhanded, like it’s not a big deal—he mutters, “Y’know, you and I would have cute babies.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift.

“Oh?”

He shrugs, still facing you, dark eyes steady. “Yeah.” A small, knowing smirk tugs at his lips. “I mean, if you don’t go stuffing them in shopping bags, I think we’d do a pretty good job.”

You burst out laughing, reaching over to shove him playfully. “You were the one who did that, you idiot!”

Yuki just grins, effortlessly catching your wrist in his hand. “Details,” he murmurs, pulling you in just enough that your noses nearly touch. “But, for real. I think we’d make some pretty damn cute kids.”

Your heart stutters, warmth blooming in your chest at the unexpected sincerity hidden beneath his teasing.

You tilt your head slightly, eyeing him. “You gonna spend the whole morning making bold statements, or are you actually gonna do something about it?”

A flicker of surprise crosses his face before he lets out a low chuckle, his grip on your wrist tightening just a fraction. “Careful what you wish for,” he murmurs, voice dipping, “or I will.”

And just like that, the dream is forgotten—replaced by something much more real.

[tojipie]

Crybaby gf x Toji explains my life so simply, and I’ve been reading them like once since day omg. I’m so obsessed with it. I was wondering if i could please request one where someone is passive aggressive towards her, maybe someone from the zenin clan?

content: crybaby reader, violence, blood, fighting, (happy ending :3 !)

what i've come to accept is that I simply cannot stop writing toji resorting to violence when reader's feelings get hurt

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It had been years since Toji had attended a family event like this. a clan reunion dinner of sorts. You’d been cautious after receiving a sealed envelope with the Zenin crest last month, reluctantly passing it to Toji after he’d gotten home from work.

“How do they know where I fucking live… freaks,” he mutters, eyes scanning the parchment before blowing wide after reading what the invite was for.

“Wait, Naoya's engaged?” he laughs, folding the letter up and handing it back to you. 

Naoya. You'd heard that name once or twice from him. Never anything good.

“What's so funny?” you ask.

“Nothing," He laughs. "Just didn’t think it’d be to a woman.”

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Toji pulls your seat out for you, letting you scooch in until your stomach presses up against the table. The raven-haired man settles in the seat next to you with a sigh, drumming on the table absentmindedly as the rest of his estranged family files in.

You feel ten, maybe fifteen pairs of emerald eyes bore into you in the few moments it takes for everyone to settle. Servants in black and white uniforms weave in and out of the room, their heads low as they hand out drinks.

The family had barely tolerated Toji for years. The family reject bringing an outsider as his plus one clearly wasn't helping. You brace yourself for the cacophony of whispers from the other women at the table, slinking into your seat to try and appear smaller. 

Except, the insults never come. A certain lithe blond had already captured the room’s attention, graciously greeting each guest with a confident smile. 

“You’ve grown so much Naoya.” An older woman gushes, patting his cheek. He accepts the affection warmly. 

He seems nice enough, you think to yourself. Watching as his smile morphs into a look of disgust as soon as she sits back down. 

Right, never cast judgment too quickly.

Naoya acts fast, snatching a perfectly folded handkerchief from his suit’s front pocket, to scrub the spot she’d touched. He tosses the fabric to a passing waitress, stealing a glass of wine off of her serving platter before downing the entire thing in two gulps.

So this was the infamous blond. Toji’s bratty cousin and subsequent family nemesis. Interesting. 

"So where's his fiance?" You whisper to Toji, trying to make yourself small at his side.

"Dunno," he snorts, "They probably won't meet each other til' their wedding day." He explains. Weird.

Newly inspired, you decide to take a sip from your own glass, wincing at the harsh aftertaste that blooms on your tongue. 

“Too strong?” Toji asks softly. You nod sheepishly, thanking him as he switches your glass for his cup of water.

“Definitely the real stuff.” You mutter, trying not to gag. 

“They’ve been aging this stuff since he was born,” Toji explains. “Family tradition, everyone gets a barrel that the family cracks open at one point or another.”

“So when are we opening your barrel?” 

Toji pauses, a faint playful smile on his lips.

“Shit, you think the family dud gets a barrel?” He doesn’t look hurt at the admission, but the creases around his eyes tell a different story.

An older man saunters up to the two of you, clapping Toji on the back before you can say anything.

“How long has it been my boy?” He exclaims, pulling the younger man into a hug and stepping back to give him a once-over.

Maybe an uncle, you think. They share the same hearty laugh.

Toji chuckles, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Couple years at least.”

“This your lady?” The older man asks, shooting you a wink. 

Strange, you realize this is the first anyone in the room besides Toji had acknowledged you tonight. 

“You know it,” Toji remarks fondly, laughing as the Uncle makes a quip you can’t quite hear before returning to his seat.

Nayoa kisses his teeth loudly, locking eyes with you from across the table. His words are loud when he cuts in, the room going silent as he speaks.

“So were you trying to water down your bloodline when you chose her?” A few partygoers laugh. 

Your eyes frantically scan the room, confirming your worst fear. Almost everyone was laughing at the two of you. Your vision blurs as tears gather in the corner of your eyes.

Naoya smiles coyly, leaning forward as he continues. “Or do you like the thought of children that are as useless as you ar–”

“You shut the fuck up when I’m talking.” Toji seethes, pointing the prongs of his fork in the direction of the blond. You feel every eye in the room bore into the both of you, jagged emeralds picking your every atom apart. Toji doesn’t seem to care, chest heaving as he waits for a response.

Naoya's smile fades. The younger man looks Toji up and down before taking a long sip from his cup of wine.

“I guess we have our answer.” He teases, reveling in the tauntful laughs that his joke earns.

Your stomach churns painfully, eyes zoning in on the glass of wine Toji had stolen from you earlier. Would downing the whole thing somehow get you drunk enough to forget this entire ordeal? If there was a time to leave, it would be now.

“Baby,” you mutter, tugging on the waist of Toji’s dress pants. “Let’s just go.”

“Fuck that,” your boyfriend spits, glaring down his shit-faced little cousin. You glue your eyes to the floor.

“Say it again.” He commands, his tone incredulous.

“What? That whatever spawn you two crank out will be duds?” Naoya asks innocently. “You can’t possibly be mad at me for pointing out the obvious?”

You feel Toji’s warmth leave your side as your boyfriend launches forward, knocking plates out of the way as he barrels over the table and tackles his cousin.

The table erupts in hysterics, the older men in the room urge the two of them to break it up while the women stare into their plates, horrified. You swear you hear a baby crying.

“Let me go you fucking ape!” you hear the blond grunt, driving his knee into Toji’s ribcage repeatedly as your boyfriend attempts to hold him down by the shoulders. Crimson rivets of blood leak down from Naoya's nose, accentuating the cracks in his lips.

You scurry back from the table, hand over your mouth as you take in the debacle. That churning feeling in your stomach has been replaced by something… much different. 

Something thick and viscous in the depths of your soul. Something saccharine sweet that makes your head swim.

Toji looked, for lack of a better word, fucking hot like this.

His hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead, blood splattered across his cheek, face contorted in a manic smile so wide that the corner of his lips threatened to split. And he was doing it in defense of you. His sweet girl.

Your boyfriend manages to pin Naoya’s arm behind his back, pressing his weight forward and bending it at an angle that elicits a yelp from the younger man. Toji grabs him by the scruff of his neck, angling his head so Naoya is forced to look you in the eyes.

“Apologize.” He commands his voice a low, menacing rasp that sends a chill down your spine. The others in the room feel less important as the gravity of the situation washes over you.

Naoya laughs like it's the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

“For what?” he spits, glaring at you through silky black-tipped bangs.

You flinch as the blond’s head is slammed down onto the tablecloth, his cheek squished into the plain linen by a hand large enough to dwarf his entire skull.

“I said, apologize,” Toji states plainly, his tone harsh and unwavering.

Naoya pants, eyes darting around the room as if searching for someone—anyone—brave enough to intervene. No one moves.

The younger man seems to mull it over, giving in as his arm twists to its limit.

“I’'m-- shit! I'm sorry,” He grunts, gasping in relief as your boyfriend releases him from his grip.

The room remains silent. A few relatives exchange horrified glances. The tension is suffocating, yet you can’t help but feel a flicker of triumph.

Toji saunters back into his seat like nothing happened, glancing up through his hair to address the room.

“Eat,” It isn't a suggestion. 

The scraping of utensils against plates resumes hesitantly, the family too shaken to address the elephant in the room.

You sit quietly, your heart still racing. Toji’s hand finds your thigh under the table, his touch firm and grounding. 

The rest of the meal passes in awkward silence, punctuated only by the occasional cough or clink of silverware. Naoya sits at the far end of the table, mercilessly scrubbing at the blood that stains the front of his pristine white dress shirt.

When the meal is over, Toji doesn’t wait for the formalities to begin. He stands abruptly, helping you to your feet. “Get up,” he commands, a tender hand finding its home on the small of your back.

The two of you stride out of the room, the weight of a dozen judging stares on your back. The moment you’re outside, Toji lets out a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

“Did you see his face?” he says, grinning like a man who’s just won the lottery. Toji holds his arm behind his back just like he had done to his cousin, forcing an exaggeratedly pained look.

You can’t help it—you laugh, a real, unrestrained laugh that shakes the tension from your body. 

“You’re insane,” you manage between giggles.

"Maybe,” he smirks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walk toward the car. 

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: the ghouls have turned tiny!

COMMENTS: sequel to my last post!

TAGLIST: @as1iiiwhaa @astralsocfactory

Jin is frustrated with his current state, since he can’t do much of anything at all (read: he's mad that he's helpless.) Even so, it’s not like he leaves his room, so maybe he could work with this. Enlists your help so he can drink and eat, and will also sleep on top of you if you let him. Spoiled.

Tohma is a special case...I don’t think he would reach out to you at all, he’s content to just sit back and let things play out. He can sneak around better in this form anyway. If you catch him, do him a favor and help out, alright?

Luca isn’t upset, but he isn’t happy about it either. He’ll stay with you the whole day, most likely curled up in your pocket (unless he senses danger.) Please stay safe during this time, Luca will blame himself if something happens to you while he’s tiny.

Kaito is freaking out about never turning back ever again (sound familiar?) It’s up to you to calm him down! Maybe say that he’s cute when he’s small...that’ll get him to quiet down. Put him in your pocket and pay no attention to his mumbles about how you smell good...

Alan is somehow still worried about hurting you, even though he’s so small...would rather stay away from you entirely, but accepts the fact that you want to look after him. Just put him in your pocket, he’ll do his best to help you out throughout the day.

Sho is just annoyed that he can’t open his food truck. It’s a huge inconvenience, but he’s glad he’s with you instead of Leo. If there’s one thing Sho can be certain of in this state, it’s that you will do your best to protect him and help him out with whatever he needs!

Leo is still an asshole, just...a smaller one. He bitches and moans and whines, annoyed as all hell that he can’t check his phone and be on it all the time. His already sensitive hearing is more sensitive, too. Will get into your pocket some way or another and just lounge in there. There is no getting rid of him, he won’t let you.

Haru has been there, done that. He’s going to do his best to work, for better and for worse, and it’s up to you to stop him if you think it’s getting too out of hand. He’s stubborn as hell and likely won’t listen, but if you put your foot down hard enough he’ll relent. Let him rest on your stomach or chest while you watch a movie or something!

Towa doesn’t like being small at all. Dandelions are supposed to be small and cute, not giant. You don’t even look like a dandelion anymore...and Haru isn’t Haru! Genuinely so upset about this, either let him be or hold him. Ultimately, it depends on how close you and Towa are, if he’s going to be receptive to how you treat him.

Ren is so upset. Today was supposed to be a normal day for him (as normal as it can be anyway) and yet here he is, shrunk down to the size of an ant. It’s up to you to keep Haru at bay and make sure Ren is calm, lest he actually lose his mind. Make him a little bowl of ramen and he’ll be grateful, even if it is awkward to eat.

Taiga thinks it's funny at first. Hopefully he stays in a good mood and thinks it’s cool the whole day—if not, he’ll do fuck all and get into really dangerous situations. If in a good mood, he wouldn’t mind swinging from your fingertips and scaling you like a jungle gym. In a bad mood, however, you’re not going to see him at all until he’s big again.

Romeo is so distressed about this change of events. How is he supposed to care for his face like this!? He can’t bark orders either! (Luckily for him, Sinostra students fear him just enough to listen to his tiny form yelling with no questions.) Stays with you the whole day and insists that you cater to his every need—it’s a love language, I fear.

Ritsu is rather annoyed at this change of events. How is he supposed to collect evidence like this? He will immediately reach out to you (somehow) and have you get his extra recorder (congrats on seeing his room LMAO) before derailing your entire day by dragging you around place to place in search of evidence he needs to collect. This is a double edged sword because he will praise you for helping him while calling you slow if you don’t move fast enough for his standards. “We could miss something important!” It is literally a Saturday chill out my guy.

Subaru wishes you didn’t have to touch him to transport him anywhere. He feels awful for imposing on you like this, and will sulk the whole time he’s resting in your pocket. Please keep touching him to an absolute minimum, he feels like he’s taking advantage of your kindness already...

Haku doesn’t seem to be overly concerned about his current state. If you ask, he’ll laugh and clarify that he isn’t happy about it. It’s bearable because you’re here, though. FLIRT! Just spend time with him all day, feeding him crumbs of your meals. He will insist on returning the favor when he’s big again. FLIRT! X2

Zenji will simply rest on your shoulder and yap your ear off throughout the day. Honestly, nothing but changes with him! He’s still as cheerful as ever, singing your praises and making comments about the beauty of the outside world. Floats around your head like a guardian angel (because that is exactly what he is, thank you very much.)

Edward has never been in this sort of predicament before. It’s even more of a reason why you should take care of a poor old man like him. Honestly, he’ll spend most of his time sleeping and watching YouTube on “the big screen” (aka his tablet.) You’re pretty much stuck with him for the remainder of the day now!

Rui is itching to do something, anything! He doesn’t get tired and he’s so used to having chores all throughout the day. Now that he’s so tiny he can’t do any of that, he’s bouncing around like a little overexcited hamster (which may remind you of a certain someone...) If you promise to take him out he’ll mope that he’s not in the proper form, but won’t refuse you anything. Just don't touch him!

Lyca is annoyed. He had plans to spend time with you and Suba today, and now all of that is out the window because of some stupid anomaly! (Psst, this is when you tell him that just because he’s small, you and Subaru would love to hang out with him still!) It’s up to you to take him everywhere, keeping him tucked in your pocket. He insists on keeping his head out so he can see where you’re going, like a puppy striking its head out the window.

Yuri is PISSED. He has work to do, patients to cure, research to experiment with! He cannot be lugged around in your pocket all day, thank you very much! Don’t listen to most of his blabbing, he’s just embarrassed. If you talk him down and praise him, his eyes will go wide and he’ll shut up really fast. Still nervous but climbing onto your hand and being close to your body though.

Jiro is inconvenienced by this, sure. But is he going to let this ruin his day? Absolutely not. Somehow, someway, Jiro is going to find things to do around Mortkranken despite his size. It’s really up to you to chide him for working so hard if you want him to stop. He’ll listen to you, after all!

[ozzgin]

Saw the pic of the yandere inmates and I'm feeling all kinds of self hate/inadequate rn.

So,

Now I'm wondering how they'd react if someone made us feel worthless/unloveable/ugly.

I can only imagine them both freaking the fuck out about it while also trying to comfort us.

Its comforting to think about and kinda funny if we at some point figured out the affect we have on them and took advantage of it (like we know someone making us unhappy will get that person killed so we intentionally mention someone specific that we don't like, even if they were ever anywhere near us)

You already know they would demolish anyone who makes you question your self-worth, whether it was intentional or not. Even if you try to hide it, they will find out.

"What's with that face," one of them asks you as you approach the table.

Despite your best efforts, a faint grimace still lingers on your features. Someone's words must have upset you. After a little prodding, they receive a proper retelling of the event: their target, and the sins committed against you.

The inmates are surprisingly relaxed about the whole affair, exchanging a bored look.

"Well, which one's going?" the blonde one questions, preparing to stand up himself.

"It's my turn, I believe," the purple-haired man explains swiftly.

You watch the scene unfold before your eyes, happening with such nonchalance that you briefly question its absurdity. He walks over to the source of insolence, drags them to the hallway, then returns with bloodied knuckles. You can discern a couple of nurses rushing over outside the room.

The guards look away; they know better than to interfere. The trio doesn't play around when it comes to you.

[sunseed-fandump]

How do the bad batch kids feel about the Cookies of Darkness?

I've been getting this question a lot, along with how the CoD feel about the kids themselves, so I'll try to kill two birds with one stone in this post! ^^

Pomegranate Cookie ==> They hate her. Wizard especially despises her because she talks down to him like he doesn't know what real magic is. Meanwhile, Pomegranate thinks they're wild rowdy children who should be brought down a peg. If she sees a chance to curse them, she will.

Poison Mushroom Cookie ==> They're... alright? It's kind of hard to hate Poison Mushroom Cookie because they're just so... out there. The kids acknowledge that PM definitely isn't a malicious entity, just a sorta goofy one. So the group tolerates Poison Mushroom. Absolutely NO shroomies tho. PM thinks they're besties. :)

Red Velvet Cookie ==> Rocky relationship with him. On one hand, they can agree with him despising Witches and can sympathize with his trauma at being in the middle of the Banquet. On the other, they are not thrilled at the idea of DE taking over the world, which is where their main disagreements come from. Red Velvet, like Pomegranate, is loyal to DE to a fault and since they don't subscribe to her idea of a world under her control, they butt heads. Red Velvet believes the children are misguided and tries to change their mind about DE. But he will fight them if he needs to.

Licorice Cookie ==> The kids absolutely love tormenting him purely because he makes it way too easy, and it's funny. They bully him relentlessly, which drives Licorice up the wall. He hates them as a result. If he's not scheming ways on getting the Soul Jam, he's plotting to one-up them and/or capture them for Dark Enchantress.

Butter Roll Cookie ==> BIG NO. Gingerbrave especially hates Butter Roll. The scientist is interested in each of them for different reasons, but the main one being that all three children were baked by a Witch. He wants them to forward his own research.

Dark Choco Cookie ==> At first they didn't like him, thinking he was just another loyal lackey of Dark Enchantress. But then he left the CoD behind in favor of following his own path. Now the kids have some respect for him. On Dark Choco's end, he understands the kids' ambition for a free world, but recognizes that they don't seem to understand that the world they are living in is already free in its own way. They see the bad, and allow it to fuel their spite, but at the same time they are depriving themselves of the good. He hopes one day they'll be able to let go of whatever is hurting them, the same way he let go of his cursed sword.

Macha Cookie ==> They pity her, mostly. Gingerbrave would probably try to convince her to leave Dark Enchantress behind to no avail. Macha meanwhile thinks they're a group of little fools who will be made to kneel before Dark Enchantress eventually.

Schwarzwälder ==> The minute they learned his name WASN'T Choco Werehound Brute they absolutely held it over him. They bully him almost as much as Licorice Cookie. He can't stand these kids!!!

Affogato Cookie ==> They hate this man so fucking much. It is ON SIGHT with him. He stabbed them in the back during the events of the Dark Cacao Kingdom and they cannot stand him as a result. They will jump him in a dark alley. They will curb stomp him if they catch him alone. Affogato sees them as something to use, rather than be fearful of. They're stupid children who are so very easy to manipulate. He tricked them once, he'll trick them again if he has to.

Dark Enchantress Cookie ==> The kids see her as a control freak and wannabe dictator. While they agree that the Witches have got to go, they're not going to just allow DE to take their place. Meanwhile, she sees potential in each of them. Wild Strawberry's knowledge of other timelines would be valuable. Wizard's magical talent with the legendary Azure Flame Staff would make him a strong ally. Then there's Gingerbrave, who she can't help but see a bit of herself in. She definitely felt insulted when they turned down her offer to join the CoD. She views them as fools who don't know what they're fighting for, but she's certain one day their youthful stubborn spirits shall break, and when that happens, someone will have to step in and give them direction. And if they don't break on their own? She'll happily do it for them. However, they are not a current major priority for her. They'll kneel before her someday, just like all of Earthbread will. It's just a matter of time.

[wiltedwish]

Hey, pssssst— if you are looking for something to listen while washing dishes, I've got a list just for you,

● If you're into dark academia but with more trauma, less studying, mysterious British guys who emotionally malfunction, and horror stories that make you say “mood”. Try The Magnus Archives.

● If you’re into small towns where everything’s a little off (actually, a lot), radio hosts who are way too calm about it, and bizarre, inexplicable occurrences that are totally fine, then you’ve found your new home in Welcome to Night Vale.

Tune in, stay safe (or don’t), and remember:

the sheriff's secret police definitely aren’t listening.

● If you’re into road trips that go way off the beaten path, chasing something you can’t explain, and a haunting mystery that’ll make you question every car that drives by—

then Alice Isn’t Dead is your new obsession.

Buckle up, drive safely, and the people you’re looking for might be looking for you, too.

● Does the phrase “amnesiac eldritch horror with a thesaurus” excite you?

It does? Oh, you little freak.

Then you definitely need to try Malevolent. Also there is whimpering, male whimpering.

● Ever wonder what happens when you trap a bunch of dysfunctional coworkers on a spaceship with limited resources, a suspicious number of near-death experiences, and one emotionally complex AI? You get Wolf 359.

It’s like The Office—but in space, with more trauma bonding and fewer HR rules. Next time you're on a spaceship… check the air supply.

● Are you looking for unsettling horror, a sentient city and unreliable reality? Are you looking for a monotonous narration? Are you looking for I'm in Eskew?

Think.

● Have you ever wondered if your summer camp was just a little... off? Like, dangerously quirky?

Maybe it has a nurse with questionable credentials, several mental disorders, and an unsettling love for worms?

No? You haven't? Weird. Camp Here and There.

● Hello from the Hallowoods. A forest where the trees remember. Where silence isn’t empty—it's waiting.

The world as you knew it ended here. But the story? That’s just beginning.

Listen closely. You might not like what you hear.

● There are things that lurk behind the veil of normal. Objects that don’t follow physics. Creatures that don’t obey God.

They find them. They contain them. They pretend the world is still safe.

You were never meant to know. SCP Foundation.

● If you’ve ever clipped through reality and landed in a buzzing yellow hallway that never ends...

Congratulations. You’re already a traveler.

This guide won’t save you. But it might tell you what not to look at.

The Traveler’s Guide to the Backrooms. Mind the damp. And the screaming.

● Now, if you’re like me and sometimes can’t handle complex storylines, freeze up every time a new character shows up, or feel too lazy to open the wiki just to remember who that guy from episode 3 was? I get it.

Try Tales from the Breakroom, Unexplained Encounters or anything from Eriecast Network.

Enjoy the horrors and forget when the episode ends.

● Do you know Japan holds events where people gather to exchange scary stories? Cool, right.

God, I wish my country did too, since it doesn't I guess I have to listen to Kaiden: Japanese Scary stories.

● Do you like magic, dragons, daring quests… and unexpected romantic tension?

The Two Princes is a fantasy audio drama where two rival princes set out to save their kingdoms—and accidentally fall in love along the way. It’s got sword fights, sass, heartfelt moments, and enough gay yearning to power a castle.

If you’ve ever wanted a fairy tale that’s charming, funny, and unapologetically queer—this is it. Adventure awaits. So does Prince Amir. (And he’s very handsome.)

● Love and Luck podcast is a sweet, queer love story told through voicemails—with a touch of magic. Set in Melbourne, it’s about building love, community, and kindness. Short episodes, big heart, no tragic endings. Just good vibes and quiet enchantment.

● Maybe you are not looking for fiction but real things, true crimes, perhaps that send chills down your spine thinking how can humans be like this? as cherry on top?

Look no further for you are looking for Crimehub: A true crime podcast.

● What if vampires were less “terrifying monster” and more “dramatic queer disaster”?

All Vampires Are Gay is a bold, funny, and emotional audio drama that reclaims vampire lore with sharp fangs and sharper wit.

[reidtina]

Vodka Girl

Pairing: jack schlossberg x fem!reader

Content warnings: +18 MDI public sex (im only noticing now that thats kind of my thing now lol), vaginal fingering, petnames (vodka girl, pretty girl, whiskey guy), orgasm, alcohol, casual sex (:()

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: Before Jack Schlossberg was the president of the USA and dated Y/N, he was a recent Harvard graduate and she was a Vogue photographer covering an event at the White House.

a/n: this is kind of a prequel to the president!jack fanfictions on my profile, but can also be read independently. repost and like it if you like it, also requests open for jack and spencer reid! and sorry i disappeared, i was kinda unmotivated and didnt have ideas. its on ao3 too

It had been only a few months since you became a photographer for Vogue and you still hadn’t gotten totally used to the fanciness and all the famous and important people you had to photograph, but tonight was especially important, you were covering an event in the White House, which meant having to be around a few of the most important men and women in the whole country. It’s been hours and nothing had gone wrong so far, so you decided to reward yourself with a little drink, who could blame you? You’ve been working for hours and hadn’t eaten or drunken anything so far. So you make your way to the bar and sit down, but before you could order anything a man sat next to you with a beer on his hand and as much as you tried to stay professional, you couldn’t help but notice he was really hot, he had dark hair, was tall, was wearing a suit, well, every men there was, but he looked better than all of them in it. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite put a name to the face yet, but considering this was an event for high-classed people, it wasn’t surprising people here looked familiar.

You probably shouldn’t have stared so much at his hands, because he definitely noticed, as he said: “No ring”, which really confused you, and he could see it on your face because he felt the need to explain himself  “I’m sorry, I thought you were checking my fingers for a wedding ring or something, my bad” He said and chuckled embarrassed, making you join him in the laughter.

 “No, I was just impressed with how nice your hands are” the second the words came out of your mouth you wanted to die, why the fuck would anyone say that? Fuck. But somehow that didn’t freak him out or made him get up and leave, instead he laughed and said: “I’m Jack, by the way”

“Y/N.” You smiled politely

“Would you like to come with me, Y/N?” he said near to your ear “This party is so boring” he added. You didn’t know what to do, you were here for work, after all, but it’s been hours and you had taken more than enough photos already, maybe you could give yourself a half hour break. So you nod saying “Yeah, sure, why not?”

“Come on.” he softly laughed as he took you by the hand to the beautiful moonlit garden. He took a deep breath before stopping between a bench and a wall, looking around to check if anyone was looking. He then looked down at the bottle of beer and then at you, smiling before opening the bottle and taking a long sip, making a disgusted face as he pulled it away, “Ah, I hate this stuff.” He chuckled and passed you the bottle.

You take a sip from the bottle as well and agreed saying “Yeah, me too”

He laughed, grabbing the bottle from your hand, putting his lips where yours were just a few moments ago, before taking a sip again, wincing at the bad taste. “I'm more of a whiskey kind of man.” He said, looking at the bottle and then at you with the corner of his eye.

“I’m more of a vodka kind of woman.”

He chuckled again, taking another sip, “Vodka girl, uh?” he said, leaning against the wall and facing you, “Any particular reason why?”

“I like the way it goes down” you say with a smirk, trying to be sexy and funny to impress him. You weren’t usually like this, you tended to act natural around guys, but he’s just so hot you can’t risk being weird or boring.

He smirked too, crossing his arms on his chest and taking another sip before passing you the almost empty bottle. “No reason to be surprised you drink vodka, though, you have the look for it.” he teased, making an obvious look up and down on you.

You tilt your head to the side and raise your eyebrows before asking playfully, yet genuinely curious “What's that supposed to mean?”

He chuckled at your pose, taking the almost empty bottle from your hands before putting it on the bench next to you and taking a step closer. He looked at you up and down once again, a smirk on his lips.

“You look like you have a strong but soft personality, vodka is strong, and you make a soft impression. You also have a sharp gaze.” He said, looking deep into your eyes.

You chuckle, nervous with his sudden closeness “I'll take that”

He smiled, slowly stepping closer until you were pressed against the wall behind you, his hands on each side of you, against the wall, trapping you, but not making full contact with you yet. “So, vodka girl..." he said in a low tone. “What's the story? Here alone?”

“I’m a photographer for Vogue, I’m just covering the event. You?”

He chuckled, slowly resting the tip of his fingers on your hips, moving them slightly to the side, but still keeping a small distance between your bodies.

He looked into your eyes with a smirk on his lips, “I'm just here by myself, politics is a family business, you know?” When he said that, something clicked inside your brain and you realized who he was, he was Jack Schlossberg, JFK’s grandson. “I just graduated college, so now I’m being more active in these kind of events with my family.” His attractiveness was already making you nervous, but now there was his name to make things harder. A Kennedy? Is your dress pretty enough to be around someone like that? How do you even breath? You have to act cool, so you smile. He smiles back “So I see we are the same.” he said  while softly caressing your sides up and down, “Both alone at this boring event, no one is wearing a ring, which means we are both single, right?”

You chuckle, you were so nervous, but he’s so nice, so it’s suddenly easier to breath and so you say “I think so, I am at least”

He smiled once again, tilting his head to the side, “I'm single too.” he said, his voice lower and his eyes never leaving yours. He slowly and softly moved his fingers to your hips, “So both single at a boring event, we came here alone and now we are alone in the garden...”

You smile and say “It looks like it, what do you think about it?”

“I think...” he whispered, his fingers digging into your sides on your hips, “I think a pretty girl like you shouldn't be spending the night alone.”

“Oh, yeah? And how are we going to fix this?” you ask, finally thinking you’re being cool enough. He chuckled and finally moved his body fully in contact with yours, pinning you against the wall by your hips, “I have an idea.” he said in a low tone by your ear, his hands slowly sliding up your sides. “Hm, tell me.” you said, knowing you should stop it, but unable to actually do it.

He smirked, his hands now fully touching your body and his lips close to your ear, “I think we should spend the end of the night together...” he whispered, slowly letting his teeth graze the skin on your neck. You smirk “Sounds good to me” no, it doesn’t, what the fuck are you doing, Y/N? You’re working here, for fuck’s sake, why did you say that it’s good?

He smiled and slowly left a trail of kisses on your neck, his body pressing against you even more. “I'm glad you agree, vodka girl.” This nickname made you feel things that you probably shouldn’t be feeling right here, right now, but it’s impossible to contain it when a man this hot is around you. He slowly began moving his lips up to your jawline, “So we have a plan for the night, hm?”

“Yeah, we do, whiskey guy” you hope the nickname does the same to him as it did to you.  He chuckled against your skin, “I love that nickname.” he said before putting his hand under your chin and tilting your head slightly to the side, allowing access to more of your neck. He began leaving a few more kisses on the side of your neck, his hand leaving your chin and slowly moving down your body, his fingers tracing your shape.

He began moving back to your ear, his hot breath against your skin as he whispered, “I have one rule, vodka girl.” His fingers played with the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it up and exposing more skin, touching it ever so softly. This was so, so wrong but so hard to resist, so you can’t help the words “And what is it?” from coming out of your mouth. He slowly lifted your leg up with his free hand, his fingers digging into your skin while lifting it and pinning it against the wall between his body and yours. So, so wrong.  He looked into your eyes as he leaned closer, his face millimeters from yours, almost touching your lip, “You have to be silent.”

Okay, it’s beyond wrong, but it’s so hot. “What? You’re going to do me here?” You ask, still a little nervous and surprised.  He smirked, taking your earlobe between his teeth and slowly started moving his hand further up on your leg, his touch leaving you craving more. “Can you be quiet?” he whispered, his lips just above your neck. Fuck it, you only live once or whatever.

“That depends on how good you are” you finally gave in to your desires. He chuckled, moving his hand even further up your leg, the thin fabric of your dress the only thing stopping him from touching you. “Oh, pretty girl, you don't know the limits to my good time.” he said as he started slowly leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your jaw. “Then I can't promise i can be quiet, I might have to bite you to keep my mouth shut” you smirked. He bit his lip, moving his hand to your hip and pressing his body against yours, the pressure almost making you gasp but you somehow managed to stay silent. “Bite whatever you want, vodka girl, but keep quiet, we're out in the open after all. We wouldn't want to get caught.” He leaned his face closer to you, his nose almost touching yours, “Unless...” he paused, his voice low and seductive, “Unless you don't mind being heard, hm?”

That question brought out a seductive chuckle from you and you asked him: “Does the idea of me being loud out here in public risking getting caught turn you on?” He groaned lowly as he heard the question, his eyes closing from the sound of your chuckle, “You have no idea...” he said, his voice shaky now. His body was fully pressed against yours, and you can feel exactly how it affected him, especially on the spot under his belt.

You fake innocence while playing with his tie. He swallowed hard, feeling you slowly toying with his tie as he tried to form words in his mind, the heat of your touch making it hard to think. He needed no further invitation, the look on your eyes was enough to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you, so he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to a more secluded part of the garden, far away from any guests or cameras, making sure no one could see you.

“You asked for it, vodka girl.” He said as he gently sat you down on a soft patch of grass next to a wall, his body covering yours as he pinned you against the ground, his body pressed between your legs, and his lips just above your neck. He began attacking your neck with kisses, his tongue and teeth now on your skin. He whispered, his breath hot against your ear, “Now be quiet.”

You chuckle as you say “Whatever you say, boss”. He smirked as the sound of your words hit his ear, moving his lips to your ear, “That's a good girl.” He whispered into it. He started leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while slowly moving his hands to the hem of your dress, slipping his hands underneath the thin fabric.

His touch was light and teasing, slowly moving up higher on your legs, “I want to hear those pretty little moans of yours, pretty girl.” he whispered against your neck, his fingers digging into the skin on your leg.

“Then touch me and make me cry out for you” you said, getting bolder and bolder as desire began taking over you, unable to contain yourself, even knowing the dangers of keeping it going, this was John Fucking Kennedy's grandson after all, your grandma probably had the hots for his grandpa and now he was here, about to fuck you.

“With pleasure.” he said as he began moving his hands higher, his fingers feeling your skin as they inched upward, slowly but getting closer to where you craved him. Thankfully you were wearing good underwear. He began sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys where your hair would cover later, thankfully, but still making sure he left his mark as he finally reached the edge of your underwear, “I want to hear you, vodka girl. I want to hear all the pretty noises you make when I touch you. But only I can hear it, got it?” You nod and beg: “Please.” He chuckled, his breath hot against your ear, "Please what, pretty girl?" he teased, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear.

“Please, just touch me” you ask impatiently.

He smiled against your neck, enjoying the way you're melting under his touch. ”Say, please again and I'll give you exactly what you want.” he whispered, his fingers still tracing up and down the edge of your underwear. “Please, I need your fingers deep inside me” you begged, too horny to feel embarrassed. He smirked, his lips hovering over your ear, “That's a good girl.” He didn't make you wait any longer, his hands finally moving where you wanted him, a soft moan escaping your lips almost immediately as his fingers found your entrance and started moving in and out of you. He groaned as you let out a sound, his body still pressing against yours as much as it could “Careful, pretty girl. You don't want to be too loud.” He began slowly and gently caressing your clit with his thumb while still moving his fingers in and out of you, his touch soft but firm, making sure to build up the tension. His lips left your ear and you pull him in for a kiss to try and stay quiet.

He was caught off guard by your sudden pull but quickly melted into the kiss, his tongue slipping through your lips, tasting you, and exploring the inside of your mouth while his hand continued exploring your pussy. You moan softly through the kiss and he lets out a low growl, the sound of your moan only driving him further. He continued to kiss you, his tongue tangled with yours, while his free hand slowly moved up your body, touching and exploring every inch of you. He muttered between kisses, his voice low and ragged, “You taste so good, vodka girl. You made my night"

“Can you please fuck me?” You ask without thinking of the consequences, right now nothing else mattered, only having his dick deep inside you. He groaned at your question, his body reacting to your words and the sound of your panting. “What a polite woman asking ‘please’.” he said, his voice low and seductive, the sound of it sending a shiver through you. He whispered in your ear, “Do you wanna feel me, vodka girl?” to which you couldn't say anything other than “Yes, please.” He smirked, slowly moving his fingers away from your body, leaving you craving his touch.

He let out a deep-throated chuckle, his breath warm against your ear, “You're such a good girl, so I'm going to give you exactly what you want.” his words made your body build up with anticipation.

He began gently biting and sucking on your neck, but making sure not to leave marks where your hair wouldn't cover later, while his hands began to move down, slowly pushing up the fabric of your dress. “Do you have a condom?” you ask and he chuckled, slowly pulling away from your neck to look into your eyes. “I do." he said, his voice low and seductive, "I always come prepared.”

You roll your eyes playfully “To this kind of event? What a man whore.” as much as you were joking, you couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy, you must be sick. He laughed, pinning you to the ground again, his body entirely covering yours, “I can't resist when I'm around a beautiful woman like you, vodka girl. You make me weak”

You pushed any jealousy away and asked “Then please fuck me already”

He moved closer to your ear, whispering, “When you ask like that, how can I say no, vodka girl?” and you take it as your sign to start unbuckling his belt, he lets out a sharp gasp at the feeling of your hands on his pants. “Eager, are we?” he said in a low tone, his breathing getting heavier with the way you were touching him. You roll your eyes and tease “Oh, shut up, we have to be quick, you know that” He chuckled “You're quite feisty, vodka girl. I like that.” He leaned in closer, his face hovering millimeters from yours, “But not that quick, though. I'm going to make sure you remember my name when we're done.” he said it as if you could forget him, but his words send shivers up your spine either way and you reply in a whisper “Just quick enough to make sure we don't get caught.”

”Don't worry, pretty girl. I'm used to multitasking. I'll make sure you're completely satisfied, and we won't be caught.” as he finishes that sentence he pulls out a condom from his pocket and pulls his pants just down enough to take his cock out, and fuck, what a dick, it was big and thick, and you knew it'd hit just the right spots. He smirked, his eyes fixed on you as he quickly rolls the condom onto himself, when he's ready he positions himself between your legs, his body pressing yours down, his eyes holding an intense look of hunger and desire, “Are you ready, vodka girl?”

You nod, not finding the words, but that was all the invitation he needed, as he slowly pushed your panties to the side and began pushing it inside you, when he felt how thigh your pussy was, he groaned, the sound deep and full of the need he had for you. Once he had already entered all his length in you, he started moving himself against you, his eyes locked on yours, “Say my name. I want to hear you.” You moan softly at his request “Jack, please”

His body shuddered from the sound of his name on your lips. ”That's a good girl” he said in a low voice. “Say it again.”

“Jack, we have to be quiet” you moan between thrusts.

He started moving a little faster, his body pressed against yours as he whispered, “You're just too sexy, I can't resist you.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him even closer, “You're unbelievable, vodka girl.”

He continued to move inside of you, his body pressing against yours, both your breathes heavy and ragged. “You feel so good. I can't get…” He couldn't find the words to speak as the pleasure continued to build up between you. He was close, and he knew you were close to the edge too. He groaned, his body shuddering, “You're so perfect. I can't hold back anymore. Say my name once again”

“Jack” you moan softly into his ear and the sound of your voice mixed with your hot breath into his ear make his body shudder with release, and he whispers your name back in your ear over and over as the waves of pleasure wash over him.

He collapses on top of you, panting and trying to catch his breath, “You're incredible, Y/N. I wasn't expecting anything like this tonight.” You try to catch your breath as you pull the hem of your dress down again and pull your panties back to their place. He gently rolls onto his back beside you, still catching his breath, and turns to look at you as he removes the condom and pulls his pants up. He smiles, his eyes still holding a hint of desire and satisfaction. “You're quite the troublemaker, vodka girl.” he teased, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face with his free hand.

“I could same the same about you, whiskey guy.”

He chuckled, rolling onto his side to face you. “Me, a troublemaker? I'm innocent.” he says, giving you an mock innocent look before grinning and reaching out to trace a finger along your cheek, “You're the one who got me all worked up, pretty girl.”

As a little bit of reasoning thinking washes over you, you say: “Maybe we should get back to the party now, we can't risk someone seeing us lying down on the garden.” He sighs, reluctantly agreeing “You're right. We can't risk getting caught.”

He sits up, buckling his belt and straightening his hair, before making a knot on the used condom and putting it into his pocket. “Well, this is kinda gross” he laughs and offers you the other hand. “But let's head back in and try to look innocent.” You take his hand while laughing and get up.

He leads you back to the inside, his hand still holding yours. As you enter the room again, you both try to act nonchalant, like nothing happened, but nobody seems to have noticed your absence either way. He whispers to you, trying not to attract attention, “We gotta act natural, vodka girl. Don't want to raise suspicion.” The fact that he’s worrying now when he’s then one that initiated the whole thing makes you chuckle and you say “I think we’re in the clear now”

He chuckles too, the tension of getting caught slowly fading away. “You’re right, looks like we’re in the clear” he agreed after looking around the room. “So, I think I should try to get back to the boring conversations, but before I go, can I get your number?” he asked and after you gave it to him and got back to work, he spent the rest of the night thinking about you, looking around the room, hoping to get a glance of you.

[devotion-disorder]

i have nothing to post but im itching to yap so here are random bits and pieces of DoL things™ and me yapping about them. ⚠️spoiler warning for kylar's manor and dog pound storylines⚠️ and also this is a longass post

so after 9000 years I finally got around to seeing the kylar's manor storyline because i heard there was real freaky cult shit going on (and also rare bailey content). I grinded the whitney alleyway encounters for so long (all of the events are apparently ordered so its not even rng) only to discover that I accepted the owl plushie so IT WASNT GOING TO WORK ANYWAYS

so i had to speedrun de-traumatizing robin then romancing them, which thankfully didnt take very long (sowwy wobin im usually too locked in on making money LMAO)

i think its just really funny that one of pc's method of escape is just. sending bailey an email. like can u fuckign imagine bailey getting an email thats like

Subject: EHLP Sender: [kylar's cringe email handle]

AUHXJKAUS HEEOLP BAILY IMSTUCK> IN SOME HAUNTED HOUOSE ON DABUBVE STREET I MADE MY KIDNAPPEDR MOW THE GRASS AND DANCE 4 ME BUT HES SO BAD HEELPPPP

and then he actually proceeded to believe the email and went to save pc im cryin.

i cannot believe he SNATCHED kylar mid-air LMAO????????

also,

WHAT THE FREAK JORDAN.........I WAS UNFAMILIAR WITH YOUR GAME.............................

i thought bailey would at least escort pc back home but he didnt(😔) but my pcs has already racked up so much stress i passed out immediately...which triggered the kylar's abduction event (💀💀💀💀) GOOD JOB BOZO

I also did the dog pound questline because im scavenging for any and all bits of bailey scenes, but atp my pc has S Skullduggery so i got in and got out of there in like. less than half a day

mainly i just wanna share this........oughhh what does it mean.............

speaking of bailey i also learnt that annoying him in his office is a great way to grind sadism so my pc has been waking up at 7am sharp every day to be a menace :)

I've been trying to unlock Mason's pond but I wasted most of the non-school days doing gacha for whitney alleyway events (see above) and ive never wanted there to be more rain than now

which also. I finally got one of whitney's favourite food recipes but IT JUST WONT RAIN SO I CANT GIVE IT TO HIM RAUGHHHHHH

I was going for both 'stressful challenge' feats so this has sadly been a very harperless run. though now that i think about it it's kind of a miracle i managed this despite the stimulant kidnapping questline.

i find that in late game when you inevitably accumulate more negative fame it gets kinda hard to get the 'stretcher to the hospital' outcome because noncon encounters will almost always "intercept" in a sense. i went 250 ish days without even seeing harper get mentioned lol

how did they make this flavor text even hotter.

[pommpuriinn]

Mine mysterious Boyfriend

ੈ✩ synopsis - y/n is a very successful influencer who is known for producing aesthetically pleasing vlogs about her travels, normal day to day life, going to restaurants to taste test food. But even though she gets millions of viewers on a daily basis, her most popular videos are of her sitting down and explaining the latest drama to her never before seen boyfriend. Her viewers are so curious on how he looks since they've been together for a couple of years and y/n has always blurred or added a cute hand drawn character of a white dog with dark eye bags to cover his face whenever he gets in frame. That is until a trip to Japan where the couple was peacefully vlogging by a little tanghulu stand, and a streamer was filming not that far from the couple and caught them in 4K. Revealing y/n’s boyfriend to the world.

ੈ✩ pairing - soobin x fem!reader

ੈ✩ a/n - hey…𓏗-𓏗 it’s been a while since my last post and again sorry. I have been working and trying to get my bag. A little life update: I met katseye during their first fan event which was CRAZYt they are so pretty in person, then I went to see the txt vr movie seeing them so close was freaking me out while also kicking my feet (and yes I’m seeing it a second time I’m delulu). I want to start writing little scenarios of the members instead of full stories. Maybe it will help me write more and get more creative. Inspired by my girl Stephanie Soo and her husband (I love them!)

Y/n Rose started her channel 3 years ago and it instantly blew up because of her aesthetic style and people loved how relatable and humble she was with her new found fame through social media. Lots of people talk about how y/n is a loser stuck in a hot person’s body because of her clumsy self and does little stupid things that people find funny and cute. Her viewers didn’t just get invested into her very entertaining content, but because of y/n’s mysterious boyfriend. Who goes by Soob or Binie and sometimes toki which means ‘bunny’ in Korean. Reddit fans tried their hardest to try to find any photos of her boyfriend through her old post, but unfortunately nothing was found besides him being Korean because of the toki nickname and in videos he’s teaching y/n Korean.

Fans are so desperate to see his face since they know he has to be fine to be able to bag someone as beautiful as y/n, plus he literally has people post edits on tiktok of his hands because his hands are just that attractive to many. Luckily y/n’s fans are respectful and don’t push y/n for information even fans that meet y/n in person don’t sneak pictures of him and don’t answer people’s questions about him.

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Currently the two are flying back to Japan since it’s literally their favorite place to visit since it has everything they’re obsessed with like; anime, Nintendo store, and really good food. Y/n filmed a little montage of herself playing on her deco rog ally (a handheld console almost like a switch) then of her putting on skincare along with a face mask. Until tragedy struck because Soob took off his glasses and placed them on his seat before going to the restroom to wash his face, as he wanted to do his skincare with y/n and once he came back Soob completely forgot he placed his glasses down and sat on them.

The two gasped at the crack sound that came from his butt. “No you did not.” Y/n tried covering her laugh with placing a hand over her mouth, while looking at Soob and back at the camera. Soob slowly reached down and took a pair of now flimsy glasses causing the couple to silently laugh. Y/n accidentally hit her little table so hard that her camera fell off since it was placed at the edge. With Soob’s quick reaction he was able to catch the camera mid air, “y/n-ah!” He whispered yelled. “We can’t already start breaking things before we even make it to Japan.” Soob adjusted the camera in a better angle while y/n hid her face in her (Soob’s) hoodie trying not to be too loud.

After calming down y/n wiped her tears from laughing so much. “Show them your glasses binie.” Soob then held his glasses out like those people who review makeup products, with his hand behind the glasses so the camera can focus on the damage. “Mind you this is the second time this has happened. Where he sets his glasses on the chair goes do something then comes back and his ass does all the damage.” Soob breaks into a laugh. “Sorry that my ass is pretty strong.”

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Y/n gave a quick room tour of the big hotel room that has an amazing view of Tokyo with the help of her very cute boyfriend who is a great camera man. As y/n was talking she couldn’t help but look at how her toki was giving her heart eyes making y/n lose focus on what she was trying to say. “Stop looking at me like that!” He instantly smiled and continued to tease her. “Like what?”

Fans definitely screen recorded the clip and started making edits quickly. The two finished unpacking and were supposed to start getting ready to adventure outside, but y/n saw that Soob looked so comfortable laying on the bed that she just had to try the bed too. As y/n was now laying down next for Soob explaining their plans to the camera, he instantly got a wave of sleepiness with the warmth of y/n by his side. He set an alarm on his phone which he placed next to him and started to snuggle into her. Y/n was unbothered Soob hugging her or being in frame because she would just edit a sleepy yongmeong sticker over his face.

“He’s making me sleepy~” y/n snicker while watching her toki sleep with his head resting on her shoulder through her viewfinder. It didn’t take long before y/n closed her eyes and started sleeping with the camera still filming. She ended up editing a little fast forward clip of the two sleeping before it cuts to them actually walking down a little street with of course Soob being her cameraman.

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“So we’re actually at a convenience store because someone got sleepy and then got me sleepy, so we ended up sleeping for a couple hours.” Y/n explained, while also swinging their connected hands back and forth happily. “Blame it on the jet lag because I’m so used to New York time.” Soob tries to justify himself. “I guess.” Y/n playfully rolls her eyes at him making Soob laugh. The couple were a few steps away from the convenience store before Soob cuts himself off, “oh! Should we show them your fit?” He backed away to give the camera a full shot of y/n’s outfit. “No, I look like Adam Sandler right now!” Y/n whined, hiding her face with her hands slightly embarrassed by just wearing Soob’s hoodie again with loose gray sweatpants with bows running all down on sides of her legs, paired with her cute decorated crocs. She was still giving a coquette feel to the fit.

“It’s giving Adam Sandler meets coquette vibes.” Soob jokes further leaving a pout on y/n’s lips. “I’m joking. You look very cute.” Soob gently pulls y/n by her hand into a hug comforting her. Cute little gestures like that instantly boosts y/n’s mood, she could never genuinely get mad at Soob. “Let’s show the viewers your OOTD.” Y/n makes sure to just film from the neck down. “Binie has his classic white button up, wide legged pants, basic white shoes, and to top it off his brown bag. It’s giving very boyfriend vibes 101, very demure, very cutesy, very mindful.” Y/n and Soob burst out laughing, getting stares from a couple of people, but they didn’t mind.

“Let’s go get your flavored ice.” Soob wrapped his arm our y/n’s shoulder guiding her in the convenience store. “Oh my god yes! Guys I have been seeing that mainly in Korea there’s this thing- I forgot what it’s called, but it’s for people who love to eat ice. It’s peach flavored ice!” y/n was so excited making Soob smile down at her still filming. “It’s also because she would see those Korean cheerleaders do the little dance and then sit back down to eat the ice.” Soob added. Y/n pulled away from Soob and started the iconic dance the cheerleaders do, making Soob laugh more.

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To no one’s surprise y/n loved the ice and literally finished it in 5 minutes. They got a lot of snacks before heading to their next stop which is a popular tanghulu stand. It was a pretty crowded place since there’s lots of stores all around plus it was the evening, the perfect time to hang out. They weren’t the only ones thinking the same because not far from them was a female streamer obviously streaming also eating tanghulu with her friend. “Guys this is so good!” Her eyes wided while munching on the solid sugar-covered strawberry. She wasn’t paying attention that her chat was freaking out about a certain couple that was being shown in the corner. “Huh? Why is everyone freaking out? Is there a celebrity around here?” Even her friend was confused looking around.

The female streamer was now closely reading the comments until a certain comment in all caps shocked her.

#1: OMG IT'S Y/N AND SOOB!! U JUST REVEALED HIS FACE

“You just revealed-no fucking way!” The poor streamer panicked because they were also big fans of them, but she just unintentionally did something bad. She knew how private y/n is when it comes to Soob to the point where even if Soob is showing something on his phone that y/n blurs the reflection of his face on his phone in videos. The streamer quickly ended her stream abruptly, “dude I have to go up to them and tell them.” She looked at her friend with a stressed expression. “I’m sure they will understand. We’ll go together, plus you didn’t mean to show Soob’s face like that.” Her friend had a point. So she took a deep breath and began walking up to them.

As the couple was just finishing their second sweet treat of the day the poor streamer interrupted them saying their thoughts to the camera. “Um…I’m sorry to interrupt, but hi I’m Alice I’m a streamer and I was streaming literally not long ago and…”, Alice was trying to find the right words. “I didn’t know you guys were in the frame and many, many people saw Soob’s face. I’m so sorry.” Alice hated confrontation and was about to burst into tears with how their smiles instantly dropped. The couple looked at each other trying to feel words on what to say.

“Oh, um thank you for telling us instead of leaving us to find out online. Don’t feel sorry it wasn’t your fault plus we’re in public people are recording and taking pictures. Plus I know I could only do so much to try and protect Soob’s identity.” Y/n caressed Alice’s arm to try to make her feel better, clearly seeing her distressed face. “I can’t hide forever, and I again appreciate you telling us.” Alice was shocked at how they were taking this. ”And I’m assuming you're a fan since you know Soob and I.” Y/n wanted to lighten up the mood. “I am!” Alice bursted into tears. Making everyone laugh, as she got to free her emotions. “I loved you guys since the beginning and oh my god you are so handsome and she’s so pretty it’s insane! You are such a power couple and I love seeing Soob always helping you record and you always covering his face with yongmeong who is such a cute character!” Alice finally got to say what she always thought of saying if she ever got to meet them.

Both y/n and Soob’s heart was melting at the cute sight of Alice fangirling and expressing her love for them. They ended up taking pictures together and ensuring Alice that it’s okay and truly wasn’t her fault revealing Soob.

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It was trending everywhere the clip made it’s rounds and Y/n quickly addressed it before anyone would try to send hate to Alice, and Soob wanted to make a video with y/n after a couple of weeks finally actually revealing himself. He felt like it was inevitable for this to happen and it was bound to happen just not like this. With his decision to do this y/n was a bit opposed to doing this because she knows that Soob is a very private person. But she could tell Soob was already set on doing it.

“After lots of thinking I think it’s time to show the world the literal love of my life.” Y/n and Soob were certainly sitting on the floor in their living room back in New York with a yongmeong face pillow still covering Soob’s face. “Are you going to put it down?” Soob chuckled at y/n. “I’m nervous!” Y/n was more anxious than Soob. “I’ll do it then.” Soob took the face pillow and placed it on his lap. Y/n squealed seeing Soob’s face in the viewfinder.

“Hi I’m Soobin also known as Soob and Binie.” Soobin covered his face feeling shy with y/n hyping him up.

The world suddenly was more colorful, the air was fresher, and the water was bluer and clear now that Soobin revealed his face. People were happy having an actual face to the name and seeing the most visually stunning couple. Soobin even unprivated his instagram but his instagram was literally a fan page of y/n because it was girlfriend material photos of y/n, and his only post with his face was his most recent one that still has y/n in the picture. Which people found so cute that Soobin is so down bad for y/n.

[bomber-grl]

Hi!! Can I have a Hiro x reader, were Hiro gets nervous around reader and Baymax is like "Your pulse just got faster right now". It would be funny to see Hiro getting more nervous because that

“Don’t listen to him!”

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader (no gendered pronouns)

You and Hiro were already really close and great friends

The only thing worth noting is that Hiro may or may not have a teensy weensy crush on you

Although, it really wasn’t worth noting

Especially since he's planning to show you a project in his lab tonight and a crush would only serve as a distraction, an awkward one at that

The casual hangout was planned so you could meet Baymax, as you've already met everyone important in Hiro's life.

The time was just never right

He’d be in his lab and right after Baymax had left to wander town helping others, you’d walk right in

But tonight was when that’d change

Hiro gave a speech to Baymax to be cool and stuff

Hiro couldn't stress it enough—he was already nervous around you, and he could only imagine it getting way worse than it already was

Hiro gave the speech but knowing Baymax, it’d go right over his head (for obvious reasons

When you finally arrive, he gets up to greet you. After exchanging saying hi, you give him a hug

His face immediately flushed, and his heart raced in response, but he shrugged it off

Finally, when you peek over Hiro's shoulder, you see a large white marshmallow-like figure

You immediately recognize this figure as Baymax and once Hiro introduces you, you get the scan and typical Baymax speech

Things are honestly going pretty well, and Hiro's relieved that Baymax hasn't said anything unsettling, knowing the robot has a difficult time with people sometimes

He might as well as jinxed it though because the moment he said that, Baymax turned to him and scanned him

Hiro didn’t even notice, the only thing that was on his mind was you and how nervous you made him feel

He saw you face Baymax and then he heard something he’d never want to hear

“Your heart rate has escalated significantly in the past five minutes, and there is a notable increase in temperature observed in the facial region. Please remain calm as I continue to monitor your vital signs.”

Hiro immediately turned to him and told him to be quiet but that made it even worse

Baymax began giving solutions and possible reasons for why he was acting the way he was and when Baymax gave “someone else” and hinted at hormones as a reason he freaked

The scene in front of you was basically Baymax continuing his talk with his “patient” and hiro desperately trying to turn Baymax off

“Someone else” and the hormones thing only makes things worse and he turned to you for the first time throughout this sequence of events

“Don’t listen to him! He doesn’t know what he’s talking about and he’s pretty messed up from being attacked by u-uh some dogs.”

The situation is finally calmed down, Baymax is charging and you’re currently seated across from Hiro

And you just can’t help but burst out laughing

The whole thing was so ridiculous and honestly? You kind of already knew

Hiro was always nervous and hyper aware around you and the “fight” (if you can even call it that) only confirmed your suspicions.

Hiro immediately perked up and he laughed a bit too

It took a good amount of stuttering and sidelining but Hiro finally confesses his feelings and also his very much present fear of Baymax ever outing him

Which did end up happening, obviously

It was honestly a shock that he hadn’t been outed sooner

The inevitable happens and the two of you start dating and what not

But the funniest thing of it all was even after that day, Baymax would still mention it and this time- in both of you

[lilacxquartz]

intoxication; oc!incubus x human f!reader

plot: you came home later than usual one night and weren’t acting like your usual self, which freaked midnight out — cw: reader is implied drugged, this is a yandere incubus, some uncomfy topics, emotional hurt/comfort — w.c: 1.6k

for june of doom, day 8: “how many fingers am i holding up?”/drugged • on ao3 • more event works • masterlist

By the time you had arrived home, it was very late at night. The front door creaked open, revealing your flushed and disheveled form, looking much worse for wear than you should have been.

Before now, you had been out drinking with some friends downtown. Midnight was aware and begrudgingly allowed this, understanding that your friends were platonic. Jealousy was not an emotion he could truly escape, but he kept a tight enough lid on it to minimise any potential distress.

Tonight, however, things were different.

Upon stumbling in through the door, you looked like you had been through hell and back. You stood, just barely, and with one shoe missing. Your lipstick had smudged against your face, and your eyes were glazed, with the whites kissed pink. Midnight, who had been ready to prepare you for bed and deal with your hangover the next day, had already suspected something much more foul at play here.

The thought crossed his mind, but he almost didn’t want to know.

His ashen grey hands caught you as you fell forward into your home and then led you to sit at the edge of the bed, taking a knee in front of you. “You’re so drunk,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with worry.

You nodded at him and brushed out a hand to run his long black hair. The strands fell through your fingers like silk. “Very, very drunk,” you confirmed, “and you…” you said, trailing off, dropping your hand to jab him in the chest, “are very blurry.”

Midnight flashed you a tight smile, feeling both his sanity and his patience slip away for a moment. He tried to stay calm for your sake, but it hurt him to see you in such a state. “Keep looking at me, okay?” he requested, propping a finger beneath your chin to keep your gaze level with his own.

“I’m looking, I’m looking,” you slurred.

A sharp exhale left his lips as he tried to assess what you had gone through. You promised that you would be out for three hours maximum, because you still had work the next day. When you came back, however, it was starting to get bright outside. It made no sense that you would be in this sort of state. Shaking his head, he held up three fingers in front of you. “How many am I holding up?”

You squinted your eyes, trying to focus. “Two? No. Four?”

Midnight could only blink. “This isn’t funny.”

Your lips formed a frown as he grew upset with you, but you tried to keep him grounded. “You’re so cute when you’re worried,” you spoke, nodding forward slightly and losing your balance for a split second before leaning back again.

That, however, just about broke him. He swiftly rose to his feet and took maybe two steps back, fixing you a panicked look. His usual calm and soft demeanour curdled into something sharper as concern settled into his features. “You don’t understand, my love,” he urged, pleaded, almost, “this is serious. What if you had gotten hurt? What if someone took you home and… and…” he was unable to finish the sentence.

Being as out of it as you were, however, meant that your emotions were also all over the place. If he wasn’t calm, then neither were you. You blinked up at him and tried to hold onto your composure, but it was quickly slipping. “W-why are you so mad at me?”

Midnight sighed and fell back to his knees, his hands branching out to hold your shoulders. “I’m not mad at you,” he assured with a gentler tone, “I’m just scared because I love you so much and I don’t want to see you get hurt, or worse.”

You didn’t reply that time, but tried to lean forward into a hug. Your arms wrapped around his back, feeling along the protruding spikes that ran down his spine. He reciprocated by holding you close, allowing his eyes to drift to the ceiling and find comfort in your presence. After a couple of minutes, he calmed down, but only a little.

“Are you still awake?” he asked.

You nodded, and your voice sounded slightly more cohesive that time, “Yes.”

There was a slight pause. Midnight fixed you a grim look but tried to keep his expression soft at the same time. What he wanted you to do was to take this seriously. Finding the right balance was just difficult.

“Did someone… get you into this state?” he carefully probed.

Your eyes screwed shut as you tried to remember, but nothing immediate popped up. “N-no,” you stammered, shaking your head and then shrugging. “I mean, I don’t think so? We both had a couple of rum and cokes, but we couldn’t have had more than three. I did go to the bathroom once and left my drink with some trusted people, but it’s entirely possible that they didn’t pay as much attention since the venue was so packed.”

He nodded as you spoke. “And… do you think that someone might have drugged you?” he asked you. “Please think carefully.”

“I-I’m not sure,” you admitted, “but I’m back home, aren’t I? So, it’s okay, right?”

Midnight snapped without meaning to. His voice raised, causing you to jump. “You’re barely okay. You could barely stand straight when you came home. What if someone followed you home, and I didn’t exist? Do you even think—”

You groaned at his lecture, even if you understood that it came from a place of care. “But, you’re always here.”

“How did you even get back home?” he interrogated without skipping a beat.

“I took an uber,” you muttered.

Midnight couldn’t help but scoff. For the time being, he hugged you tighter as he tried to expel any dark thoughts. He didn’t want to think about what could have happened to you in such a state, and the possibilities filled him with a barely controlled seething rage. Demons could eat people if they truly wanted to, but both incubi and succubi alike had more limitations. If it meant protecting you, though, then he would do so without hesitation.

For the time being, he settled on an ultimatum.

He pulled back to look at you. “No more nights out.”

Your voice croaked as you replied, “What?”

“You heard me,” he replied flatly, “I can’t trust anyone around you. Not even your friends, it seems.”

Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to protest. “W-wait, can I at least still go to my job? Or outside?”

“You can,” Midnight snorted. “Just no more getting drunk around strangers,” he warned, “you can drink at home and bring your friends over if you must, and I’ll just blend into the shadows.”

You nodded, but this still didn’t seem right to you. You blinked up at him and tried to argue back again. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

“I’m sure,” he replied, “because there won’t be a next time, my love.”

“Midnight—” you protested, your voice twisting into a whine. He wasn’t being fair, was he? You didn’t think so.

“What?” he seethed. “I’m not doing anything wrong by protecting you, am I?” he asked you, not realising just how manipulative he sounded. He shot his hand out to grab onto your wrist, emphasising his point with a tight squeeze. You grunted out in sudden pain, but he was too blinded by anger to see what he was doing to you.

His grip tightened as he yanked you forward, but then you flinched, letting a sharp yelp escape your lips.

Midnight reacted right away, dropping your hand in an instant. “Oh, no. Oh, no, no,” he backpedalled, his eyes growing wide as he forced himself to step away from you. “What did I just—”

You were still dazed and intoxicated, but more so, you were confused. He hurt you, yes, but you managed to register it as an accident. You knew that he could never truly hurt you. Not on purpose.

“It’s okay, it was an accident—” you tried to comfort him.

However, he could only shake his head, quickly growing distraught. “No, don’t make excuses for me,” he shot back, “I’m trying so hard not to become like the rest,” he said, referencing the others of his kind, “I don’t want to drain or hurt you. I’m different, aren’t I? I—”

You took an unsteady step forward after him. “M-Midnight, please, you said it before, right?” you asked, trying to remind him of his worry. “You were just scared. Everyone does strange things when they’re scared…”

He turned away from you even as you tried to keep his eyes on you. His tail swished around nervously behind him, but eventually, he did calm down. He nodded down to meet with your worried stare, his heart breaking from the thought of someone hurting you while at the same time, being the cause of such a thing.

“You’re right,” Midnight supposed, “but it should never be an excuse to hurt you, and I promise you that it won’t happen again,” he vowed, but he wasn’t done talking as a look of determination settled in his eyes, “nor will I let anyone else ever get that close to you again.”

You gulped in response and carefully nodded, even if you were unsure about the depths of his promise. “Okay, you’ll… protect me?”

Midnight nodded, reuniting his body with yours, pulling you into a hug you could no longer back out from—even if you wanted to—holding onto you as tight as he could. He seemed to have finally relaxed now that he was certain that you were safe and sound, but at the same time, something changed internally for him. It was as if he overrode whatever had been holding him back as an incubus.

If someone were to hurt you in the future for whatever reason or cause, then Midnight wouldn’t be shy in reminding humans as to why they used to fear demons so very much in the past.

[biancasaidstfu]

I don’t think people are using just a little bit of common sense. Let’s go back..,

Nic did that audiobook. A book that was too close to home. A book that made people think, am I in the twlight zone. And she recorded that book in september, so she was aware of the shipping mania.

why didn’t Nic and JD spend Christmas & NYE together. Now I can understand Christmas but NYE.

people complaining that Luke probably- depends on one’s view of the photo- Antonia to LA. But are we forgetting Nic and JD went to NYC in October and JD was not at the Times Event Dinner. So please stop saying he took her to LA to sit in the room. Grow up people!!!!! It’s the same pattern.

The hug seen all around the world. The way he slightly pulls her is possessive. That hug broke the internet. But people say they are beefing. I’ve never seen Luke or Nic hug their alleged partners. He even tries to hold her hand.

Lukey is a man of facial expression. It’s funny how people will say, oh he is angry with A, but say him and Nic are beefing when he smiling like the Joker on national media outlet.

JD likes attention too. I’ve seen so many people say, A is so awful and JD is working hard and has a good head on his shoulder. Be for real. JD trolls people too and with the help of Nic his name got out there too. Yes, he went to drama school. But to say he did this all on his own is not true. Not downplaying him going to school to study the craft just being honest.

Nic’s follow. I have seen this argument as to why Nic is following A all over SM. Nic and Antonia had a chance to finally talk and decided to follow one another. BS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do people seriously think that two women, who have a shared person of interest- Luke - need to finally meet in LA, go across the freaking map of the US just to finally sit and met and talk to her. Be for real. That’s the dumbest thing over ever read. And I’ve read a lot of dumb stuff in this fandom. Luke would have told Nic months ago, for a sit down. Don’t people remember she already knew of her in NYC. Use logic people.

Nic’s overcompensation on buddy. Nic we know you and Luke are close. Maybe she called him buddy bc now people outside of the bridgerton world saw how they acted. But!! Aren’t there multiple new media outlets with articles she is dating JD???? Those said media outlets interviewed her. This is how you know those are articles just repost of DM with no fact check or interview. Not once does she try to correct with JD. Now one could say bc that’s her man. But if that is her man, why feel the need to let people know Luke is buddy.

lastly, could I be wrong, yep 😂😂. But I love Luke and Nic and that won’t change. But only two options are at play 1. Nic and Luke are together. The follow of A is a wild card to paint the narrative- we all friends. Fans the ones that made mountain out of hills. But Nic, for some reason, is not ready. Luke is about to pop lol OR Following A was to help like our. Him and A got into an argument and Nic said - I got you bc she knows added fuel to the fire too. And JD reposted and commented on Nic photo bc they too got into an argument and he got jealous. But honestly, I think Nic & Luke are together. It’s fun to be delulu at times, but I look at the clues and analyze. I believe all will come to light soon. But whatever one believes, people need to be adults. Using a bug emoji is childish.

thanks so much B for your blog. It’s truly the best one out there.

Thank you anon ❤️❤️❤️

And I agree.

When you only focus on Nic following Antonia, you’re only seeing one possibility. You’re forgetting about everything else flying around the follow.

One anon asked me why would they go through such extreme lengths to hide their relationship.

It’s not hiding it, not really. It’s protecting it and keeping it private. Imagine the kind of salacious bullshit that would come from a sudden NicLuke drop with loose ends out there. Media outlets get whiff of stank coming from any direction and it’s allegations out the ass left and right.

And this is only one angle! There’s a number of possibilities that can occur without a plan and those can quickly spiral out of control.

There’s strategy here, people.

[nikisdaughter]

Funny how Galisteu was so into Coke she’d roll out of bed and already be drinking two glasses and this drove Ayrton, all health freak, absolutely mad. He even called Nuno to rant about it. But every time they were out at one of his events and someone asked if she wanted a drink he was like: “Do u want a Coke?”