#to the dork eating a plant again

[kasukaniy]

Really believing my birthday is just the new cursed date in my family and would like it to stop.

[planetxiao]

# HAPPINESS FOR TWO

𖤐 umemiya hajime ; suo hayato ; sakura haruka x reader

⟢ fluff, scenarios // when their friends realized you’re good for each other.

𖤐 UMEMIYA HAJIME

Damn it all.

Hiragi wasn’t sure how, but he managed to make it home without realizing he didn’t have his antacid tablets on him. He checked – double checked – each of his pockets, but alas, they were gone. He sighed. There was only one place he thought it could be: back on the rooftop of Furin High.

He wasn’t usually forgetful, but it had been a long day, he supposed. That unnecessarily big fight took a lot out of him. 

It was like any other day, another leader of a gang demanding to fight Umemiya, except this guy was too persistent about it. In fact, all of his men seemed to have been of one mind. In the end, Umemiya gave him the fight he wanted. Of course, the white haired Bofurin leader reigned victorious, but he didn’t leave the fight unscathed. No one did. That being said, everyone was fine; they just left with minor cuts, scrapes, and bruises.

A meeting on the rooftop was held after the fight, each captain and vice captain giving their report before leaving for the day. That was when he must’ve set them down.

Hiragi trudged all the way back to Furin High, stomach turning at the possibility of getting roped into Umemiya’s antics again – if he was still there, anyway. The sun was about to set, and all of that day’s teams were on their last patrol shift. 

He had half a mind to kick down the door in irritation, but he resigned to pushing it open.  With his hands stuffed in his pockets, Hiragi’s eyes peeled this way and that to look for the very guy whose mere mention gave him indigestion in the first place.

Left, clear. Right, clear. A breath of relief… let out too soon.

Hiragi took one step before freezing. Sat at the picnic table about 15 feet away was Umemiya and someone he recognized to be his partner. 

Hiragi had seen you a couple times before. You would come to bring Umemiya lunch from time to time, and he would show you all of the plants he was growing in return. He really didn’t know anything about you but your name, nor did he ever feel the need to know more than that.

That was probably his fifth time seeing you. You both straddled the bench, facing each other, with your legs pulled over Umemiya’s. His hands rested on your hips as you gently wiped a cotton pad over the scratches on his face. Umemiya gazed at you with eyes that held nothing but love in them and a smile so easily made, like that of a dreamer stuck within his fantasies.

“Hajime, how many times have I asked you to be careful?” You sighed.

He laughed bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry, Sorry! I tried, I really did!”

You applied a large bandage to the cut on Umemiya’s cheek, shaking your head lightly.

“I know. I just worry about you.”

“I know, my love,” He cupped your face, “But, it’s okay. I’m okay! You don’t need to worry, I’ll always come back to you, okay?”

It was almost picturesque, the way you melted together like chocolate under the setting sun. Your forehead rested against his while he interlocked his fingers with yours. Hiragi felt bad watching the scene unfold in front of his eyes.

You giggled, “That was so cheesy, you dork.”

“What?! I thought it was romantic!”

He would rather eat his own shoe than admit this to anyone, but Hiragi smiled at the sight of Umemiya holding his world in the palm of his hands. He seemed to have found his true other half, someone that understood and cared for him in the way Umemiya deserved.

The creak of the rooftop door closing was heard by both you and Umemiya, the only sign that Hiragi was ever there. 

He’d come back for those tablets later.

𖤐 SUO HAYATO

Shouts bellowed down the street, drawing a crowd. It’s not unnecessarily unusual for a fight to break out there, but the people of the town watch as if it was the first time. Onlookers lined the walls of the narrow street close to the action.

Sakura and Nirei had been walking to meet up with Suo on their day off. They agreed to meet outside of Kotoha’s cafe at noon, but Sakura and Nirei were running late. As for why, well, Nirei had to take the time to go all the way to Sakura’s apartment and wake him up because he had overslept. Let’s just say Nirei had a rather stressful morning.

The fast shuffling of feet caught Sakura’s attention. He quirked a brow, looking up from his shoes to see a group of people in the distance. Some of them had been sent flying back in different directions, piquing Sakura’s curiosity.

What the hell? There’s a fight right now?

The itch of annoyance Sakura felt from that morning had him rearing to go. Nirei gulped. However, a comment from one of the onlookers was what sent them running towards the crowd.

“Hey, isn’t that eyepatch guy from Bofurin?”

Suo was in it?

They pushed through the crowd to see for themselves. Sure enough, they recognized the tassel earrings whipping in the air before they could even see their friend’s face. From the look of it, there weren’t that many foes left, and he had someone fighting alongside him.

You and Suo were back to back, taking one guy after another. Your movements mirrored each other as if watching a master and student. While your actions were more limited and practiced, Suo’s refined moves looked purely instinctual. He drew in his opponents with a mere look and had them on their backs within seconds. It was a violent dance that you both had invited your foes to.

Sakura and Nirei watched in shock, seeing these men drop like flies. It was ridiculous, this wasn’t a fight. There was no struggle from both sides, only one.

There were only two left, and Suo seemed to sense foul play heading in your direction. The sun gleamed off the metal bat that reeled back in front of you. You gasped. You weren’t used to fighting against weapons. Hell, you weren’t even that used to fighting in general. The guy smirked, swinging as hard as he could. But, the path of the bat was abruptly stopped as Suo flew through the air, swiftly kicking the guy in the face. The metal bat hit the ground with a clang, the owner flying back into a wall before crumbling onto the ground.

Suo’s venomous gaze lingered for a second on the man who sought to hurt you, though another one charged at him from behind. You called out his name – a warning hot on your lips. Suo took notice of the impending presence, but before he could turn and deal with the person, the crisp sound of a fist connecting with skin rang in his ears. Suo looked back, seeing the guy unconscious on the ground with most likely a broken nose.

Cheers erupted in the street, praising Suo and his partner in taking down the brutes. Sakura stuffed his hands in his pockets with a huff, while Nirei beamed at the two of you.

“Wow! I wonder who that person is. Do you know, Sakura?”

“No idea.”

As Nirei was about to approach them, he watched Suo take your hand in his and examine your bleeding knuckles.

You laughed bashfully and shrugged, “I improvised.”

Suo smiled softly, raising his other hand to caress your burning cheek.

“You did well, my dear.”

Oh! Oh.

Nirei whipped his head back to Sakura, about to shout about how Suo had a secret romantic partner, but stopped when he saw Sakura’s wide eyed blush. When Nirei turned back around, he saw Suo leading you into Kotoha’s cafe with a hand on the small of your back. Your head nestled in the crook of his neck.

The blond couldn’t help the way his lips curled. He ran after the two, pulling out his small notebook. That was the first time he had seen you, but he could tell you were special to Suo and he to you. You two made one hell of a good team. A scary one, but good nonetheless.

He just hoped he and Sakura would never do anything to piss you off.

𖤐 SAKURA HARUKA

Nirei was pacing.

“Where could he be? He’s never disappeared for this long before. One day, sure. But three? Something’s wrong. I just know it.”

Suo placed a hand on Nirei’s shoulder, a friendly smile remaining on his face. He understood that Nirei worried about Sakura as much if not more than anyone else at Furin High, but biting his nails over the issue wasn’t going to fix it. Ever the voice of reason, Suo spoke calmly to his friend.

“Relax, Nire-kun. The last time Sakura was gone, he was sick in his home, right?”

Nirei looked up at Suo, concern furrowing his brow.

“That’s the thing. I checked his apartment yesterday and he wasn’t there.”

Suo hummed. An interesting turn of events. He doubted that Sakura would just up and disappear – he could’ve just been out when Nirei came around. There’s an explanation for everything, after all. Sakura’s strong, it’s not likely he was kidnapped or anything of the sort. He was probably just sick again. Even so, it wouldn’t be good if Sakura was ill and wandering around…

“I see. Then why don’t we check one more time?”

Nirei nodded and turned on his heel, making a bee-line out of the classroom with Suo following behind.

Nirei kept a brisk pace. He was always at least three steps ahead of Suo, who kept his normal pace. It was Suo’s second time coming up on the desolate complex. The scenery was less surprising this time around, but the tattered place was eerie all the same.

They knocked once, twice, thrice, receiving no answer each time. Suo’s hand grasped the knob, remembering how it was unlocked last time they came to check on Sakura, and turned it. The door opened with a ghostly creak, no sign of life anywhere in the room. Suo called for Sakura. Still no answer.

“Sorry for the intrusion,” Suo murmured, deja vu creeping over him.

Nirei followed. Suo slid the door to the main room open and was greeted by nothing, Sakura’s futon rolled away haphazardly in the corner. Not even his uniform hung where it was last time. Nirei began to wring his hands. Where the hell could Sakura have gone?

“Huh, he’s still not here,” Suo wondered aloud before turning to his worried friend, “Have you tried asking his partner if they’ve seen him?”

“No, I don’t have any way to contact them.”

The brown haired boy had an inkling that he knew where Sakura might be.

That was how they wound up on your doorstep after the sun had set. They had seen you quite a few times, even coming with Sakura to see you once or twice. Sakura had told them each time not to come, but of course his friends were curious about his partner. Suo would insist, while Nirei would just follow.

Like earlier, they knocked on the door and awaited a response. If he wasn’t here, Nirei was going to lose his mind.

The knob turned. Nirei didn’t waste a second.

“Hello, sorry for the bother, but have you seen-”

A hand covered his mouth, surprising him. When he looked up at you with wide eyes, you simply held your finger over your mouth, signaling him to keep quiet. Suo peered through the door behind you and understood.

Surrounded by various medicine bottles and a tissue box laid Sakura, sound asleep. His monochromatic hair splayed in different directions, twirled together in some spots like yin and yang. Nirei and Suo could see his reddened nose and cheeks from where they stood at the door. All tell tale signs of Suo’s confirmed suspicion. Taking one last peek, Suo and Nirei chuckled at Sakura’s sleeping form, a trickle of drool peeking from the corner of his ajar mouth.

You stepped outside with the two boys, closing the door behind you.

“Sorry Nirei, I didn’t want him to wake up. What’s going on?”

“Has Sakura been here for the past three days?” Nirei asked.

You nodded.

“He started feeling sick while he was here a couple days ago, so I’ve been taking care of him. He’s doing better though, his fever finally broke just before you came actually. Should be up and moving by tomorrow.”

Nirei breathed a sigh of relief. Sakura was fine, he could finally relax his tense shoulders. Suo’s usual kind smile melted into something softer after hearing your explanation. An unspoken thought was shared between the two boys as they glanced at each other. The heavy feeling of deja vu had dissipated because something was different this time.

Thank god Sakura has you.

note: i’m actually pretty happy with how these turned out :D also in suo’s, if not implied well, he taught you those moves :3 i hope their characterizations are all okay!!

[the-possum-writes]

Gardening and a Glass of Orange Juice

❥Character: Finn Mertens

❥Wordcount: 1388

❥Tags: SFW, Chubby!reader, gender neutral, mutual pinning, fluff, one shot, just two dorks chatting a bit.

❥Synopsis: A small little visit from a certain adventurer brings up a few memories from the past as the two of you share a glass of fresh orange juice.

❥A/N: I thought I received a request for Finn/chubby reader and came up with this in one go but turns out it included Fern- whoops! I'll be sharing this one shot as its own thing while I write something with the two of them and finish my 2024 master list. (I'm testing out a new format, bare with me)

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

It's the beginning of summer and what better way to prepare than to tend your garden with seasonal goods, your spring batch of flowers are lovely of course but the thought of eating home-grown watermelon while taking in the view of sunflowers and marigolds had you working the moment June came up in your calendar.

That's how you've spent the whole morning toiling away at the soil until it was smooth enough to plant seeds, even if it meant sinking easily into the dirt due to your weight but there's not much to complain about the smell of fresh dirt or at least until you hear ringing coming from the bell by the main entrance to your home. Oh! A visitor. You leave behind your tools and dust your hands on the side of your clothes before checking through the peephole only to reveal blue eyes and a bright smile, if there's anything else besides gardening that has you equally excited it's this adventurer. "Look who decided to pop around, got tired of adventuring yet Finn?" You open the door to greet him with a smile that could match his, only difference is that you still have all your teeth.

"Only if you got bored of babysitting plants and whatnot." He snapped right back knowinly, already awaiting the answer.

"Heck nah," you wave a hand, it's then that you noticed the gator biting into the side of his robot arm. "By the looks of it, neither have you. What's with the gator?"

Finn looks down at the animal completely unfazed as if a fly just landed on his shoulder. "Oh just a little science experiment that escaped PB's shack, I was on my way to bring it back til I saw something that reminded me of you." It's then that Finn pulls out a ceramic pot from his backpack with his good arm, handing it over as your playful smile tones down into a content one. You give the bowl a closer view, admiring it's matte purple color that would look wonderful with a couple of cosmos, it's a little chipped off around the edges but it's a little imperfection that reminds you of the person who gave it to you. 

"I love it, thanks Finn." You try to give him one of your classic bear hugs in return but it only made the gator growl at you, breaking into laughter between the two of you. "How about I fetch you a glass of orange juice instead?"

Finn nods and follows you into the kitchen noticing there's different potted plants in here than the last time he visited you, he sits on a dining chair to the best of his abilities with a live animal chowing down on him but it's nothing more than an afterthought when he takes in the sight of you at the kitchen counter. How you move around comfortable in your own skin despite how much dirt was on you considering your favorite hobby, with the weather being as hot as it is today he takes note that you're dressed appropriately that allows good movement and sheds you from the sun, now, Finn is far from knowing anything about fashion nor does he pay mine to what others wear but he particularly likes how your current loose fitting outfit sways everytime you go back and forth looking for a clean cup, it reminds him of tree canopies swaying in the wind. He also takes note of the skin on your arms and your face, sprinkled with telltale signs of work under the sun due to dried patches of skin peeling off, he wonders if you've been using enough sunscreen but then again he isn't one to talk with how spotted his own arms became. Anyone can chalk it down to being hipocrit but in reality he cares about you more than he does about himself- I mean, he's got an entire gator on his arm.

"Here ya go, sorry for the mess I forgot to do dishes yesterday."  You apologize, holding two glasses for both of you.

"Thanks."

But in that small instant Finn also admired your hands, they're heftier than his but also just as hardworking with years of experience using gardening tools and littered with small faded cuts due to handling flowers with thorns.

You caught him staring but you tried to not make note of it. "So, going back to Princess Bubblegum huh? How's she holding up? Last time I heard she got overthrown by that old coot King of Ooo."

"She's been doing alright, she moved in her uncle's shack and started growing stuff like you do."

"Huh, never knew she'd had it in her to work on stuff outside of castles and laboratories..." You raise your eyebrows. "You know, princesses with their luscious hair and dainty princess hands."

Finn notes there's something mixed in this conversation, jealousy perhaps?

"Well, I've lost a few arm wrestling matches against Muscle Princess."

You snort a bit at that. "Alright maybe not all of them. But you've always been popular with them, heck I remember back in the day you were head over heels and couldn't take three steps out of your house without a princess calling for help even though we had plans." 

Ah, so that's what it is. Resentment.

"Oh yeah... I mean I still help anyone who needs it, but atleast I know how to handle my time than when I was a kid." Finn tries to laugh it off but he still feels the regret creeping in, so he plays it off nonchalantly by taking a long sip from his juice even though it was eating him on the inside.

"True..." You look away with your own cup in hand. "Has there been any huge differences between that kid and now?" You asked him, wanting to hear his perspective.

"A few, but the first one that comes to mind is that I make room for important things and people."

You take a moment to let that sink in, turning your attention to the matte flower pot he brought you. It's now that you feel silly for bringing up the past when it only exists in memories, your line of thought was interrupted when you broke into a chuckle as you hear the gator growl once more. "Well, there will be time to hang out once you don't have an alligator chomping on your arm." You down the last gulp of your juice and turn around to look for something in your drawers while Finn finishes his own glass. Once he's done he leaves the cup on the kitchen table while you hand him a few bags of seeds. "Here, it's a good season to grow cucumbers and I happen to have a few extra lying around, they should be easy to maintain if PB doesn't have that much experience with produce yet. And tell her I said hi." 

Finn accepts the seeds and pockets them.

"I could come back and help you out placing the sticks and strings around them."

"Oh don't worry about that, I've grown used to placing trellis on my own... But it wouldn't hurt to have an extra hand. That is, if the gator doesn't bite it off first."

This time Finn is the one chuckling but considering the state of his robotic arm and the dents left by the gator, his laughter is more so on the nervous side as the animal has been chomping on it for a while now.

"I'll hurry up then." 

You company the young man to your door but not without bidding him goodbye in a funny way, holding your laughter during the way out. "Alrighty then, see you later alligator." You wave, almost cracking down at the sight of his expression before returning the favor.

"See you in a while crocodile." Finn waves back.

By the time you close the door you break down in a hysterical laughter until your sides hurt, it's then that you're left in a better mood than earlier as you make your way to the kitchen and prepare extra orange juice for your visitor because unlike other times when the call of action was too strong for him to ignore, you get the feeling he'll come straight back to you this time.

[asinwhywereyouborn]

₊✩‧₊˚౨ ℋℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ, 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓈! ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

My name is Charlie, and this page is going to be very miscellaneous.

As a basic overview of me, I'm 18 years old, trans (he/him) and I really like plants! I have ADHD and a number of other blogs, so this one might be very erratically updated, which I apologize for in advance. I call pretty much everyone love, doll, and/or dear, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please please please let me know so I don't upset or harm you in any way. I also (attempt to) flirt quite a lot, so, again, tell me if that makes you uncomfortable.

If you couldn't tell, I really love Coraline. That and Across the Spider-Verse are my favorite films. I love psychological films and psychology in general, so if you have any recommendations of movies that will fuck up my head, please let me know!

Some things that might be featured on this blog~

｡°✩ Music I Like~ this can range from hard rock to K-pop to 2020 music from POVs to David Bowie (I adore Bowie). My favorite groups are Måneskin, Black Veil Brides, and Sleep Token. My favorite solo artists are Dean Lewis, Vana, Chappell Roan, Ashnikko, Hozier, and others. I'm sorry ToT I'm bad at picking favorites!! ✧˖°

｡°✩ Poetry~ while I won't say I stand up against the greats, I'm not a horrid poet and am interested in sharing it. I'll also be reblogging other poetry, because the poets of tumblr are wonderful and deserve the recognition. ✧˖°

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｡°✩ Religion~ you might even find the occasional religious or spiritual post from me, as I'm pagan and have a lot of (apparently strange) spiritual beliefs. I'm primarily Hellenic, however I do follow Loki and, while I don't follow every god, I do believe in every god, even the Christian one (I don't like him, though. Jesus is cool.) I'd like a bit more into astrology and the like, so if anyone knows any resources for that, please let me know! The tags will be #wybiespaganismreblogs and #wybiespaganism. ✧˖°

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There is not an MDNI, but minors, please don't try to DM me without prior consent; I have no filter and don't feel like doin' time. Ageless blogs as well, unless specifically marked as adult.

[jvstheworld]

My Ted Lasso Re-watch: S2E2

Lavender

Oh Jamie, going from reality TV, to talk show and looking like a muppet. Also, the bit with Phil and Holly has not aged well with ermmm... Recent discoveries behind the scenes. Not of Ted Lasso, of the talk show This Morning.

Man City doesn't want Jamie. But he still has support of fans, that's good. We do eventually find out why he left Man City.

Beard and Jane are not a good or healthy couple. They should not be together. Beard deserves better but the thinks that's what he deserves.

Nate micromanaging Will. He's just doing his job, and doing it well. Leave the poor guy alone.

Aww, Will has a girlfriend. Good for him.

Roy cares about his new team. Especially Kokoruda and Phoebe. Too bad he wants nothing to do with Richmond.

Keeley knows what she likes in a man and isn't afraid to express it. Go Keeley.

Ted riding the lawn mower, what a dork.

Ted is hurt about Dr Sharon staying for the season because he still doesn't trust her. Even though it's good for the team and later him. She does have a cool bike though.

Ted is confusing. He wants to be included about decisions for the team but wants Higgins to make his own mind up about things. It was Higgins's idea to bring Dr Sharon in and since he is director of football operations (what does that even mean)? He should get a say in what is best for the team. And Dr Sharon is what is best for them.

Nate is still too quick to complain about Will. I will say, personally I find lavender to be kind of horrible to smell.

No one wants Jamie. Because he shows no loyalty to anyone. And clubs and the public have seen that. They don't wasn't to sign him for something if he's just going to jump ship when he gets bored.

Ted bursting though doors is everything to me. I love that manic pixie dream boy. But yeah, don't barge into a therapist's office.

Sudeikis does actually play video games in real life, because they are fun. If something is taking over your life you should change your habits to prevent it from taking up most of your waking hours. This only applies to non-addictive things. You don't want to deprive yourself of enjoyment because that will make you miserable, but just adjust how you view that relationship you have with it. It's why some people struggle with dieting. Because they try to eliminate the things that are 'bad' for them, instead of accepting that they can be part of their diet but not a major part of it.

Ted is very disarming. He wants to know everything he can about a person straight away. But Dr Sharon sees through it.

Keeley mentioning Dubai Air, for the campaign that Sam will be a part of next episode.

Robert Plant and Jimmy Page. I have watched too much Supernatural to have gotten that joke before Ted did. Plant and Page were Sam and Dean's most used aliases. You are off your game here Ted, Dr Sharon really must have you rattled.

'What a fucking arsehole' is back again, because Dr Sharon doesn't eat sugar. I'm going to have to keep track of how many times it's said in the show.

As much as Rebecca might know what her problems are, she still show see a therapist because they would have knowledge and the capabilities to help her move on from her relationship with Rupert. She manages on her own well enough, but there are still things that might need addressing. And Ted, he works out that he needs help eventually. Friends aren't your therapists, they can only do so much to help. If you need help, see a professional, your friends are your support network to help keep you in the right path to getting to a healthier emotional state. You're not burdening people by sharing your problems, but they might not always be able to help you in the way you need, that's where professionals come in. Spoken as someone trying to get that help now.

[stormyoceans]

Talay had never really wondered what “bliss” meant. He was usually too busy with work or drinking with his friends to bother with such a vague concept. But now, here, lying in Puen’s arms, holding him close--there was no other word for it. Puen’s face was buried against his chest, where he planted the occasional lazy kiss. Talay rested his own chin in his hair, taking in that soothing scent as he let his fingers brush through every now and then. 

Yes, this was bliss; that feeling of pure, carefree fulfillment and satisfaction, where the very notion of responsibility couldn’t reach even Talay, not now. For once, there was no schedule to disturb their dream. They could stay in bed all day if they wanted. After all, this wasn’t their bed. This wasn’t their room. They were in a hotel by the European coast, far removed from their daily obligations. Their only task was to enjoy their honeymoon. Talay wondered if Puen could feel his heart’s joyful bouncing as he recalled last night’s events. Since then, the man tangled up against him was no longer his fiancé. Finally, they were newlyweds.

That thought was enough to keep Talay in the embrace for… actually, he had no idea how long. Behind the curtain, the sun had risen higher. He might’ve dozed off again. Puen hadn’t moved, but he was awake. Those lips were working overtime.

“Puen,” Talay muttered into his hair.

“Mm?”

“What do you want for breakfast?”

Puen’s grip on him tightened ever so slightly. “You.”

“C’mon, I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Talay’s cheeks turned that colour he once loathed so much. God, this man’s libido. Although he had no room to talk; he couldn’t even recall how many times they’d made love last night. He remembered surprising even Puen with his enthusiasm. But it was a special occasion. It was fine. Puen definitely didn’t mind.

“There’s time for that later. I’m hungry.”

“I don’t mind if you eat, so long as I can keep holding you.”

“You need to eat too.”

“Then will you feed me?”

“Puen,” Talay chastised, but he grinned when those cheeky eyes met his own. Puen leaned in and Talay happily kissed him.

“Do you know how we used to count the time we were apart?” Puen asked after he pulled away.

Talay nodded. “Why? Do you still do that?”

“No.” Puen pushed him back so he could roll on top of him. His face was glowing. “I made a new counter. Now, I can count how long you’ve been my husband.”

Husband. Talay’s cheeks warmed again. He really and truly was this man’s husband. Talay felt like the luckiest man alive, but he knew Puen would argue the title belonged to him instead, like the lovable dork he was.

“And how many seconds have you counted so far?” he grinned. His hand had shifted from Puen’s hair to his neck.

“Not enough,” Puen simply said, and he threw the blanket over them both, blocking out that incessant sun as they locked lips once more.

IM DEAD IM DYING IVE NEVER BEEN MORE ALIVE I COULD KILL GOD I AM TRASCENDING THE MORTAL PLANE IM EMOTIONALLY SPIRITUALLY AND METAPHYSICALLY ON A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF EXISTENCE THIS IS THE SINGLE MOST PEACEFUL BEAUTIFUL JOYFUL IN CHARACTER PIECE OF WRITING I'VE EVER READ

“I made a new counter. Now, I can count how long you’ve been my husband.” LITERALLY THE MOST INSANE PARALLEL IM GOING THROUGH EVERY SINGLE TYPE OF HUMAN EMOTIONS I NEED TO GO TOUCH SOME GRASS AND BECOME ONE WITH THE EARTH TO COME DOWN FROM THE SHEER EUPHORIC UNHINGED RABID ENERGIES THIS ONE LINE GOT ME GOING ON I NEED A MENTAL HEALTH INTERVENTION TEAM TO SEDATE ME RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY

[aromantic-eight]

Rolling in 15 minutes late to pinned posts. Here will be my custom fandom tags, because I am allergic to touching the main tags. Recent fandoms:

The Locked Tomb Series (f: the inherent eroticism of bones)

Gideon/Harrow (r: i wanted you to eat me)

Arknights (f: powered by apocalypse ore)

Gacha game sideblog: Theabysscomeshome

Other fandoms:

Bungo Stray Dogs (f: raise your hand if you’re NOT an orphan with a tragic past)

Honkai Impact 3rd (f: this is a story about love and it will end with love)

Genshin Impact (f: pay no attention to the gods behind the curtain)

Honkai Impact 3rd (f: this is a story about love and it will end with love) Avatar: The Last Airbender (f: it’s a new kind of world) Critical Role: Vox Machina (f: i’m just surprised that people like us) Daredevil (f: what about hope) Doctor Who (f: mind the plants) Dragon Age (f: smoke and mirrors) Elementary (f: connections) Fire Emblem (f: the sexy chess game)

    Three Houses (f: this is fine)

    Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn (f:angry birds)

Gravity Falls (f: trust no one) Harry Potter (f: within these ancient halls) High Rollers Aerois (f: at least they’re not cows) Juno Steel, Penumbra Podcast (f: and then they became space pirates) Legend of Korra (f: dorks try to save the world) Leverage (f: five bad band)

    Parker - ch: i didn’t even stab him

    Eliot/Hardison/Parker - dynamic: we change together

Marvel (f: how many ragnaroks is too many ragnaroks)

    Young Avengers (f: you have a supervillain on speed dial)

    Runaways (f: how do you hero again?)

    Loki - ch: i know what i’m doing

Norse Mythology (m: in the absence of goats) Pacific Rim (f: and then we built a giant robot) RWBY (f: it’s also a gun)     -Ruby - ch: it’s also a customizable high impact sniper rifle     -Ren - ch: please do nothing to the cook     -Nora - ch: thunder     -Taiyang - ch: buff marshmallow     -Raven - ch: run     -Qrow - ch: bird.exe     -Summer - ch: sad but determined bedsheet     -Ironwood - ch: and you did your very best     -Oz/pin - ch: i’m sorry     -Oscar - ch: another one of his lives     -Cinder - ch: like hunger     -Salem - ch: this isn’t a threat     -RWBY - dynamic: girl’s night     -JNPR - dynamic: just hit em with the hammer     -JNR - dynamic: this is my family     -STRQ - dynamic: he’s good isn’t he     -Ruby/Penny - dynamic: you light up my life     -Oz/Salem - dynamic: amicable divorce     -Ironwood/Qrow - dynamic: some good     -Oz/Qrow - dynamic: i’m amazed that you ever loved me     -Ironwood/Oz - r: you have to trust me     -Ironwood/Oz/Qrow - r: call me maybe Second Citadel, Penumbra Podcast (f: paladin morality crisis) She-Ra (f: the power of love and stuff) Star Wars (f: where is your balance now) Stargate Atlantis (f: city of dreams (and nightmares)) Stargate SG-1 (f: the things I’ve heard sitting in this chair) Supernatural (f: pretty trash horror) The Magnus Archives (f: avatar the last fearbender)     -Jo(h)n Sims - ch: the h is silent     -Martin - ch: if we were all happy that wouldn’t actually be the end of the world     -Tim - ch: rating the institute 0 on yelp     -Gertrude - ch: cackling     -Elias - ch: immortality never ends badly for anyone     -Peter - ch: leave me alone     -Jared - ch: they’re all my favorite     -Jon/Martin - r: sometimes romance is getting some goddamned rest The Mechanisms (f: gotta say i’m in the mood for violence) Welcome to Night Vale (f: [muffled sound of reality breaking]) White Collar (f: communication is the cornerstone of a healthy relationship)

[crying-pan420]

Part 6...

here we go again

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Calypso: I dropped Alex.

Isabella: Calypso, what the fuck.

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 Robin: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone.

Wren: And I need you to be less vague and weird.

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 Ire: You are an absolute fucking dork.

Sarah Marie, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork!

Ire: *sighs* Yeah, you're my dork.

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 Lemon: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?!

Isabella: ...

Lemon: Oh, right. The lying.

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 Amira: We wouldn’t last two minutes without Isabelle.

Amira:

Amira: Don’t tell them I said that.

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 Alex: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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 Paloma: I don’t mean to be rude—

Amira: Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often.

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 Arabella: Everyone, calm down! We're grown-ups, let's deal with this like adults!

Marcus: So, we're just going to wing it and hope for the best?

Arabella: Obviously. Now, Wren, pass the shovel.

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  Isaac: I'm bored.

Alex: Wanna commit first degree murder?

Isaac: Sure!

Amira, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Isabella down!!

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 Evi: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

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 Evi: *speaking Spanish*

Lemon: I know, I know.

Marcus: You speak Spanish?

Lemon: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Evi speaks.

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 Diego: *speaking Spanish*

Amira: I know, I know.

Emmy: You speak Spanish?

Amira: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Diego speaks.

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 Carrie: What the fuck is wrong with you??

Arabella: What? No good morning?

Carrie: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??

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 Robin: Isabelle is playing hard to get.

Robin: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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 Amira: Have I ever told you that you cook well?

Calypso: Awww, no, you haven't!

Amira: So why do you keep cooking?

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 Aria, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

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 Evi: Die.

Isabelle: Please don't die!

Evi: DIE!

Isabelle: PLEASE DON'T DIE!

Isaac, confused: Why are they yelling at a plant?

Emmy, watching while eating popcorn: They bought it together and Isabelle wants Evi to accept it as their kid.

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 Arabella: I’m totally useless.

Wren: You’re not totally useless.

Wren: You can be used as a bad example.

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 Aria: You believe me?

Arabella: Aria, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

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Evi: Oh, hey, I didn’t see you come in! You should have come by and said hello!

Lemon: Oh! Yeah, I uh...

Lemon: Didn’t want to bother you.

Lemon: Or talk to or listen to or be around you.

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[gucciwins]

Angie imagine.

Being married to Harry and and having a daughter. U 3 r having a little picnic in ur garden in ur London house (or anywhere). These is cloth spread on the grass and U and Harry laying on it , with a picnic basket at ur side , eating or drinking something. And watching ur daughter playing around and trying to catch a butterfly. And he just turn towards u and smile with heart eyes and leans to kiss u and says I LOVE YOU. And ur daughter will com running to u saying mummy , daddy. And she side in middle of u both and u three sit there and talk and listen to her little words. And u watch ur husband and daughter playing around.

Uhg . What a life. ANGIEEEE.

here's a little something because I loved this so much 💜💜💜💜

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These were your favorite days when the sun shined bright in London, and your darling Juniper would ask to go to the park.

The terrible twos were long behind you as you celebrated your little girl's birthday with all her favorite people a month ago. It was 'The Corpse Bride' themed because she caught Gemma watching one night while babysitting for you, and your little girl fell in love with the dancing skeletons. Harry and you could recite the entire script at this point, but anything to see your angel happy. 

Sunny days were rare and few here, but each one was made special. Harry would do anything either of you asked, doing everything in his power to bring you happiness. This is why you were on your way to the park, Harry holding a basket with small flowers decorating the outside that Sarah had gifted you when she found out you were pregnant. It came with you to your park trips filled with your favorite snacks and drinks. 

It was a short walk to the park right by your home, Juniper holding tightly to your hand as she tried her best to match your steps. Before you knew it, you had arrived at a secluded section of the park full of little flowers and a shady spot under a large tree. 

A perfect spot to spend your day.

Juniper quickly reached for a corner of the blanket Harry was holding out for you to take, wanting to be helpful.

"On the count of three, alright, Junie," Harry tells her proudly. She's always quick to lend a helping hand at a young age. 

"Three, Daddy."

"One…two…three."  

Juniper's laugh rings out loud as Harry flies the blanket high before resting it on the grass, where Junie is quick to lay down. You slip off your sandals and join your daughter, who happily lays there looking up at the few clouds scattered in the sky. 

"What do you see, Junie?" You ask, brushing back her curls that she did not want you or Harry to brush today. 

"Monkey." 

"What?" Harry gasps. "Show me." 

Juniper raises a small hand pointing to the edge of the cloud where it curls, stating that it's the tail. 

"You've got a big imagination, Junie baby."

"I know." 

She stands up, wanting to run around and play, soaking in the sun. You were glad you put sunscreen on her before you left the house. 

"You're amazing, you know," Harry tells you. 

You feel your face flush, "what brought this on?"

Harry shrugs, "nothing figured I should tell you. You deserve to be constantly reminded, and it's my job to do so." 

"How'd I get so lucky," you tell him, reaching over and planting a soft kiss on his lips, knowing you couldn't give him more, not when you had to keep an eye on your daughter. 

"I'm the lucky one," he kisses again and again until you're lying on the blanket, Harry hovering over you, giving you kisses wherever he can until you're laughing at how he playfully bites your neck when you shove him off.

"Dork." 

"Your dork." 

Harry pulls you to lay on his chest as you both watch out for Juniper, who's chasing a butterfly, laughing as it always stays out of her reach. 

Your daughter's laughter fills you with happiness, and you're thankful for where you are in life with a loving and supportive family. 

"Mumma," Juniper calls for you as she sits in front of you.

"Yes, June bug?" 

"I love you." 

You feel your heart grow at your daughters, sweet words. There is no one you'll love more besides the man by your side that helped you create this perfect angel. 

"I love you, Juniper. You're my entire world." 

She giggles, letting you shower her in kisses as Harry watches in amusement, the happiness leaking from his eyes through tears because he can't believe this is his life. That he has a wife who loves him like he loves her and a baby girl could not be more perfect. 

"More than Daddy?" 

You giggle at your little girl's comment, Harry's eyes widening in surprise, knowing the answer because it was the same for him. You were his entire universe. You still were because without you, he wouldn't have gotten Juniper, your little mini twin. 

You had told him throughout your pregnancy that you hoped she looked like him, but all she got from him were his green eyes, and everything else was all you. Harry was elated when he first held her and saw all his favorite features of you on their little girl. 

Now she's growing up to be the most beautiful little lady. 

"Course more than me. Mummy loves you more than me. I'm good at being second place." 

Juniper stares at him, raising her small hand to rest on his cheek. "Daddy second. Mummy and Junie first."

Harry could handle being second for the rest of his life. 

[montysstuffs]

Only You

Max x plus size!Fem reader

Request: —-and also to perhaps plant a seedling of an idea for a max x plus-size reader or just a slightly self conscious reader, feeling like max isn’t into them, and he very sweetly.. and then sexily tells them otherwise. Body worship ? Teeth rotting fluff? Perhaps even angst with the others - did someone plan the exposure of the crush during a truth or dare?…. Sweet, but spicy smut? (I personally never took max as such a kinky boy as your head canons suggest, but I’m not against it either, max can have whatever he wants from me, even if the sweet dork is for ‘outside the bedroom.’ Aha!

And: hi! i love max from the quarry, but because he doesn’t really have much screen time it’s really hard to find stories for him, i was wondering if you could do a fic with him, and i’m personally a sucker for friends to lovers, but honestly i’ll take anything :)) Thank you! :) <3

Warnings: fluff, mentions of weight, friends to lovers (not sure if that needs to be a warning but why not), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

AN: I completed writing this and totally forgot the body worship 😭😭 I am so so sorry! I kinda wanted to combine both of these, so this was the outcome! Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it. Ily💕 and I’m back from my extremely long hiatus. 💕

“Remember how I said that I would come pick you up in an emergency? We’ll the person you’re on a date with sucking is not an emergency.”

You roll your eyes over at the grinning boy as he starts his car back up. “Yeah, well, are you saying you don’t wanna be there for me.” He chuckles once again at the accusation, “No no no. All I’m saying is that there’s a bit of a trend. What was wrong with this one?” You scoff to yourself as you lean your cheek onto your hand with your arm against the door, “cheap.” Max hums in understanding. Holding back a small smirk. You can already feel the laughter coming on, feeling the need to elaborate, “but he was like…cheap…cheap. Like he told me what I could and couldn’t eat.” Max cringed at the thought of that, “yikes.” You chuckle at him, “you’re telling me. I’m just tired of dating shitty guys. Oh and get this-“

“Hmm?” He smiles to himself, mentally preparing for some absolute bullshit.

“-he suggested the salad to me. So not only was he extremely cheap, but he offered the salad. Like what exactly are you trying to say?” Max is taken aback

“Yeah, you absolutely deserve better. But if you’re hanging around all these trashy men all the time, what do you-“

“Wooooow! Trashy?”

“Are they not trashy?” Max glances over at you with a lifted eyebrow. Your playful demeanor fading at the comment.

He looks over at you, but only for a moment. Seeing your smile fade was the worst thing he could’ve ever seen. It was like if someone had plucked the moon and stars from out of the sky. Your sweet smile illuminated everything for him.

He clears his throat attempting to change the subject into something less personal. “Umm, Laura and the others are having a little party tonight if you wanna come,” he places a hand on your thigh to break the tension. You stand firm in your silence. Sinking deeper into the seat as the soft music plays. Trees and familiar buildings pass you by on your way to the location. It wasn’t like you were angry with max. It’s just that dating was a bit of a sensitive topic. Meeting new people with the intention or expectation of a relationship was a bit draining. None of them had ever been as gentle and warm-hearted as Max. He took your silence in stride. Chalking it up to you just being lost in thought.

The car came to a slow stop as you arrive at Laura’s place. You are greeted warmly right as you enter the front door of her home. Right off the rip, Kaitlyn knew something was off. There was a tension between you and max, that she could bite it. And that’s exactly what she intended to do. Rip that tension apart until you both bore everything to each other. It seems as though you two were the only ones oblivious to the blossoming crushes you had on one another.

He knew from the first day he had met you at Hackett’s quarry through Abi. You were holding painting sessions with the children. You were so kind and gentle with the kids. Always telling them how wonderful they were doing when they were just doing their best. Something he would, himself, call a modern day Bob Ross. To which you just brushed off as him just being his regularly kind self.

Max wasn’t being the way he usually was at these gatherings. He seemed lost in thought as kaitlyn tried to catch up with him. She began to notice his short or unmotivated responses. She stops talking and follows his line of view. His eyes couldn't leave you as you giggled and took shots with Emma and Jacob. He quickly averts his eyes as you feel his daggers digging deep into you,

“What’s up with you two?” She gasps to herself as she connects the dots, “you’re fighting aren’t you? A little lovers quarrel, huh?” Kaitlyn wiggles her eyebrows and nudges Max. “W-what? No, I’m honestly not sure why she’s avoiding me.” Kaitlyn doesnt give Max a moment more to speak before she had already devised her plan.

As usual, the gang gathers around to play another game and bond. It hinestly seems like you learn something new about everyone each time. Laura turns her head to whisper something to max, eliciting a hearty laugh from him as everyone finishes shuffling around.

"A;right, nerds. We're gonna play truth or dare. And lets cut to the chase, I wanna know some juicy shit about you guys," Kaitlyn says that as though she hasnt heard every bed creak, secret randevous, or fleeting glance everyone in the group has shared.

“I'll go first. I dare Max and (y/n) to spend at least 10 minutes alone in the guest room," she triumphantly smirks to herself as Max stands. He reaches out his hand to help you up off of the couch, to which you decline.

There were wails, shouts, and whistles going around as you both close the door behind you. Laura coming up behind you both to lock the door. “What they won’t know won’t kill ‘em.”

“So, you ready to talk to me?” The shrug of your shoulders was a bit off putting for him, as he was used to your happy nature. “What was it I said that upset you? The silence is killing me,” it truly was. It was clawing through his chest to just confess already. But it wasn’t about him right now. It was about you and your feelings.

He waits a few moments of you avoiding eye contact with him. He knew exactly what would help. Max smiles brightly at you with outreaches arms, “bring it in!” He took pride in giving the warmest bear hugs. You knew that if he hugged you, it was over with. All emotion would melt away.

“Max, please. I'm not in the mood right now"

"Why are you so mad at me?"

"I'm upset because you're upset. And don't even say you're not, because you're faking it. You're upset for literally no reason.

“No no no I’m upset because I care about you,” he lowered his shoulders in realization. All this time he was keeping it to himself. Ever fond memory he had of you had come swarming back to him. From the day he met you, up to right now. Even during a fight, he wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms and hold you.

“Listen to me, you deserve to feel happy and beautiful and loved. And I think I can do that for you.” You were shocked, dare i say, dumbfounded. Where had this been coming from? He had showed little to no interest in you, from what you could tell. You just assumed that he was just being nice. Just your best friend. You scoff, surprised, as you gently sit on the bed. Nodding your head at him to continue what he was saying.

“I just think I could-," his heart is beating out of his chest. Its so fast and so loud, he was pretty sure you could almost hear it as well. It began to radiate up to the pulse in his neck. His emotions already beginning to suffocate him. He took a moment to inhale the stagnant silence that swelled as you waited for him to continue speaking.

“Recently when you came to me after you broke up with your ex and when you were crying in my car and I held you, it just made me feel-,"his face turned up in disgust as he was reminded of the times your makeup was running. He remembered it all. All of the ruined hoodies from said makeup when he hugged you. Everything.

“I just never want you to feel that way again.”

All you could do was nod in understanding. Truthfully, you were still in the beginning stages of processing his ramblings. But the images of Max and Laura together flooded your mind. They had always been inseparable. Of course, until you came along. But even still, you say the smiles and hand holding that they shared together. "That's bullshit," you scoff under your breath as you lower your eyes to the ground. "I'm not even your type. And don't say you don't have a type. you always say that and it's always a lie. Just look at Laura!”

“What about Laura?”

“She’s…”

“She’s what?”

“…perfect”

“But she’s not you.”

“Whatever, if you’re so upset why don’t you do something abo-“

Before you could complete your thought, Max was already crowding your space. You weren't even sure when he had gotten that close. Max held a small smirk for him on his lips. He leaned in and ran his hands through the back of your head. His hand snakes its way to the back of your neck as he gave you a very not-so-platonic kiss. His lips lingered a little longer than they should have on yours. He slightly opened up his mouth just a little bit and let his tongue slip out and into your mouth. You surprise yourself by melting into the kiss, slightly. You smirked lightly into the kiss as you reciprocate

He deepens the kiss, leaning down to help hook your legs around his waist. You give a surprised whimper I’m the kiss. Max gives a cheeky smile back at you, “what? Scared of weights?” His large hands palmed the bottom of your ass as he walks you both to the edge of the guest bed. “Uhh, yes actually. I am,” you smile yay him before going back for another kiss. His hardship were digging and kneading into the soft fat of your thighs. He moans at how supple and full they are.

He knew your weight was a bit of a touchy subject, so he never wanted to pry. Though never noticed how you tugged and pulled on your cardigans and jackets; or how you wore uncomfortably clothing to hide your rolls. Then again, when he saw you, he saw just that. You. Not your weight or the little things you did to accommodate others. Just you and your radiant smile. It played both ways though. He had never made you feel uncomfortable or that you took up space or anything like that. You were comfortable to be your care-free self whenever you wanted.

Your panties were long discarded across the room somewhere, Max had his head buried in between your legs. He laid his tongue flat against your folds, licking upwards, he looked up at you through his long lashes. He had either his hands spreading your legs apart, “Taste so fucking good for me.” He growled down onto your pussy. He moved his head back and forth, the feeling of his tongue moving across your folds made you audibly moan, “Jesus, Max.” You rocked your hips against his mouth.

You arched your back, hoping to earn more feeling from his tongue. Max noticed this and begin to suck harshly on your clit, your fingers found their way into his hair lacing themselves into it. A mixture of saliva and your juices trail down his neck as he eats like a man starved.

"Please, please, please. Ride me until I can't think straight," his lust filled eyes added to the begging and pleading he was doing. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel beautiful. And what better way to do that than to have you ride him.

He looked so good under you. his messy hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he panted and grunted. "Louder, Max. Let me hear you," you raked your nails down his chiseled chest as you rode him. "No, there are people out th- fuuuuck," he throws his head back as you rock your hips back and forth. Grinding your aching clit against him. You stopped abruptly as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Letting you know that he was extremely close to cumming. So close, you could almost taste it. But can you blame him? You looked so good up there, taking everything you need from him. Of course he wants to give in. "Please, don't do this to me. You fucking tease," his arms snake around your waist. He pulls you forward, your breasts now flush against his face. "Let me hear you, now," He takes one nipple into his mouth. One of his hands kneading and massaging the other breast as he fucks up into you. His cock prodding at that sensitive area inside you.

Max smacks your ass once before motioning to switch positions.

"Fucking gorgeous, angel," he moans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving a love bite there. He's becoming dizzy, one hand on your hip to steady you and the other gently placed onto your neck. He lifts your chin to give him more access to your neck. His tongue drags along up your neck and next to your ear. His husky voice clouds your brain as he grunts in a low tone, "Please cum for me, pretty girl." Your cunt gushes around his cock. He captures your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss as your velvet wall milk him. His orgasm follows closely after yours. He sits up, placing your hands over your head. His fingers interlock into yours, "Let me see you." His hips rut into yours as you both ride out your orgasms together.

Max collapses onto your chest with his fingers still intertwined in yours. He puts his head in the crook of your neck once more and inhales. You both share a small giggle as you catch your breathe. "They planned this didn't they."

"Obviously."

He lifts his head to look down at you. Noses, brushing against each other, there was nothing else that mattered. "I love you," Max holds his breath. Hoping that it wasn't too soon. "I know," you card your fingers through his hair.

The creaking of the door sends everyone scurrying back to their seats as you both exit the room. Hickeys, lipstick stains, and all.

“Sorry for locking the door on you guys.”

“You locked the door?”

“No!”

[polyghostfacehours]

i’m so happy to meet people who like this AND are active you make my day also stu and billy showing randy how to fuck by fucking reader in front of him just a thought just a little request love u

HAHA I LOVE THIS IDEA LOL. Wasn't planning on posting a drabble today, but I couldn't resist. Hope you like!

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TW: NSFW. GN!afab!Reader. Cucking. Stu being a douche lol. "Teahing" in quotations.

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Lesson Plans - Stu Macher x GN!afab!Reader. Implied Randy Meeks x GN!afab!Reader

Randy felt like his world was simultaneously ending and opening up to him at once.

Watching this, watching you, watching Stu... it all felt like trying to focus on a fixed point in the distance while fireworks exploded around him. He couldn't get harder if he tried, and it's a realization that had him cursing under his breath in both arousal and shame.

"Fuuuck dude. I had no idea you were squandering this kinda blessing, man." Stu half gasped, half laughed as he continued rutting into your trembling frame.

You look up at him, eyes barely focusing and tongue practically lolling out, before you lock onto his blown-out blues. The grin he shoots back down at you has you shivering. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

"This is supposed to be a lesson Stu-pid." Randy gritted out, the sudden sound of his voice earning back your attention. Stu chuckles and gives a particularly deep thrust that had you gasping out.

"Yeah, yeah I know, man. But, like, it's just-" He catches his bottom lip on his canine as his pace picks up, his eyes not leaving you for a second. "How do I teach you to be a good lay? Just eat 'em out, let 'em cum, put it in, find the angle - BAM!" He punctuates the last expletive with a well-angled thrust, his left leg lifting up to plant his foot on the bed to lean into you to drive home. "Waterworks!" he chuckles.

If those words had come from any other frat-boy, surfer dude wannabe you'd be rolling your eyes straight into your skull. Yet, despite the clear clown genes jumping out, you had to admit, Stu did know what he was doing.

"Hey!" Randy barked out, shifting and sitting up in his chair. "This isn't a free fuck session dork. Show me what you're doing." Randy's mounting frustration at Stu's clear apathy towards his end of the "deal" was showing, so you decide to shift your body towards your beau, moving your hands down to rub at your engorged clit.

"H-here. This is the angle R-R-Randy!" You practically pant like a dog as you try and give him a good view of the position you and Stu are in. Stu ignores this clear play at you re-including Randy and cuts in obnoxiously.

"Oh fuuuck yeah, baby. Love when you touch yourself. Love seeing that and feelin' you clench. How 'bout...this!"

Stu adjusted himself once again, somehow hitting your swollen insides at an even better angle than before. Over and over pleasure wracks your body. But the real boon was Stu's large hand slapping your own hand away as he took over rubbing your clit, nearly mimicking your movements from earlier to a T. It felt amazing. You could say a lot about Stu, but he was surprisingly observant.

"This is how ya do it Rand." The blond's voice dips down a few octaves, sounding almost gravelly or predatory, and you gulp when you realize he still had his eyes locked on your face as he says it.

Your head falls back, and you're unable to even look at Randy anymore. Shame would've crept up on you if you weren't six seconds from tipping over the edge and cumming around Stu's large pistoning cock. When you do hit your end, what comes out of your mouth is a warped portmanteau of their names, something you know Randy would pay you back for deliciously tenfold later.

Your head lolls over tiredly, looking over towards Randy as Stu pulls out and jerks himself on your stomach with a hiss and slew of compliments. To your surprise, Randy doesn't look nearly as mad as you thought he would. Maybe it was the white ribbons of cum coating his bare chest or the fucked out expression on his face that made him look less upset than he probably was.

You lock eyes with him. Stu's saying something, going on and on about how fucking hot you were and how you were tighter than any of his exes before yada yada. You weren't listening. Your focus was on your man, one who you knew would be more than eager to replicate Stu's technique later. You almost lick your lips at the thought.

"- oh and MAN, Billy would love ya Y/N. He thinks you're hot anyway. Hey Ray, we should totally get him in on-"

"NO."

[dulcetscen]

Pls ignore me as I fall back into a knb spiral with Kagami literally being the death of me. Just quick headcanons from a random prompt list I stumbled upon. This is also the first time I’ve written anything in nearly two years, so forgive me if it’s a bit rough around the edges. 🤍 miss you guys and writing sm!

Kagami Taiga

Kissing you

When you first start dating, Kagami is such a dork when it comes to pda and even affection in private. He’s such a bundle of nerves when he wants to kiss you for the first time, glancing over at you while fidgeting, trying to figure out when the *perfect* moment would be.

“Is something wrong Kagami?”

“Huh? No! I - I thought you said something, is all.” (You didn’t, of course)

It’s so cute though, and you relish in him mentally freaking out until finally when he’s walking you home and you’re about to part ways and you plant a ghost of a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you for walking me home, I’ll see you-“ only to be cut off by him planting a hurried kiss fully onto your lips.

“Sorry… I’ve been wanting to do that all day…”

Asking you out

Seeing as his first kiss with you was preceded with panic and ending up being as spontaneous as he could’ve made it, Kagami would likely ask you out out of the blue as well. Especially if the rest of the team knew he had a crush on you way before he himself did. Their constant teasing whenever you’d come around would eventually wear away at his nerves to where he couldn’t take it anymore.

He’d likely ask you abruptly and in front of everyone, a blushing mess as he looked away from you.

“Go out with me… please?”

Getting protective over you

It’s a bad day for whoever decides to mess with you, even before you and Kagami started dating. Even with him working on his temper, there’s no holding it back when he sees someone bothering you in any way.

A lot of picking guys up by the back of their collars as he towered over them, somehow seeming to grow a few inches taller in that moment.

Just looking at someone with that fire in his eyes is enough to send them off cowering, but the few times that they don’t get the hint, he isn’t afraid to exchange a few words and fists to get the point across.

“Who do you think you are? Other than some asshole who’s gonna get whats coming to him.”

Making you breakfast

Kagami is so used to cooking just for himself, that getting to cook for someone else - especially you - is something he values so much. He loves watching you slowly wake up to the aroma of the dishes he laid out in front of you, smiling as he watches you smile to yourself, enjoying the love that he obviously poured into each dish.

“You like it?”

“I love it Kagami, thank you~”

“S-stupid, don’t talk with your mouth full…”

Cue Kagami mentally swooning, acts of service is his main love language, but words of appreciation is a very close second

Inviting you to an event

Kagami loves knowing that you’re in the bleachers watching him play. He’s such a nervous wreck with everything else when it comes to your relationship, but when it comes to you + basketball, there isn’t a better combo for him. He’s a lot more of a show off on the court, making sure to be the loudest and the fastest so you keep your eye only on him. But he swears that he’s able to hear your cheer for him over the roar of the crowd around you.

He’s so proud when he meets you in the halls after a victory too, although once the cocky player is now again your easily embarrassed boyfriend.

“I knew you’d win Kagami, it’s almost as if I’m your lucky charm.”

“Oh shut up…” Even though he agrees 100%

Taking care of you when you’re sick

Honestly, he’s a bit clueless at first. Since he’s only ever had to take care of himself, and he usually pushes through whatever sickness he has, he’s not 100% sure how to nurse someone back to health. He hates seeing you miserable though, and makes it clear that he doesn’t want you lifting a finger until you’re better.

“Stop, I’ll get you something to eat. Just go back to bed.”

“Where are you going? You’re sick, go back to sleep.”

“C-come here. We can cuddle since you say it’ll make you feel better.” (He definitely suggested it for himself but it should help you get better, right?)

[khalixascorner]

Please write a fic combining SIM, Mafia and ABO. Maybe with an Alpha mob member Tony who wants to court Omega Peter who is the mob boss’ child and Tony has to impress the boss enough that he’ll allow the courting which in effect would make Tony the next boss. So Tony invents extremis and becomes SIM, which impresses Peter’s sure enough to allow the courting and include much fluff. Or anything inspiration grants you with those three tropes combined! Thanks!

Ok, phew, this kinda exploded on me so this is only 1/4 but I think I got all of it in there. I took a slightly different twist but I hope you enjoy it.

Judge Me Worthy

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Tags: Starker, Peter Parker/Tony Stark, ABO, Mafia Tony, SIM Tony, Richard Parker's bad parenting, offscreen violence, dorks in love, love at first sight, Mafia AU, Italian Tony, no smut, just lots of fluff, tumblr ask, courtship rituals, proud alpha Tony

Tony had been enchanted the first time he saw Peter. The small omega had been sneaking around at a tech conference he was attending to help promote his new company. His father had always been short sighted with family business, and Tony was determined to pull them into the modern era as legal weapons dealers. He had all of the designs they needed and the money to build the manufacturing plants. Now all he needed was contracts, hence the booth.

However, before he could approach the omega properly, the boy’s parent appeared, dragging him away unceremoniously. Part of Tony wanted to go rip the kid away from the asshole, because the clearly beta father wasn’t being kind at all as he chewed out the young omega, but Tony had a booth to run and business to gain.

**********************

He saw the omega again later when he finally had Rhodey cover for him so he could scope out the competition. Parker R&D Group was hosting a big booth to boast about their latest innovations in gene therapy and cross species genetics. It wasn’t really Tony’s specialty, and he was planning to ignore it until he spotted the small omega sitting tucked at the back of the booth.

With a grin, Tony ducked in and made his way over.

“Hey kid, you don’t look like you’re having much fun,” Tony said. “Want to bust out and get a bite to eat with me?”

“I’m not a kid,” the omega muttered. “I’m already 18, I’m just small because I’m an omega.”

“Fine, not a kid, you want to get food or no?”

The kid took a minute to look him over carefully, eyes cautious and appraising.

“Not really supposed to go with strange alphas,” the omega muttered.

“My name’s Tony Stark, I’m launching Stark Industries which focuses on military applications of high grade tech, which is why I’m here,” Tony said blandly. “You passed my booth earlier and I was going to say hi but your guardian dragged you off rather rudely. There, now we’re not strangers.”

The omega snorted but slid off his stool.

“I’m Peter, Peter Parker,” the omega said. “I love science and tech but my father thinks omegas are too fragile to be out in the world without a protector so he won’t let me go to college to further my research. I saw you earlier too.”

The last bit is said with a blush, and Tony grinned.

“Well then, Mr. Parker, shall we?” Tony gestured away and Peter nodded, stepping forward and not complaining when Tony put himself a half step behind Peter. It was perhaps a little old fashioned, but it warded off any weird stares as Tony essentially declared himself Peter’s protection.

“I only have another hour and a half before father gets back from his panel,” Peter warned, but that was fine with Tony. An hour and a half was plenty of time to learn more about his omega.

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They found a restaurant nearby and started to trade stories. Everything from terrible parents anecdotes to science loves, and by the end, Tony knew Peter was the one for him. Peter seemed just as head over heels, leaning into him as they walked back to his father’s booth and letting Tony spread his scent over him. However, their little bubble of happiness soured as soon as Richard saw them.

The man took one look at Tony, realized he was an alpha, and then decided he was a useless knot head that couldn’t possibly be good enough for his precious fragile omega son. Peter had tried to argue, but Richard just shushed him like a child.

Tony fought down his irritation and instead smiled.

“How about a challenge of sorts?” Tony asked congenially. “It’s traditional after all.”

“As if I would waste my time trying to duke it out with an alpha, even one as short as you,” Richard retorted, but Tony pressed.

“Make it a challenge of the brain then,” Tony said, fighting down his grin. “You accused me of being nothing but a sex crazed alpha after all.”

“Fine,” Richard conceded. “But if you’re wanting to impress me, it’s going to need to be better than something that just goes boom.”

“Something impressive that doesn’t go boom,” Tony said, a project they had recently acquired coming to mind already. “I can do that.”

Tony wished he could have said something more to Peter, but alpha challenges were to be taken seriously even when the challenger was a beta, so he nodded and stalked off, already planning on how to take Maya and Adrian’s little pet project to the next level.

[argentconflagration]

Wishlist!

My surgery is the 19th (a week from tomorrow)! I don't expect anything from anyone, but I definitely would be really happy to get well-wishes on my recovery! And for anyone who wants to get me something, I have put together this wishlist for your convenience. I will reiterate again that I am not expecting anything from anyone! That said, the remainder of this post will be incredibly self-indulgent on my part. You have been warned.

Physical things:

A puzzle. Preferably pretty! You know the things I like: bright colors, math, cats, space, red, plants, etc.

Earphones, if you can find the kind that aren't the little buds in the ear that for some godforsaken reason make up 99% of earphones these days.

Sweets. Here are some things I like: chocolate, cheesecake, ice cream, fruit. However, I am easily overwhelmed by large quantities of sweets so absolutely no need to go overboard on quantity. Also, I probably won't want to eat until ~5 days after the surgery.

Fic:

Homestuck:

My shipping wall is here.

I would love fic focusing on a pale couple, particularly one of the ones below. In general I like fics that put the romance in pale romance, with longing and fluttery feelings and worrying over small gestures--just no makeouts or sex.

Sollux<>Terezi!! The OTP!! I'm love them. Things I like about this ship include: They each have such high expectations of themself, and find it hard to let go of their perceived responsibilities to relax and attend to their own needs. Sollux in particular I see as really awful at taking care of himself (regularly eating, sleeping, showering), but we've seen that Terezi is capable of self-destructive spiraling as well. They each tend to see themselves as responsible for things that aren't their fault, and I think they'd each find it much easier to take care of the other than themself. Conversely, they have a lot of trust in each other's competence--when the chips are down, there's no one they trust more to have their back. I also really enjoy the childhood-friends-to-moirails aspect of the ship, how deeply they know each other, and watching them be incredibly inept at addressing their feelings despite their competence in other areas. They banter a lot, which is fun in its own right, and I also love watching them banter to avoid addressing their feelings for each other (which they inevitably end up having to face).

John|June<>Vriska - Things I like about this ship include: John being able to talk Vriska through her problems in a way that the other people in her life can't, because he has some distance from them. I think it was already a sign of Vriska's character growth that she was able to admit to John both that she killed Tavros and that she was having mixed feelings about it, and I am more interested in seeing Vriska get to make a fresh start through bonding with someone who wasn't involved in her previous history than trying to seek forgiveness from people she's personally hurt. I want to see her be able to grow as a person. And on John's side, I just think it would absolutely rule for him to have a badass who is 8000% ride-or-die, "my moirail deserves the best", in his corner. And, I'm not normally one for post-canon content (frankly even the back half of act 6 is on thin ice), but I loved this post and would be interested to see something building off it. Specifically going with the angle that trolls don't have much of a concept of coercive gender assignment, compared to us, and Vriska being totally comfortable with her transness and able to help June through her process of discovery, while still being super traumatized by stuff that June is able to help her through from her own perspective.

Kanaya<>Karkat - Things I like about this ship include: Them relying on each other / retreating to each other in times of great distress. Kanaya being attracted to dangerous situations, and Karkat grounding her and being her voice of reason. Them being dorks over their trashy romance novels together, and having long, involved discussions about why the characters are perfect for each other. Kanaya feeding from Karkat, and the trust that demonstrates.

Folykl<>Kuprum - I have a headcanon post for them here. Things I like about this ship include: The fact that they are gross and awful people who genuinely love each other. They're crass, they're mutually (and consensually) assholes to each other, they really do love each other.

The Locked Tomb:

Camilla<>Palamedes (as a crossover, or as some variety of queerplatonic relationship) - I like their utter devotion to each other and utter trust in each other's competence. I will have read Nona the Ninth and will be interested in stuff that builds off the Calamedes relationship development from that book.

Gideon/Harrow/Alecto - Harrow has two hands! Obviously there are a lot of different ways you could take the Alecto characterization, but I guess my headcanon for now is that she finds things like kissing and sex totally incomprehensible, is probably neurodivergent in the extreme, but she absolutely does love Harrow enough to haunt her and protect her however she can. And maybe that's something Gideon can come to respect or even love. Mostly I just want to see them all together in any way.

Locked Tomb / Homestuck crossover:

There is currently ONE crossover between TLT and HS on AO3, and I think that's a tragedy. Here are some things I'd like to see:

Locked Tomb characters as trolls so that they can have quadrants: Gideon♠️ Harrow, Camilla♦️Palamedes, Augustine♠️ Mercymorn (edited bc tumblr stole my quadrant symbols D:<)

Homestuck characters going through the Lyctoral trials at Canaan House. I just think it'd be a fun concept. Pair them up. Traumatize them in new and exciting ways. Fuck, I just thought of Terezi and Sollux as necro and cav, and now my heart is doing things.

Art:

I have this image in my head of Tavros, still paralyzed, on a climbing wall, able to make it to the top with just his arms. Maybe he has one hand on the top of the wall and the other hand in a fist pump, and he's just so genuinely happy.

Thank you again for reading all this!

[luvdsc]

doing the bf tag with my bf.

hey, siri, does bf stand for best friend or boyfriend? (or both?)

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au word count :: 4,691 words warnings :: none playlist :: mean it (lauv & lany) ⋆ always, i’ll care (jeremy zucker) ⋆ fearless (taylor swift) ⋆ fingers crossed (coin) ⋆ cardiac arrest (bad suns) author’s note :: this fic is a tiny bit different than my usual writing because i emphasize more on dialogue than description in order to mimic a youtube video. happy birthday to this absolute darling angel! you have the biggest heart in the universe, and thank you for sharing so much of it with the world ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

Your subscribers have always wondered if you would do this type of video countless of times, and you never thought you’d ever actually record one due to the state of your love life (or lack thereof), yet here you are.

Unfortunately, the romantic department of your life still remains very much empty though. But lucky for you, so is your best friend’s. And that pretty much works out perfectly because he could stand in for your nonexistent boyfriend in order to complete the popular GF/BF tag (along with a hidden challenge that was popular by demand and personally requested by a certain friend with a flair for baking. Now if only the frantic butterflies in your stomach would settle down just enough for you to do it).

After all, BF could stand for either boyfriend or best friend, right?

It’s also no secret that yours and Jaemin’s subscribers shipped you two together either. Heck, you may be a little delusional as well because you ship yourself with your best friend, too. Blame the massive crush you’ve been secretly harboring. But two best friends sharing an apartment and frequently appearing in videos on each of your respective channels? In the eyes of your fans, that’s basically the perfect setup for a modern day love story.

It would 100% be the greatest love story since Kat and Patrick in 10 Things I Hate About You, but at this point in your life, your story is going to be marked down as a tragedy. You feel even more hopeless and dramatic than Romeo was about his unrequited love for Rosaline. Also, that dude got over her way too quickly at the sight of another pretty girl. You wish that would happen for you, too, but your heart is much too stubborn over Jaemin.

When you had asked him if he would do the video with you, Jaemin immediately agreed much to your initial surprise. The publicity would be good though, you surmise later on, and both our fan bases would grow, so of course, he would agree. It’s not like your best friend liked you back. That would be absolutely absurd.

“Are you ready?” Jaemin speaks up, breaking your train of thought, and you’re slightly startled. He plops down in the plush pink rolling chair next to you, the chair moving back a few inches. He scooches it closer to your own chair, buzzing with excitement. You smile at your best friend, pushing down the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You nod before reaching forward and pressing the record button on the camera set up in front of you. You pull up the list of questions on your phone.

“Yeah, let's do this.”

How did we meet?

“Oh, this is an easy question,” Jaemin says, flashing his award winning smile at the camera before he throws his arm around you happily, hugging you affectionately. “It was freshman year. You ran into me. Literally. We were in the same class, and it just ended. You were trying to shove your textbook into your bag and didn’t notice where you were walking until you face-planted into my back.”

The memory is still fresh in your mind, and you remember how you had already resigned yourself to your fate of becoming good friends with the floor. But Lady Luck was on your side for once, and she sent an angel in the form of Na Jaemin to save you from embarrassment on your first day of university.

“Yeah, I almost fell flat on my butt, but luckily, Nana has great reflexes and when he turned around, he grabbed my arm before I hit the ground,” you add on, still squished into his side. He beams, eyes crinkling into half moon crescents before placing a kiss on your cheek and turning back to the camera.

Your heart skips a beat, but you ignore it. Jaemin has always been affectionate, and kisses were all in good fun. You continue on, plastering a nonchalant smile on your face. “And he said, ‘Looks like you just fell for me.’ And then he insisted that we get lunch together.”

“And the rest is history!” he exclaims happily, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You smile fondly before going onto the next question.

Where was our first date?

“The dining hall immediately after you ran into me.”

“That wasn’t a date,” you interject. “We can skip this question since we aren’t dating.”

Jaemin shrugs, waiting for you to read the next question. He murmurs faintly under his breath, “It was supposed to be one.”

We’re going out to eat, where are we going?

Jaemin answers immediately, leaning back in his chair. “The little pizza place down the block! They always make three different types of unique pizza everyday, and once they sell out, they close for the day.”

“We always go on Wednesday because they make both of our favorite pizzas then.” You chime in, and he nods enthusiastically, moving closer to the front and throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis. “They have corn and potato pizza that day!”

You wrinkle your nose slightly before leaning towards the camera. “To my subscribers, for the record, I assure you that I have better taste than that, and I love the artichoke pesto pizza with ricotta.”

What food do I dislike?

“... Corn and potato pizza,” he says reluctantly with a pout. “And kiwis. The outside is furry and creeps you out, and the fruit makes your tongue itch.”

You flash a thumbs up at the camera, and your best friend grins, puffing up his chest. Chuckling quietly, you shake your head before answering the question yourself. “And this dork absolutely hates anything strawberry flavored. And he’s lactose intolerant, so dairy is his enemy.”

“I love cheese, but cheese hates me,” he says mournfully, hanging his head down low before he jumps back up and reads the following question listed on your phone’s screen aloud.

Who is my best friend?

“Me!” Jaemin shouts gleefully, throwing his hands up in the air, and you can’t help but laugh, grinning widely at your best friend, a fond expression on your face.

“You.”

Am I a morning person or a night person?

“We’re both night people,” you say, and Jaemin nods in agreement. “You won’t catch either of us waking up before noon if we can’t help it, and we each have to set up like five alarms just to wake up.”

“It works out because we can stay up together watching movies or editing our videos,” he adds in, turning to you and smiling fondly. “And I always have a partner when I want to go on a midnight snack run to the convenience store nearby.”

Do we have a song? What is it?

“Jeremy Zucker’s Always, I’ll Care.”

“That’s our song?” You’re surprised. You were going to mention one of the go-to karaoke songs the two of you liked to belt out on the top of your lungs after a movie and wine night. Jaemin makes a great Sharpay Evans when you both want to bop to the top.

“It’s the song that reminds me of you,” he says, voice growing softer as he reaches the end of the sentence. Curse your heart for melting into a puddle. His cheeks turn pink under your gaze, and he becomes uncharacteristically shy, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Anyway, what’s the next question?”

What’s my nickname?

“Nana!” You reach out to poke his cheek, and he puffs them up before pouting at you. He reaches out and pinches your cheek.

“I call you ‘angel’ sometimes. It’s why your channel is called peachyangel.”

What's my weirdest habit?

“Jaemin eats way too much cilantro,” you state, swinging around side to side in your rolling chair.

“I do not!” he protests loudly, and you give him a blank stare. The two of you sit there in silence, not breaking eye contact until he finally relents.

“Okay, maybe I do. But you pour cereal before milk!”

“That’s not a weird habit!” You defend yourself. You are appalled at your best friend. Neither of you have ever woken up early enough for breakfast, so this has never come up before. If you would’ve known this in the past, maybe you wouldn’t be so ridiculously in love with him in the present.

“Yes, it is! Your cereal gets all soggy that way!”

“Only idiots pour their milk first!”

He clutches his heart dramatically. “Are you calling me an idiot?!”

“... So moving onto the next question—”

What do you think I’m talented at?

“Making people fall in love with you,” Jaemin blurts out, and your eyes widen at his answer as your grip on your phone loosens considerably.

“I—I mean, you’re just so approachable, and you’re kind to everyone. You care so much about everyone and everything. People feel comfortable around you, they always gravitate towards you, and you just— I don’t know, you make people feel loved,” he explains, unable to meet your eyes, and his cheeks darken. He fiddles around with the loose strand on his sweater sleeve.

Your heart swells ten times bigger and beats faster than ever. You wonder if Jaemin knows he has the same effect on everyone, too. You hope he does.

You wonder if he knows you’re in love with him and if he would love you back. You hope he does.

When was the first time you said “I love you”  to me?

“Uh, we can skip this one, too,” you say awkwardly, but he throws his arm around your shoulder again, hugging you tightly. “Nope, not skipping! I have the answer to this one!”

He grins toothily at the camera before pinching your cheek for a second time affectionately. “I said ‘I love you’ when you showed up at my dorm and brought me pop tarts at three in the morning after I accidentally drunk texted you, instead of Jeno. That’s when I knew you were a keeper.”

“I did that because I felt bad about throwing up on your shoes at the party we went to the weekend before that,” you mumble, face growing warm when you remember your best friend’s drunken confession a few years back. “Besides, you were drunk. It doesn’t count.”

“Okay, fine, but we say it to each other all the time. The second time I said it was when you brought me chicken nuggets, and I was hungover, but sober.” He says, spinning in his chair.

“I can see the pattern now. You say it when I bring you food,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest with a fake pout. “You love food, not me.”

“That’s not true!” he exclaims, halting mid spin and facing you. He turns your chair towards him, moving forward to clutch both of your hands in his, and stares directly into your eyes seriously. “I love you.”

You inaudibly gulp, helplessly gazing back at him as you feel your face begin to burn, your heart speeding up in your chest. Jaemin grins, leaning back and letting go of your hand. “See? I love you!”

“Y-yeah.” You swallow hard, fumbling over your words. “You love me.”

What is your favorite thing about me?

“Your laugh,” Jaemin replies honestly, reaching out and absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of your hand as he looks at you. “Hyuck told me the other day that whenever I try to do something funny or make a joke, I have a habit of turning towards you for your reaction. It makes me kinda proud that I can make you laugh.”

You know that you’re stupidly grinning like an absolute idiot at this point, but you don’t care. You even almost forget about the camera.

“Your smile,” you answer, maintaining eye contact with him. Your smile widens when you see one appear on his face, his eyes shining brightly. “You have the prettiest smile, and I’m grateful that I’m able to see it everyday or be the cause of it sometimes.”

What film always makes me cry?

“Oh, The Lion King.” Jaemin responds automatically. “We both cry our eyes out at the stampede moment and when Simba tells his dad to wake up.”

“When we saw the live action version together, we brought along a ton of tissues with us, and he used almost all of them.”

What drink do I always order?

“Jaemin is crazy and always gets a venti iced americano with no water and eight espresso shots. He used to drink it six times a day until I yelled at him about it,” you say, shaking your head at the camera before glancing over at your best friend. “It’s seriously bad for your health.”

His lips jut out into a pout as he whines, “You wouldn't let me cuddle with you until I changed it!”

“It was for your own good! Plus, that drink tasted like battery acid!” You exclaim, and he sulks quietly before begrudgingly agreeing. You pat his head in consolation, and he grabs your hand, naturally interlocking your fingers with his.

“I drink it less now and with only two and half shots.”

If I could, what candy could I eat all day long?

“Chocolate,” you blurt out immediately. “Jaemin is a chocolate fanatic. But he’ll take anything with sugar. He has such a sweet tooth. He eats brown sugar when he’s bored. Even his boba drink has 100% sugar.”

“It’s as sweet as you.” Jaemin winks at you exaggeratingly, and you roll your eyes, turning your face away slightly to hide the smile that begins to spread across your face.

“Y/N likes matcha green tea Kit Kats.” He leans closer to the camera, peering into the lens in a serious manner. “If any chocolate companies are watching this, we are both open to sponsorships.”

If I could live anywhere in the world, where would I live?

“Here,” Jaemin says confidently, beaming at you, “You’d want to live here with me. And I want to live here, too. Because this is the bestest place in the world.” He hesitates, faltering for a moment before searching your eyes. “Right?”

Who are you to say no to that?

You smile at him. “Right.”

What am I deathly afraid of?

“You’re afraid of spiders,” he announces, “You make me take care of all the spiders in the apartment.”

“Yeah, it’s the only reason I keep you around,” you say casually, and he gasps, insulted. You give him a cheeky smile. “I’m just kidding.”

He scowls at you, lips pulled into a frown. “You better be.”

What is the first thing that I do in the morning?

“Jaemin is never awake before I am,” you inform the camera, crossing your legs. “I have to wake him up first if we go anywhere.”

“Even if you don’t have to go to an event, you still wake up early to make sure I’m awake, so I won’t be late. So that’s what you do first thing in the morning: wake me up.” Jaemin nudges your leg. “You always come into my room as a blanket burrito with your comforter wrapped around you.”

“That’s because I have to face the treacherous cold to make sure you aren’t late to your events. But you still end up late anyway because you drag me down onto your bed and refuse to let me go until we lay there for twenty minutes,” you grumble, pulling up your legs onto your chair and wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Cuddling is a good way to conserve body heat and start the morning,” Jaemin states, waving his arms around to emphasize his point.

“Really? Do studies show that it’s beneficial to cuddle in the morning?”

“I don’t know.” Jaemin shrugs, making a noncommittal noise. He smiles at you, causing your stomach to do flip flops and your heart to do cartwheels. “But it makes me happy every morning, so I’d say that’s enough proof.”

Who usually wins our arguments?

“Y/N does,” Jaemin sighs heavily, leaning back against his chair in resignation. “You always win.”

“It’s true.” You nod, patting Jaemin’s arm consolingly. “It’s tough always being right, but someone has to do it.”

“You always pout, too, and I just give in because you’re too cute,” he says casually, and you freeze in your seat. Never mind the fact that he’s implying you’re wrong, Na Jaemin just called you cute.

Good thing this is caught on camera because this means you can secretly watch this multiple times in private. And also cringe over your awkward reaction, but let’s not talk about that right now because once again, Jaemin just called you cute. You! Cute! Jaemin! Your mind is honestly short circuiting, and you can’t do anything, except nod and smile like a complete fool.

What do we usually argue about?

“Adopting,” Jaemin says solemnly. Eyes widening, you wait for a moment, but he offers no explanation. You lightly shove his chair, and he rolls a few inches away. “Nana, you can't just end it like that! You have to say more than that!”

Turning towards the camera, you hurriedly explain, “He’s talking about pets. He wants to adopt five dogs and name them after Jisung, Chenle, Jeno, Renjun, and Mark. And then he wants to adopt a snake and name it after Donghyuck.”

“She said we could only get one dog and the snake.” Jaemin scowls, slumping in his seat as he stares into the camera. “I can’t believe she isn’t letting me get five dogs. I love Jisung and all non-Jisung’s equally.”

What’s my favorite clothing item?

“It’s not even yours. You always steals my white hoodie. I haven’t been able to wear it for the past month,” Jaemin complains, and you have the decency to look a little guilty.

You play with the strings of said hoodie that’s currently engulfing your body, curling into yourself as you tuck your face into the sweater like a turtle. “Your clothes smell nice.”

“But we use the same laundry detergent.” Jaemin wrinkles his eyebrows, confusion evident in his eyes. “All our clothes smell like snuggles and cotton.”

“It’s not the same,” you insist, wrinkling your nose, and he shakes his head, lips curling into a smile. He reaches over and tugs the hood of the sweater over your head playfully.

“Okay, whatever you say, angel. You look better in them than me anyway.”

Where am I on a Friday night?

“You’re here with me, eating Chinese take out and watching Criminal Minds,” you answer, and he agrees, nodding.

“We just finished watching all twelve seasons on Netflix, so if anyone has any show recommendations, please send them in!”

What is my weirdest interest?

“Once again, my clothes,” Jaemin says, and you begin to protest but he wags his finger at you. “No, no, no, you don’t get to disagree! You hoarded like six of my sweaters in your closet. I bought you the exact same sweater for your birthday, but you still take mine!”

You silently decide that it is better to accept this defeat than correct him because you actually have seven of his sweaters and a few tee shirts as well.

Who’s my favorite YouTuber?

“Me!” Jaemin’s hand shoots up in the air. “I’m your favorite YouTuber. Next question.”

Your hands start to get clammy as you look down at the final question you have been saving for last. It’s been a good fifteen minutes, and the butterflies still haven’t subsided. If anything, they seem to have multiplied and transformed into a whole rampaging zoo complete with elephants and monkeys.

“Uh, are you sure about that, Nana? ShowMeTheMonet is really good. I also really like itsmebetch a lot.” You stall for time, staring at the last question until the words are stamped in your mind. “Dream Unsolved and Worth It are amazing, too.”

Suddenly, Jaemin is right in front of you as he spins your chair around to face him, frowning and complaining, “What do you mean I’m not your favorite? You’re my favorite! What kind of best friend are you? This is a betrayal! An insult! This is worse than Jisung not calling me his favorite! How could you do this to m—”

“Okay, okay, you’re my favorite! I’m sorry! It was a joke,” you interrupt, but he turns away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, go make a video with ShowMeTheMonet instead.” He sulks, shoulders hunched over. “If you like her so much, go be best friends with her.”

“I’m sorry! I’ll buy you all the chocolate you want after this,” you plead with him, placing your phone on the table next to you. “I’ll even buy you boba everyday for a week!”

Jaemin brightens up at that immediately. “Oh, yeah! I want some milk tea after this! Okay, what’s the last question?”

You swallow hard, nervously fiddling with the hoodie strings once more and shoving all the butterflies down to the pit of your stomach. Twisting in your seat, you move your chair and spin his around until you’re both facing each other, knees touching.

“‘Where and when was our first kiss?’”

At the immediate thought of kissing you, his cheeks explode in various shades of pink, the tips of his ears catching fire. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about kissing you daily. Heck, he had to stop himself from doing so earlier when you were burying your face in his stolen hoodie. It’s so unfair that you’re always so cute and looking so… so… kissable.

“I, uh, I don’t think I can answer that,” your best friend stammers out as his eyes dart towards your lips before meeting yours.

“But you got all the other answers right.” Your voice comes out steadier than you thought it would, and you mentally pat yourself on the back. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you pause for a moment, balling your hands into fists before uncurling them and asking hesitantly, “Should I help you out?”

“Yes.” He wonders how exactly you can help him out. Oh god, did he kiss you before when he was drunk? But you would’ve told him if he did that. What if he had ki—

A soft pair of lips lands on his.

You’re kissing him. Oh my god, you’re kissing him! Jaemin wants to jump up and shout it from the rooftops. His heart leaps from his chest, and he’s wildly cheering in his mind as fireworks explode around him before he suddenly remembers that he has to kiss you back.

And so he does.

Jaemin tugs you closer until you’re pulled onto his lap, a muffled squeak of surprise coming from you, and he laughs as he presses his lips against yours more firmly, hands gripping your thighs as you straddle him. Your arms loop around his neck, and your heart ricochets in your chest as you kiss him back until your lungs are screaming for oxygen and you have to pull away.

Jaemin positively beams at you, eyes sparkling as he leans forward and nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately. He laughs breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah, that was really helpful. Our first kiss just happened right here a few seconds ago. And now, our second kiss is about to happen.”

Your best friend closes the distance, crashing his lips against yours once more, and you kiss him back just as fervently, smiling against his lips as he does the same. Never in either of your wildest dreams did you think this was going to happen, but you sure as heck aren’t complaining, and neither is he.

When the two of you finally break apart, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered, and Jaemin laughs giddily, cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling. He hugs you tightly to his chest before nudging you to look up at him. “So did I get a 100% on the boyfriend tag?”

“Yes,” you say, sitting up straight on his lap and grabbing both of his hands in each of your own, intertwining your fingers with his. “You got twenty five out of twenty five. Congratulations on your perfect score.”

“Technically, you did do the boyfriend tag with your boyfriend then, right?” he says slyly, squeezing your fingers. “Shouldn’t I get some bonus points for helping you do the tag correctly?”

You chuckle, failing to contain your smile. “Okay, fine, you get bonus points, too. You did an A plus job, Nana.”

“I’ll take those bonus points in the form of kisses.” He puckers his lips at you, and you easily comply, wordlessly leaning forward to give him one, two, three kisses.

Jaemin grins at you, positively delighted before he attacks you with kisses, peppering soft kisses onto your cheeks, forehead, chin, the tip of your nose, and everywhere else in between until he finally kisses your lips gently.

If this was a cartoon, there would be hearts floating around his head and shooting from his eyes. He leans forward again to kiss you one more time for good measure. You smile mischievously, tilting your head to the side slightly as your hands curl around his shirt. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you want for your bonus points?”

His eyebrows furrow for a split second before his entire face lights up. Jaemin carefully cradles you, picking you up as his grip tightens under your thighs. You let out a quiet squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stands up enthusiastically.

“Cut the cameras!”

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nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ commented:

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANGEL 🥺💗💞💖💗🤩💝💕💜🤧💖💘😭💘🌼💐🥺💖🥺🥺🥺

peachyangel replied: ily too baby 🥺🤧💖💖

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is this allowed?? there are minors here 😫 jisung look away

peachyangel replied: get your mind out of the gutter, ya nasty 🙄 we turned off the cam because he wanted to go get milk tea

jisung pwark replied: I’m 18!!!!! Stop treating me like a child!!! 

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ jisung pwark stop making me cut the crusts off of your sandwiches then

big head king replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck how come you don’t cut the crusts off of my sandwiches 😭😭

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ big head king because you are a grown adult and jeno already does it for you

jenojam commented:

congrats jaemin!! :)

Starbucks Official commented:

we would love to sponsor you, Mr. Na!

FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:

OH YOU ARE NANA!!1!1!!! 🤯🤯

ShowMeTheMonet commented:

um hello i would love to do the gf tag with you! i accept!!! it would be an honor 🤩

peachyangel replied: omg yes!!!! 🥺🥺 let’s do it soon 💖

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ did… did we just lose our gfs 🤧

mork lee rawr xD commented:

hahaha nice guys ! this was really cute haha

ty track commented:

the babies are all growing up too fast ):

jeno is my favorite commented:

.... i feel so single @.@

DonutKillMyVibe commented:

let it be known that I was the friend who challenged @ peachyangel to do the challenge and hence, I am the reason these two are together 👀👀

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:

someone should make an updated version of that jaemin complaining video compilation with this

big head king commented:

ayyy you all are the GOAT 🐐🐐🐐

jenojam commented:

so are we just gonna let it slide when he called everyone except jisung “non jisungs” ?

jisung pwark replied: 😎😎

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is no one gonna comment on how he called me a snake?????

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle is no one gonna comment on how much of a clown hyuck is???

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck wtf? where did this even come from

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle sorry I thought we were stating the obvious here

big head king replied: LOLOLOL

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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could you write ian and mickey furniture shopping and mickey just getting everything he wants? i feel like ian isn't really someone who cares all that much about what stuff they get as long as it's affordable and comes with some plants and i'd hope he just lets mickey do his thing and enjoys his happy husband. it's about time they get what they want <3

Relevant to your interests: bed shopping

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"This one is nice," Ian said, stroking a hand along the back of a velvety sofa. He circled it and plopped down unceremoniously, the cushions dipping gently under his weight.

"Soft, too," he added, wriggling his ass on it for effect.

"No," Mickey vetoed immediately, and Ian pouted.

"Why, what's wrong with this one?" he asked. "The last one was too traditional, the one before that too firm--"

"No point in a couch if it ain't more comfortable than the floor--"

"--and you have to pick one at some point!" Ian finished, rolling his head back against the cushions in exasperation.

"Gallagher," Mickey said. "It's red."

Ian's brow crinkled. He reached up to toy with the hair above his ear, frowning.

"What's wrong with red?" he asked. "You like red."

Mickey rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I like red on you, you dork," he confirmed, slapping Ian's hand away so he could tug playfully on that same patch of hair.

"That's why we can't have a red couch," he continued. "Do you even know how bad you clash right now?"

Ian looked up at him innocently, and Mickey sighed.

"Of course you don't," he muttered, letting go of Ian's hair to turn and collapse onto the furniture beside him. "No goddamn taste, I swear."

He leaned forward, ran a hand over his face. They'd been at this for over an hour now, and all they had to show for it were some cheap end tables and a couple of bar stools for the kitchen island. And even that had been a struggle, Ian flitting from monstrosity to garish monstrosity until Mickey finally managed to talk him into classic materials and clean lines.

There would be no animal print cushions or rainbow-colored acrylic in his apartment, fuck you very much.

Fighting over furniture with Ian was exhausting--he had said they wouldn't have the same taste, and he was right--but at least Ian didn't seem to mind. He stroked a hand up Mickey's back to rest at the base of his neck, shook him slightly until he let the hand fall from his face.

"Come on, Mick," Ian encouraged. "There's gotta be something here somewhere."

"We've been across the whole fucking floor already" Mickey pointed out, raising his head. "If there were something here, we would have found it by--"

His eyes caught on a sofa a few rows over.

"--now," he finished faintly, and stood.

"We look at this one yet?" he called back to Ian as he walked over to it. The black leather was smooth to his touch, butter soft and faintly warm. His fingers skipped over the simple nailhead details on the arm, the metal cool. It reminded him of an old motorcycle jacket Mandy used to wear, the one that had belonged to their mom.

"Uh, no," Ian answered, coming up behind him. "This whole row was off limits remember? They're like, hundreds over our budget."

Oh. Right.

Mickey let his hand fall, clenched it at his side, and released it with a breath.

"Right," he said lowly. "Never mind, let's look over by the coffee tables again."

He went to turn, but Ian grabbed his hand.

"Hey, wait," Ian said, biting his lip. "You really like this one?"

Mickey looked at it again. He saw the punk-rock metal studs, the clean black leather. Imagined it in their living room, Ian stretched out on one side, pale skin and red hair against the tall back. Thought of sitting on it with him, eating dinner, watching tv, talking. Just being them, on their couch, in their apartment.

"Yeah," Mickey said. "Yeah, I do." Then he shook his head, and pulled his hand away from Ian's.

"Doesn't matter," he said. "Can't afford it, man, come on."

Ian doesn't.

"What if we could?" Ian pressed. "Would you want it?"

Mickey just looked at him. "Yes."

Ian nodded.

"Then we're getting it," he said decisively.

"No, we're not," Mickey countered. "Ian, do you even like it?"

Ian hesitated.

"We're not spending a fortune we don't have on something you don't even like, Ian," Mickey said. "The whole point is to get stuff for the two of us, and every fuckin' time you see it you'll get annoyed about it."

Ian shook his head, and took a step closer.

"I won't," he said. "I promise." He took Mickey's hand again, didn't let him pull away.

"When I see it, I'll think about you," he continued. "About how your eyes lit up when you saw it. And we can swing it, we can," he added. "It might be a little tight for a few weeks, but..."

He stepped closer, the toes of their shoes bumping together.

"We get to have nice things now, Mickey," he said. "And I know you said you don't want nice things, but hey." He shrugged. "This could be yours."

Mickey looked at him. Looked at their hands. Looked at the sofa.

"Alright," he agreed. "Then I want it."

Ian's grin was blinding.

"Then we're getting it," he said happily. He took a step back, falling backward onto the cushions of the black sofa and bringing Mickey with him, catching him as he landed awkwardly across his lap.

"And to make it up to me about that red one," Ian added, "I'm getting that planter from earlier."

Mickey grimaced.

"Not the fuckin' ass one," he complained. "Don't want that thing on my table, man."

"You didn't have a problem with asses on the table last night," Ian said with a smirk, and Mickey groaned.

Then he let his head fall back onto the cushions next to Ian's, and gave in.

If he got to buy this couch, Ian could have all the weird fuckin' planters he wanted. He could fill their entire house with succulents and shit, and Mickey would watch him freak out over them from his soft, leather throne.