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LOVE AND TOUR

A/N: im so excited to post this fic bc *drum roll* it's a collab with @harrysfolklore !! the post tour depression is still kicking our butts so we decided to team up for a story that features LOT! hope you guys will like it and as always, make sure to head over to her blog to check out her fic that features all social media posts for this story!

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SUMMARY: Y/N and Harry were once friends, but his career pulled them apart. Then in 2019 Harry decides to invite her to ONO London and so their story begins or more like continues.

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2010

The handmade banner hanging over the white board in the classroom is crooked and two balloons have popped already. The sign reads ‘Good luck, Harry!’ and every letter is a different color. The desks and chairs were pushed to the side to make room in the middle and the teacher’s desk is full of snacks and drinks the kids brought in for the little impromptu party the class decided to throw before Harry’s big day.

He is going to his big X Factor audition this weekend and though he is not convinced he will make it, everyone in school is rooting for him. If anyone deserves the success it’s Harry, the goofy, kind boy who makes everyone smile and always helps whenever he can.

The soon-to-be rockstar is mingling with his friends and classmates, music is playing in the background and the chatting is nonstop. Everyone keeps asking Harry if he’s nervous or ready or which judge he is afraid of the most. He tries his best to talk to everyone and be everywhere, though he keeps an eye on one specific girl.

Y/N has been staying in the back for most of the time, sipping on some soda, listening to her friend as he enjoys the spotlight. She’s been friends with Y/N for quite some time, they live just a street away from each other, they often bike to school together and whenever one of them is sick the other one can be expected to show up at their house with the homework.

Good friends. That’s what they are. But deep down, Y/N is definitely feeling more than just friendship towards the curly haired boy who is now set to step his foot on the road to fame.

When the party is over and everyone has headed home already, Harry and Y/N are the last ones to walk out of the school’s building.

“So, be honest, are you nervous?” she asks as they are walking home , pushing their bikes this time. Harry said he hurt his ankle at PE today so he better not get on the bike, but in reality… he is just trying to spend more time with Y/N.

“Kind of, yeah,” he admits with a chuckle.

“I’m sure you will crush it.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” she smiles at him and his heart skips a beat.

Harry has been trying to work up his courage to ask Y/N out since probably the sixth grade, but he just never got to the point. Now he tells himself that if he gets into X Factor she will see him in a different light and that’s when he should ask her out, but little does he know he doesn’t need to be in a talent show to have her like him enough to want him.

Reaching her house she wishes him good luck and even hugs him before he waves goodbye and continues his way home. Y/N stands by their front door and watches him get farther away, hoping that whatever happens that weekend won’t change their friendship.

2013

The tour bus is quiet, everyone is asleep. Everyone, except Harry.

Lying in his bunk bed, his face is illuminated by his phone as he aimlessly scrolls on his social media apps, checking out posts by fans, reading news, just killing time. He knew he shouldn’t have had a nap earlier, because now it will be way too late by the time he can fall asleep and won’t be rested enough when they arrive in the next city.

He opens up Instagram and goes through his feed, he posts a picture he took of the crowd at the show the other day and then watches the likes flood in like crazy.

Going back to his feed he goes through his friends’ posts, it’s just the usual, parties, vacations, hanging out, everyone seems to be living their life even though Harry often feels like time has stopped since he’s gotten on the road.

He can feel himself growing sleepier and he is just about to put his phone down when he comes across a post that wakes him up.

Y/N is not one to post often, she is not like most girls he knows who want to share every and any moment of their life. Last time she uploaded something was probably weeks ago. This time she was snapped in her graduation gown, her hair flowing in the movement flawlessly and he recognizes her parents’ home in the background. It totally slipped Harry’s mind that in a life he left behind graduation was happening these days.

He scrolls down to the caption and all it says is “Soon” and then a crown emoji. It’s enough for him to know she’s going to King’s College London, that’s what she always dreamed about and it seems like she hasn’t changed her mind.

Before he could think about it, he double taps on the picture liking it, completely oblivious to how fans can see his activity and they instantly start guessing about who the girl is whose graduation photo was liked by Harry Styles.

2014

The screaming intensifies wherever Harry goes on the stage, he is jumping and shaking his long hair to the music while his bandmates are singing ‘Steal My Girl’ and the girls are going crazy, the energies are insane, Harry loves performing, this is truly his element.

He’s been on the road for what feels like forever and if you asked him what day it was, he would have no idea. It’s a miracle he knows which city he is currently in.

Walking to the side of the stage he stops for a moment right before the bridge that’s his part. He lifts his mic to his lips and starts singing when the music dies down right before his lines.

“She knows, she knows, that I never let her down before…”

His voice fills up the stadium, thousands are singing together with him and he runs his gaze over the sea of people in front of him. He sees so many faces, some are even familiar, Harry tends to remember fans he sees over and over again at their concerts, but most of them are new. The song carries on and the boys start singing along with him, Harry is about to move back to the middle of the stage, but then he sees her.

He sees Y/N.

Or so he thinks. It’s hard to tell, because it’s dark and she is so far away from the stage, it could be just someone who resembles her, but something in his gut tells him it’s her.

He does a double take, losing the familiar face for a moment but then he finds her again and a shiver runs down his spine. He hasn’t seen her in years, life has been simply way too hectic to keep in touch, last time he met her was probably in 2012 when he went home for Christmas, they ran into each other in town and promised to talk soon because they were both kind of in a hurry, but they never followed up with it. Y/N went to college, Harry’s career was skyrocketing, it was impossible to stay as close as they were before X Factor and Harry always regretted not trying harder, because now he has no idea what’s happening in her life.

Niall walks up to him and pats him on the back and Harry’s focus shifts to his friend for just a moment, but it’s enough to not find her again when he looks back at the audience. Did she duck down? Walk out when she realized he was looking? Or did he just entirely imagine seeing her and it was just a mirage?

He can’t get her out of his head for the rest of the show and he finds himself looking for her over and over again, but he doesn’t see her again and his consciousness starts to convince him she wasn’t even there.

It was just a cruel trick his own mind played on him.

2019

Why does he feel like he is sending out an invitation to the Queen of England? Why is he so nervous to hit send on an email? This is nothing Earth shattering, nothing will happen if he sends it out and life will go on even if she never replies.

One Night Only is set to happen in a few weeks and Harry is now sending out his invitations to his friends and family, he wants everyone who matters to be there on such a big night. Making the list was no hard task, but then he thought of inviting Y/N as well even though they haven’t talked in so long.

The other night, Harry found himself stalking her Instagram which he is still following. She has been posting once or twice a month, tiny glimpses into her life that doesn’t include Harry anymore.

But he wants to change that.

“Fuck it,” he mumbles under his breath and then adds her to the list of people who will get the invitation and then he just hits send and it’s officially out there.

Harry is not necessarily one to get overly obsessive about something, but the next few days he finds himself checking his inbox every hour, scrolling through the new emails, looking for one particular address to show up, but he has to come to the conclusion every time that Y/N hasn’t answered.

Days go by, Harry’s enthusiasm fades and by the end of the week he is convinced she won’t be there and soon he doesn’t even have time to think about it.

One Night Only arrives to London in december. The venue fills up with excited and devoted fans, but no one is more nervous about tonight than Harry.

He is ready, his band is ready, everything is perfectly in place, but he knows he won’t feel fully calm until he is on stage, performing to the people who gave him this amazing life.

It all goes as planned, Fine Line is finally officially out there (it has been for about a week if we are being exact) and Harry couldn’t be happier. Coming off the stage he is still high on adrenaline, taking all the congratulations the crew and guests are giving him relentlessly. His smile is so wide, it’s starting to hurt his face, but it’s a pain he could happily deal with for the rest of his life.

He hugs his mum and sister, all his old friends, they do a group hug with the band and he is sure he has greeted everyone by now, but then he spots one specific figure in the back of the room.

At first he thinks he is just imagining it. That his mind is playing the same trick on him it did a few years ago when he thought he saw Y/N at one of their concerts. Blinking a couple of times he is ready to watch her disappear like a ghost, but as the seconds go by he realizes that she is truly there.

Y/N is standing across the room with a nervous smile, looking all grown up and most importantly fucking beautiful. Even though Harry has seen plenty of pictures of her from recent times, it’s still a shock to have her stand in the same room as him.

His body moves before his brain could process it. His feet start to carry him towards her and before he even realizes he is running and when he finally reaches her he wraps her in his arms, twirling her around, making both of them laugh.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, still hugging her even when he has put her down.

“I am, you invited me!” she chuckles and they finally lean back enough to look at each other.

“I know, but… you never replied, I didn’t think you’d come and… You are actually here,” he repeats.

“Sorry I didn’t reply, I wasn’t sure until the very last minute if I would come,” she admits nervously.

Harry’s invitation was all she could think about since the morning she got the email. It was more than unexpected, for a moment she even thought it was just some kind of prank, but it came from Harry's old email address, so she had to believe that it was genuine. She hesitated until probably a few days ago when she woke up one day and just knew that she had to be here tonight.

“It’s okay,” he smiles at her softly, taking in her every feature. The girl he knew is still there, but she changed a lot, she looks so much more mature and her features have definitely gotten a lot more feminine.

She looks gorgeous.

Suddenly it all comes down on him clashing, all the questions, the feelings, he wants to know everything, but he fears they don’t have enough time.

“How long are you staying?” he then asks.

“I took a couple of days off, I’m staying for three more days.”

He sighs in relief.

“Come on,” he smiles, his hand taking hers. “I want to know everything.”

“Everything?” she chuckles, ignoring the tingles wherever his hand is touching hers.

“Harry, don’t assault the poor girl! She almost didn’t come!” Gemma chimes in. Harry stops, his eyes snapping back and forth between Y/N and his sister.

“Wait, you knew she would be coming?” he asks Gemma, who is sipping on some champagne with a knowing smile. She shrugs.

“Yeah.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” he scoffs, hands on his hips. The sight makes Y/N laugh, because she can see his sixteen year-old self in the pose so vividly, it’s insane.

“You never asked,” Gemma says and walks away. Harry turns back to Y/N.

“She messaged me if I got your invitation,” she admits.

“So you’re telling me, all I should have done is to send you a message and ask for confirmation?”

Y/N just chuckles, shrugging her shoulders innocently. Harry exhales as he shakes his head.

“Alright, now you truly have to tell me everything.”

2020

“Can you hear me?” Harry asks, as the FaceTime finally loads and Y/N’s pixelated face fills his phone’s screen. He leans back on his plush couch and he tries his best to ignore how fast his heart starts pounding in his chest when he hears her laugh.

“Yeah, I can hear you,” she answers and it seems like she just sat down somewhere too.

Struggling with the unstable connection they share how their day has been so far, though Harry has been up just for a few hours while Y/N’s is almost over. The time difference has been making it hard for them to keep in touch, but Harry has learned his lesson and he bends his schedule around these talks, because there’s no way he would waste even a moment he could spend talking to her.

ONO and the days that followed changed everything. It didn’t take long for Harry to realize that his boyish crush is still very much present and after seeing her it quickly evolved into something more mature. Seemingly, Y/N has been sharing these feelings, because it appears she enjoys spending time with Harry in any way possible just as much as he does.

It took them quite some time to catch up and it feels like they still haven’t shared everything they missed in each other’s life in the past years, but they know they have all the time they need, even if the circumstances might not always be the best. They are both trying their best.

There’s a comfortable silence in their call where both of them are just staring at each other through the screen. The unsaid things have been hanging there between them, they know it’s more than just their old friendship rekindled, but saying the words out through a FaceTime call wouldn’t be right.

“I miss you,” Harry finds himself mumbling the words, kind of to himself, but she hears the words.

“I miss you too,” she replies, biting her lip as she adjusts the phone in her hands.

“Can I… Can I see you before I go on tour?”

“That’s like… in three weeks,” she chuckles.

“I know. But I want to see you.”

“I don’t know, I have a regular, mundane job, I’m not an international rockstar who can just travel whenever it’s convenient,” she reminds him jokingly.

“Okay, then let me visit you.”

“You’re way too busy to come here.”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

She gasps at his words, the pink clouds so thick around her mind it’s almost sickening. If only she could reach out and through the screen…

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow and if you still think the same, we can… figure something out,” she smiles shyly. Harry knows he’ll feel the same tomorrow and the day after and forever. So he just smiles and nods.

They chat some more until Harry has to leave. Unwillingly, but they end the call and return to their separate lives.

Y/N stays on her couch, her phone still in her hands and Harry on her mind. Her TV is on, but it’s been muted, the screen is the only thing illuminating her in the dark room. With a tired sigh she reaches for the remote and turns the volume back on.

The news are on. She stands from the couch and starts cleaning up, not even listening to what they are talking about on the screen.

“... therefore COVID-19 has been officially declared a pandemic. WHO warns everyone to wear a mask in all public places, countries with a high number of cases are urgently discussing what other safety measures should…”

Y/N is questioning her sanity. She has been for the past week that was spent packing her suitcase, she took three covid tests in the last two days and now she is about to board a private jet at an airport that’s scarily empty. The last part shouldn’t be surprising, the whole world is under lockdown because of the pandemic, Y/N has spent her last month isolated in her apartment, right until one day Harry begged her to fly over to him.

“Y/N, please. I will settle everything, I’ll send a private jet for you, pay for it all, just please… please come here and be with me!”

There’s probably nothing she can deny from him. So here she is, escorted onto a private jet by an airport worker, they are both wearing their masks, just like everyone she has seen in the past week preparing for her travel.

Just as she settles in her seat on the jet, her phone buzzes from a text.

HARRY: Everything alright? Are you boarding already?

With a smile hidden under her mask she types her reply.

Y/N: On the plane, we’re taking off in 10.

HARRY: I can’t wait to see you.

Last time she traveled overseas was for a vacation years ago. She flew commercial then and it felt like hell, wedged between an obnoxious little boy and a middle aged woman who complained about everything. Now it’s just her and literally one single stewardess who is there to serve her. It’s a whole different experience for sure.

Luckily, the journey feels a lot shorter when she’s comfortable, she can get up anytime and eat excellent food instead of some weird frozen meal on a plastic plate. By the time the jet touches down she feels rested and most importantly excited to see Harry again. It feels like forever when they had to say goodbye in december and in all honesty, it took them way longer to reunite, but it’s all because of the pandemic. It’s late april now, they were planning to meet about a month ago originally at the end of march before his tour was set to kick off. By now he was supposed to be on the road through Europe, but instead, he has been under lockdown just like the rest of the world.

She walks through LAX as if it was zombie land, it’s so eerily empty she is expecting zombies to round the corner any minute, but it never happens. She reaches the car waiting for her, the driver loads her begs to the trunk and then they are off to Harry’s place.

It’s her first time at Harry’s LA home, and naturally it still baffles her to see where he’s gotten from his old life in Holmes Chapel, one that included her.

But his life includes her now as well, she reminds herself just as the car rolls up the long driveway. Getting out of the car she is about to grab her suitcases from the back of the car when the front door flies open and Harry sprints out. Literally.

He is running towards her with such speed, she almost gets knocked over when he finally reaches her and locks her in his arms, twirling around in the air.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, making her laugh.

“Were you not expecting me?” she teases him when he finally puts her down, but his arms remain around her.

“It’s just… I’m so happy to see you,” he smiles widely, taking her in. She hasn’t changed much since December, maybe her hair has gotten a little longer, but she looks the same.

However their feelings are nowhere near the same.

He thanks the driver and then grabs all her bags, urging her to come inside. Y/N wanders further into his home exploring it right away, already migrating towards the pool outside. Harry sets her luggage down in the hallway and walks after her, watching her stop by the sliding doors, admiring the enormous backyard. She turns around and catches him staring.

“What?” she asks, nervously laughing.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head. “I’m just really happy you’re here.”

2021

He’s nervous. There’s no use in denying, anyone could see it. But no one can blame him, it’s been so long since he last stood on a stage, he’s afraid he lost his groove, though the people who know him beg to differ.

Washing his teeth in his fluffy robe he is eyeing his outfit for tonight that’s hanging in the corner. He knows his fans will love it, the color pink alone would make them go feral, but the sparkly vest with no top underneath will be surely like they won the jackpot.

He spits and rinses his mouth just when there’s a soft knock on the door and just by the rhythm of it he knows who it is.

“Come in!” he calls out, wiping his mouth with a towel just when Y/N pokes her head inside, her body following a second later.

“Hey,” she smiles shyly, taking him in for a second as he moves around the room.

“Told you, you don’t have to knock when you come in,” he chuckles.

“But, what if you’re… naked or something?”

He stops and stares back at her, giving her an ‘Are you kidding me?’ look that gets her all flustered in an instant so he decides to take it even further.

“Nothing you haven’t seen, baby. In fact, you can see it right now if you wanted to.” He starts untying his robe, but she stops him laughing and taking the opportunity of having her so close now he wraps her in his arms and kisses her.

It never gets old. The feeling he gets whenever he gets to kiss her, whether it’s a good morning kiss right after he wakes up, or a tired kiss at the end of the day, a needy kiss when he just wants her more than anything or a make-up kiss after a fight, which doesn’t happen often. He can count it on one hand how many times they got into an argument since they’ve become an item in April 2020, when Y/N spent most of the lockdown with Harry. Originally, she planned to stay only for a couple of weeks, but she didn’t return home until the start of June and she was back by July.

Now it’s September 2021, so it’s been almost one and a half years since then and they are still just as in love as they were during lockdown.

“You’re nervous,” she mumbles against his lips and it’s not a question. She knows him, all of his looks, his movements, she knows what he thinks about most of the time if not always, she can read him like a book.

Harry hums and just goes in for another kiss.

“You’ll be amazing, don’t worry,” she smiles at him, patting his chest as she pulls back. “And even if you make a mistake, the pink sparkles will distract everyone,” she jokes, nodding towards his outfit.

“You’ll be out there?”

“Of course. I’ll be the one screaming the loudest.”

“As loud as last night?” The cheeky grin that stretches across his face is proof that he is not that nervous if he can make dirty jokes.

“Shut up or I’m going home,” she laughs, poking a finger into his chest teasingly. He grabs her finger and pulls her back for another kiss.

“Nope, you’re stuck here. With me,” he smirks, lips coming over hers again.

2023

The bittersweet feeling has been lingering around the crew not just all day, but probably for a week now. Everyone knew that the end was coming and now that the final show is officially here, the emotions are overflowing. Everything they are doing, they are doing it for the last time on Love On Tour. It’s the last stage, the last sound check, last time Wet Leg takes the stage before Harry and it’s the last time Y/N is sitting in his dressing room, watching him put on his outfit of the night.

She can sense that he is different than he usually is before a show, he seems antsy and his eyebrows have been furrowed probably since lunch. Y/N watches him pace the floor back and forth in his sparkly outfit, nervously fixing the wire behind his neck even though it’s exactly in the same spot it usually is.

“Do you want me to help?” she asks and Harry stops in his tracks, as if he just realized what he’s been doing. His hands fall by his side as he exhales sharply.

“Sorry, just… fidgeting.”

Y/N stands from the couch and walking over she absentmindedly fixes his fringed vest, planting her palms onto his chest gently.

“It’s okay to be sad, H,” she reminds him. Harry tends to hide his big, sad feelings, because he feels like it would bother others. He is always so considerate about dealing with everyone else’s feelings, but this time his emotions should be in focus as well.

“I don’t want to be sad, that’s the thing. It was a great experience, sadness should not be a thing when I think of Love On Tour.”

“But that’s why it’s okay to be sad. Because this amazing experience is ending and it’s natural that you’re mourning it. It lasted, what? Like almost two years? And if we count in the planning, this tour has been part of your life since 2019. That was four years ago, no one expects you to just let go of it laughing.”

Harry nods, his arms snaking around her waist as he pulls her into his embrace, needing to feel her close in this overwhelming moment. She’s been his anchor, the person he could turn to no matter what during this insanely long tour, he’s convinced he couldn’t have done it all without her.

Not even Harry can slow time down, so the moment to step onto the stage for the last time in this tour finally comes. Y/N stands with his family and friends at the side, holding Anne’s hands whenever an emotional song is played by him. He puts one thousand percent into it, just like every time on this tour and Y/N’s chest swells with pride when she realizes that it’s one hundred thousand people screaming at her lover.

Or fiancé, to be exact.

When Harry sings Falling, to his fans’ surprise, she notices him looking for her in the crowd. The song is melancholic and it was written about a time he felt at his lowest, but to look in his eyes tells it all to Y/N.

He is not there anymore, because he has her.

She’s twisting her diamond ring around her finger as tears dwell in her eyes while she sings along to the song, hoping that her expression tells him too, that she is happy to be the person who brought light into his life, because he did the same to her.

Then the time comes for Harry’s thank you speech and no eye is left dry after his words. Y/N has to swallow back her sobs when he turns to her and addresses his words straight to her.

“My love, thank you for everything, you were such a big part of this journey and I hope that our journey will continue forever.”

The fans are screaming, phones are pointed at her, recording her reaction as she just nods eagerly, one hand covering her wobbling lips.

For his final piano piece Y/N moves backstage to watch him from there and be there when he walks off the stage for the very last time in the history of Love On Tour. She is standing there with the proudest and most emotional expression on her face when Harry jumps down the steps and he smashes into her arms right away, burying his face into the crook of her neck. She can feel his tears against her skin and she gently keeps combing her hand through his hair, giving him as much time to recover as he needs.

When he finally lifts his head his eyes are glassy, but there’s a smile on his lips.

“You did amazing,” Y/N tells him, gently wiping his cheeks with her hands.

“And you did too,” he says and his words make her laugh.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You did the absolute most, Y/N. You gave me your love and support and I couldn’t have done it without those.”

Her heart melts as she pushes up to her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“You’ll forever have those. You’ll forever have me.”

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mya-valentine · 27 days ago

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Headcanon: Getting High With Hanta Sero

Sero would be the type to get super giggly when he’s high. He’d crack jokes that aren’t even that funny, but both of you would end up laughing hysterically at everything, even if it’s just the way a word sounds.

Sero’s already a pretty laid-back guy, but when he’s high, he’s on another level of relaxed. He’d lean back, maybe throw his arm around you, and just enjoy the moment, content to vibe together in comfortable silence or with some chill music in the background.

Once the munchies hit, Sero would suggest raiding the kitchen. You two would have a blast making the most random, over-the-top snacks and combining weird ingredients just to see how they taste. He’d laugh every time something turned out surprisingly good or totally awful.

Sero’s the type who’d get a little philosophical when high. He’d start talking about life, dreams, or the universe, all while lying on the floor or staring at the ceiling. You’d have fun discussing random thoughts that pop into your heads, leading to surprisingly deep conversations.

His imagination would run wild, and he’d suggest goofy, impulsive ideas, like making a blanket fort or seeing how far he could stretch his tape quirk while high. Even if it’s silly, you’d both go along with it, just enjoying each other’s company.

Sero would be really into music when high. He’d put on a playlist of his favorite chill songs or even suggest that you create one together. Music would take on a whole new vibe, and you’d both get lost in the sound, maybe even swaying or slow dancing in a goofy way.

Sero’s always been a pretty sweet guy, but when he’s high, he’d randomly shower you with compliments, from telling you how awesome you are to how much he loves spending time with you. His guard would be down, and he’d be more open about how he feels.

Once the high really sets in, Sero would get extra cuddly. He’d pull you close, and you’d both melt into the couch or bed, super comfortable and content. It would be all about relaxing together and just enjoying the warmth of each other’s presence.

Every now and then, Sero would come out with those typical stoner thoughts, like, “Do you ever think clouds are just floating pillows?” or “What if tape had feelings when I used my quirk?” You’d both laugh about how ridiculous these thoughts are, but secretly kind of enjoy pondering them.

Sero would get fascinated by the smallest things, like the way the light hits a certain object or how a piece of furniture looks when he’s high. He’d point out random things, and you’d both spend way too much time just looking at or analyzing them for no reason.

Eventually, you’d both just want to chill out completely. You’d probably end up lying on the couch or bed, tangled together in a comfortable, lazy way. There’s no pressure to do anything, and Sero would love just being in the moment with you, feeling completely at ease.

Sero is all about keeping the energy light and positive, so whenever you’re both high, he’d make sure everything stays fun and relaxing. Whether it’s cracking jokes, being goofy, or just enjoying the quiet, he’d focus on keeping the mood stress-free and easygoing.

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paranoiddreams · 6 days ago

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Random Headcannons: Yuji✰

ღ Warnings!! - Sukuna is a whole tw, some of them are a little suggestive but in a goofy way (?), me just yapping tbh, explicit language, mentions of Drake😖, marijuana use🍃, ADHD mentions, he’s kinda brainrotted okay?

ღ A/n!! - Some may be ooc to yall but this is how I see him in my head tbh😭 I’m just going off of vibes. Lmk who you want next! Requests for any fandom on my navi are always welcome!! I’m also working on a longer fic rn, so to that anon who sent a Sukuna request (yk who you are), it’s coming soon🫵🏻😈

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Was so invested in the Kendrick Lamar vs. Drake situation Imao. He knew everything that happened from when it started to when it unofficially ended.

Yaps about it to anyone who will listen, and let’s be honest, everyone will because he's such a charming guy

Might just be me, but I feel strongly that Yuji had an emo phase in his middle schools years. I'm talking My Chemical Romance kinda emo, yk, the freaky ones

Not speaking out of experience or anything haha😶‍🌫️

Does actually love J law, and will watch compilations on YouTube at 3 am. What can he say? He's a loyal man.

He watches CaseOh 100% and does have notifs for him on

Chronic iPad kid, it's bad

And to make things worse he can't eat without watching anything (like most of us let's be fr)

He uses the excuse that "kings have always had entertainment while they feast back in the day, what's the difference?”

Sukuna literally couldn't be more ashamed to be in this gen z brainrot teenager's body.

DOES NOT play around when it comes to a Roblox tycoon. Don't cross ma boy in his tycoons.

Actually talks to Sukuna telepathically(?) sometimes. Like when he's bored he'll just-

"Sukuna, do you actually have two dicks?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Most likely listens to Tame Impala, Cuco, Suicideboy$, maybe even a little Pierce the veil time to time. Also loves K-pop and girl groups like BTS, New Jeans, and ENHYPHEN.

His biases are Jungkook, Hanni, & Jake :3

Considered using his hand mouth thing to jerk off one time, but was swiftly turned away from the idea when Sukuna heard him think of it and told him he'd kill him instantly : (

Smokes 🍃 every once in a while when he has a weekend free

He’s a talker when he’s high fs

Will go off about conspiracy theories, and this sounds cliche, but istg he would do this shi

He’s a genuine conspiracy theorist when he’s sober too tbh

But Indica gets him talking🤝

I kinda wrote abt this in one of my requests, but I think that Yuji is a huge fan of getting scared and just having that thrill

Haunted houses, scary movies, music, stories, he loves all of it.

I mean, Gojo made him watch like one million bajillion (real) movies, so ofc he’s grown a fondness for anything over the top disturbing/cheesy

He’s one of those people who’s annoyingly good at everything he tries on the FIRST try.

He doesn’t mean to, but he will one up anyone he’s in the room with😭

Yuji DOES NOT fuck with Xbox, he’s a PlayStation girlie✨

He has a thing for chubby girls 😶‍🌫️ just dropping this here bc I may or may not have smth in the works…

He’d be able to make friends with a roach in the corner of the room, he’s such a caring, compassionate guy, but we already knew this.

Gives ADHD realness

Has definitely called Gojo ‘dad’ by accident a few times before.

Strikes me as the type to flirt and not even realize…

F2L &/or grumpy x sunshine vibes all the way!!!

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk #jjk x reader #yuji itadori #jujutsu kaisen yuuji #jujutsu kaisen yuji #jjk yuji #jujutsu itadori #jjk itadori #itadori fluff #yuji fluff #yuji itadori headcanons #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #itadori headcanons #paranoiddreams

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onepiecepetalfanfics089 · 1 year ago

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Omg this was so good like there something about breeding kink luffy that hits different 😩.

Do you take any requests cuz how about possessive gear 5 luffy 🤭

Imagination~..

Smoke seemed to fill the air as you sighed, your hair was tied up and you were wearing a kimono to celebrate the festival and of course, Luffy’s victory against kaido.

You and the crew were so so happy that he’d won! Who could’ve guessed that gear five could be that…cartoonish right..?

Well you were just making sure when everything was set with your outfit and hair when suddenly a faint mist filled the room..

Familiar mist…

A Pure, white and almost god like presence was definitely there. Watching you..

The same familier wide grin and blood red eyes popped out from what you could see in the mirror as hands covered your eyes. You could almost hear the giggling already from behind you as he footed while looking down at you. You could feel it..

A sigh left your lips and dropped what you were doing.

“Guess who!!”

You raised an eyebrow, why hadn’t he turned back into Luffy yet..? It was almost like he was doing this on purpose but you complied with his hand of course because he was your captain still technically and even more so..

A God.

“Hmm..I dunno..is it the guy who saved a whole country?”

You replied, your voice being playful as I you looked up. He took his hands off of your eyes and somehow grinned even more.

“Bingo!!!” He Saïd with a loud laugh which caused you to join in on the laughter.

Admittedly, he was quite the funny and cute one. Just an hour after beating kaido he spent all his time with you, following you around and floating wherever you went. Sometimes just blabbering about random nonsense while laughing at his own goofy acts and jokes.

There was times that he made you laugh so much that you had to held your stomach and drop to the ground, forcibly and just by his own doings.

But, there were also times where he acted rather strange when someone would get too close and try to ‘steal’ you away from him..

He seemed absolutely adamant about keeping you close..

No one should and dared to keep your attention for too long. They knew that you were very precious to joyboy. He didn’t even have to say anything to anyone about your attention. They just knew.

He saved a whole country for peeks sake and not to mention fought and won against one of the emperors of the sea.

The crew even suspected why he was so clingy, he would constantly butt in at any chance they tried to at least do one activity with you!

Trying to train or take a nap with zoro?

‘Hey Y/N! You wanna hear some jokes?!’

Just having a normal conversation with usopp and listening to his tales?

‘Hey hey!! Y/N!! Look at me! Look what I can do!’

Proceeds to something so goofy with his body your at a loss with words..

Anything just to get your attention because we’ll..he wanted it! You intrigued him greatly with almost everything you did!

Could you really blame him?..

At the festival, the music was lovely and the lights were glittering with beautiful colors and you smiled seeing the happy people who were celebrating the victory of no one other than your captain, Luffy.

Who was still in his god like form and stuffing his face with meat, rice and any food he could get his hands on. While keeping a firm hand in your hip to keep you close.

Sipping your Sake while Nika was blabbing away with goofy nonsense, you were half listening and half zoning out when suddenly you felt light tap on your shoulder.

It was Law. His eyes bore into you as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked down at you. This apparently caught Nikas attention as well. You of course didn’t notice though.

“Hey so uh..I’ve been watching you this whole time and you’ve been in the same place the entire night..”

He glanced over at the ‘sun god’ beside you .

“Would you want to dance?..”

The who party seemed to get quieter.

Did he not know?..

Blinking a few times to adjust from the shock and surprise and put on a smile and gratefully nodded. For weeks you haven’t hung out with anyone other then the white haired boy with ruby red eyes..it was good to finally have some peace.

You turned to Nika who was gripping your hip with a frown, one that was very rare for a guy who’d smile nonstop no matter what.

“Hey Nika, im gonna go dance alright? I’ll be back soon!”

Before the godlike figure could even respond, you were off to dance with Law.

Nerves eased through you as your movements matched the man currently in front of you.

A little spin here, a touch of the hip there..one of his hands found its way on your waist and the other on your shoulder while the both of your arms wrapped around his neck.

Your heart was pounding through your chest and you could feel eyes on you..deciding to ignore it you just got lost in the gray ones that were staring at you while the two of you danced.

Meanwhile Nikas face was almost in a childlike pout, watching you dance with the surgeon. His body in a laying position as he floated up on a white cloud. So many emotions were boiling up inside of him at that moment..he just had to figure out which one was the most controlling of him..

The final straw was when he saw him gently squeeze your waist and whisper something in your ear that made you giggle.

His fists clenched and his eyes narrowed.

He wasn’t that amused anymore..

After the party a smile stained your lips as you sat down by a lake, the moonlight casting upon the water perfectly.

Just then you felt it..that presence again.

Two red eyes peeled out of the shadows and a familiar grin was spread across the face you knew so well.

“Oh hey Nika..the party was fun wasn’t it?..I-”

Without another word you felt the warm feeling of his lips on yours. Your eyes widened in complete shock and your cheeks flushed a red color that could compete with the boys eyes.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he pushed you with little force into his lap. The familiar feeling of mist surrounding you resurfaced.

You didn’t know what to say..What on earth was happening with him?!

Eventually his stretched arms loosened slightly and he slowly traced his hands down to your waist, rubbing his fingers on the sides, His other hand went down to your thigh.

He finally stopped kissing you but his grin of course remained. Your mouth was agape and you were still trying to get over the fact that your captain had just kissed you!

His touch lingered while his hands just seemed to roam around your body almost lovingly.

“Hey Y/N..?”

Snapping out of the still remaining shock you slowly lowered your head.

“U-Uh..yeah?..”

“..we’re close right..?”

“Yeah..you could say that..”

“So don’t do that again.”

You were now again at a loss of words.

“Do what again..?”

He didn’t respond or didn’t really care to listen anymore as he hugged you tight, the wide grin that almost everyone knows him for returning while he chuckled.

“..hehe!!”

Raising an eyebrow you couldn’t help but snort too..he could never resist to make you laugh too..

Protective yet possessive arms wrapped then self around you tightly while a head nuzzled cozily into your neck.

Chucking could still be heard that almost sounded mischievous, yet still full of glee.

For a second you thought he was almost making a plan to always keep you in sight..no matter what the cost..

But of course that was crazy talk..

Yeah, it was alll just your imagination..

Eeeeeeeh i love this so much!! Omg- I hope this was good because I adored writing this and just Nika’s character in general!! Ty so much to @sirenbeloved for the request! I loved writing it! Thank you!! 💕💕

I MIGHT post another story but it’ll be like real late- but you best believe that I’m probably gonna post again tomorrow!!

Thank you for reading and again, have a good night/day or evening my lovely petals and thank you so much for just being with me and reading my work ❤️🌸❤️🌸💓🫶🏼

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 9 months ago

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here's something short and goofy for you guys bc this song has been stuck in my head all morning.

“So, Eddie?” Steve asks while he, Robin, and Eddie are lounging around Family Video on a slow Tuesday afternoon.

“Yes, Stevie dear?” “Where did the ‘Big Boy’ thing come from?”

Steve watches as every bit of Eddie freezes under his gaze.

“Uh..”

“Yeah, I’d like to know too, what’s up with that Munson?” Robin says, leaning forward on the counter beside Steve, pushing all of her right side into Steve’s left.

Poor Eddie.

“Oh, uh, well…” Eddie’s brow furrows for a moment before something seemingly comes to him in a moment. “You know how loud the rumor mill can be, Steve-o.”

“Whattya mean?” He knows what he means, he just wants to see what Eddie will say. He also knows It’s gotta be a tortuous question for the metalhead, especially one who’s crush is the one asking him.

That was the other thing; after Eddie’s accidental pain-med induced schmoozing of Steve and the prompt forgettening of ever saying anything, Steve (and Robin) had come to the conclusion that he’s super into Eddie too.

Now it’s just a matter of getting Eddie to admit it, and having fun flirting and making him squirm a little in the meantime.

“Well, the phrase itself is from a song, but you do know your lovely conquests would talk, right?” The blush on his cheeks just makes him look cuter.

“And you believed them?” Robin states more than asks.

“Well there’s no way I’d ever know one way or the other!” Eddie laughs, his cheeks darkening.

Ignoring the myriad of things he could say to that, Steve instead asks “What song?”

“Huh? Oh, uhm, it’s from this random tape that Wayne picked up on the road a couple years ago. Has this weird art on the cover of some guy and like, skeletons and stuff? Dan something? It’s all yellow-y orange and blue..”

“That sounds so familiar…” Robin mumbles when Steve asks, “How does it go?”

“What?”

“The song.”

“Uh…” Eddie zones off into the distance and starts mumbling to himself.

Robin is still mumbling to herself too, “That sounds so familiar, what the hell?”

Eddie presumably finds the lyrics then, because he starts singing. “Big Boy, real cool, you can tell he’s no one’s fool, And he tries so hard to come off like a star.” Eddie starts dancing around in front of the counter, “You can tell by the way he combs his hair, by the cocky grin and that moody stare. By the way he leans and juts out his hip...” He sings, pointing at how Steve is doing exactly that.

Steve laughs, waving him off, “Okay, okay, I get it! You can st—”

“Elfman!” Robin calls out suddenly.

Steve and Eddie share a look. “Who’s an elf?”

“The Dan guy from your song, Elfman? Was his last name Elfman?”

Eddie snaps his fingers at her, “That’s it! Danny Elfman!” “The guy from Oingo Boingo!”

There are a few beats of silence.

“Don’t look at me like that, he’s the singer in Oingo Boingo! My parents love their stuff, and they did that song in Weird Science!”

“Which song?”

“..Weird Science.” she says as if that was obvious.

Something clicks in Steve’s head at the name, too. “Wait, I know I've seen that name somewhere else...” He rounds the counter and toward the shelf he knows the tape he's thinking of lives; it’s a goofy movie, he’s watched it before on some of his long solo shifts and it’s honestly kind of grown on him.

He grabs up the first copy he sees, one of the Family Video plastic clamshells, and brings it back to the counter, popping the tape into their tape player.

The opening credits start up, and at the title card: “Oh hey, Pee-Wee's Big Adventure! I love Pee Wee!” Eddie says, excitedly jumping up to sit on the counter in front of the TV (and Steve).

“Yeah you do..” Robin mumbles.

“Shut up,” Steve grumbles, elbowing her a bit harder than necessary, “Look.” he points up to the text on the screen.

“Damn, this guy’s everywhere!”

“‘Music composed by Danny Elfman’. Holy shit! Good memory, Dingus!”

“Thanks! Now what is this about Eddie loving Pee Wee?”

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archangeldyke-all · 8 months ago

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hihi! :) (let’s hope the tumblr gods don’t eat this)

do you have any thoughts about modern sevika tastes? i.e how she dresses, the scents she likes to wear, the music she might like, what her phone case might be like. things like that! :)

- topdrop anon

i have a few, but i would LOVE to hear your guys thoughts in the comments too!!

men and minors dni

she dresses practically: pants with lots of pockets, shoes with steel toes, breathable and easy to wash fabrics. but i think she's got a little fashion sense in her, and she knows how good she looks, so she's always buying her clothes just one size too small so all her muscles are on full display, pulling and tugging at the tight fabric of her clothes.

lots of shades of gray and black. some earthy tones-- olive greens and tans and browns. a few pops of color here and there: her favorite red jacket, the purple beanie she wears in winter.

all her socks are black. but her boxers are the cutsy-est things you've ever seen. prints of little hearts, dogs, kitties, ducks, lolipops; writing over the ass like 'eat me' or 'kiss me'; she keeps most of her attire serious, but her undies are always goofy.

i think her left arm would either be a prosthetic or covered in tattoos. shoulder to fingertips.

she's totally the type of person to drive in silence. or listen to the news. she doesn't really listen to music, but she's got a few jazz vinyls she's always cycling through at home. i think it's mostly instrumental, but she does have a soft spot for some soulful singing (which means she cries when nina simone comes on every. single. time. and can you blame her?)

as much as i want to make her a punk-rocker, i just think she'd find it noisy and annoying hahaha.

her phone case is either clear, or it's super bulky and has a little latch on it so she can latch it to her belt lmaoooo.

she keeps the background photo as the default picture it comes with, until she meets you. (she changes it to a pic of the two of you kissing the SECOND you agree to be her girlfriend. she grins after you say yes, pulls her phone out, and quickly changes her background, whispering, "fuck yes, i've been waiting to get rid of this boring ass wallpaper.")

i don't know how to describe scents, but i picture her smelling fresh, like kinda minty, but in a irish spring way. sandalwood too. but on top of all her soaps and lotions, she wears a really warm scented cologne, like tobacco and brown sugar and whiskey and coconut. like amber-y smelling?

she tries to deny the fact that she's got a sweet tooth. she's always munching on chips or nuts or other salty snacks. but that's just because if she starts on a sugary treat, she won't be able to stop herself until it's all gone.

you find this out after you gift her a pan of brownies for her birthday in the morning, and find that they're gone by lunchtime.

now, you always keep little chocolates and hard candies on you to pass to her when she looks stressed. she always gives you the biggest, happiest eyes you've ever seen, like you've just handed her a check for a million dollars instead of a peanutbutter cup.

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melinoelliones · 11 months ago

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Gloxinia - NSFW Alphabet

THIS IS FOR THE ANON THAT ASKED FOR A NSFW ALPHABET GLOXINIA! I'm sorry it's taken so long, I've been very very sick (and still am) so everything has been on hold. I hope you enjoy, we love Gloxinia in this house <3

Remember, what I think he would do may not align with what YOU think he would do! There are x Fem Reader and X GN Reader in here. Gloxinia has two sides, he can be quite sweet but also a fuckin sadist.... so keep that in mind when you read this.

Merlin is also coming next (to who asked for her, hi hi I see you), and to all the other anons I have, I will get to you I promise!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gloxinia would definitely be quite cuddly after, making sure you are all okay (probably looks into your heart to make sure you are ACTUALLY okay and not just saying it). Maybe a little cocky depending who was being more dominant at the time;

“you look like you’ve been through the holy war a couple times, was it that good” he’d jest, pulling you closer to his chest, as your body slowly cooled off from your high.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like he would like his own ears, they are super sensitive so when you nibble on them he crumbles almost instantly.

On you, thighs thighs thighs. He wants to touch em, be between them, anything. You will find him resting his head in your lap a lot of the time and you have zero complaints. Also your hands, I feel like he appreciates a nice pair of hands, especially yours.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

FACE! His little cocky/cheeky side pops through when he does it on your face, cooing as you try not to let any drop off.

He also loves when it runs down his fingers from you, trailing along leaving them glistening. It’s almost hypnotic.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves to be submissive, don’t fall for his facade.

Has probably sent himself (his soul) into the past to rewatch sessions you guys have had OR times when you have gotten off just to get HIMSELF off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Being the dominant one, yes he’s quite experienced.

Being the submissive one, a little newbie but he loves it.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where you are tied up by his vines (vines?), you have to be in the most exposed position, unable to squirm as he gets every part of you.

Reverse cowgirl, probably so you can’t see his bright pink face almost panting as you swallow him whole.

Sideways. In the morning he enjoys rolling over and just sliding the tip into you, your sweet tired moans like music to his ears.

Facefucking kinda..... I don't think he's too aggressive with it but he does enjoy it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not like “ha ha” goofy but like “aha, are you crying already, I’m not even finished with you yet”.

“F~Fuck baby, just there, feels s~so good” he chuckled, mimicking your whines

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nicely trimmed, you’d think he was a patch of grass on a rich person's yard the way he looks after ALL of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends which side he decides to show. He will always be a little sweet in between regardless of which one he’s in.

“I know your jaw is tired but cmon baby, j~just one more” he whined, looking down at your tear stained cheeks as you slid his cock back down your throat once more. You wondered how he managed to continue to get hard after cumming several times.

His hand slid down your face, a thumb caressing your sweet cheek as you turnt your eyes to look up at him, “I promise to make you feel so good afterwards, almost like a reward for doing s~so good for me, okay?”.

You get my gist?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This one was a hard one for me, on ONE hand I want to say he’s such a needy prev, jacks off to you whenever he can. So desperate, so incapable of controlling himself.

But then again, I want to say he barely does it, he can wait till he’s with you to let off steam. Just jacks off every once in a while.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Fearplay/BDSM/KnifeKinkKinda?. That little sadist feeds off of watching you in pain as long as it's inflicted by him and him alone. Has probably already carved a G into your upper thigh with his vines.

“Awww your bleeding” Gloxinia smirked, running his fingertips across the crimson rising from your skin, your whines as he did so only bringing him more joy. “Does that feel good? Having me leave future marks on you”.

Having you tied up, all exposed and vulnerable.

Overstimulation, for not only you but him too. On his call though.

Dacryphilia 100%, he would mock your pretty little face as you cry.

“Couldn’t even hold in your tears?” he cooed sarcastically, pulling your face towards him and swiping his tongue across one of them, “Good, because I love to see them”.

Choking but again with the vines, your sweet gasps ringing through, your half lidded eyes looking straight into his as your body tingles.

I don't know if this a kink but tentacle play? He has used his tenth form to fuck you from behind as you suck him dry.

L = Location (favourite places to do they do)

He can cover you both with the basquias 10th form (the green tentacle thing) so location is never an issue. But taking you back to the fairy king's forest is definitely top 3, if not 1.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You begging for him, your needy body moving on its own because you need him so badly, he could almost smell the desperation trickling from your skin.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I feel like he would be open to TRY anything at least once, and I mean anything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I feel like he would be a little bitch and only like to recieve, BUT in the end he always ends up having his face between your thighs acting like he doesn’t wanna be there when he does.

“You came so quickly, you begged for me to do this and you think we are done?”, he jested, pushing your twitching thighs back towards your chest, “I could do this all day, I don’t want to come up from here until you can’t even mumble out my name”.

Before you could even get a word out, you felt the guys harsh tongue delve back into your already sensitive core, your wetness helping it to slide in effortlessly, “F~Fuck” was all you managed to hiss out as your thighs almost swallowed his head allowing him to get deeper, his fingertips brushing over your already swollen bun as you twitch and turn. He had not even let your body refresh from your previous high, but he didn’t care.

Also

“Why the long face, is it because you haven’t got off yet” the guy pouted, mocking you as you crossed your arms. If anyone knew how to push your buttons, it was him, but he also knew your limits. You jumped slightly as he flew over to you in an instant, your faces a mere few inches from one another “Cmon then, I’ll give you what you want, but on one condition..... I will choose when you’re done”.

Gloxinia loves having you suck him off, anytime, anyday, he’ll take it. He is also not afraid to tell you when he needs you.

“Cmoooon, I know you wanna help me, come” he chuckled, your lustful eyes telling him everything he needed to know as you walked over to him, “good girl, you listen so well” he pressed a sweet kiss upon your head as you knelt down.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a tease. A horrible tease. But you give it back to him ten fold. Fast until you are at your max, then he stops or slows down until you are just starting your high, then picks up the speed dramatically.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not super often, maybe like once a week.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Risk as in try something new, yes. Risk as in, in public, out in the open, 50/50.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Can go like 2 or 3 rounds, with oral though, no limit.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think he uses toys on himself at all, why when he has you?

He occasionally uses them on you if you insist.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A silly amount.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When he’s fucking you he’s not super loud but he is very dirty.

When you are doing anything to him his cocky side melts away, he whimpers and whines like no one is around for miles. There has been a FEW times where you even had him a crying babbling mess while you overstimmed him. RARE but it has happened (he didn’t realise how much he likes it).

“It feels so f~fucking good baby, don’t stop, p~please” he clenched his jaw, his body unable to keep still as tears rolled down his cheeks. You had made him cum so many times he stopped counting, his hair a mess against the pillow as his thoughts slowly slipped away leaving only a blank mind that wanted nothing more but to release by your hand.

“P~Please keep going, fuuuuck just like that”

“Y~You look so pretty with m~my cock down your throat”, he hissed, head rolling back as you hummed, allowing him to slip down your throat.

“You’re swallowing me in, i~if you keep this up I don’t know how long I’ll last”

“So loud, it’s almost like you want the commandments to hear you, this cocoon isn’t soundproof and you know it” Gloxinia grinned, watch

“Louder baby, I can’t hear those sweet moans of yours”

W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

Not opposed to either watching you with another person.

Would be up for doing stuff while you sleep, for his own benefit of course (says him). Only with consent.

Gets unusually turned on by just kissing you, he loved doing it, especially when it's a messy, needy, desperate kiss where you both almost forget you need to breathe.

Not mad at the idea of you fucking him with a strap, if you guys already have then he wouldn't mind doing it more often. Like I said before, he likes to be submissive but acts like he doesn't so I know he wants it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

More on the slender side and not large either. He makes up for it in bed though.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average, but when he’s stressed it goes up.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Likes to snuggle up, then will sleep only after you do. He has a heart and needs to know you are comfortable after whatever you both did as sometimes he can be intense.

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 5 months ago

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Orange Show Speedway - Lando Norris

Three years since you had last been here, and a long three years it had been. The Orange Show Speedway was something you had been waiting to attend for those three long years, but things were different this time. The stands were still full of people, the roar of the engines was still music to your ears, and the smell of gasoline was better than any perfume.

However, those different things made more of a difference than anything else good. Every guy at this festival has him in their eyes. Every pair of those that you had briefly met with had him in them. That tiny little sparkle that he had when he’d had a few to drink or when he was laughing at something you’d said, that glimmer of joy when he was having the time of his life, the way that the fireworks bursting or the cars racing by reflected in them.

For that split second, you always thought he was there, and you found a small part of him in everyone you saw. Call it wishful thinking, because that’s exactly what it was. You had wished he were there the second you had sat in the car to drive your way over, since he would usually drive you over anyway.

You never thought about him too much, but you were thinking that night. As you walked around, you were slightly annoyed that every little thing you were seeing reminded you of him. Even if it was something completely unrelated, you could always pick out something that related to Lando.

Normally he was something that may pop into your mind every now and then, and you could easily flick him away like a fly off your arm. But, this time, it was like a fly buzzing around in your brain and you couldn’t swat it away for the life of you.

The hum of it was reminiscent of his voice that just wouldn’t quieten down, constantly nagging you with every step you took. When you talked to your friends, you were waiting for him to chip into the conversation with a funny quip or seemingly dumb anecdote. Yet it didn’t matter how dumb or pointless it seemed, he never failed to make a goofy grin plaster itself on your lips.

You all sat down in your seats, but you were early, so you had plenty of time to spare before the Street Stocks started. You were conversing about the memories of the last time you were there, and you couldn’t help yourself but mention him when it was your turn to recount those preciously perfect evocations

His name hadn’t been spoken, but you were speaking it. You had to in order to get the full story across, since all of your accounts heavily involved Lando. Most of the time, the reason you remembered the moment so fondly was because of Lando, and because you wanted to remember him more than the scenario.

You ignored the small, dubious glances that your friends were giving to each other every time you mentioned him, since it was something you had taken a long time to get over, and they didn’t think you’d want to talk about him anymore. They’d chuckled along, keeping their apprehensive thoughts to themselves.

Despite the thoughts of Lando clouding your brain like a thick fog over a marsh, you were having a good time. Your best friends were with you and you felt OK, despite being eighteen the last time you were there. Even in the entirety of all the crowds and people everywhere you could look, you still felt a slight sense of loneliness, lostness, melancholy.

Before, it was strange to be there without him, but now it was weighing on you like a lead balloon. The feelings you were experiencing weren’t the same. It was still happiness, but one laced with an overwhelming feeling of loss. Your side felt empty like a jigsaw with the middle piece missing.

The more you went on, the more different everything was. It was like the scene around you was morphing into something strange and unfamiliar. It wasn’t a feeling you wanted to grow used to, since it was jarring, to say the least. As much as you could find Lando in every object you laid your eyes upon, it also became something so far removed from the norm that you had to blink twice before everything changed back to normal.

The distance you felt between now and reality was heavily reflective of the distance that had now slotted itself between you and Lando. Those three years had been a detriment to your closeness and the catalyst to the deterioration of your relationship. Time had reared her ugly head, and before you knew it, the two of you had stopped talking.

It wasn’t something you had consciously noticed, you simply thought ‘Huh, I haven’t talked to Lando in a while’, and by then, things weren’t the same between the two of you. It was a shame how everything had changed, and you would have done anything to go back to how the two of you were.

You sat through the different races they were showing that evening, and you had enjoyed yourself as much as you could given the growing pit of unrequited forlornness that was growing without control. The adrenaline rush of watching the cars was enough to silence the buzz in your head for a while, but it was short lived as you were quickly brought back to reality.

The sense of deja vu hit you in the face as you walked through the crowds to where you could see the fireworks. Nearly everywhere you looked, your brain connected the area with a memory and it was like you were watching yourself on the TV. You could see yourself and Lando, messing around or laughing. But, no matter what, you were always happy - there was no doubt about it.

There were some things you wanted to comment on, and you instinctively turned to your left to tell Lando, but he wasn’t there. Why would he be? All the people’s faces blended into one, all of them some peculiar mashup of theirs and Lando’s.

You saw that face, it felt like your head was spinning with regrets and dizzying thoughts. You were both stupid and young, and you couldn’t say you were anything less than so in love with him. However, to your despair, you were just friends. You were riding on the line between doing what was acceptable and angereing his girlfriend - who he didn’t even have anymore.

That one tiny factor made that crippling contrition hit you even harder while you thought about what could have been. It was a funny question to think about. What could have been? It was a question that nobody had ever really come up with a concise answer to. What could have been? It was a question you would ask yourself over and over again until the hands of time stopped ticking in perfect harmony.

What could have been?

It was the crushing realisation that so much had changed within three years and you could have prevented it. You used to have it all: the boy you loved, having the time of your lives together and not having a care in the world. And now it was gone.

The fireworks painted the sky in glittering golds and striking silvers, and it was like your hand took itself to your pocket, unzipping it and pulling out your phone. Your fingers navigated themselves to the voice notes app, and it coincidentally the 4th one in the list.

You watched the fireworks and held the phone to your ear, listening to the recording that you had taken three years prior. “Uh, yes, oh, fireworks!” you giggled, and you could feel yourself nudge Lando in the ribs with your elbow. “This is the best voice memo diary to date, I think,”

You could feel the smile blooming across your face just like it had back then, and it was just like Lando was back by your side, where he was meant to be. “Um, just wanted to update myself. No one listens to these but myself,” you laughed, and you heard the sound of Lando’s chuckle in the background.

“Hey, OK, you got the fireworks,” he told you, secretly just wanting to enjoy the moment in a private capacity instead of leaving traces of it anywhere that wasn't in your minds. Just as you heard the screeching whistles of the fireworks, the sound died and you were brought back to reality.

It was you, your friends and no Lando. Just like it had been for the past 3 years. You, your friends and no Lando.

That wasn’t how it was supposed to be, not in your eyes. It was better when he was here, just like everything else in your life was nowadays. It was funny, really. You didn’t realise that he was slipping away until he was gone. Your eyes blurred over with tears, and the misty fireworks in the sky looked like the cars flying past you on track. Falling in love with him was terrifying, and it had broken your heart into what felt like a million and one pieces. But you still wanted it back, because it was absolutely beautiful.

A/N - Well my darlings, first one back. How are we feeling? I have 'Nobody Likes A Secret - Max Verstappen' nearly ready to go, so that will hopefully come out tomorrow. My inbox is open as always, drop anything you want in there and I'll see what I can do. Hope you've all had a wonderful day, love y'all! 💖

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femmescripter · 2 months ago

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Medley of Maxley Headcanons

Greetings, all! It's been a long time since I've made an original post. So I wanted to make one for a favorite old pairing I enjoy that's been making a resurgence. A collection of all my Maxley headcanons. I hope that you enjoy them! Species Headcanons Max is a Labradoodle, a designer crossbreed between a Labrador Retriever and a Standard/Miniature Poodle. Along with being great family companions they're known for being great service dogs. Both breeds are in the Sporting Group and are water retriever dogs. He gets his Labrador Retriever side from Goofy and his Standard Poodle side from his late mother. I picked this breed for Max because both breeds have loppy ears, black fur and outgoing personalities. Bradley is a Saluki, a purebred dog that originally comes from the Fertile Crescent region of the Middle East. It is well known for its hunting prowess and hunts by sight rather than scent, making it a sighthound. Additionally in Islamic culture it is the only dog that's described as being clean. I picked this dog for Bradley because the common fur coloring for the breed and its background as a hunting dog fits his personality and overall look. It's also used as a mascot for the Southern Illinois University Carbondale varsity athletic teams, called the Southern Illinois Salukis. And being the athlete that he is just made it an even more perfect choice for Bradley.

Regular Headcanons Bradley, being the Alpha male type that he is, will howl at Max when he walks by to tease him. The first time he did it Max whipped around to slap him out of instinct. Bradley barely dodged it but still likes to tease the cute freshman by howling at him. Now Max just rolls his eyes at the senior. Although he can't deny that he blushes a bit whenever Bradley does it.

Max likes pop music, which surprises a lot of people as he comes off as an alternative music type. And recently he's gotten into city pop(Japanese 70's/80's pop songs). So Bradley takes Max on a surprise trip to Japan to attend a live city pop concert.

Max is a chili head, and Bradley tries to eat a super-hot Serrano pepper chili to impress him. Even in spite of the fact that he has the spice tolerance of a two-year old. It goes about as well as you think. But Max is there with a nice, triple chocolate fudge ice cream cone and gives the Uppercrust a kiss for effort.

Bradley is very possessive and dangerously protective of Max. He does not tolerate anyone who's not part of Max's inner circle touching his freshman. Once at a party a guy tried to get handsy with Max when Bradley turned his head for a moment. Max tried to make the guy back off for his own sake - but it was too late. Bradley already had the creep out on his ear. For the rest of the party Bradley keeps Max sitting in his lap. And even as they leave, he carries Max all the way back to his dorm.

Before either of them enters a skating contest, Max and Bradley always rub noses for good luck. It was a little intimate tradition of theirs that started by accident when they bumped into each other - and their noses touched. Bradley quite liked the sensation, and Max finds it cute how the Uppercrust is a secret romantic. So they started rubbing noses for good luck.

Bradley likes to watch 70's/80's Saturday morning cartoons(i.e. Transformers Generation 1 and G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero), but he never told anyone until he started dating Max. When he told him the Labradoodle started watching the cartoons with Bradley - also having an interest in them. Max even got Bradley a collector's edition action figure from a favorite cartoon of his for his birthday. It was then that Bradley knew he wanted Max to be the new Mr. Uppercrust.

Whenever Bradley is upset he'll seek out Max to lay his head on his lap, and the Labradoodle rubs his scalp. Doesn't matter if Max is at the library studying, chilling at the park or it's late at night and he's about to go to bed. Bradley will text him that he's mad and Max immediately knows what he needs. He'll tell him where he is and Bradley will come to him and lay his head down on his lap, an angry pout on his face as he lets Max rub his scalp. Cute as this is, professors did have to express to Bradley that this isn't allowed in the middle of a midterm. When Bradley proposed to Max, he told him that there was no pressure or expectation to take his name or even hyphenate it. He's actually come to like the name Goof - and knows how much it means to Max. The Labradoodle found this very endearing of the Saluki to reassure him. However Max did at least want to hyphenate his last name. So, on the day of their wedding, Bradley Uppercrust the 3rd and Maximilian Goof-Uppercrust were wedded.

Max does get jealous over Bradley, but it's a bit more complex. Along with general insecurity Max is an angry jealous type. Not angry at Bradley - but angry at the person who tries to steal him or make light of their relationship either by claiming Max is just a gold digger or Bradley just has his wealth and looks to offer. Max would be rightfully pissed and tell off the person by saying Bradley is more than just some rich guy. He may be an arse, but he's trying to do better. And how it's more than he can say for his peers who go out of their way to be nasty people. And if it's someone trying to steal Bradley he tells them off by saying how trashy it is to go after a guy who's already attached and how they could have all the money in the world and still not buy good taste. Then he storms off. Bradley of course is elated to see his normally sweet Goof show some fire. And he spends that whole week just spoiling him from roses to breakfast in bed. Footnote: Don't panic at that last part ! He had someone else cook!

Bradley has always had an affinity for horror movies, so when a school dance was coming he got on a Scream costume and did the whole "Do you like scary movies" bit with Max and towards the end asked if he wants to be his "final girl". Dork that he is Max giggled and said yes.

Bradley was so nervous about asking Goofy for his permission to date/marry Max he actually gave him a bridal dowry. Let's just say you could rent two thirds of Spoonerville for what Bradley gave. But Goofy was cool about it and said that Bradley has his permission. Although he would like a new fishing rod, and Bradley happily got him a top of the line one.

Max wears a white-tailed suit to give the illusion of a gown as the bride and a veil. Bradley wears a classic black tuxedo as the groom. In place of a garter Max wore an ankle band for Bradley to take off and toss. A very special headcanon for all of you House of Mouse enjoyers! Bradley comes to the club every night Max works and always tips him. None of the Gammas, even Tank, go along with him after the first dozen(well for the other members it was the first three times, for Tank it was the first dozen) times because Bradley so shamelessly fawns over Max in his uniform. Older Disney characters like Aladdin and Hercules try to tell him to just talk to Max…but as the kids say, he fumbles the bag. Often. It takes Pongo doing his old ring around the leash trick to literally bring the two together for it to finally click and they actually get together romantically. Max's pet name for Bradley is dreamboat, while the Saluki's pet name for the Labradoodle is macaron. Max speaks fluent French thanks what he learned from his late mother's side of the family, as she originally hailed from Paris. While he doesn't have an accent per se his voice does change into a distinct tone when he speaks French. And it really gets Bradley in a romantic mood any time Max says so much as "croissant". Bradley's Family Headcanons

Bradley having emotionally/physically abusive parents or even a whole rotten family is getting really tired out. So, I'm going to do what Spongebob said and make aggressively NICE people!

Bradley's father, Bradley Uppercrust the Second or Bradman as to avoid confusion with his father or son, is a successful man and a man about town. He's intelligent, a strong leader and also a family man. However…he's a might uncoordinated. Like very uncoordinated. Like…Well like this fella here. For those who don't know, for reference's sake, this is Inspector Clouseau from the original live action Pink Panther film franchise.

Anyway, Bradley could never understand how in the world his accident/danger prone father got to where he was without offing himself just by walking on air. But if nothing else Bradman has a good head on his shoulders(which is amazing that he can keep it on) and is always there to support his son. However, he does wish that Bradley would tone down the intensity at times. As such Bradman views Max as a true blessing as someone who can keep his son grounded and as much on the straight and narrow as possible. Eloise Uppercrust is a mix of two women. The kind you see in beauty pageants, and the kind you see play as the dangerous femme fatale luring the hero to their doom as she was the villain all along. If Bradley got his smarts and looks from his dad, he definitely got his cunning and athletic prowess from his mom. Eloise is not a woman to trifle with, especially when it comes to her loved ones and career. She's a woman filled with ambition and righteous fury. But she can take a moment to settle and be a peaceful lamb when in the presence of her two most favorite men. When it comes to Bradley's fierce competitive streak Eloise does blame herself as she feels she didn't teach her son that there are times when you should stop and not go overboard. So, when Max comes along and shows himself as being both able to keep up with Bradley and having the willpower to make Bradley stop when he needs to, Eloise immediately approves of her future son-in-law. Mercedes Uppercrust, or Mercy for short, is Bradley's tween younger sister. She's usually reserved by nature but does have a wild side that she lets loose when she gets a burst of excitement. Mercy is very close to Bradley but felt that she was losing touch with him after he got more involved with the X-Games and felt that he was more focused on being the champion than he was being a person. And, by extension, being her big brother. So when Max came into the picture and began to help Bradley get on the road to the redemption Mercy looked up to the Labradoodle as a hero. A child prodigy in her own right, Mercedes has a predilection for all things music and cooking. Her favorite instrument to play is the harp and she greatly enjoys baking. And when she learned that Max is a culinary arts major and likes to listen to music Mercedes told Bradley not to blow it with him. Bradley Uppercrust the First, or Grandfather Lee, may be an older gentleman but he has a sharp mind and a strong spirit. Being the doting family man that he is Grandfather Lee loves his son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren very much. When it comes to Bradley he wants nothing more than for him to find the person that he wants to be and for him to be happy in his choice, rather than trying to continue what he thinks is a legacy his grandfather is trying to set up. Grandfather Lee actually takes a great liking to Max as his bright spirit reminds him of his dear late wife. And as it happens the oldest Uppercrust has a rather surprising past that not even Bradley was fully aware of. In his youth, Grandfather Lee was a vocal coach who taught the one and only Powerline. And he was actually backstage when Max and Goofy got on stage with the singer at his concert all those years ago to provide support for his old student. So, in a way, Max has actually "met" Bradley's family early on. Suffice to say - Grandfather Lee gives Max his blessing. Max is a Gamma AU Headcannon

Deciding that he wanted Max apart of the Gammas more than anything, Bradley begrudgingly agreed to let P.J. and Bobby join the Mu Mu fraternity as well. So the freshmen all joined in with the Gammas for the X-Games. And before long Max pretty much became the den mother of the bunch. Having lived with a single dad Max knows about how to run a house and clean. Even though his aloof, free-spirited nature would have you thinking otherwise. He listens to the other Gamma members and talks to them when they need a sympathetic ear. And he knows how to cook actual food, which has certainly worked to strengthen the bonds of brotherhood. Max's kind nature has also helped Bradley chill out. So much that this year he decides not to cheat for the X-Games. Mainly because he knows how disappointed Max would be if he found out.

At some point when Goofy arrives at the college, though, Bradley does feel compelled to come clean to Max about not always having been the nicest guy(understatement) but quickly adds that Max made him want to change. Of course Max is disappointed like he expected him to be. He even contemplates quitting the team. But eventually he's just glad that Bradley decided not to cheat this time - and tells him he'll stay if he puts in the work to win the competition fairly. Bradley does so, and the Gammas do win. It doesn't take much after that before Max and Bradley start dating, and the king soon lands himself a freshman consort.

#Bradley Uppercrust III #Max Goof #Maxley #Headcanons #Bradley's family headcanons #Species headcanons #Gamma AU Headcanon

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snowykuromi · 3 months ago

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rafayel x fem!reader

♡ "going for a nice drive, your hands on the wheel and you're touching my body" ♡

genre: fluff

a/n: no Rafayel's car doesn't look like the one above I just thought it was a cute picture I found off Pinterest lol

It's your day off work and you're casually lounging in your bed playing with your Nintendo Switch until- ding! A notification pops up on your phone next to you. What does this goofy sea urchin want now? You love his company but wow could he be dramatic and unpredictable at times. You click the message notification and, to your delight, see that Rafayel simply sent you a good morning message checking up on you. Smiling warmly at your phone, you answer his text, engaging in a brief yet pleasant exchange.

You smile and blush down at your phone, giggling into your hand like a school girl. Despite when he tries to cheat at Kitty Cards, he's a fun guy to be around so you're excited to spend a day of leisure with him.

After stretching a bit, you finally roll out of bed, put away your Switch then start your morning routine, brushing your teeth, doing your hair and makeup.

[Pick your date outfit and comment your choice]

Once you're dressed, you sit on your couch and scroll through the Moments app while you wait when you get a text saying he's arrived. You grab your purse and head out the door, meeting him outside. He's leaning against his sports car waiting for you, his arms crossed and a smile on his face when he sees you. It almost looks like he's posing for a photoshoot. It's hard not to do a double take at the handsome sight before you. His outfit consists of a navy blue tucked-in flannel with two buttons undone to show off his chest a bit, high waisted black pants that accentuate his long legs, a black overcoat and some fancy loafers. The amount of money he had on his body alone would probably make you faint if you knew the number. Then again, it's Rafayel. He could look good regardless of the price tag on his clothes.

Seeing your reaction, he catches onto how you're checking him out and laughs. "What's with you? You look like you wanna drink me up," he says with a smirk, holding his arms out for a hug. Hugging him, hiding your flustered face in his shoulder, you take in the scent of his high-end cologne from a brand name you probably couldn't pronounce. "You could be a male model if you weren't an artist," you remark, turning your head to avoid his gaze. Rafayel practically gleams when he hears that. He plants a kiss on your cheek to express his gratitude. Seeing him so happy at your compliment warms your heart. After all, you do know he loves his words of affirmation.

"Let's get going, cutie. I wanna spin the block with you," he says with a wink, as he holds the car door open for you like the gentleman he is.

You two buckle up (safety first) and Rafayel drives off. "Ya know, baby, I have done some modeling before if you wanna get technical," he mentions, flipping his hair in jest, eliciting a laugh from you. "I know. I've seen you posing in magazines and your selfies online. Not sure the second part counts," you tease. The playful banter goes on as you enjoy the ride together. Outside, the sun is beaming, not too brightly but just enough to shine through the half-way opened car window, allowing you to feel the warmth and the gentle wind on your skin. It's the kind of day where it's sunny yet breezy. Neither too hot or too cold but just right. That's how you felt being with him in this moment. Just right.

He turns on the radio, careful to keep his eyes on the road. Tek It by Cafuné soon fills the car, causing Rafayel's eyes to light up. "Why don'tcha do a duet with me, Y/N?" You cover your face shyly, giggling at his suggestion. He starts singing the first chorus, his hand on the wheel, nudging you to join him with him other and all you do is timidly sway along to the music, listening attentively to his singing as he moves onto the second verse. Maybe it's because of his merman genes or something but his voice is lovely. You watch him, very impressed and decide to just let go and have fun by joining him in the next chorus.

🎵 I watch the moon

Let it run my mood

Can't stop thinking of you 🎵

Suddenly, you've forgotten all about your shyness and find yourself shouting the lyrics passionately.

The song ends followed by your guys' outbreak of joyous laughter as he affectionately rubs your thigh with his hand. "Wow, Rafie. You've actually got a great voice. I'd like to hear you sing more often," you tell him.

He glances at you, his eyes glistening with adoration. "It's not fair unless I get to hear you sing more often as well. We should do karaoke sometime," he suggests. "Hmm we've never tried that before. Its a good idea," you agree. Turns out, it was fun jamming to music with him and you wouldn't be opposed to doing it more often.

The chatting and jamming to music progresses for a few more minutes until Rafayel makes a stop in front of what appears to be some kind of cute little snack store. From the outside, you see through the glass that the store is very pink with various Japanese kawaii decor and isles of snacks. He parks his sports vehicle and you look up to read the romanji-written sign with a cute cartoonish panda holding an onigiri next to the name. "Panda Okashi," you read out loud before turning to him. "The name sounds Japanese." Rafayel pinches your cheek and nods. "Yup. A Japanese snack store a friend told me about," he explains. "Figured you'd like this kinda thing, cutie."

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Inside, the store isn't big but it's not super small either. Doing a quick scan, you can see that there's isles of chips, drinks, candies, baked goods, a small frozen section in the back and even a Sanrio themed claw machine near the entrance. And you sure did squeal with glee when you saw that claw machine especially when you saw the theme. "Rafie look!" you exclaim with one hand on his shoulder, pointing with the other, beckoning him to follow your gaze. "There's a claw machine just like at Twinkle Toys! But with Sanrio plushies! Can we play the claw machine after we shop?" He chuckles and takes your hand while you two start walking around, gawking at you adoringly, finding your enthusiasm endearing. "Sure, cutie. All that playing will make us hungry so let's get our snacks, yeah?"

You and your purple-haired Lemurian companion chat and look around together at all the options the shop has to offer. Upon walking through the chip isle aimlessly, your mouth practically waters when your sight fixates on something delicious. Knowing Rafayel's affinity for seafood, you excitedly ask him if he's ever tried takoyaki before and when he says yes, you point to some round, takoyaki flavored Calbee chips and some takoyaki flavored Lays, suggesting that you try them both together. He eagerly agrees, adding them in the cart. After doing further browsing, he also suggests on getting two pineapple flavored Ramune drinks as well as some Hello Kitty strawberry marshmallows.

You guys go to check out the items and Rafayel refuses to let you pay for them. "Fine but I'm paying for the claw machine in that case," you say in a insisting tone. "You two are such a cute couple," says the cashier lady. "Enjoy the rest of your date," she says, handing you the receipt.

Huh? Couple? You're feeling shell shocked (no pun intended) as if your heart is about to jump out of your chest. "Thanks! We will," Rafayel responds nonchalantly, much to your surprise. Why is he acting normal? Did he not hear what you heard? Is something wrong with your ears? Why is he not denying it? Your mind is racing and all you can do is laugh awkwardly and thank the lady. Once the snacks are acquired and secured in the car, you and Rafayel head back inside to play the claw machine. "Wanna win me a plushie, babe?" The cashier lady quietly chuckles when overhearing. Him suddenly calling you 'babe' takes you off guard, making your ears turn red. And if you think he doesn't notice it, he does.

"Um yeah. Actually, I know exactly what to get you!" You perk up, pointing to the plushie Hangyodon (a blue Sanrio fish character) holding a star. "Look, Rafie! It's you holding a star!" He feigns offense, crossing his arms and pouting. "Whadaya meeean? It's cute but that thing looks like it has botched lip fillers. My naturally full lips add to my handsome features." You bust out in laughter at his remark. "Wow so rude. Who says he has lip fillers? Maybe he was born that way," you say, pinching his cheek. During a few rounds of playing, you win a Hangyodon plushie for Rafayel. His reaction was adorable, him wrapping his arms around you and peppering your forehead in kisses.

To thank you, he won you a (insert favorite Sanrio character) plush and has his plush give yours a kiss.

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After leaving the store, Rafayel drove you to a nearby pier where you to sit, talk, eat the snacks and watch the ocean together, his arm wrapped around your waist. "Thank you for taking me out today. It means a lot" you say, expressing your thanks. His ombre eyes glisten in the afternoon light, fixated on the waves, his hand rubbing the side of your waist in response. "You don't have to thank me. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than here with you," he says, leaning his head on your shoulder. You play with his hair and he let's out a relaxed hum, closing his eyes. A calm, comfortable silence between you lingers for a bit, leaving only the sound of the waves.

"You know, Rafie," you say, breaking the silence. "I love being with you." He perks up from his relaxed position to look at you, his eyes glossy and its apparent how happy you made him telling him that. "Even if you can be annoying sometimes," you add, sneering at him light-heartedly. He crosses him arms with a hmph that makes you snicker. "Whaaatever. And here I thought you were being nice for once!" You giggle and ruffle his ash-purple hair. "You already know you're my favorite fishie. I love being with you." Rafayel's eyes soften at your words and he becomes serious, his stare into your eyes feeling so intense it almost makes you nervous. In this moment, Rafayel becomes hard to read.

"Y/N...do you love more than just my company?" It takes you a moment to process what he just said.

"H-huh?"

"Because I hope you know I love more than just your company." His eyes are sincere and gentle as they lock with yours. It's surprising you're even able to maintain eye contact with him.

"R-Rafayel...what are you-"

He doesn't even give you time to finish your question before landing his lips on yours, kissing you tenderly yet with a hint of yearning. "How can we keep ignoring this?" The look on his face when he pulls away is desperate, yet affectionate as he asks you this. You could play dumb all you want but you know exactly what he means by that. And it pains you not pour your feelings out to him and risk hurting him with your silence but you just can't seem to find the words to say. "It's been hard," he continues. "Knowing you're more than just my bodyguard. Acting all lovey-dovey together only for us not to anything about it. When are you gonna ask me out already?" You roll you eyes at his last line. "You could've also asked me out, you know," you say, returning his previous kiss, holding his chin in your hand. The first kiss had caught you off guard but this time, you're able to process the sensation. His lips are soft against yours until he breaks the kiss to say, "In that case, will you officially be more than just my bodyguard?" Your eyes widen at the sudden question being dropped like a bomb, finally breaking what little tension was left that even the kissing couldn't break.

He clears his throat and reiterates his question. "Will you be my girlfriend?" You blush and smile, lacing your fingers in both his hand, your eyes glossy and you can't help but feel grateful for everything you've shared with him that's lead up to this moment. All the times he's kept you company. The way he's been able to see right through you when your feeling down without you even saying anything and cheer you up like no one else. The way he makes you laugh with his childish, dramatic antics. You kiss the beauty mark on his nose. "Only if I can call you my boyfriend," you say. He embraces you close and rests his chin on your shoulder. "Of course you can, silly girl."

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tododeku-or-bust · 2 months ago

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i want to ask, when do you think all this 'taking' of aave into general white vocabulary, making it trendy, really stripping the meaning from it began? (if that question makes sense.)

im a teen (not white. not black) and have lived in a majority (I mean literally 96%. I checked) white town pretty much my whole life.

despite that. i hear a LOT of (what i presume is supposed to be) aave. used absolutely wrong. i hear "goofy ahh" from my peers DAILY.

years ago, the main thing people criticized was "simp," that it was aave and white people had watered down its meaning. since then, that problem has exploded. so like.... what happened that made it get to this point?

I would be lying to you if I said I had an exact like, year or something that white people began stealing specific aspects of culture from Black Americans, including AAVE. But for pop culture, it's been happening for over a century 😅 beginning of the 1900s at least. you can find black and white videos of white teenagers listening to music that they loved, stunned when they find out it's Black artists singing it. Black people weren't supposed to be human, making things they liked! White studios would re-record Black artists' music and sell it to white children, as they wanted the profit from Black culture without Black people. The blues and jazz were considered "devil music", meant to entrap good Christian white children and women into "fornication and marijuana with Blacks and Mexicans and Jews".

So it's really always been about wanting our labor, creation, and profit, without having to deal with us as a people. And that mindset goes as far back as the beginning of chattel slavery, wanting me to cook your food and pick your cotton and build your economy, while refusing to acknowledge that I'm the reason you have any of it. So while it's not so overt in 2024, the appropriation of AAVE (while punishing Black people for speaking it) is one of the ways that same entitlement continues. It's just that in 2024, many white people are so used to being able to appropriate that when we all finally started pointing it out, it got uncomfortable real quick. Because you couldn't always do that as easily as we can with the internet.

#i hope that made sense #'i got it from the internet' from WHO on the internet

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opinions on yoshis story? imo that game doesnt deserve to have music that good

I haven't played very much of it and I've been meaning to do something about that forever. I've played some of it and I've watched others go through most of it.

I know I've seen a little bit of modern grumbling (I don't know if this was a point of contention when the game came out because I was three at the time. OK I looked up some reviews from the era and it looks like it was also a thing people were mad about back then. LOL) over the fact that the game isn't more like "Yoshi's Island" & that it feels like it's aimed more at younger audiences. I dunno. I've never been bothered much by games with some tie to one another doing something different. (Some of the response reminds me of Transformers fans being upset over Hasbro making toys and shows for very young children sometimes; admittedly maybe I'm off the mark here.)

It's a very easy game if you want it to be. You can just eat any fruits you want forever and it's over in a blink. And it's fine. It's fine if the video game lets you beat it very fast if you want to. You can also try to collect only one single kind of fruit in a level and that makes things take longer and makes them feel like more of a scavenger hunt (especially if you're trying to get all the melons). I think that's neat. There's sort of an interesting design trajectory from "Super Mario World" to "Yoshi's Island" where the levels become a little longer, a little more meandering, a little more exploratory, sometimes (not always, and not massively, but it's still there) a little less linear. No time limit. Going for collectibles instead; making every level about getting a score of 100 (if you want to). You can see that iterated on in "Yoshi's Story"! No singular end point of the level. Bigger rooms to explore (while still keeping levels relatively short). More of a focus on puzzle solving and exploration. Collectibles simplified to one meter that you fill up, but there are multiple things that can fill it & you get rewarded for only collecting one kind. (And also the hearts that let you pick what level you go to next. There's a lot of "opening up more of the game for yourself if you want to go out and look for it" here. Are there other collectibles, actually? I don't really remember...) Secret fruits that give even more points. It makes the levels feel more like puzzle box toys that you roam around in. It's neat that they designed that for younger kids and it's neat that you can make it more difficult if that sounds fun to you. (I would have to play more of it myself to decide if going for all melons is fun for me specifically. But I like it on paper, y'know?)

The pop-up storybook theming is cute and the visual aesthetic of the game overall works really well. It feels like arts & crafts dioramas made by kids (or with kids) so they could play pretend with their toys while reading a storybook. It's got very strong toy feel overall. The music is really fun!!! It does the dynamic soundtrack thing where some parts of the track change depending on your health!!! I'm always clapping my hands like a seal with a game's music changes depending what I'm doing!!! Maybe it's a little silly of me to say this, given that it's a sentiment I've had in the past, but nowadays I scratch my head a bit at "the music in this has no right to go this hard" type comments. It goes hard because the musicians got hired to make it like that. (I'm imagining a guy who thinks the "Yoshi's Story" music is the hardest music ever created and I'm smiling serenely about it. I hope he's real & I hope he's out there somewhere.) I'm glad they let Totaka do something that feels at least a little experimental for the goofy Yoshi babies storybook super happy yay & jumping throwing game soundtrack. It's a fun contrast, isn't it? It feels very of-the-era in a way I'm having trouble externalizing outside of "well it's a little weird and multi-genre". It's neat that they all have a shared melody that they draw on.

Thanks for reading my short essay on a childrens' video game I haven't played a lot of yet. I need to go take a shower now.

#Also I remember the dying & game over screens really scaring me as a kid. LOL

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allieisacrybaby · 1 year ago

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Summer Nights Like This

Julien Baker x Fem!Reader

no warnings, just pure summery Julien Baker fluff :)

The sun slowly descended across the horizon, the birds chirped happily, and the breeze blew cooly across your face, carrying the smell of freshly mown grass and citronella. It was the perfect summer evening. You were perched on the back porch bed swing in your Nashville home that you shared with your partner Julien. You were reading your book in utter bliss when the sound of the sliding glass door opening and closing redirected your attention from the fantasy in your hands to the woman approaching you.

“Hey punk, how’s your book?” Julien asked, cozying up on the bed swing next to you. Sticking your finger in the book to not lose your place and reply,

“So far, so good. I’ve made quite the dent in it today.”

“That’s awesome.” she smiles, but her eyes tell a different story.

“What have you been up to? I haven’t seen you much today.” you ask. JB sighs, slumping her shoulders forward. That was your cue. You find your bookmark, stick it between the pages, and tuck it next to you, giving her your undivided attention. JB sees your shift in awareness and pulls your dangling legs from the edge of the bed swing and into her lap, getting extra comfortable. Once she’s situated, she begins,

“I have this vision, but I just can’t seem to recreate it. I can hear it so clearly in my head, but I just can’t find a way to put it into reality. I’ve spent all day mixing different instruments and chords together, and I just cannot get it right for the life of me. It’s been absolutely exhausting and frustrating.”

“I’m sorry, love. I can’t imagine how frustrating that must be. How about you call it a day and spend the rest of the evening out here with me? We can put on some music, make dinner, and sit out here and enjoy this beautiful summer evening. How does that sound?” you suggest.

“Really? Princess, that would be amazing.” JB smiles, you can see her body relax, and she gives you that big ‘ole cheesy grin.

“Of course! Ok, here’s the game plan. You’ll connect to the Bluetooth speakers out here and play whatever you want and just relax, and I’ll get to work making dinner inside. Oh! Do you have any requests for dinner? We have a lot of stuff because we went grocery shopping yesterday, so I can whip up whatever you want.”

“I could really go for some pesto pasta.” she sheepishly responds.

“Coming right up!” you grin, popping up from your spot on the swing. Before you can get far, Jay grabs your wrist and pulls you down for a kiss. It’s sweet, tender, and warm, just like her. You blush deeply and scurry off to get dinner started.

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Entranced in preparing the pasta and the song's melody playing throughout the house speaker system, you don’t register the sliding glass door opening and closing or the soft thump of Blundstone boots across the hardwood floor. You only register that another person has entered the kitchen when a pair of sun-warmed tattooed arms wrap around your waist.

“What are you doing in here? You’re supposed to be outside relaxing.” you chastise sweetly.

“I got lonely. I missed my girl.” Julien smiles, resting the side of her cheek on your back, effectively smooshing herself into you.

“Well, dinner is almost ready. I just need to plate this after mixing the pesto and tomatoes into the pasta. If you miss me that much, you can sit at the island and watch, but I can’t finish dinner if you’re wrapped around my waist, baby.”

“Fine, but we're eating dinner on the bed swing so you can sit in my lap.”

“Deal.” you agree. She unravels her arms from around your waist and gently kisses behind your ear before making her way to a barstool.

After plating the pasta and pouring drinks, you and JB return back outside, plopping down onto the bed swing, plates of pasta in hand. JB sits her plate down to the side and makes grabby hands in your direction. You know immediately what she wants, and you shake your head with a goofy grin and scootch your way into her lap.

Taking in the countryside before you, the sun had finally set, and what was left was an orangy hue spreading a precious glow just above the rolling planes of land. Absolutely breathtaking.

“I’m so glad this is our home.” you sigh out in gratitude, leaning into Julien’s sternum.

“I mean, yeah, but this house isn’t really my home, though,”

Furrowing your brows in confusion, she shakes her head and continues,

“You’re my home. I could be anywhere in this world, and the minute you’re there with me, in my arms, I’m home.”

“JB, that is the cheesiest, sweetest thing you’ve ever said. You’re such a sap.” you smile, tears slowly welling in your eyes.

“It’s true. No house could ever replace the feeling of comfort you bring me.”

“Jay, Stop it. I’m gonna cry, and I haven’t eaten my food yet.”

“I’m sorry, doll, I’m sorry. Let’s eat this delicious food my little chef has so kindly cooked up.”

Dinner consisted of little talking, many satisfied groans of appreciation for a good meal, and a couple of stolen kisses. By the time you’d finished eating, the sun had been replaced by the moon, the chirping birds were replaced with chirping crickets, and a smattering of stars had appeared across the midnight-black sky.

“That was delicious, baby, thank you.”

“Of course. I’m always happy to take care of you when you’ve had a rough day.” you smile, snuggling into her side.

A particularly chilly breeze rolled over the two of you. JB grabbed the tattered quilt that lay over the back of the swing and covered the two of you up.

“I could stay out here forever.” You sighed, nuzzling your nose into Julien’s neck. Wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you closer to her side, she smiled down at your sleepy face.

“Me too, doll, me too.”

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