#Earlier I was thinking about how he works out at the gym pretty often

[huenyang]

pairing: kang taehyun x gender neutral reader / genre: fluff, meet-cute, college au / word count: 1.8k / notes: yet again we are in self-indulgence city smiles

summary: the headache that was previously a nuisance leads you into forming a new friendship - or something more, even.

You don’t remember how long you’ve been laying on the floor of your dark room for. You can’t bring yourself to care, either, thankful that at least like this, your day-long migraine is finally starting to die down.

As your head starts to hurt less and less, your thoughts come easier and easier. Finally, you can think back on the day and try to rationalize how you’re going to make up for an entire day of lost classes.

Fuck. You really didn’t want to think about that, though.

It’s not like you were a stickler for school, but you still preferred to keep your grades up like any normal person. You were in college for a reason, and as much as you weren’t going to destroy yourself studying, you’d like to have good grades, at the very least.

Usually, a single day of missing classes wouldn’t be too bad, but you had already missed quite a few other days, and the work was starting to pile up.

The white ceiling seems to mockingly stare back at you as you run back your day, brows furrowed in concentration as you try to remember any important details or things you should make a note of.

There’s probably not that much I’ve missed today.

Just as you conclude today wouldn’t make much of a difference on your already big pile of missed work, your phone dings repeatedly from across the room, the screen lighting up and begging for your attention in the darkness.

With a groan, you lift yourself off the floor and towards the noisy beast that was your phone. The brightness almost blinds you in contrast with the rest of the room, and you curse yourself for not turning it down before. But most importantly, the reason your phone lit up in the first place: a message.

And the one part of your day you’d mostly forgotten about.

From: Taehyun hey! this is taehyun from class earlier you gave me your number for the project but i didn’t want to message you right away no pressure to respond tho i hope your head feels better

The message’s contents threaten to make your headache come back, but you can’t bring yourself to feel upset. Taehyun had approached you, in your headache-induced misery, and offered to do a group assignment with you so you didn’t go grade-less.

A sweet action, but you can’t help but want to kick your past self in the shin. You had kind of hoped nobody would have to interact with you while you were in that state.

You barely knew him, really. Had heard his name here and there; smart guy with good grades, gym rat, campus heartthrob, even.

Taehyun was known for hanging out with a pretty interesting group. People who talked to him and his friends would often say they had no idea how all five of them even got along, with how different they were. Individually, they all seemed like stark opposites, but if you saw them together you would, without a shadow of a doubt, understand they were close.

Friends aside, people knew Taehyun as a smart guy who always seemed eager to learn no matter the subject. It was no secret that his grades were pretty high most of the time, or at least that’s what the rumors that traveled north to south told you.

So, if anything, at least you’d ended up with someone who knew what he was doing for this.

The next time you meet with him, it’s at the library. You had planned to meet up and start working on the project a couple of days later, the library being the natural first choice.

Your palms feel slightly clammy, still, though. You had never properly talked to this man, and if it weren’t for the unfortunate timing of your headache, you probably wouldn’t ever have. You just weren’t really the kind of person to talk to strangers so freely, much less someone with a reputation already above their head.

To add to all of it, you end up being late. A mixture of exhaustion and staying up late makes you oversleep past your alarm, and consequently, not be as punctual as you had hoped.

Blame it on your own brain, but It’s hard not to see him when you arrive at the library.

In fact, he looks like he fits perfectly around his surroundings. The hood of his jacket is pulled up over his head, the glasses on his nose reflecting his phone screen at you. You’d say he almost looks like a cliche straight out of a y/n story, the rows upon rows of books that stretch around him acting like the claws of a storybook trapping its main character inside it’s story.

But even from this distance, you can finally understand why people say what they say about him.

Taehyun is, indeed, insanely handsome. It’s a little strange, even, the way he fits into the descriptors of smart, handsome, with eyes that reflect the glow of the world itself — like someone had taken his very essence and put it into a couple of words.

Obviously, you know that those words are not nearly enough to describe anyone — much less him. But you allow yourself to live your fantasy, even if for just a second.

Unfortunately, you’re not here to drift off into daydream.

Swallowing your heart that threatens to beat right out of your throat, you walk towards him, the sound of your shoes against the faux wood flooring too loud in your ears.

“Hey,” he greets easily, putting his phone away as he sees you approach. “how do you feel?”

You kind of want to grimace and scream and sink into the floor all at once. You’ve been here for a total of five whole seconds, and even though this is basic decency, the nice words coming out of Taehyun’s lips entangle themselves around your heart and squeeze it like an old sponge. 

“Better now.” You nod, sitting down next to him and pulling your laptop into the table. “Sorry for being late, I uh… Woke up, late.” 

Taehyun offers you a smile. A small one, but you still feel like it could brighten up the whole world if he wanted it to. He waves your concern off, saying it’s no big deal, and that it happens.

The shift from small, awkward talk into schoolwork is quick. That’s what you’re here to do. But as time goes on, you find that Taehyun is easy to talk to. His voice smooth as he explains a bit you didn’t quite understand, smile infectious as he cracks a bad joke that has you mirroring his happiness with your own.

By the time you decide to call it quits for the day, you’ve made a lot more progress than you thought you would. It’s also been a few hours longer than you thought it’d been, being so engrossed in your work and work partner.

You shut your laptop with a deep sigh. Next to you, Taehyun leans back on his chair and stretches his arms behind his head, making a noise that you frankly can’t describe as anything but a cat trill.

A noise that makes you feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach. Like cupid has completely missed his target and instead used boxing gloves to deliver his curse.

“Jesus…” He exhales, relaxing and letting his arms fall to his sides. “That was good. I didn’t expect to get this much done.”

“Yeah, we really did a lot.” You hum in agreement. “That’s all thanks to you though, I can’t believe you understood half of that! I swear, that professor only knows how to explain things one way.”

He turns his head, bashfully, at that. “It’s nothing. I’m happy to help, either way! And it’s not like you’re stupid, either. You helped me with the parts I didn’t fully understand.”

“No, but really! You’re really smart, I can’t believe you didn’t just — I don’t know, get excused to just do this by yourself! You’d be perfectly fine!”

Maybe your voice came out a little louder than you intended it to, because from the corner of your eye you can see people nearby turn their heads toward you. Some of them scoff or roll their eyes slightly, and you make a face. Oops.

If Taehyun notices, he doesn’t show it. Instead, his full attention seems focused solely on you. Like you’re the only person in the room right now, like you’re not in a public library, surrounded by students cramming for their exams and pretending to work on their own projects.

It’s gone as quick as it appears, however, because he grins so big his eyes smile too, replacing that look of pure devotion with unbridled joy.

You feel insane, maybe. The screws in your head are falling out as we speak, kind of crazy. 

This is absolutely ridiculous, the way this man has you feeling like you could outrun an olympic track runner. Everything he does kind of makes you want to sink into the floor and also maybe give him a kiss. Just maybe. A little bit.

God, this is hopeless. I’m hopeless.

While your brain is busy with your own situation, you don’t notice how Taehyun’s ears seem to be just a shade redder than they had been before. How he seems to divert his gaze ever so slightly. How his smile dips into something a touch too affectionate.

He chuckles, breaking you out of your stupor.

“Okay, okay.” Is his answer, if anything, just to get you to stop talking like that about him. “I’ll accept it, but on one condition.”

Oh? Curiosity ignites in you, anticipation and nervousness mixing into a concoction that laps at your feet like a treacherous ocean’s waves.

Nothing could have prepared you for his next words. Somewhere in the back of your head, the little voice in your brain high fives itself, but the normal part of your consciousness feels the anxiety gathering in your hands in the form of sudden, excessive sweating.

“Let’s meet up again,” he breathes, and you can almost hear the tremble in his voice. “Not for school. As friends.”

It feels like your soul has left your body entirely. Like you’ve been physically and mentally cut out from reality in a pathetic puff of smoke. He cannot be serious. This is not real.

“Um.” Great start, idiot. “I… I mean, okay.” Despite how terribly your sentence comes out, Taehyun smiles. That smile of his that has been plaguing you all day, beaming so bright it could permanently erase every shadow from the world.

You’re no stranger to the tiredness that weighs down your bones and glues your eyelids shut for a second too long when you blink. No stranger to the faint headache that you drown out with over the counter medicine as you make your way to class.

But when it comes to Taehyun, you feel as if you could get through anything.

#txt x reader #txt fluff #txt imagines #taehyun x reader #taehyun x gn reader #taehyun soft hours #taehyun soft thoughts #taehyun fluff #writing tag

[extasiswings]

20. you’re in a car with a beautiful boy and you're trying not to tell him that you love him. Please!

Feeling unhinged over recent spec so here we are.

After the lightning, Eddie starts to notice things.

Well, no. If he’s honest, he’s always noticed, he just never let himself admit it. He would play games with himself to avoid acknowledging the obvious, like pretending that if his eyes tracked the flex of Buck’s back while he did pull-ups in the gym, he was just admiring Buck’s form. If he got a little breathless or his mouth went dry, it must have been because he was dehydrated or had been working out too hard himself.

If he tried to convince Buck to spend the night after they put Christopher to bed, well, clearly it was because Buck couldn’t possibly drive back to his own place after a 48-hour shift and a single beer consumed hours earlier.

Flimsy excuses, paper thin, but he made them. And for the things that he couldn’t make excuses for, he simply refused to think about them, shoved them so deep into a corner of his mind that he wouldn’t have to.

If I die, you become Christopher’s legal guardian.

Why are you just telling me now?

Because Evan…

(Not an answer).

After the lightning, he lets himself admit the truth. About everything.

Like the fact that he’s in love with Buck.

That he’s been in love with Buck for years—long enough that Ana never had a chance because his heart was thoroughly claimed well before they met.

That when he gets breathless and distracted by Buck’s bare skin, it’s because he wants to put his mouth on it. Or that when he can’t stop staring at Buck’s hands, it’s because he’s wondering what it would feel like if they touched him, how Buck’s fingers would fit into the spaces between his own or curled into his hair.

Or inside him.

After the lightning, Eddie knows that the reason he never wants Buck to go home is because as far as Eddie’s concerned, Buck belongs with him, with Christopher. As far as Eddie’s concerned, their home is Buck’s home.

And the reason it makes him feel like there’s a monster clawing at his insides whenever he thinks about the fact that Buck gave himself to virtual strangers in an attempt at making a family…

Well. That’s really his own fault, isn’t it? If he hadn’t taken so long, if he had just been honest sooner, he could have made Buck understand that he already has a family. A child. A life.

With them.

There’s one thing Eddie notices that is new though. The fact that, after the lightning? He’s not the only one looking.

Buck looks too. Catches him more often than not, so the two of them both know that something has shifted, that they’re somewhere new even if neither one of them is saying anything.

Eddie wants to. Say something. The words sit on the tip of his tongue, sharp and sweet, making him ache with the desire to let them fall.

He aches. He wants. He loves.

But he can’t tell Buck. Not yet.

Buck isn’t ready. Eddie can tell that he isn’t ready, that he’s so in his head and so afraid that Eddie could offer him everything in the world, anything…and he’s pretty sure Buck would run away. Because Buck will trust him to do anything except stay.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks. They’re in the car, Buck driving Eddie home from Bobby and Athena’s. It’s been an eventful evening between Hen and Karen announcing that they’re taking in another foster child and Chim and Maddie getting engaged, and Eddie has been watching Buck since the moment he slipped outside when everyone else rushed the newly engaged couple.

Buck’s profile is in shadow as he focuses on the road ahead, and Eddie’s eyes track the movement of his throat as he swallows.

There’s enough of a pause that Eddie thinks Buck might not answer, but finally he says—

“I’m happy for her. I am. Chim is so good for her and she deserves the world. I guess I just can’t help wondering…”

He trails off and Eddie hears what he doesn’t say.

When is it my turn? When do I get that?

Eddie swallows hard. Bites his lip. His eyes drop to Buck’s hands where they’re wrapped around the steering wheel, solid and sure. A pang of longing stabs through his lungs, stealing his breath.

Whenever you want, he wants to say. You can have that whenever you want—just tell me and I’ll give it to you.

I love—

Eddie forces his mouth to stay closed until he’s managed to swallow back every dangerous declaration. And what he says instead is—

“Stay the night? We could make breakfast with Christopher in the morning.”

The quirk of Buck’s lips feels like a victory.

“Sure. Why not?” He looks away from the road for just a moment to catch Eddie’s eyes. “Your couch is going to kill my back one of these days though.”

So don’t sleep on the couch.

Eddie doesn’t say it. But he doesn’t say anything else either. And from the way Buck looks away quickly, his cheeks flushing lightly, Eddie thinks maybe they both hear it anyway.

Soon, he promises himself silently. Promises both of them. Soon.

Because after the lightning, it’s only a matter of time.

#chapel writes #buddie #prompt fill #starlingbite #eddie diaz

[bwabbitv3s]

Good Godfather Vlad AU - Part 4

Link to Part 1 Link to Part 2 Link to Part 3

This took way longer than I expected, but it is done!

@kaitouhime @krzys2000 @moobloomrights @spooky-fm @undead-essence @theblackcatscratchpost

Concerns and Realizations

The next day passes in a bit of a blur up to the evening dance in the old high school gym. He almost does not know what to do with his plans all crushed and swept away with the revelation earlier in the week. Vlad feels himself being tugged along as if in a dream he had long ago thrown away. It is almost like when they all first meet and Vlad found some of the first people to take his racing mind and sharp tongue as interesting not off putting. 

He does notice that the Fenton’s son seems to be a little jumpy today. Glancing off at the ceiling, windows, and floor for some time before nervously going on with his time. Jack tells him aside away from prying eyes that Danny has been having some anxiety issues. Grades are dropping and he has become more accident prone to the point they bought an entire set of plastic plates and glasses. He has not been sleeping well with reports from teachers about him sleeping in class. 

He and Maddie are trying to be very thoughtful about approaching him as he had issues in the past with bullies. It has not been going well as the boy keeps dodging the topic every time they try to talk to him about it. They want him to know he can talk to them about anything and they will support him. It is why they brought him and Jasmine to the reunion. A chance at a break from school and seemed just the thing to help. 

Whenever he spots the boy it appears to get worse as the day goes on. What was easy to brush off as a nervous tick has become a real concern. By the evening Danny looks like he is expecting something to jump out and try to murder him. Vlad decides to try approaching Danny about it even if it is just to give him an excuse to get out of the Fenton’s smothering.

“How are you Danny? I can hardly imagine what you and the other children are very interested in watching all of us go about things from before you were born.”

The boy practically jumps, hands twitching towards something not there at his waist. 

“Uh, yeah. This is pretty boring you would think after a few days everyone would be caught up by now.” Danny nervously answers. 

“It has been quite a long time since many have seen each other. Not everyone can sum up a decade of time quickly.” Vlad says. Allowing the deflection to stand. Danny seems to be calming down a little. 

“Say, do your parents still go on ghost hunting trips or did they stop after graduating?” Vlad asks in curiosity. Ghosts and the portal had become a taboo topic since the revelation earlier in the week. As soon as Vlad finishes asking Danny gets a long stare as if seeing something in the distance.

“Not too often anymore. I mean they don’t need to go someplace to hunt ghosts anymore. Now with Amity being so haunted since the portal opened.” Danny bitterly says. 

“They actually got the portal to work!” Vlad exclaims in surprise. 

“Yes, have they not gone over their greatest scientific breakthrough with you yet?” Danny answers with a surprised look.

“I don’t think they want to talk about it as it is close to the accident.” Vlad responds mind racing. 

How did they get it to work? He had tried over the years to get a version of the portal to work himself. Tried different locations of thin spot to connect to it. After his powers started to manifest in a bid to get answers. It never worked. Not so much as a spark. Let alone something stable if it is causing an entire town to be haunted. His latest project to work was a short range tracker of sorts to locate the echos a natural portal left behind. It is how he was able to find the ghosts he had initially hired. Shaking away from that though he looks back at Danny. 

“That is surprisingly emotionally intelligent of them.” Danny says. 

“Did they ever get through the stabilization issue?” Vlad asked in curiosity.

“It just sort of stays open. They had to build a blast door to keep it sealed off. I am not sure how it stays open.” Danny responds.

“Fascinating.” Vlad says. 

"I just wish it would keep the ghosts from coming through. Been weeks since I got to sleep without the alarm going off that something has come through." Danny sighs out.

"Ghosts have been coming through that regularly?" Vlad asks in curiosity.

Most of the natural portals he had gotten to study rarely let things through even the ones that stayed open for a week.

"It is like nearly every other day. Sometimes every day something even just an ectopus comes out. I just want to not have to deal with them so much " Danny says.

"Deal with them? I am surprised your mother has not caught enough to cataloged them in a scientific paper yet. It was always her dream to get tangable proof of ghosts." Vlad says.

"Yeah by ripping them apart molecule by molecule. I am sure eventually they will if they could keep them from escaping. Kinda hard to catch something that can slip through solid objects." Danny says turning away a bit.

Vlad nearly flinches at this. One hand going to grip his wrist as memories of the hospital surface. A slow bubbling horror of what his newly renewed friends would do if they found out he was part ghost. It would not even be on purpose. Just can you do this test Vlad? Only a little blood to look at under the scope. The panic spiral screeches to a halt when he sees the self soothing gesture that Danny is making.

Stepping closer to him in concern while shoving down his own fear to process latter he feels it. That flush of warmth that signals a ghost is nearby. Tensing he scans the room stepping closer to Danny. There should be no ghosts here. Had one of the ghosts he hired decided they were not happy with payment? It increases as he steps closer again to Danny. As the boy shivers and breaths out and a cloud of frost despite the warm room. That is the final missing puzzle piece that clicks into place for Vlad.

~ Sorry for the abrupt end to part four. I just needed to update it now despite the end not being quite where I wanted it to be. Better done than perfect~

#good godfather Vlad au #danny phantom #good godfather vlad #danny fenton #vlad masters #danny phantom au #the fentons are trying so very hard to not talk about ghosts to Vlad #it is really hard for them #Danny is just waiting for the ghost that has to be here to just show themselves #Vlad I am so sorry but you held it together! #Danny is about to gain a very protective godfather

[gubboob]

Can I request a little bit of fluff with Bokuto, Hinata, and Tanaka? I love thems. 🥴💖🐇

All three of them bite you fs, its out of love and a wait to irritate you. 

Fluffy HC's and some scenarios !!

Bokuto Kōtarō

Wants to go bird watching with you, as a fun little date

Learns from Akaashi that you cannot feed them bread, especially ducks.

Devasted, he planned on buying at least 10 loaves of bread from a local bakery.

Sits outside your house waiting for you to finish getting ready

his hair is deflated since he's come empty-handed

while walking to the park you quickly notice the change in demeanor, his bubbly nature is reduced to short responses, and stares at the local pigeons nudging pebbles.

You reassure him that it is okay, and cup his hand, pouring birdseed into his palm and kissing his cheek.

Bokuto's heart stops and he falls in love with you all over again.

Moves his face so you lock lips, cups your cheeks and closes his eyes.

You do not realize until after you feel crumbs of seed on your face, pushing him away in anger.

"BABY I PAID FOR THAT!!!"

"WHOOOOPSSS"

Continues to smooch you even as birds begin to crowd, eating the food that fell onto the concrete.

One time during practice, the managers started hogging you.

Now he isn't EASILY jealous but, you were BASICALLY IGNORING HIM!!! (he did not see you for 5 minutes).

Rambles to Akaashi how the always take you away and it isn't fair

He's YOUR boyfriend

why should they get all the attention?? Yes, you are amazing but he doesn't want to share!!!!

Hinata Shoyo

After practice he picks you flowers, even if he gets scolded by the gardeners and his teammates. He cannot bring himself to stop.

Pretty flowers remind him of his pretty s/o.

Play fights with you, very aggressive, it starts out as a poke and ends up into a full brawl on the floor.

You're pinning him down and tickling his stomach and he's had enough

switches position and while you are on the ground he bites your nose.

"OWWWWWW"

"oh sorry let me kiss it better (Y/n)."

IT WAS A RUSE HE JUST BIT YOU AGAIN

You harshly stab his stomach with your finger and he topples over laughing and groaning in pain.

"It wasn't even that hard Sho..."

"YES IT WAS I THINK MY KIDNEYS WERE MOVED!!!"

"Want me to kiss it better?"

Before he relents, Hinata remembers what he had just done to you earlier.

"NO!!!!"

Kageyama thinks you're a distracting but good influence.

Uses you to his advantage

You motivate Hinata, he performs better when you are around.

(Whole team is super appreciative)

Hinata is into physical affection and quality time

holds your hand, bag, shirt, jacket, anything he can get his hands on truly.

I don't think he is super good with words, but if you enjoy compliments he'll shower you in them, he knows how good it feels to be praised and wants to show you that love.

Gifts you trinkets

Wraps himself around you any chance he gets, swinging your arms while you walk down the hallway holding hands

Offers piggy back rides (HE IS AN EXPERT!!!! He has a younger sister and she taught him the best techniques).

Licks your cheek because it catches you off guard.

Races your friends to get a seat next to you at lunch

Begs you to feed him when his body is particularly sore, or he is just affectionate.

Usually just an excuse to stare at you and get special treatment

Tsukishima cannot believe Hinata pulled you

Hinata's been harboring a crush for years

You stumbled into the gym one day and was captivated by his performance, ever since then you've been his number one fan.

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

Stares at you in awe

Brags about you to his sister and all his friends

introduces you as the love of his life.

Kiyoko is in love with you

she thinks you are gorgeous

tries to steal you away and convinces you to become a manager whenever Tanaka isn't around (rarely)

Tanaka's glued to your side

He knows how to cook since he does it often to feed his sister or for himself whenever she's running late from work.

Cooks your meals, he loves the domestic feel of it

You help Tanaka study in return

rewarding him with questions for every question he gets right

Tanaka is secretly good at massages

Makes out with you behind the school

got caught a couple of times

Tanaka asked if he could be your boyfriend

none of this "Do you want to be my s/o" nonsense!!!!

Immediate swooning.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fluff #bokuto x reader #haikyuu bokuto #hinata shoyuo #hq #hq x reader #hinata x reader #tanaka x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro #fanfiction #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #hq fluff #bokuto fluff #bokuto hcs #bokuto koutaro x y/n #haikyuu x reader #gubbytalks #gubby 😖 #tanaka x y/n #tanaka ryuunsuke x reader

[callsign-magnolia]

I Hope You Dance // Ch. 43

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss. VIOLENCE this chapter is especially violent so please be cautious when reading!

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.2k

Chapter 42 | Masterlist

After a few minutes of him holding me, I pulled back. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home? Especially early.” He sighed, leaning down to grab his bag. “We had to go dark after our last call. But Mav found out we were coming back early and sent Bob to get me.” I smiled. “That’s why he sprinted out the door without an explanation.” He nodded. “Well I’m making lunch right now, fried chicken salads with homemade ranch.” He hummed, resting his forehead on mine. “That sounds like heaven.” I nodded, reaching for the bag strap but he stopped me. “Come on. I’ll toss this in the washer while you go shower.” He shook his head. “Showered before I got off the ship earlier, so I just need to change clothes. How about you make lunch while I toss this in the washer, then I’ll change and we can eat.” I nodded, smiling widely. “Okay.” He went to walk by me when I stopped him, grabbing his glove clad hand. “Damn, you really do look good in your dress whites.” I said as I ran my hand down his chest. “Just a few minutes, pretty girl and I’ll give you all the attention you want.” He said before placing a kiss to my forehead. I held his hand as we walked into the kitchen, not letting go when he made the turn to go into the laundry room.

“Mags?” I hummed as he looked down at me. “You have to let go of my hand.” He said as a grin threatened to split his face in two. “Hm, but I really don’t want to.” He just chuckled, gently kissing my forehead before dropping my hand. I went back to the counter, chopping veggies while Bradley went upstairs to change. He looked absolutely dreamy in his dress whites; it made me giddy to think that’s what he’ll be wearing as we stood on opposite ends of the aisle. I was startled by arms wrapping around my waist, a bare chest pressed against my back. “Looks delicious.” He whispered in my ear, pressing a kiss to the back of my head. He pulled away and I felt his fingers in my hair. I cringed and pulled away. “Please don’t.” He pulled his fingers from my hair, wrapping it back around my waist. “I’m sorry, I just forgot you had some hair pulled out.” I nodded with a sigh. “I just hope it grows back in time for the wedding.” He pressed his lips to the back of my head and I could feel the smile on his face. “I’m sure it will, and if not, you’ll still look beautiful.” I couldn’t hold back the grin on my face. “Thank you, honey.” He squeezed me one more time before the oven beeped and Rooster pulled the croutons from the oven. “Homemade?” I nodded. “Yeah, in order to save money for the wedding I changed up the grocery list a little. So the bread is homemade, I buy our eggs from one of the guys on base. Him and his wife have a shit ton of chickens. Um, I try to buy as much as possible on sale. I stock up on veggies, slice them and freeze them.”

He smiled at me as he leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his broad chest. I finished chopping everything and placed it in bowls before turning to him. “You hit the gym more often?” I noticed his arms were a little bigger and his abs more defined. “It was the only thing that kept my mind busy when I wasn’t doing paper work.” I nodded, admiring him. He was shirtless with a pair of basketball shorts on. I met his eyes to see he was staring at the right side of my face, my stomach rolling. “Come here.” He grabbed my hips, lifting me onto the counter. He spread my legs to stand between them, his hands creeping up the side of my ribs. “I missed you so much, pretty girl.” He said as his nose nudged mine. “Oh, I missed you too, Roo.” He smiled, his lips molding against mine. My arms wrapped around his neck as his crept up my back. I knew I missed him, but now, with his lips against mine it was like the other half of my heart had come home. His tongue licked my bottom lip, coercing me to open my mouth. Our tongues clashed as a sigh escaped me. He moved from my lips, opting to kiss across my right cheek, his lips ghosting over the bruises before he leaned down to my neck, licking it. “Bradley.” I sighed as I pulled him closer if possible. “Fuck, I’ve missed those little noises you make for me.” I smiled as one of my hands found its way into his hair. Soon he pulled away and kissed me one more time. “I see your hair got a little longer.” He said as he twirled some of it. “Yeah, I’m trying to grow it out.” He grinned at me, kissing my nose. “Short or long, I think you look beautiful.” A blush crept up my cheeks as I giggled.

“I can’t wait to see the venue.” I gasped in excitement. “Yeah? We can go tomorrow! I can call Margaret and let her know!” He smiled at me as his grip around me tightened. “Mm, We both have some time off work for a few weeks. Let’s hold off till Monday. I just wanna keep you in my arms for the weekend.” He whispered as he rested his forehead on mine. “I like the sound of that.” He smiled, kissing me again. “Alright, I’m hungry and you know what? It’s nice outside so let’s go sit on the deck.” He said as he clapped his hands together, rubbing them. “Well, you might wanna go see your girls first. They’re out back.” He smiled, stepping away and helping me off the counter. I swung the back door open to see both dogs sunbathing on their backs. “Girls.” I called and no one moved. “Daddy’s home.” Immediately they both flipped over, looking at us almost to see if I was lying. But as soon as they caught sight of him, they were off. They rushed over as he sat on the floor, Sadie leaping into his lap as Dahlia all but tackled him. “Hi girls!” He cooed, pulling them both close. Kissing their heads as they licked his face, “Okay, gross! Stop!” He laughed out. They backed up just enough for him to give them love individually. “And you.” He said as he grabbed Dahlia’s collar, pulling her closer. “I owe you a lot big girl.” He said as he pressed a kiss to the bridge of her nose. “She is missing a tooth but that’s okay.” I said as I crouched down next to him.

Loud barking from Bradley’s lap caught my attention. “Yes, little girl. You did good too!” I said as I picked her up, nuzzling her fur. “She laid in front of me after he ran out. I thought she was gonna take down the officer when he rushed in.” Bradley chuckled, petting her. I put Sadie down and we went back inside to finish the food. We grabbed our plates going outside, he took one side of the small table and as I walked past him, “Oh no.” He said before wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me down into his lap. “Want you as close as possible.” He said before pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. So, I stayed in his lap, relishing in this peaceful moment. Soon the wind picked up and dark clouds rolled in. “Come on, we’ll clean up the kitchen and then snuggle on the couch.” I nodded, following him inside and bringing the dogs with. We cleaned up before he headed for the living room when I stopped him. “Wait! Close your eyes!” He grinned, doing as I asked. If he had seen the piano, he didn’t react any way. I led him out to the living room, placing my hands over his eyes. “Okay and open them!” I let go, stepping to the side to see his reaction. For a second there was nothing, he just stared at it. “Roo? Do you not like it?” What if he didn’t? Did I cross a boundary? Maybe it brought up old memories that upset him.

He walked over to it, a blank expression on his face. He sat on the bench, running his hands over the keys. “My parents had a piano exactly like this.” “That’s why I got it.” I said as I walked over, crouching down next to him. “Hey, if you don’t want it, I-“ He gently grabbed my hand, pulling me up and into his lap, straddling him on the bench. He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his back. I noticed his breathing get deeper and deeper before feeling tears running down my shoulder. “Oh, Roo.” I cooed as one hand went into his hair, scratching his scalp. I gently pressed my lips to his hair as I held him. After a few minutes he picked his head up, looking at me, his eyes red and cheeks puffy. “I love this. You have no idea how much it means to me that you went through the trouble of finding this and bringing it home.” I smiled down at him, holding his face in my hands as I rested my forehead on his. “No trouble at all. I made Hangman, Bob and Coyote do it.” He laughed loudly, quickly standing with me in his arms. “Ooh, you have been working out.” We laughed as he walked us over to the couch, flopping down, landing us on our sides. I yelped as I landed on my right side. “Oh shit!” Rooster jumped up, helping me sit up. “Honey, I’m so sorry. You know I’d never do anything like that on purpose.” I nodded, wanting to cradle my cheek but I know that would make it worse. “I know, Roo.”

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” I nodded. “Can you grab me an ice pack from the freezer and wrap it in a rag?” He nodded, launching out of his seat and rushing into the kitchen. As quick as he went, he came back, gently pressing the ice pack to my face. I hummed in relief, placing my hand over his. “Here.” He laid on the couch, opening his arms. I smiled, laying in his arms, the ice pack resting on the right side of my face. “I meant to ask, what’s growing in front of the porch?” I giggled. “I clipped some of the roses you sent me for Valentine’s Day and planted them.” He pulled me closer, grinning against my hair. “Really?” I nodded, intertwining my fingers with the hand that’s splayed across my belly. “Yeah.” “You are one amazing woman.” Soon his breathing evened out, and I smiled, his heart beat against my back lulling me to sleep. This nap was one of the best I had ever had, being wrapped in his arms was soothing, not only for my anxieties but for my soul. I felt safe with him, safer than I ever had in my adult life.

I woke up to rain pattering against the windows, my eyes slowly opening as thunder rolled. I looked towards the front of the house and jumped up when I remembered that all the windows in the house were open. I rushed to the one by the front door, closing it quickly. “Everything okay?” I turned to see Rooster sitting up on the couch, the blanket he pulled over us, pooling around his waist. “Yeah, I accidently left the windows open and it’s raining cats and dogs outside.” I said as I rushed past him, trying to get all the windows closed before the floors got soaked. “Are the ones upstairs open?” He asked as I rushed into the kitchen. “Yeah!” I yelled out and heard his feet stomping up the stairs. Once I got all the windows closed and cleaned up what little water poured in, I leaned against the counter to grab my phone, shooting a text to my mom.

Just wanted to let you know, Rooster’s home.

I still think I should come see you.

No. I’m okay, just focus on riding out this tour and I’ll see you for the engagement party.

I’ll still check in. Give Bradley my love.

I will. Love you.

Mom has been freaking out about me being here without Rooster. Even though the team has been here, she still would’ve preferred Bradley. “What’s got you so focused in your phone, huh? A boyfriend I should know about?” Bradley said as he wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my neck, his mustache tickling me. “No!” I giggled as I tried to get away from him. “It’s my mom. I told her you were home and she wanted me to give her love.” He smiled, rocking us back and forth. “Well, what does my fiancé want for dinner?” He asked, making me giggle. “You just got home. What do you want?” I asked as I leaned back, cradling his face in my hands. “Mm, I’m feeling like Italian.” I rolled my eyes. “Really or are you choosing that just because you know I love Italian?” He hummed, kissing the back of my head. “No, I really want pasta.” I smiled, grabbing the menu for the Italian place we like and handing it to him. “Go ahead, order dinner.” He smiled, kissing my cheek before dialing the number on the menu.

A while later the food was delivered and we set up on the couch, plates in hand as we curled up together. Tremors was on tv, so we turned it on, laughing occasionally until suddenly the power went out. “Son of a bitch!” I cursed. I groaned, leaning my head back onto the couch. It was still a little daylight outside, so it wasn’t too dark in the house. “I’ll go check the breaker.” I nodded as he got up, setting his food on the end table and heading for the laundry room. I heard him flip the switch a few times before he huffed. “Nothing. That wind is harsh so it’s probably down lines, or a transformer.” I nodded as I finished my food. “Want a beer?” I shook my head. “We don’t have any. If I had known you were coming home, I would’ve bought some.” He chuckled, sitting next to me. “Wine?” I shook my head “I can’t have it with the pain meds I’m taking.” He furrowed his brows. “What are you taking?” “Hydrocodone. I only take it when needed, which is mainly at night.” He nodded, finishing his own food. “Well it’s gonna get dark soon.” I nodded. “I’ll pull out some candles so we aren’t shrouded in darkness.” I said as I dropped my voice down an octave.

I went into the guest room, pulling down a bunch of unscented candles, lining them up throughout the living room. “Ooh, romantic.” He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I giggled as he buried his face in my neck, his mustache tickled as he left kisses. “Stop!” I giggled as he turned me around, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Fuck. I’m so happy to be home with you.” I cradled his face in my hands before placing another kiss to his lips. “I’m so happy to have you home too.” I looked outside, seeing the rain had slowed drastically. “Come on girls!” Both dogs jumped up, rushing to the back door as I let them out. “Hurry!” We laughed as both dogs tiptoed through the wet yard, Sadie doing a better job than Dahlia. Soon they came in and we had to dry them off, drying off Sadie before I turned to Dahlia. She looked at me with her big eyes. “Don’t you dare.” She dropped her head, and I held up the towel as she shook the water off of her. I looked over at Rooster who stood there, eyes closed, arms out, covered in water droplets. I couldn’t help but laugh, my head thrown back as a loud laugh escaped my throat. “You think it’s funny?” I squealed, attempting to get away when he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my back flush against his soaking wet chest. He swung me around for a second before setting me back on my feet.

“Oh no, now we need a shower.” He said sarcastically. “Let’s just get the dogs dry first.” We got them dry before Bradley was lifting me into his arms bridal style. “Let’s get naked!” He said a little too enthusiastically before carrying me upstairs. Stripping was quick, clothing discarded in all different directions before I pulled him into the shower. He pinned me against the wall as the water cascaded over us, his lips molding against mine. All the hunger we’ve had for each other in our separation pouring out, almost suffocating us. We didn’t want to pull away, even to breathe, but we eventually had to. I smiled up at him as I reached between us, my hand wrapping around his cock. “Fuck.” He muttered as his nose brushed my cheek. “Are you that needy?” He moaned as I nodded. I smirked at him before sinking to my knees. “Ooh, what are you up to sweet girl?” I opened my mouth, the swollen head of his cock resting on my tongue as I gave it a kitten lick, his head falling back against the shower wall. “Just trying to please my fiancé.” I said before sucking gently on the head, precum leaking down my throat. “You just have to smile, and it pleases me sweet girl.”

I took him a little farther back in my mouth, but not too far since my jaw was still sore. I ran my tongue along the vein on the underside, causing a shiver to run up his spine and a heat to pool between my legs. “Mags, you don’t have to do this.” He said as one hand buried itself in my hair, gently gathering. I hummed as I pulled him out, my lips popping around the head of my cock. “Mm, just wanna please my man.” I went back to licking the head, using my hand to pump him. “Fuck, Mags. I’m not gonna last long.” I hummed, sucking on him as I rolled his balls in my hand. “Then cum for me.” He groaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, honey. That’s it. Haven’t cum since Valentine’s Day.” I smirked knowing he was waiting till he came home. It wasn’t the reunion either of us were expecting with my injuries but I’m always happy to get on my knees for him. Since Bradley and I have started having sex I will happily give him head. With Aaron, I hated it because he would fuck my face till my jaw was bruised to hell. Rooster appreciates it and makes it enjoyable for me as well. “Mags.” His chest was heaving as I looked up at him, he was looking down at me, his brown eyes a shade darker than usual.

“Yes?” I asked as I pulled him from my mouth, working my hand around him. “That’s it, pretty girl. Yes.” I watched as his abdominal muscles rippled, balls tightening as his release covered my face. “Oh, fuck.” He moaned, looking down at my now cum covered face. He ran his thumb along my cheek, gathering his release before slipping his thumb between my lips. I licked it clean before standing, his thumb and pointer finger gripping my chin and tilting my head to kiss me as his other hand reached around grabbing a handful of my ass. “Let’s finish our shower, we have all night to finish this.” I said as we pulled away and he grinned at me. “Oh, you’re in for a long night pretty girl.” Oh, I was anticipating it. The rest of our shower was soft touches, washing each other’s bodies, longing kisses that showed how much we truly missed each other. Once we got out, he slipped into some boxer briefs, and I slid on a black lacy thong and one of his Phillies shirts. By now it was dark outside, so we lit all the candles that we had downstairs, a soft glow filling the room. “Now we just need entertainment.” I said as I lit the last candle. “Oh, I got that covered.” Rooster sauntered over to the piano, looking like a literal Adonis as he did so. He worked out a lot onboard and it shows. His abs were more prominent, his arms were bigger, and his thighs were thick. Even his ass had a little more curve to it.

I smiled, walking over and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “What are you gonna play?” I asked, nipping at his ear lobe. He hit some familiar keys, making me giggle. “You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain.” I laughed loudly, dancing around him as he sang. Ending with me falling into his lap. “Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” Once he finished, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a kiss. “Can you play?” He asked as we pulled away. “I tried learning while I was recovering, but I only learned a few notes to one song.” He smiled, resting his forehead on mine. “Play for me?” I smiled, turning to the keys as I stayed perched in his lap. “Don’t judge me for my lack of skill.” I said and he chuckled. “I could never judge you, sweet girl.” He pressed a kiss to my temple as I situated my hands on the keys. I slowly played the first few keys, the only ones I knew before turning back to him. “What song is that?” He asked, brows furrowed. “It’s familiar but I can’t place it.” He was so cute when he looked confused. “Love is Gone. It’s by Dylan Matthew and Slander.” He still seemed confused. “Sing it?” I nodded, tapping the keys again. I sang through the first verse, but his memory seemed to click when I sang the chorus.

“I'm sorry, don't leave me, I want you here with me I know that your love is gone I can't breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn't easy Don't tell me that your love is gone That your love is gone.”

I finished out the song, turning back to him. “Recognize it?” He had a glassy look in his eyes, as if tears were forming. “Yeah.” It was a whisper, nothing more. “You okay?” With that he sniffled, leaning his head down to wipe his eyes. “Roo? Hey, honey.” I turned in his lap to straddle him, taking his face in my hands and gently lifting it so he would meet my eyes. “Talk to me? You know you can tell me anything.” He knew he could, but he also knew I would never push him to talk if he didn’t want to. “After that huge fight we had at your mom’s concert, this song played in the car on the ride home.” I pursed my lips, not really knowing how to respond. “Every station I flipped to, that song was on. It was like a torturing reminder that you didn’t love me, and I couldn’t escape it.” Tears of my own spilled over as he hung his head, laying it on my collar bone as I wrapped my arms around him. “I do love you. I wish things played out differently for us. But we’re on the other side.” I gently lifted his head, smiling at him, wiping tears from his cheeks. “I love you, and only you. You are way too good for me and to me, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m never running from you again, I promise.” He had no response, nothing other than squeezing my waist and burying his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders again, rocking us side to side. My hand found its way into his curls, scratching his head as I hummed quietly.

We sat there for what felt like hours, but in reality, was probably twenty minutes. It gave me time to think, too much time. My biggest fear was him getting hurt because of me, and his biggest fear was me running. It still hurts to know that I hurt him the way I did, even if it was to protect him. And honestly, I still don’t think I’ve forgiven myself. That was something I definitely needed to bring up in therapy. We sat there for a few more minutes before he lifted his head. “I’m sorry.” I said, wiping his cheeks free of tears. “For what?” He asked. “For hurting you.” He just smiled at me through glassy eyes. “You did. But I forgave you a long time ago, pretty girl.” He said as he rested his forehead on mine. I had a deep appreciation for his honesty. He could’ve looked at me and said, ‘No, you didn’t hurt me.’ Which I would’ve known was a lie. But it made me feel better knowing he acknowledged it and forgave me for it anyway.  “I love you, Mags.” I smiled as he gently kissed me. “I love you too, Roo.” He grabbed my left hand, pulling it up to his lips for a kiss before running his finger over the ring. “She’d be so happy that you have this.” I smiled at him. “This means more to me than any ring you could’ve bought me.”

We sat there for a few more minutes before thunder hit, rattling the house. I looked over to see poor Dahlia shaking like a leaf. “Oh, baby. Come on.” I slid off Bradley’s lap, grabbing Dahlia’s blanket and her favorite stuffy. “Come on.” I encouraged her to follow me, Sadie following closely. I walked her into the bedroom, opening the closet door for her. She rushed in, seeking solace in the dark and quiet that the closet offers. I laid her blanket down, allowing her to lay down before laying her stuffy under her chin. Sadie crawled over, curling up next to her. “Alexa, play music.” The Alexa turned on, playing the country station I last had it on. I made sure it was loud enough to drown out the thunder and I cracked the closet door so the lightning wouldn’t scare her. After that I went back downstairs to see Rooster playing a few keys on the piano. “She okay?” I nodded. “Sometimes storms scare her, I find putting her somewhere like a closet where it’s dark and quiet soothes her. That and Sadie curled up with her.” He chuckled. “Your guard dog has an emotional support dog.” I giggled at his observation. “So, what do we do now?” The storm was still raging outside, and we had no power. “Ever play poker?” I asked, smirking at him as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I like that look in your eye.” He walked over, reaching into the entertainment center and puling out a deck of cards. He slid the coffee table away so we could sit in the floor. He shuffled and dealt me mine and his before we set the stack in the middle. “Strip poker. Loser takes off an article of clothing.” I giggled. “There’s three pieces of clothing between us.” He nodded. “Shouldn’t take long.” We both threw in some chips, staring at our decks intensely. “Flush.” I huffed, laying down my cards. “Three of a kind.” He cheered, fist pumping. He quickly got on his knees, leaning over to grab the bottom of the Phillies shirt I had on, yanking it over my head. “That’s better.” He said before one hand wrapped around the back of my neck, yanking me into a searing kiss. It caused heat to pool in my belly. His free hand reached up, grabbing my breast, causing me to moan. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, opting to pinch my nipple before leaning down, taking it into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my nipple, making a loud gasp escaped me. “Roo.” I whined and just as my hand found it’s way into his hair, he pulled away, sitting back down across from me as I whined. “That was mean.” He just smirked at me, dealing another hand.

We watched each other carefully before he smugly laid down his hand. “Full house.” He smirked at me, raising his brows. “Royal Flush.” His smile fell as I reached across, flicking his waist band. “Get ‘em off.” He quickly stripped his boxers off, tossing them behind him. I decided to return the favor, leaning forward and grabbing his semi hard cock, licking a stripe along the vein on the underside. He threw his head back, moaning before I pulled away, sitting back in my spot. “You’re a fucking tease.” I smirked, opting to sit on my knees when I sat back down. “Best two out of three?” I nodded. Either way my panties would come off, but I knew he wanted that moment to rip them off of me. It was a short round him laying down a royal flush when I had nothing. The second I threw down my cards, he was on me. He tackled me to the floor, his lips smashing against mine. My legs wrapped around his waist, his cock resting heavy against my pelvis. “Fuck.” He muttered as he pulled away, grabbing my hands and pulling me up. He grabbed my thighs, lifting me before dropping me down onto my back on the lounge part of the couch. He kissed me before standing, grabbing my underwear, he lifted my  legs in the air, sliding them off before chucking them somewhere before he smirked at me.

He kneeled on the lounge, placing kisses on my ankles before slowly working his way up my leg. I shivered as he placed a kiss to the back of my knee. He kissed my inner though, his nose brushing just next to my clit. “Roo.” I moaned, taking deeper breaths so I didn’t jump his bones. “Just hang on, pretty girl. I got you.” He laid down on the lounge, positioning himself perfectly between my legs. He pushed my thighs apart, giving him better access. I moaned loudly as the tip of his tongue circled my clit. “God I’ve missed the sounds you make.” He said before diving his tongue into my entrance. I gasped, my hands finding their way into his hair. “Oh yes.” I moaned out. His nose brushed my clit as he continued to lick into me. He kept a grip on my legs, keeping them pushed back against my shoulders as he sloppily ate me out. The sounds he was making as he sucked on my clit were obscene, and it made heat pool in my belly. That tightening sensation had me moaning loudly. “Bradley. God, don’t stop.” I begged sitting up just enough to watch him. I could see his tongue flicking against my clit as his eyes met mine, but I also noticed he was grinding into the end of the couch. “Yeah, Rooster.” I encouraged, my hand holding his curls in a vice like grip.

I couldn’t resist grinding against his tongue, watching his hips roll down into the couch. “Come on. Roo, I’m so close!” I called, waves of pleasure hitting soon after. I froze as he pulled my pelvis flush against his mouth. I cried out, attempting to pull away but the grip he had on my legs wasn’t allowing it. I practically had to push him away, the over stimulation being too much. He smirked as he rose onto all fours, leaning over me to place a kiss on my lips. I could taste myself on his tongue, a moan escaping me. “You need a little attention?” I asked, gripping his cock, making his breath catch in his throat. “I saw you grinding into the couch Roo.” He groaned, grabbing my leg again, lifting it up to my shoulder. “I can’t help it, watching you cum on my tongue drives me crazy.” He said as he placed one more kiss to my lips, before lining himself up. I ran my nails down his abs as he slowly slipped in. I hissed in pain, having to get used to the stretch again.

“You can take it, pretty girl.” He always knew the right things to get me going. Inch by inch he buried himself inside me until he was buried to the hilt. “See, I told you you could take it. You always do.” My eyes could’ve rolled back in my head. I never knew you could miss such a sensation, he was sitting still, not moving at all and yet it still felt almost euphoric. He trailed his hands from my thighs to my ribs, holding me tightly there. I met his gaze, his eyes seeming to be a few shades darker as he stared down at me. “Rooster.” I said as I wrapped my hands around his forearms. “Fuck me, Roo. Please.” I could hardly stand it, this long without him and I already felt my mind going hazy. He obliged, slowly pulling out before slipping back in. It was all slow thrusts and sensual kisses but soon I needed more. I sat up and he pulled out, his smirk growing wide as I braced myself against the back of the couch. I arched my back, my ass sticking in the air as Rooster took the sign to stand. He gathered my hair in his hands, slipping back in. “Oh.” I moaned loudly. He pulled my hair, tilting my head back, meeting my gaze as he fucked me. “God, you feel like heaven around me.” He let go of my hair, wrapping his hands around my neck as he railed me. “Did you miss me? Huh? Miss the way I fuck you?” My only response were loud moans. Between his hands around my neck and the fact I felt like my brain was in a haze, I couldn’t say anything. “Words, Mags. Wanna hear you speak.” He said as his pace picked up. “Yes.” I moaned out as the sound of skin clapping became louder than the rain.

He let go of my neck, placing kisses down my back as he fucked me. I felt stupid at this point, barely able to hold myself up. If I wasn’t leaning against the back of the couch, I would’ve been face down ass up. “Come here.” He slipped out, pulling me into his arms before laying me on my back on the floor. He slid back inside, intertwining his fingers with mine as he held them next to my head. He had changed his pace, being slow and gentle as he fucked me. “Fuck, you’re on the pill, right?” I nodded, realizing we hadn’t grabbed a condom. “Don’t pull out.” I said as I pressed my heel into the small of his back. That seemed to drive him crazy. “You want it, honey? Want me to fill you up?” I nodded as he let go of my hands, opting to wrap his arms around me as I dragged my nails down the back of his shoulders. I felt another orgasm building, loud moans filling the room from both of us. “That’s it, Roo. Yes!” I cried as my orgasm washed over me, my dripping cunt pulsing around his cock, causing his own orgasm to hit. “Oh fuck. That’s it, Mags.” He moaned out as he stilled inside me, his cum filling me as my head fell back. “I love you, pretty girl. More than anything.” I smiled as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you too, Rooster.”

There was no point in cleaning ourselves up after that, seeing as once we hit the bedroom I straddled him, riding his cock. Needing my fill one more time before we laid down in bed. We laid there, his head on my chest as his arms were wrapped around my waist. My hands were in his hair and rubbing his arm. “Do you think we could bring the dogs to the wedding?” I raised a brow, shrugging. “We can talk to Margaret at the venue. I’m sure we could.” He smiled, watching as Dahlia was still curled up in the closet. “I’d like that.” I smiled down at him, placing a kiss on his head. “Get some sleep Roo, we have plenty of time together.” He tried shaking his head, but he was already halfway asleep. It wasn’t long before he completely knocked out, my hands still threading through his hair. It felt good to have him home, it helped to put my mind at ease a little. But I still worried. They haven’t caught Daniel yet, and I was worried he would come back, and now with Rooster home, I worried even more. I looked down at him, peaceful as ever in his sleep. I looked back to the bedroom door, deciding I would stay up tonight to make sure nothing happened. “We’ll be okay.” I muttered as I sat back against the headboard. “It’ll all be okay.”

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Fragrances i think Rachel Green would wear…

Romance by Ralph Lauren

This is a clean and light fragrance. Floral but not so over powering. It’s feminine and I know of some people who have worn this to the gym and to work. Its not so in your face so it’s appropriate for the work environment. Rachel Green works at Ralph Lauren too, so this fragrance is definitely one i can see her wearing. I don’t see her as having a specific every day scent, she doesn’t like routine or to restrict herself like that, but this fragrance is a favourite of hers at work and it’s definitely a contender for every day. She’s fashionable in an effortless way, she doesn’t ever overdo it with how she dresses but is always put together and this fragrance encapsulates that perfectly. Its effortless but very pretty. She’s also a romantic at heart, a big reader of romance novels, in addition to her love for soap operas. This fragrance is romantic in that sense too. Its a sophisticated fragrance that doesn’t try too hard and i think its definitely something she’d love.

Coco Noir By Chanel

I can see Rachel as being a Chanel girlie. She does seem to enjoy wearing Chanel perfume in the earlier seasons, if I remember correctly its definitely mentioned. Coco noir is a very sexy and sophisticated perfume. I can see this being her fragrance for special occasions. Maybe she attends a formal event, or has a date. I can see her reaching for this in those occasions. The perfect perfume to wear with a classy dress. It opens up fresh with citruses at the top and settles into something warm, deep and rich with the sandalwood, cloves, vanilla, tonka and benzoin at the base. It’s timeless.

Paris Paris (Les Eaux Des Chanel) by Chanel

Another Chanel perfume. To reiterate, I see her as a Chanel type of girl. This is the one that stood out to me the most from Chanel’s Eaux des Chanel line. This line is inspired by destinations that are dear to Gabrielle Chanel, with each perfume in it being dedicated to a particular city. I chose Paris Paris for Rachel as it is part of her storyline towards the end where she is offered a job in Paris. This fragrance is best described as pretty. It’s light and fun and really matches her girl next door vibe. I can also see this being a pretty wedding scent and she was first introduced as a bride in the pilot episode. Its just a very pretty scent. Its got pink pepper and citruses at the top, giving it a sharp opening but then it's also softened by that rose note in the middle and the patchouli at the base gives it that sophistication that Chanel is so known for. Remember I said Rachel isn’t too strict with having an everyday scent? I feel like she alternates a lot and between this and Ralph Lauren’s romance. I can see her rocking both everyday. Alternatively there is also another perfume from this line i would have chosen for her, which is Paris-Venise since she had that whole storyline with Paulo and he’s Italian, but I thought this one suited her better.

Mixed Emotions by Byredo

Another contender for Rachel’s everyday fragrance, or maybe just a fragrance she wears on occasion and finds nostalgic, as perfumes often evoke memories for most of us. I feel like the name of this fragrance is also very accurate as a representation of her infamous relationship with Ross. Maybe this is a fragrance they both shared? It's unisex and could be for both Ross & Rachel. This is a lovely tea centred fragrance with mate in the opening and tea leaves in the middle, the base is quite green as well with woods and plants such as birch and papyrus. It’s an earthy scent sweetened by a fruity opening thanks to the black currant top note. It’s a very strong yet sweet and tame scent and there's something calming about it. Also to quote Phoebe, “Rachel’s just more flexible and mellow.” This is a fresh earthy scent. I definitely can see this as a fragrance Rachel would wear when pampering herself, as she frequents spas on occasion, or a perfume she and Ross would have worn together, at least when they weren’t on a break.

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[koifly]

About James' backstory

So as you can tell, I haven't posted the backstory my OC James yet.

But that will change in a few weeks. I'm currently working on it but school and private problems often get in the way of it. I'm not quite sure when it will be finished but I wanted to say that the story will have illustrated parts. I mean I gotta use my 'skills' in a way.

General information about the story:

The story on its own will not have any type of direct connection to the Slenderman. So no Slenderman showing up outside a window or something like that. Although, it will partly play in my AU of the forest in which the Slenderman resides in. The proxies do exist in that universe, as well as some of the other creeps. While working on James' story I'm also working on my own AU of creepypasta so there will definitely be connections.

This may be a surprise but James does NOT have a canon romantic interest, a bit different than the art I post of him with my version of Toby. I personally think that the romance is a bit unnecessary for his story and non of the proxies will be directly involved in his story for now. Maybe a small, subtle appearance or traces of one of them being near James, but no actual conversation.

I will mention this again when I actually post the story but here is the trigger warning list (for now):

-SA, abusive behaviour of authority

-Mention of SH

-Mention of delusions and hallucinations (I'm not sure if this TW is necessary but just in case)

What even is/does James do post-incident?

James is a sort of vengeful spirit. He is going to murder the man that has assaulted him, but not actively. Using psychological torture is his thing, so he will inflict no direct physical harm to the man. James is NOT a serial killer. He does not lure in people, he does not kill innocent people, he does not hurt wandering humans. His first and last murder will be the one that assaulted him. After that he will wander around the forest, like some sort of ghost. People are able to see him, but only how he WANTS to be perceived. I mentioned this in a post earlier, James has two official appearances.

1. Realistic post death corpse. I think the name sums it up pretty well, he just looks pretty disfigured, rotten and torn in that form.

2. Post death spirit. In this second form, he really just looks like how he did when he was alive. He still has blood running down his body, he still has bruises and wounds but in a way, he still looks alive. He doesn't look disfigured nor rotten. The closest non creepypasta character I can compare him too in that form is the final form of Chandramukhi in the first movie 'Chandramukhi' from the year 2005. (Great, nostalgic horror/comedy Tamil movie btw)

Just to make things clear, in no way whatsoever is James mentally well. He has schizophrenia, social anxiety and body dysmorphia. He is extremely sensitive to his surroundings and empathetic towards others. And no, I don't mean empathic in a healthy way but in a way that other's moods and problems directly affect him. He is a soul that will feel the same amount of fear, stress, anger, sadness, whatever feeling you want as the person he is currently spending time with. This causes him to be stressed and/or overwhelmed most of the time. So yes, he is a really nervous person, yet I don't want him to be perceived as some sort of 'soft boy'. James is a 25 years old male who was in university for a psychology major before he was murdered. I'm currently giving him a slight redesign so that his body and physique actually look appropriate to his lifestyle. He is a bharatanatyam dancer, he helps out in his sister's garage and regularly hits the gym. That guy is athletic af and not some damsel in distress just because his bharatanatyam clothes are pretty.

If you have any questions about James and/or my creepypasta AU, my ask box is open:)

(pls excuse any grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language)

So uhhh, yeah. I hope I'll finish the story and the illustrations soon. I still have some other art WiP's that I need to finish too but it'll come together.

Have a wonderful day/night:D

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[beomgyu-stan-present]

How will txt confess to the reader! their crush. Will appreciate if you make it detailed one. Hope you won't mind. 💓💓

I tried to make each member's story about 600+ words each. And ofc I don't mind! I hope you like it! Sorry if it's a little too short or repetitive.

How TXT confessed to their crush

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

w/c: 600+ per member, requested :). enjoy anon!!

Yeonjun

You and Yeonjun had been attending the same school for about 2 years now, and once he got to see you walk through the doors of the school for the first time, and he immediately fell in love with your beauty.

He had shared a few classes with you, them being math, language arts, and gym. He was surprised at how smart you were from the beginning of the school year, and was shocked to see you as one of the top students by the time exams were done.

You had just seen him as a classmate, but you had to admit: you thought he was cute. Sometimes, during language arts, you would look at him from afar, looking at his concentrated face. You would just smile and go back to work, and believe me, the teacher noticed.   Sometimes she would pair you both for a project on purpose, seeing the sparks between the 2 of you.

Yeonjun would be so happy when you 2 were paired for a project, but he didn’t let it show except for a small and friendly smile.

In the gym, when you would be sitting on the side, watching the rest of the class, your eyes would often divert to him, watching him dribble the basketball and pass to another one of your classmates. You were impressed by how good at sports he was.

It wasn’t until one day, Yeonjun decided to start leaving notes on your desk before class.

‘Hi y/n, I just wanted to say I think you’re really pretty~’

He would write stuff like that, complimenting you in any way possible, and even though you didn’t know who was writing these notes, he never failed to make you smile every time, and he saw it, trust me.

Slowly, your friends caught on, and tried to get you to find the person leaving those notes, and you tried to come to class earlier, but you were never early enough. One day, you saw a tall boy run out of your math class, wearing a black hoodie, and you decided to look inside, and you saw a note on your desk. You put the pieces together and realized the boy running out of the room was probably the boy who left the note on your desk!

You read the note, which said:

‘Have a great day today, y/n~’

And you smiled, once again, and you took that note and walked out of the classroom, to spend the next 5 minutes waiting at your locker before the bell rang.

Once your class started, you were all left to complete your work. You reached your hand in your desk to find a calculator, but found a note instead, that said:

‘Go to the school rooftop after school’s done at 15:35, i’ll be there. I have something to say to you :)’

You stuck the note back in your desk and got out your calculator, but you could barely focus on math anymore.

It got to the end of the day, and it was 15:35 so you ran to the school rooftop, seeing Yeonjun smile at you.

“Are you the one who’s giving me these notes?” You ask, as you walk closer to the boy. “Yeah,” he chuckles, “I just never had the courage to tell you face to face that you’re really pretty,” he admits. You smile. “What was the thing you were gonna say to me?” You ask, your brain filled with curiosity.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while now,” he says, “and I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me this weekend?” He asks, his eyes filled with hope that you’ll say yes. “That would be great,” you say as you give him a hug. He hugs you back and smiles. Oh boy he can’t wait for this weekend.

Soobin

You and Soobin had been friends ever since you were 6, so you knew each other pretty well. From what you liked to what you hated, he knew it all. He would go to you for help, and vice versa. He started having a crush on you once highschool started. He then noticed how smart you were, and he saw your true talents. He knew you were a good singer but he didn’t know you were THAT good.

You and him would hang out after school if both of you were free, which was a lot of the time. You and him would play video games and would go to the park down the street and play around on the swings. He loves when you show your playful side, he thinks it’s so cute.

You always thought of him as a friend, and nothing really more than that. But you knew he had a crush, he just never told you. 

So one day, you and him were invited to a party, and decided to go, and halfway during the party everyone decided to play truth or dare. Everyone sat in a circle, but you decided to go to the bathroom before the game started, but they decided to start before you came back. A boy named Hyunwoo decided to ask Soobin. 

“Truth or dare, Soobin?” He asked, “truth,” Soobin replied.

You were coming out of the bathroom but stopped to hear what they were saying.

Hyunwoo thinks, before asking,

“Who do you have a crush on?” Everyone looks at him, and Soobin says, “y/n.” You were shocked to say the least, but smiled. You felt somewhat honored to be his crush. About 5 seconds later you turned around the corner and sat beside him.

The rest of the party continued normally, but you did realize that he was a little more silent than usual. You didn’t mind it and acted normal.

The next day after the party, you and him were in history and the teacher told everyone to pick a partner for a project. You and Soobin looked at each other and he came over to your desk to start the project. You enjoyed being his partner, you both had fun and somehow managed to get the work done.

Soobin’s friends kept on telling him to tell you that he had a crush on you, but everytime he was going to he would stop and say something else before walking away. He always got too nervous that you would reject him, and after that, your friendship would get ruined. He didn’t want to lose his friendship with you, he wanted to keep it. If you weren’t his friend, who would he go to for a partner for a project, who would he hang out with? Really the only friend he has is you, he has a few other friends but he isn’t as close with them as he is with you.

But one day, he started making a plan of how to tell you that he has a crush on you, because he figures he has to do something about it sooner or later.

First, he goes to your parents when you aren’t home to tell them about it first, and they approve of it, considering they got to know him a lot as well and trust him. Second, he sets up a few small decorations in your room, and prepares himself. Lastly, he waits for your response.

Once you get home, both your parents tell you to go clean your room, and those words aren’t what you want to hear but you go do it anyway.

You enter your room to see Soobin surrounded by some decorations, and your eyes divert to the sign that says: ‘will you go on a date with me?’

You stand there shocked, processing the moment. You run into his arms and give him a hug.

“I would love to, Soobin,” you say as you pull away from the hug. He smiles and starts ranting about how scared he was that you were going to say no.

Beomgyu

He worked at the same job as you, both working at a grocery store. Sometimes you and him would both work in produce or be stocking the same shelves. But over time he started to like you more than just a coworker. He loved how kind you were to the customers, even when they were rude, and he loved how beautiful you were. You guys are friends, and would sometimes give the other person a ride home when they needed one. He knew he could trust you, and you could trust him. You guys had a good friendship and Beomgyu wanted to keep it that way, but his crush for you wanted to get in the way.

One night, he got a call from his landlord that his pay for the rent was overdue and that he would get evicted in 7 days. He was nervous and he started panicking. Where would he go? What would he do? Where would he stay until he gets a new house? Then he remembered you, and your house. He calls you and you pick up, fortunately.

“What’s up, Beomgyu?” You greet over the phone, “hi, so apparently i’m going to get evicted in a week, do you mind if I chill at your house until I can get a new apartment?” He asks, his heart beating faster due to nervousness. “I’m so sorry, of course! You can come tonight if you want. I'm off my shift,” you offer. “Thank you! I’ll be there in about an hour, see ya!” Beomgyu replies before he hangs up. He immediately starts packing and makes his way over to your house.

As expected, you hear a knock on your door about an hour later

“Welcome! Come inside,” you say, he walks inside and looks around. “You live alone, right? Or am I wrong,” he asks as he sits on your couch. “I live by myself. It’s nice but sometimes I get a little lonely,” you say. He nods. “Your apartment is much nicer than mine,” he points out, you chuckle and the 2 of you spend the night talking before setting him up on the couch and heading to bed yourself.

While he’s laying in the darkness, he thinks about how kind you are, and he can feel his crush for you grow. He doesn’t know what to do about it, but he knows he’s going to do something. Whether it’s cleaning your kitchen, or being a shoulder to cry on, he’s going to do something.

The next morning he gets up and looks around your kitchen for food. You wake up and get a hairbrush from your bathroom to brush your hair, as you brush your hair you walk into the kitchen and chuckle at the sight of Beomgyu searching for food.

“You can’t find the cereal, can you?” You say as you open the cupboard with the cereal in it. “The ONE place I didn’t check is where it is, I should’ve known,” he says. You laugh and say “I hope you can find the fridge,” before going back to the bathroom, and you can feel him playfully glare at you.

You come back, fully dressed and you get yourself some cereal as well.

“Nice hair, Gyu,” you say as you ruffle his hair some more, “hey it’s the new trend,” he jokes. You both continue your morning talking with each other.

In the afternoon, you left to go to starbucks with your friends, so Beomgyu decided to call Huening Kai and tell him about you.

“... yeah and I’ve had a crush on y/n for a few months now,” is what you hear him say once you open the door to your apartment. Beomgyu doesn’t notice until he ends the call.

“You have a crush on me?” You ask, sipping on your drink. “I- how did-,” he sighs, “yeah. I didn’t plan on you finding out this way,” he says as he scratches the back of his neck. “Well, I don’t mind,” you say as you smile. “Wait, so, you wouldn’t mind going on a date with me?”

“Not at all.”

Taehyun

At first, Taehyun tried to shake the feeling off, but instead of leaving, it grew. His feelings for you got bigger and bigger. I mean, it’s weird liking your friend's younger sister, he didn’t even know why he started getting feelings for you in the first place, it just kind of happened.

On one night, he was at Yeonjun’s house, along with Soobin, Beomgyu, and Huening Kai for a sleepover. They all decided to sleep in the living room, but you had no idea. So when you were going to get your midnight snack, you heard and saw them all laughing, and debated whether to stay hungry or just get a snack, and you let your hunger give in.

You walked down the stairs, and you weren’t surprised that Yeonjun’s mom mode was activated.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He asks, you sigh. “You’re acting like a mom, leave that job to the actual mom, Yeonjun,” you joke as you walk into the kitchen. Taehyun decides to go get a snack himself, and goes and opens the fridge. 

“Are we being too loud, y/n?” Taehyun asks you, “no, I usually stay up this late, I just got hungry. If you got too loud I would let y’all know, believe me,” you say as you make yourself a sandwich. He smiles and pats your head before walking out the kitchen and joining his friends again. It seems that everytime he sees you, he finds an opportunity to pat your head, and he had done it again.

Once you finish your sandwich, you’re about to walk upstairs before Yeonjun calls your name. You groan and face him.

“What do you want now?” You ask, you really just want to get into your bed. “Just let us know if we’re getting too loud, and goodnight” he says as you nod and walk upstairs. 

About an hour later, you can hear your brother singing, and you sigh once you realize they’ve started singing karaoke. You let them all sing one song before you decide to go and tell them to quiet down. But you’re a little too late before Taehyun starts singing his second song. You have to admit, you think his voice is nice, maybe even beautiful. Either way, you find yourself standing in your bedroom, your ear pressed against your door, listening to him sing. Once his song is done, you rush downstairs to tell them to quiet down.

“We’re having so much fun though, in fact, you wanna sing a song?” Soobin asks, you shrug. “I don’t know, my voice isn’t the best,” you reason, “I would prefer not to.” 

“Okay then, goodnight,” Soobin replies. You smile and go upstairs.

Fast forward to the morning, you wake up, and the house is quiet. You sigh in the silence and decide to get some breakfast. You look in the living room, and all of them are asleep. You look at Taehyun, shuffling a little bit in his sleep, and you take a picture of him before walking into the kitchen.

Taehyun wakes up a minute or so after that, sleepily shuffling his way into the kitchen.

“Morning,” you greet him as he walks into the kitchen. “Hi,” he greets back.

You turn to reach for a glass, but even on your tippy toes you can’t reach. Taehyun notices you and reaches for the glass and hands it to you.

“Thanks,” you say as you continue getting breakfast.

Fast forward to when they have to leave, Taehyun decides to stay a bit longer than the others, because he wants to tell you about his crush. He doesn’t tell Yeonjun, because he’s incredibly protective of you, so he thinks to tell him later.

Taehyun brings you to your backyard and says to you,

“I kinda-sorta-maybe have a crush on you,” he says, avoiding eye contact with you. “Actually?” You ask, he nods. “Let’s go on a date then,” you suggest. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah.”

Huening Kai

You and him had met when you were 14 and he was 15, getting dragged along with your mom’s when they decided to pay an overdue visit with each other. He was the only other person there that was your age. He was only a year older than you and you were incredibly bored, so you decided to talk to him. You both exchanged phone numbers and texted back and forth. Even after you left his house, you 2 texted for the remaining night until he had to go.

You 2 would text a lot during the week, and slowly became friends.

Once the next school year started, you were going into grade 10, but you didn’t know that he was transferring to your school, and let’s just say you were more than surprised when you saw him, and he already had friends on the first day when you only gained 2 at the end of the first year.

He didn’t know it was your school he had transferred to, he didn’t even notice you as fast as you noticed him. He noticed you at the end of the day in science, when you had answered a question. His facial expression showed nothing, but inside he was so shocked. He decided to try and find you after class and talk to you.

Luckily, he was just in time to find you walking out of the school doors to go home.

“Y/n!” He called out, you turned your head and smiled. “Finally, you noticed me,” you said as you chuckled. “It’s not my fault people wanted to get to know me,” he said as you both chatted before you parted ways to go home.

As the school year went on, he realized how smart you are, how talented you are, and how kind you are. He never saw that side of you before he came to your school and he was so glad he did.

One day, you 2 were chatting before you were getting picked up in front of the school, and as your conversation died down, you decided to ask him a question. “Do you have a crush on anyone?” You ask, eyes filled with curiosity. He hesitates, should he tell you the truth? Or lie?

“No, what about you?” He says, oh he wishes he didn’t lie. He feels so guilty. “Nope, a lot of the boys in our school are so lame,” you confess as he nods. You turn your head to a car driving into the school parking lot.

“That’s my ride! See ya tomorrow!” You say as you wave. He waves back and watches you hop in the car and drive away.

He face palms. Why couldn’t he tell you the truth? Was he nervous? Yes, he was. Did he feel like a coward? Yes, he did. He knew he had to tell you at some point, so he started writing notes and sticking them in your locker without you seeing. He never signed his name at the bottom of the notes, because the point of it was to make sure you didn’t know who was writing it. And he would get so shy whenever you would show him it at the end of the day or when you guys have a break. A part of him gets killed whenever you say “I wanna know who’s giving me these!” because he doesn’t have the courage.

But one day, he decides to text you.

Huening Kai’s POV

Him: Hey y/n?

Y/n: Yeah?

Him: I know who’s been writing those notes

Y/n: Actually?? Who?

Him: Me, i’ve just been so scared to tell you in person- and this was my solution

Y/n: Wow, I didn’t expect that... bc I sorta have a crush on you too

Him: Actually??

Y/n: Yeah, wanna go on a date with me this weekend? I can pay for it

Him: Sure. and btw, i’ll pay for it

He was so happy to hear that. Also, he was so so so happy that you didn’t reject him.

a/n: I hope this is what you wanted, anon!

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[balmacedapascal]

julie, hii!! idk if you're still accepting prompts but I've had this sudden urge of rhae and the boys in the single dad!harwin verse 🥺🥴✨ so, if you're feeling like it, "pinky promise" between the three of them? 🧡 i just need rhae, jace and luke being the bestestestests of best friends 🥴🥺🧡😭

(I am ALWAYS accepting prompts. Just sometimes I'm slower writing them is all.)

Sitting on the well worn couch in Harwin's living room, it was hard for Rhaenyra to think that it had only been a few weeks that they'd been doing this. It was the third time that week that she'd wound at his house after work, changing into comfy clothes that she'd started keeping in a little gym bag in her car and enjoying a simple meal fish and chips he made for them and the boys. She'd sipped a cider through dinner, listening as Jace told a story about how he finally managed to hang upside down from the monkey bars at recess and leaning over to inspect Luke's first loose tooth that was bound to fall out any day now. She'd slipped up twice, using adult language that had both boys shouting for a dollar to the swear jar kept on the kitchen counter and hiding her own smile as they giggled away at the funds being added. At least ten dollars had been added since she first started coming over as she worked on making herself a bit more kid friendly but Harwin was never upset with her. After all, the jar had been two-thirds full before she'd ever set foot inside.

And now she was sitting comfortably on the middle cushion, Harwin to her right and Jace laying with his head in her lap. The television was playing one of the Marvel movies, although she hadn't been paying much attention. The early morning at her office had left her as sleepy as the boys seemed to be as the night went on but she was happy to enjoy the time with them nevertheless.

It wasn't until Harwin moved to stand up that she realized Luke was fast asleep in his lap, the little boy drooling down the front of his dad's shirt. "I'm gonna put him down, I'll be right back," he mumbled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek before disappearing down to the boys' bedroom.

Looking down at Jace, she was sure the older boy wouldn't be too far behind his brother, eyes drooping as he watched the action sequences on screen. Her fingers dragged gently through his mess curls, an affectionate touch that she'd quickly learned both father and sons enjoyed and she had found herself doing more often than not. Seeming to sense her eyes on him, Jace shifted on her lap, looking up at her with sleepy eyes.

"You should come over more often, Nyra," he mumbled softly, eyes closing for a moment as he seemed to struggle with the sleep creeping up. Her heart warmed at the words, knowing how important it was that they like her if this was going to continue on in any form. "Dad laughs more when you're here. And we get more ice cream. It's pretty nice."

She couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped at his explanation, thinking back to the sundaes that had been eaten once dinner was finished two nights earlier. "I think it's pretty nice too."

There was a lull, muffled sounds of Harwin most likely telling Luke a quick bedtime story filtering down the hall. She smiled at the sound before glancing back down at Jace. His expression was serious, or as serious as six year old could be. "Promise not to make him sad? He was sad after mom left. We don't want him to be sad anymore."

There hadn't been much talk about his ex-wife since they'd reconnected, just that she'd left him with the boys and hadn't shown her face since the paperwork was finalized. But it was clear Jace had noticed his father's moods and she couldn't help but think back to the things her own father had tried to hide from her after her mother's death, about the way he'd wanted to hide his grief from her. But she'd seen it all the same and it seemed Jace had experienced something similar.

"I promise," she told him softly. "Pinky promise, even. Your dad is a very good man and I don't want to see him sad anymore than you do."

He smiled at that, hooking his pinky through hers before settling back down. As predicted, by the time Harwin had returned from putting Luke to bed, Jace had fallen asleep on her lap and was quietly snoring away. She waved him off as he bent to pick up the boy, taking his hand and telling him to leave the boy be for a bit. She was perfectly happy to keep carding fingers through his hair as he dreamed for a while longer.

#harwin strong fanfic #hotd fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen fanfic #rhaewin fanfic #harwin x rhaenyra fanfic #this wound up just being jace and rhaenyra but i hope that's okay #and i hope you like it #and that it seems believable enough #i'm not always great at writing kids #mine* #mywriting* #single dad harwin au #ship: harwin x rhaenyra #chara: harwin strong #chara: rhaenyra targaryen #chara: jacaerys velaryon #chara: lucerys velaryon

[zz-chikorita]

What do your versions of Guzma, Leon, and other characters think of shiny pokemon? Like would Guzma publicly say shinies are pointless to aim for but secretly has always wanted one, has Plumeria ever shiny hunted, or have any of the grunts ever seen one or pretended to have seen one to get the other grunts going?

Also, do the people in your version of Alola have like urban legends about shiny pokemon?

Ok! So, in this universe, shinies are caused by rare genetic mutations, changing the pokemon's phenotype (as opposed to something more mystical/mysterious going on). How people regard them are different from region to region but, in general, people react to shiny pokemon similar to how we react irl to seeing normal animals with very atypical phenotypes. For example, have you ever seen a black squirrel? They're very common where I grew up but when my friends from further south saw them, they were shouting and pointing and climbing over one another in the van trying to look at it. Furthermore, have you ever seen a white squirrel? I'll tell ya, it was absolutely magical to receive a nest of squirrels at work that had fallen from a tree and open the box to find the four of them all curled up, three the normal gray coloration and one single one almost completely white, save for a few splotches. That's how I imagine people in this world react to seeing shinies.

Growing up, Guzma didn't even know what a shiny was. He even befriended a shiny oranguru as a child, but he knew him for an entire year before Kukui saw him and told him that it's rare and called a shiny. Guzma thought it was weird that the oranguru was pink, but he just figured it was an oranguru with abnormal fur. After all, he himself is a human with abnormal "fur". As such, he now thinks encountering shinies in the wild is a cool experience but he doesn't go out of his way to try and find them.

Leon was always fascinated by shiny pokemon. His parents were wooloo farmers so he actually experienced a handful of shiny wooloo hatch during his childhood. He thought their jet black fur was so pretty! During his gym challenge, he really wanted a shiny on his team because he thought it might get him more attention from sponsors (and also just because they're really cool), however he quickly became extremely attached to the members of his party. Even if he did find a shiny, he wouldn't have been able to replace any of his friends.

Plumeria is slightly obsessed with shinies. They're striking, they're different, they're unique... just like her! She also loves plushies and would always choose a shiny over a normal one if she had the choice (and the price was the same... assuming this is taking place after her thievery days lol...)

Here's a fun fact, in one of my earlier concepts of A, his salandit was actually a shiny male. Of course, it's awesome to have a shiny but kinda sucks when it happens to be the kind of pokemon that can't evolve. (Like how the first shiny I caught in PLA was a male combee -_-) I, evidently, changed it to him just having a normal male salandit cuz I think it's even more meaningful that he has this pokemon he caught himself and has decided to stick with it, even though he'd be better off finding a female that can actually evolve. But yeah, as you can imagine, any of the grunts would be stoked to find a shiny pokemon and it would probably get them hella bragging rights if anyone actually did. Of course, many will try to convince each other that they have seen a shiny ___. It's mostly untrue. They'll often go out to try and find a shiny someone saw but it pretty much just being a snipe hunt.

Moon is your typical pokemon protagonist and will spend hours and hours trying to find shinies. However, in this universe there's no "chaining" to increase your odds. You just have to keep searching. And searching. And searching. And searching...

Kalani (Surfer OC) is similar to Guzma in his view of shinies. The shiny phenomena is just a part of nature. He appreciates it when he sees it, but he won't try to search for them.

Alola has many stories/myths about atypical pokemon, many of them relating to the Totem pokemon phenomena. This includes legends of pokemon that can change their size drastically at will. One common legend related to this is of jangmo-o that can evolve or devolve on command to/from hakamo-o and kammo-o (based this idea on the Mo'o legends which are probably at least in part what those pokemon are based on). Shinies, as well as Pokemon with other distinct features were often described in the legends of 'aumakua- sacred spirits of pokemon that guard a family.

'Aumakua

Mo'o

#ask zz c #what with the hcs and such #guzma's 'aumakua is golisopod which is why his kakau tattoo is of one #it's not his familial aimakua though thats different and although i know what it is i aint telling you #just as one can have found family one can have found aumakua ie golisopod is the aumakua of Team Skull

[sunnyap]

Here's a character profile for Andrew, an SCP oc of mine I'm very biased towards. I created him in early 2020/late 2019, and he's my little baby boy (despite the information in this bio!)

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GEN.

Full Name: Andrew Jacquelin Griffin

Aliases: 1-1, And (he HATES this one)

Age/DOB: 36 (as of 2020), born on 30 December 1984 Place of Birth: Queensland, AU Spoken Languages: English, French (quite rarely, though)

Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/Him

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Openly Bisexual

Affiliation: SCP Foundation

Occupation: MTF Nu-7 servicemember (Spec-Ops Combat Team, 1st Squadron, Platoon 2344, 3rd Company)

→ Rank: Task Force Lieutenant

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APPEARANCE.

BODY TYPE: Combination body type; Mesomorph and slight endomorph. Athletic, muscular, tall.

As a former Marine, Andrew has had his fair share of physical activity. He used to frequent the gym (and still goes when he's able to), and that, coupled with military training and other physical activity in his youth, has earned him a strong build.

He's quite tall as well, standing at 6'3", and nearly bordering 6'4". He can thank his father for his height. He also weighs in at around 230 lbs. Unit.

SCARRING: All over his body, pretty much.

Many of his scars are from injuries during his time spent working for the Foundation. However, there are some that are from before that, as he was deployed for combat twice. These include shrapnel wounds on his calves, and very few bullet wounds.

One notable scar is one he has on the left side of his neck; a bullet wound! While his skin wasn't fatally penetrated, a round grazed his flesh enough to result in bleeding and scarring. A scary moment for him!

His knuckles are pretty scuffed, due to some temperament issues resulting in occasional violent tendencies. The boy needs psychiatric help, I think.

NOTABLE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES:

His hair is light brown and either very wavy, or slightly curly. In his earlier years, it was always cut short, but after being recruited by the foundation, he allowed it to grow out, and now maintains it at a length that falls just a few centimetres below his shoulders. When he's working his shift, he keeps it tied back neatly.

He has green eyes, and is the only member of his family with that eye colour (since it's a phenomenon that's the result of a genetic mutation). His expression is almost constantly either sleepy, or irritated!

He has many, many freckles, all over his body. This is due to spending quite a lot of time out in the sun, especially in his childhood. He grew up playing outdoor sports and engaging in a lot of outdoor activities in general.

VOICE:

The man's from Australia; born and raised in Queensland, specifically. Living in the state until about 14 has resulted in a permanent accent when he speaks English. The 'bogan' accent, too, as I've heard.

A slightly gravelly voice. He also often sounds like his throat is sore. He yelled a lot, and continues to do so.

It's very easy to tell how he's feeling through his voice, as there's a lot of emotional tone. He also speaks with the High Rising Terminal; the ends of his phrases and sentences have a higher intonation than the first. This is also due to the fact he's Australian. Uptalk is another word for it.

The volume of his voice entirely depends on the setting, his feelings, the situation, and who he's talking to. Exempli Gratia: If he's calm, and he's speaking to one person in a relatively quiet setting, he's very good at utilizing an inside voice.

FASHION:

He doesn't care much about his clothes. His closet is full of neutral tones. He's not the type of person to wear anything extravagant or stylish, or overly colourful.

Pertinent to the latter statement, his attire when out of uniform consists of sweatshirts, tshirts, or polos, as well as jeans, cargo pants, or sweats.

He's sensitive to cold temperature specifically, so he layers during winter, and is usually found wearing sweaters. Winter coats, too, obviously.

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PERSONALITY.

MYERS-BRIGGS: ENTJ-A

MORALITY ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

POS. TRAITS:

Strong-Willed: Despite his issues, he's not the type of man to give up on the pursuit of a goal, or on a challenge, all too easily. In fact, I don't think there's anything he enjoys more than a challenge.

Efficient: Andrew views inefficiency as a problem, especially in his field of work. When he has a job to do, he doesn't often procrastinate, no matter the circumstances.

Observant: Due to being in the military, he's learned to always be wary of his surroundings. This trait's only been heightened since being recruited to work for the Foundation.

Protective: Ever since he was young, Andrew's been protective of those he loves and cares about, and has taken on the responsibility to take care of people around him. Though this has dwindled over the years, it still remains.

Serious: Not much needs to be said for this one, other than the fact that if he has a job to do, there's absolutely no goofing-off tolerated.

NEG. TRAITS:

Stubborn: If he's absolutely convinced of something, it's quite difficult to change his mind!

Lack of Restraint: Andrew has a poor handling of his emotions, sometimes allowing them to influence his rationality, and decisions and actions.

Self-Doubting: Despite his position as a leader, he occasionally second-guesses his own decisions and thoughts.

Recklessness: Andrew doesn't see much value in his own existence, resulting in him constantly coming vis-à-vis with danger, willingly.

Ill-Tempered: Andrew deals with much, mentally, and has adopted the habit of transforming all negativity he feels into irritation and anger. He's prone to getting heated, and is no stranger to confrontation, physical or verbal.

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EXTRA.

He's allergic to cats!

He can play the electric guitar, and is a big fan of Ozzy Osbourne, AC/DC, and many other rock artists.

Before being recruited to work for the Foundation, he held the rank of Staff Sergeant (E-6) in the USMC. He was also deployed for combat twice.

He dislikes hospitals and hospital settings; they make him uncomfortable and anxious.

He's also quite jumpy. He dislikes having his back exposed, and he dislikes not being able to find any exits in an environment. He also isn't fond of thunder.

This aspect of his character honestly started off as a joke, but he's got the most insane luck ever. Survived a bullet graze to the neck, among multiple other injuries that SHOULD'VE killed him. As he realizes this, he becomes increasingly erratic, believing there's something quite wrong with him and his place in reality.

Absolutely despises corn syrup.

Afflicted with MDD (Major Depressive Disorder), GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder), among other things.

Oddly attached to his equipment...

Here are some doodles of him. Not my full inventory, but these are ones in my current art style, because my old one is stinky. I draw this man very often, though.

Will I ever share his backstory, or tales/events? Maybe, maybe...

#scp #scp ocs #original character #scp original character #scp foundation #scp mtf #oc intro

[automatismoateo]

A lady at church caused me to lose my religion. via /r/atheism

A lady at church caused me to lose my religion.

My mom was a single mother who worked fast food, so after school and summers me and my brother had to go to daycare. We made good friends with some siblings, a sister Diana and two brothers David and Javier. David was the older brother, and I think me, Javier, and Diana all looked up to him. He was so funny, and we we would all get in trouble a lot. Like if one of us was introuble we all probably were. Many times my mom and their mom had gotten pulled to the office and sat down next to each other, while us guilty kids would try to peak in the window. We were the crew of kids who ran that place for years.

Eventually, me and my brother left the daycare and unfortunately lost touch with them because we went to different schools in the area. I didn't see Javier again until I was in middle school and our area's high school had given the feeder schools free tickets to the theme park. He walked past with quite the limp and a scar on his face so I didnt recognize him at first, but we both did a double take before saying hey. I asked him if his brother and sister were around somewhere. He broke the unfortunate news. He told me they had all been in a crash years earlier. He and David had been thrown from the vehicle, but David didn't make it. Thats why Diana didn't like to leave the house anymore and that's why he had the limp and scar. I apologized and gave him a hug and told him I was glad he was alive. We said goodbye after a few minutes of talking. I walked away thinking about David, and how my old buddy had died.

I found out we all had actually went to the same church. A couple of years earlier my church had started a neighborhood service specifically for kids in the area, where they would pick them up, feed them, play games, and teach about the bible seperate from everybody else(The side of the city the church was located and me and Javier lived was considered the bad or poor side of town, even though most people at the regular church came from the other sides of town and had money). It was crazy that we had been literally across from the parking lot from each other many times. I went to church or bible study 4 times a normal week so it was often. Despite also being from the neighborhood, I went with my grandma so I went to regular church.

Years later, we all ended up at the same high school, but ran in different circles. We always smiled or said hi in passing. I was volunteering for vacation bible school with a bunch of other members of the youth group. I normally just helped in the kitchen make silly themed snacks. At the end of the last day I went to the gym. The children's director got up and started talking to all the kids(age 4-12). It started off well enough with her saying she hoped everyone had a good week and whatnot. Then she told the kids she was going to tell them a story.

I'm paraphrasing but this is pretty much the jist of what she said: So we've been talking about Jesus all week, and I know a lot of you have already accepted him into your hearts. For those of you who haven't want to tell you about a boy I used to know named David.He was one of the funniest little boys I ever met. He would come to neighborhood service with his siblings every week and every week I would ask him if he wanted to accept Jesus into his heart. He always said no. One day I told him if he didn't accept Jesus he would go to hell. He still told me no. I wanted his soul to be saved but he did not want Jesus. Later that day him and his family were in a wreck and David diedcry break and I have to live with the fact that he went to hell and is going to burn for eternity. Jesus saved his brother and sister because they accepted him, but David didn't allow himself to be saved. So I'm going to ask you all one last time if you would like to join me up here and be saved, so if you die on the way home you will be in heaven with Jesus.

The whole time I stood there mouth agape as 20 to 30 kids got up and ran to the stage. Some were so tiny. I walked away and went to the bathroom and stood there washing my hands profusely. I couldn't believe this woman just used my friends death to scare a bunch of kids into accepting Jesus. I couldn't believe she tried to make it out like she was a victim of him saying no. I couldn't believe she told them he was burning in hell.I then thought back to the first time I had ever gone to the church. I was 4 years old, one of those tiny kids. It was my first time being old enough to go to vacation bible school. It was the end of the week. I have been anxious ever since I can remember, so I remember jumping up when they asked us if we wanted to be saved from burning in hell. I realized that everything about my religion had all began with that point. Maybe it didn't come with the awful story that these kids had just heard, but it was still based on fear. I was one of those kids. I thought about it for months. I finally decided that I didn't want to believe in something just because I was afraid, and decided to take time to figure out what I actually believed in. For the first time I allowed myself to question things. I read the Bible from front to back, and didn't put the contradictions in the back of my mind like I was told by all my bible study teachers. By the next summer, I identified as agnostic. I no longer allow that fear to dictate my decisions. I saved my fear for important things like spiders, lightning, and the general public. I decided to find out who I really am and as it turns out I am really gay which I never would have allowed myself to think even for a second before, for fear of hell. Before, I was homophobic and generally a judgemental nasty person, because that is what that church taught me. Now I do my best to not judge anyone(aside from hate-filled people), and am actually a chill person.

Its been over 10 years and I still live in the bible belt, so you can imagine all the bad experiences I've had with Christians since... nothing will ever top the time that lady decided to talk about David.

Submitted November 22, 2022 at 06:50PM by xSyrupKillerx (From Reddit https://ift.tt/bsydJvg)

#reddit

[mycreativepractice]

My Day Today

So, I woke up today not feeling so hot. I had a pretty sore throat and just generally felt lethargic and not ready to start my day of work. I was supposed to go to the gym this morning, but I’ve skipped every day this week. I’m a bit of a perfectionist in my daily life. I have no problem getting things done, but when I feel that I am incapable of doing things perfectly I often just avoid doing the thing. That’s how I feel about the gym. I’m not great at lifting weights and feel pretty incompetent compared to the other people at the gym, so I find myself skipping out of fear of failure. Anyway, that’s what happened this morning. I woke up slowly and made myself a coffee, then proceeded to drown out the taste of the coffee with creamer. I used to think caffeine didn’t affect me, but there’s something about the ritual of drinking coffee itself that I enjoy, it helps me wake up and start my day. This is especially the case on days where I am not feeling 100%. 

Once I finished my coffee (took me about an hour). I finally got up out of bed and got dressed for work. I sometimes wear makeup, usually on days that I head onto campus for class. But today I had a full day of teaching so I just put on clothes and brushed my hair/teeth to get ready. I headed out for my first class at about 10:00 am. My first class went really well, I was teaching a lesson about a ram. The kids were not huge fans at first, but it actually ended up being the most successful lesson I’ve had with this class. A lot of kids finished. A lot of my kids who aren’t the happiest drawing did a super good job today which was great.

I had a lunch break and ate a gigantic salad that I had prepped for by chopping vegetables earlier this week. I ate my salad slowly while watching videos on my phone. I paired the salad with a sweet tea. My salad had tons of chickpeas, lettuce, peppers, tomatoes, red onions, a very large helping of mozzarella cheese, olive oil, lemon juice, salt, and pepper on it.

I headed out to my second class where we were doing a very cute drawing of an Axolotl. This has been all my classes’ favorite drawing. The kids were super enthusiastic and were actually generally well-behaved today (this was out of character for this group of kids). One boy who had lost his drawing last week got reunited with his drawing and he was so happy! Made me feel really happy that he was so excited about his artwork. I also returned another drawing to a different girl who had forgotten hers last week. She was equally excited. I really love my students and working with them brings me so much joy and fulfillment. By the end of my day today I am feeling a lot better than I was this morning, my students were a big factor in making me feel better. 

9.28.22

5:01 pm

[pridewon]

@ymagishi​ said:  🤍 + yamayama of course ♥️♥️♥️ (all about that ship)

note: quite a few of these imply a timeskip setting, which we have plotted less about, so 1. do feel free to dispute any and all of these! 2. i left out the ns.fw-leaning question in case that’s not something you want to touch upon!

Who cooks meals for the other? They cook together. To be fair, as adults, they like to do quite a few household chores together, on top of leisure activities; it’s just more fun and less tiring that way! If Yukako is already home by the time Tadashi comes home from work, he just quickly changes and washes his hands before joining her in the kitchen to help prepare dinner, and she does the same if he’s home before she is. Also, Tadashi is not a big eater, but he finds cooking kind of relaxing, so if Yukako is a breakfast person, he’ll try more often than not to get up earlier to make sure it’s all ready for her when she awakes. 

Who spams the other with memes? It’s not as much memes a it is things that reminds them of the other, or of things they have done together. Tadashi is more prone to sending actual memes or things he finds funny; Yukako does it too, but she also started at some point to send him pictures of things she sees on the street, or in the shops, of a more sentimental value. Tadashi quickly reciprocated and he saves pretty much everything she sends him in a folder on his phone. 

Who likes to tidy around the house? If they had it their way, they would never tidy up, because that’s not fun and they could spend time doing something else. However, they don’t really like it when the apartment gets messy, so they’re quick to correct course: one of them will turn the music on, intently look at the other, and that’s usually the signal that it’s time to get to work. 

Who likes to play pranks on the other? It’s not pranks, it’s harmless jokes. Yukako is more prone to doing them than Tadashi is, and they’re always very efficient, because no matter how often she does it, he’s always caught off guard :’) and he always laughs with her: she knows his boundaries and sense of humour. He can and will retaliate sometimes, always in good humour and spirit.

Who asked the other to move in with them? They start spending a lot of time at each other’s place: Yukako has a section in Tadashi’s wardrobe that’s just for her and the clothes she periodically brings along, and he has a drawer at her place where he keeps his sports gear (her apartment is close to the Karasuno neighbourhood association’s gym so he swings by whenever he has practice). Eventually, they both start thinking about it independently from each other, and after months, blurt out the question at the same time at the restaurant; and stare at each other in complete shock for a solidminute whil processing what just happened. 

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride? They listen to pretty different styles of music, so they take turns intoducing the other to the band or artist they’re currently listening to. 

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? Tadashi is pretty ticklish but... if we’re talking more likely to inflict it on the other... I hope Yukako isn’t ticklish because if she is, the day Tadashi finds out, it’s over for her. He’ll strike when she least expects it. She’ll need to be on her toes all the time always. He’ll be like a shadow in the night. She will never be safe from the tickle attacks. 

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies? More often than not, she’s holding onto his arm, or they have their legs tangled up regardless of what they’re watching, so... Tadashi is lucky that there isn’t much of a difference when they watch horror films. He’s not very sensitive to scary movies, but he is squeamish during particularly graphic and bloody death scenes, for instance; if he squeezes Yukako a little tighter than usual, that’s why. 

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology? Tadashi studies electrical engineering, so... most of the time, he is the tech guy in their relationship by default. She’s better at social media though. 

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? It depends on the day. Tadashi is a pretty heavy sleeper most of the time though, so Yukako may be the first to wake up most of the time. If it’s a weekend and they have nothing to do, she’ll let him rest and watch him sleep - if it’s a workday, she’ll turn off the alarm and wae him up herself. 

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? They kind of both do, but Yukako is a tiny bit more prompt to do it. It doesn’t bother Yamaguchi, and she’s even managed to make him admit that he doesn’t look so bad on them. Yamaguchi returns the favour very often, because who wouldn’t want to take pictures of the most beautiful girl on the planet. 

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? Neither, and they both insist to be the one paying until one or the other relents. Tadashi will sometimes insist because u know, boyfriend treats girlfriend, even if he knows full well she doesn’t buy into the whole gentleman thing bvjdhbv but he gives her the puppy eyes and she can’t say no, it’s the law. 

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night? At the beginning, they kind of kept waking each other up, because Tadashi tends to turn (and drool) in his sleep, and Yukako’s hair takes up a lot of space. But they both got used to each other’s presence in the same bed, and they overcame those initial hurdles fairly quickly. 

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? Yukako without a doubt is the video game master of the two. He is genuinely impressed by her skill and knowledge, especially of the older vintage games. She tried to let him win once, but he wouldn’t have any of it: h’s determined he’ll progress and beat her eventually! No need to spare his feelings in the meantime! She’s just that good, why hide it for his ego!

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other? Tadashi, because he’s always still half asleep and will tumble on something/hurt his toe trying to get to the restroom and accidentally wake her up in the process vbgjvhbgv

#ymagishi #(yamaguchi; headcanons) #HERE U GO LOVELY I HOPE I DIDNT MISS ENTIRELY

[tommybaholland]

when they’re grumpy but their s/o wants attention [1.5k follower special]

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, nishinoya, and kageyama

thank you for sharing this fun celebration with me! can’t wait to host more :) enjoy! x 

kuroo

he’s not super temperamental but he can develop a short fuse when he’s stressed or overwhelmed 

you’ll try to get him to take a break but he gets stern really quick 

when he doesn’t give in like usual, you take defeat and leave the room

he immediately feels bad that he snapped at you 

he will hug and kiss you until you accept his ample apology 

“oh. hey, beautiful,” your boyfriend greeted after you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“what are you doing?” you asked, leaning down to look at the screen. 

“just work again.”

“do you wanna take a break and come cuddle with me?” 

“i wish i could, babe, but i need to get this done.”

“but you’ve been working forever. please, tetsu?” you give him your best pouty, puppy dog eyes that he always falls for. 

“not right now,” he replies shortly. 

you start playing with his hair, something you know he can’t resist. 

“babe, seriously. i’ll come cuddle with you later. now, please, i need to finish this. can you just leave me alone for another half hour?”

“fine.” 

“no, baby. wait--” the door slammed behind you before he could finish his sentence. he swears under his breath, knowing that he hurt your feelings. he quickly exits his work and gets up to go find you. 

you’re sitting on the couch, looking at something on your phone. he saunters over and immediately puts his head in your lap. 

“i’m sorry, kitten. i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. i’ve been stressed with everything lately but that’s no excuse because you don’t deserve that. i’m sorry.”

you sigh and try to get up but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your hips, pressing his face into your midsection. 

“no, baby, please don’t go. i need you and your cuddles. pleeeeaaasssseee,” he pleads, hugging you tighter. he feels your stomach vibrate against his face and he looks up to see you laughing lightly. 

“what’s so funny?” he chuckles with you. 

“nothing,” you reply, putting a hand in his hair. “you’re just so cute.”

“does this mean you forgive me?” he asks, sitting up. 

“i suppose you can be forgiven.”

“i’ll take it. now, c’mere.” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him to accept the many kisses he places on your cheek. 

kenma

he gets frustrated or irritated kinda easily 

mostly when he can’t complete a stage in one of his games 

he can displace his anger onto you when you want to snuggle up to him 

he doesn’t realize what he did until later when he finds you sitting by yourself

he has a simple apology but he makes up for the lack of attention he’s given you 

you always knew where to find kenma. in his room, playing a game. if it’s new, you probably won’t see him for a while as he tries to spend all his free time trying to complete it so visits to his house were frequent. 

even if you had an outing planned, he would try to get in some gameplay beforehand. 

“hey, ken,” you greeted as you entered his room.

he doesn’t respond for a few seconds as he vigorously mashes buttons to defeat the battle he was on. he lets out a frustrated grunt as the ‘lose’ screen taunts him before turning to you. 

“oh, hey.” 

“are you ready to go?” 

“yeah. um, let me just try one more time to beat this,” he negotiates. 

“okay,” you reply as you sit close next to him. he restarts the stage and you watch him play until you yawn and start to lean your head on his shoulder. 

“y/n, i can’t do this while you’re-- oh, god. no!” 

he loses again, causing him to harshly nudge you off his shoulder. 

“ugh, i was so close just then. why do you have to lean on me like that?”

“i’m sorry. i was just kinda tired.”

“well, maybe you should get more sleep so you don’t make me lose again,” he snaps. he mutters under his breath before picking the controller back up and starting again. 

he barely even notices you’re gone until he completes the stage on the next round. he gets up and goes to look for you. he finds you sitting outside his house, presumably waiting for him. he frowns, feeling guilty about what he said to you and continued playing instead of apologizing to you. you could’ve been sitting out here forever. 

“y/n?” he says softly, getting your attention. “i’m sorry. i was mad at the game, not you. i didn’t mean it like that. i’m ready to go now if you want.” 

you’re not totally convinced which prompts him to sit down next to you. he leans his head on your shoulder just like you had to him earlier. he slowly reaches his hand over to yours, interlocking your fingers. 

“i really like when you lean on me. please don’t listen to anything i say when i’m playing games.”

you sigh. “it’s okay. i forgive you. let’s go.” 

he nods, standing up with his hand still in yours. 

“can i have a hug?” he asks cutely, his other hand reaching for your elbow. 

you grin and nod, letting him pull you into him. he hugs you tightly, his fingers tickling your back as they brush across. he pulls away, his hands moving to hold either side of your head to kiss the tip of your nose. 

“okay, let’s go.” 

he holds your hand the whole way there. 

akaashi

he’s pretty calm and not quick to yell like kuroo but he can let stress take over easily

he’ll try to take a nap to relieve it but you come over as a surprise 

he doesn’t take it too well and ‘snaps’ at you 

you end up leaving his house completely and now he feels like he can’t just nap this one away

hugs and cuddles you as he apologizes 

he had finally felt the sweet embrace of his bed after the longest day ever. he just wanted to sleep it all away, easing his aching muscles. what felt like seconds later, he heard your voice. 

“keiji,” you roused, rubbing a hand over his back. “are you sleepy, babe?”

he groaned, shifting over to face away from you. 

“i’m trying to nap, baby. what are you doing here?”

“i just wanted to surprise you. you seemed like you were having a bad day,” you explained.

“yeah. i was. and you just woke me up.”

“oh, i’m sorry. i can rub your back if you want.”

“i want to take a nap. alone.”

“oh. i, um-- okay,” you stuttered, getting up quickly and leaving the room without another word. 

he couldn’t go back to sleep after that. you wanted to make him feel better and he only pushed you away. he quickly got out of bed, hoping he could catch up with you. you weren’t very far from his house as he rushed down the street. 

“y/n? please, wait!” 

you stop in your tracks but don’t turn around. his heart is hammering against his chest as he stops behind you, trying to catch his breath.

“i’m...sorry.”

“why are you apologizing? i’m the one who ruined your nap,” you reminded him. 

he walks around to stand in front of you, pretty eyes looking down at your wilted figure.

“no, you didn’t, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i was being a jerk and didn’t need to say that to you. i think i need you more than i need a nap. although, you and a nap would be nice, too.” 

your lips perked up slightly in a smile, making him lean down to get a better look at your face.

“is that a smile i see? no, don’t hide it. c’mere, beautiful.”

he takes you in his arms, hugging you tightly. he rocks you from side to side as he leans his head on top of yours. 

“i would love for you to join me for some cuddles. but i’ll probably fall asleep.”

you agree, smiling at him before he gives you a sweet kiss. he leads you back to his house where you go back into his room. you get all comfy under the covers with him lying on top of you, his head on your chest. 

he kisses your cheek a few times before laying down. “thank you, baby.” 

nishinoya 

he’s usually a very bright and happy-go-lucky boy but he can get irritated 

he’ll get way too amped up about something and then get frustrated when it doesn’t play out how he thinks 

he does get loud when he lets it all out on you as you’re trying to comfort him 

you try to hide your tears and leave him alone but he cannot believe he just yelled at you 

he will literally get on his hands and knees as he apologizes 

you liked to meet up with him after his practice so that you could walk home together. seeing him in the gym, you decided to surprise him by placing your hands on his shoulder and using him to brace yourself as you jumped into the air, which is something he would often do to you and his teammates. 

“hey, sweetie,” he greeted after turning around, looking kinda solemn.

“you ready to go?”

“yeah. let’s go.”

you followed him out but he didn’t take your hand like he would whenever you walked home. he could never hide his feelings though.

“ugh, i missed almost every dig today. every one! i’m so pissed, i’m going to do so many push-ups-- what are you doing!?”

he snatched his hand away from you when you tried to hold it. you winced at his sudden outburst. 

“um, i just wanted to hold your hand.”

“are you even listening to me? i’m really pissed off right now, babe.”

“i- i’m sorry,” you apologized. his heart broke when he heard the break in your voice and seeing your eyes become glossy. what was worse, he was the cause of it. 

you tried to push the tears back into your eyes. “i’ll walk by myself.” 

he grabbed your wrist quickly to stop you. “no, wait.”

you couldn’t hold it in and started sobbing. your hands coming up to cover your face. 

“don’t cry, beautiful,” he consoled, wrapping his arms around you. “that was stupid of me to yell at you. i love when you want to hold my hand. my emotions just got the best of me.”

“it’s, it’s okay,” you sobbed, wiping your eyes. 

“no, it’s not!” he declares. “what do i have to do to make it okay? please tell me, sweetheart.”

“oh, i know--”

“that’s okay, noya. you don’t have to--”

he was literally on his hands and knees in the middle of the road asking for your forgiveness. 

“oh, my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, smart, strong s/o! will you please forgive me and my idiot self for being a bad boyfriend?”

“noya, you’re not a bad boyfriend. please get off the ground.”

“not until you forgive me!” he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your tummy. 

“okay, okay. i forgive you,” you laughed. 

“yay!” he jumps up and into your arms, kissing you many times on the head. “you are my favorite person and i can’t stand to see you cry.” 

“now will you hold my hand?”

“of course. can i kiss you too?” 

kageyama

he’s known to be habitually grumpy 

he enjoys your presence the most so if he starts getting short with you, you know something’s bothering him 

yells like noya but you’ve heard it before so you’re able to leave him to cool off 

he’ll eventually realize he was being dumb and didn’t need to yell at you

but he’s not the smoothest at apologizing  

kageyama did not like school. he’d rather play volleyball for the rest of his life. he was good at it, he memorized all the plays, and he could understand it. but when he actually does study and still gets a bad grade, you’ll never hear the end of it.

“ugh, this is so stupid. i thought i studied enough!” he vented as you two sat in his room together. 

“it’s alright, tobi. we’ll just try something different next time, that’s all,” you consoled, patting him on the shoulder 

“pft. easy for you to say,” he grumbled.

“excuse me?”

“you get good grades all the time without any effort. it doesn’t make sense.”

“i actually try very hard and i want to help you--”

“well, i don’t need your help!” he blurts out, shifting away from your touch.

your lips draw into a hard line “that’s fine. i just don’t want you to get discouraged about school, that’s all. you know i care about you,” you reasoned. you could tell he was already on a short fuse and were currently trying to defuse him. 

“i just think that you should--”

“look, you’re not my mom! can you just shut up about this now? i’m done talking about it.”

you nod quietly before packing up your things and leaving. it was obvious he needed some time to himself and you weren’t about to be on the receiving end of his aggressions. 

later that night, there was a knock on your door. it was none other than your grumpy boyfriend who looked rather remorseful. 

“uh, hi.”

“what’s up?”

“i, i know you probably don’t want me here right now but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry.”

you simply nodded, the silence allowing him to keep talking. 

“i was being a dumb jerk. i know you care about me and i really, really care about you. i feel like i don’t appreciate you enough for everything that you do for me.” he looks down, ashamed of how unfulfilling his love seems compared to yours. 

“that’s not true, tobi,” you negate, reaching to him. “i know you care about me. you just have a different way of showing it. like coming here late at night with a-- is that a bento box?” 

“it’s some snacks my mom helped me make. she said this is good brain food. i was hoping you could help me with some homework.  also,” he looks away from you once more.

“i can’t go to the tournament if i don’t pass japanese lit. could you please help me?”

you look him up and down for a few moments before grinning. “of course i can.”

you let him into the house. you feel a tugging on your shirt and turn around to see him standing there awkwardly. 

“yes?”

“would you-- can you hug me, please?”

you don’t respond except with a smile and simply wrap your arms around his waist. he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck. 

“thank you. love you so much.” 

he has lots to learn, but he’ll get there and one day, it’ll be as easy as volleyball. 

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[miinesweeper]

john bender ⌁ a class act

pronouns: they/them type: fluff

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"i'm so fucking fed up with mr. collins," y/n fulminated with absolutely no exaggeration, yellow detention slip clamped and waggling around between their fingers as they moved, "he busts me for every little fucking thing,"

john leaned against the cold, smooth brick wall of the almost-never-used first floor girls' bathroom where y/n and him would go during school to talk (and do other things sometimes) when they simply couldn't bother going to class.

his eyes followed them as they paced back and forth, their footfalls echoing around the empty stone room. mr. collins was a name that bounced around this room pretty often, even though it was only the second month of school. every time y/n mentioned him, john's jaw clenched a little.

"oh, shorts a little too short? detention. one second late after the bell? detention. essay one sentence too short? detention!" they ranted, their hands motioning in front of them and landing at their sides in tight fists, "he fucking sucks! and i have to spend the whole year with him! miserable piece of shit-"

they were lucky no teachers were out in the hallways near the bathroom right then. they certainly would have both gotten saturday detentions for skipping class if anyone heard y/n shouting.

"he used to do the same shit to me," john replied, considerably more quiet than y/n, "the guy's a real piece of work,"

john figured that mr. collins was being so hard on y/n because he (and everyone else in school, for that matter) knew that they were dating him. and he got in trouble plenty last year when he was in mr. collins' class. y/n was just guilty by association.

"i don't think i'm gonna last this whole year without punching him,"

"not that i don't want to see him get his face smashed in, i do, sure as shit, but don't go getting violent," john instructed, considering lighting up a cigarette but deciding not to give away their hiding spot to any possible passersby, "what period do you have him, third? how about tomorrow you just skip and come here?"

he stood up from the wall and walk toward y/n, placing his hands on their waist. they shed the anger that was pent up tensely in their body language and hugged him, "sounds good," they said into his shoulder, "if he doesn't give me a detention first," they added bitterly.

"i don't think he will," john replied into their hair.

--

the end-of-second-period bell rang and the halls overflowed with kids, the dam-doors of classrooms unable to contain them anymore. y/n walked out of the large study hall room, walking slowly and leisurely through the halls as they weren't intending on going to their third period class.

to get to the bathroom that john and them usually hung around in, they had to walk past mr. collin's classroom though. it was a thirty second long speed-walk that filled y/n with anxiety. any second mr. collins could come out that door and catch them and make them go to class. probably serve them up a steaming hot detention too.

the worst part of the long, straight-forward journey down the hall was the second or two where they had to walk right past his door. the tall rectangle of glass in the door could mean life or death for them. they walked on the other side of the hall from it, as far as possible from being seen.

but just as they walked past the door, y/n flinched. mr. collins' yelling blew up like a bomb on the class, the surrounding ones too probably got some of the aftershock too. he was yelling the way that no teacher ever  yelled, no matter how rowdy and loud the class was being.

they wanted to stick around, maybe take a peak inside to see what made him so angry, but couldn't risk that. no one was around, so they made a beeline down the hallway, running like it was gym class.

they rounded the corner like a car screeching onto a quiet residential street, shoes squeaking along until they made it to threshold of the bathroom. they felt like they'd flown down the hall faster than a bullet.

john was already there, waiting for y/n in the same spot that he stood in the day before.

"what are you running like a bat outta hell for?" he asked, a confused look on his face.

"you're never gonna believe this," y/n said, catching their breath.

john leaned forward with interest, looking incredibly calm compared to his significant other, panting in front of him.

"i was literally just walking past mr. collins' class on the way here. and he just," they paused trying to think of the right way to describe the scene to him, "he just exploded, yelling at the class asking 'who did this? who the hell did this?'" y/n tried to imitate his anger, but couldn't even get close to sounding as furious as he had.

"oh? did what?" john asked, in a fake innocent tone that y/n had heard him use before.

"i didn't stick around long eno..."

john's face went from innocent to mischievous, a small hinting smirk.

"oh my god, john!" they said and playfully shoved his shoulder, "what did you do?"

his hands casually slid into his pockets, "well," his tone was like a smug movie director being asked about his amazing film, "all i really did was get some paint from my garage,"

y/n could already tell where this was going.

"you see, mr. collins' first class is third period, so he doesn't come in for an hour or two after everyone else. so, before third period, i got into his room and gave his chair a nice, fresh thick coat of black paint,"

the ecstatic but also somewhat terrified look on y/n's face made john feel proud.

"honestly i thought maybe he'd have a keen enough eye to spot it before sitting down in it, considering he notices every time your shorts are too short. but, clearly not," he shrugged. (haha, 'BUTT' clearly not- get it- cus he got paint on his butt-)

"you're going to be in such deep shit," y/n said, worried for him but overjoyed that he'd gotten revenge on the asshole english teacher.

"oh i know," he said. he'd come to terms with that part already; about seven years earlier when he first got in trouble at school and decided that no detention or suspension was going to stop him from doing whatever the hell he wanted. "god i wish i coulda seen his face," he said as he put an arm around y/n, "now that that's taken care of," he yanked a carton of cigarettes out of his jeans pocket, "smoke?"

"fuck yes," they said, taking the one he handed to them and resting it between their lips, waiting for him to light it.

the two sat against the back wall, taking puffs from their cigarettes, hand in hand.

y/n turned and looked at him, "you are fucking crazy, john bender,"

date: aug 31, 21' word count: 1052

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