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Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris - It's not Orange, It's Papaya

Welcome to the second instalment of my spinoff series – Besties for the Resties! I really thought that I could maybe have made a single chapter for each driver, BUT I feel like Oscar and reader would be too introverted together and the story would be a bunch of lines about silence and them staring at each other. They really needed Lando to be able to get talking and to banter.

I myself am very introverted and I freeze up around people that I don’t know. But when I’m with my extroverted friends, I have a completely different side! I don’t explicitly say this but I do base the reader off of myself most of the time. I am a Virgo, I am from Texas, and I just turned 20, so many of the lines I give the reader are things that I have said or would say. That being, do you think that the reader is a bit all over the place or is she a good solid character who acts in very realistic ways?

I hope you enjoy and please don’t forget to comment! I love reading everything that you all have to say about the story! It makes me happy to see that you’re enjoying it! (Also comment if you want to be added to the tag list!) Much love – author!

Of course the elevator had to be broken, on today of all days. You sludged up the stairs, leaving puddles to follow where you stepped. Once you hauled yourself to the top of the stairs, you stomped over to your apartment door. Why Christian wanted you to come to London for an extra training session during rainiest week of the break, you didn’t know.

You were supposed to be at Max’s house right now, eating dinner with his family. But noooooo. Max didn’t even have to come either. Something about how your test time was deleted, or something like that. You could barely hear Christian over the ocean when he called you in the middle of a beach day.

Your hand dug through your pocket, searching for the keys as you approached your door. But, your fingers never came into contact with the smooth metal piece. You flipped your pocket inside out, and all that fell from it was lint.

“Great. Just perfect,” you muttered as you looked at your door. You turned your head. Maybe Logan was here. You shuffled over and knocked. Tiredly, you rested your head against the nice wood.

After a few moments, you didn’t hear anything, which brought out another sigh. Of course he wouldn’t be here. He was probably back in the states for the break.

You were definitely making a statement by dripping all over the floor. Maybe you should lay down, floor time always helped. As you were about to lift your head, the door suddenly opened up.

You didn’t have enough time to react and found yourself sprawled in between Logan’s flat and the door frame.

“Logan am I so glad that you’re…You’re not Logan,” you looked up and were met with the sight of none other than Oscar Piastri.

He looked down at you, “Good to see you too Y/n.” He put out a hand for you to take. You gently placed your hand in his and he hauled you up. There was now a massive you-shaped puddle on the ground.

You looked down at it, “Sorry for the mess.” Oscar crossed his arms.

“Why are you knocking on Logan’s door at,” he looked over at the clock on the wall, “5 p.m.?”

You sheepishly grinned, “Well, I may or may not have forgotten my keys back at Milton.” Your hand scratched your head.

Oscar just stared at you. You stared back.

“Why are you here?” you quizzed. You knew that Logan and Oscar were best of friends, but didn’t realize that Oscar had a key to the flat.

He sighed, “Lando invited me to be in the Quadrant Christmas video and the filming is this week.” He ushered you to come more into the room so that he could close the door. “But Lando graciously forgot that Max Fewtrell only has one extra bed. So Lando took it and I called Logan to see if I could stay here.”

“Ah,” you nodded and looked down at yourself.

Oscar suddenly sputtered, “I will go get you a towel and then see if Logan has something in his drawers.” He quickly left, but then turned back around. You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“Do you know where everything is? I guess you’d be over here more than me.” You gave him a reassuring smile and walked deeper into the house. You had taken your shoes off before stepping on the carpet as to try to not drench everything.

In the bathroom, you found some towels. “Here,” you handed one to Oscar. “Could you wipe the puddle I left at the front while I change?” He nodded and disappeared down the hallway. You closed the door behind him and peeled of your soaked outfit.

You took some sweats and a random t-shirt from a drawer and put them on. You bundled your wet clothes and threw them in the wash as you walked towards the living space. It seemed like Oscar had already cleaned everything up since the towel was now hanging on the back on a chair. You ran another towel over your hair, drying it to the best of your abilities.

Oscar walked back in. The two of you stood in silence before you fished out your phone. You pressed on the uber app, but a notification told you that the roads were flooded and you’d have to wait until the morning. You sighed, which peaked Oscar’s interest.

“Everything ok?” he asked, Australian accent filled with concern.

You showed him the screen. “Everything is flooded. I can’t get back to get my keys.” Oscar looked deep in thought.

“You could always stay here?” It came out more like a question.

“I don’t want to trouble you,” you fiddled with your fingers. Before now, you had never said more than ten words to the Aussie. Sure, he was Logan’s friend, but he wasn’t your friend. You were about to say something, when a knock resonated in the small entrance. The two of you whipped to look at it. You both waited in silence before another knock sounded.

You raised an eyebrow and mouthed, “Are you expecting anyone?” Oscar shook his head. He quickly moved you behind him before looking out the peephole. He groaned before opening the door.

There, standing in the doorway, was a soaked Lando Norris. You wanted to laugh.

So you did.

The two boys looked at you while you tried to calm yourself down. Lando brushed past Oscar and made his way into the flat.

“By all means, welcome in,” Oscar sarcastically said. He locked the door and turned to look at him. You had finally been able to calm yourself down.

“Hi Lando,” you greeted before turning around to enter the kitchen.

“Uh, hi?”

Oscar hit the back of his head, “What happened to you staying at Max’s?”

Lando shrugged. “His girlfriend was over and I wasn’t about to watch them suck faces.” You snorted.

“Aha, felt.” The three of you kind of just watched each other. You were the first one to talk. “Lando, do you want a towel?”

He breathed a sigh of relief before answering, “Yes please.”

You turned and headed back into the direction of Logan’s bedroom. Thankfully there was one more towel. You also grabbed another pair of sweats and a t-shit. You reemerged from the hallway and handed the items to Lando.

“Bathroom is down the hallway to the left.” Your head jerked in the direction. Lando went around you and disappeared. You looked back at Oscar.

“So. Sleepover?” A smirk grew on your face, before your cheeks got hot and you panicked. “Unless you’d rather me go see if I can find the landlord to get another key. I wouldn’t want to make you or Lando uncomfortable?” You continued to ramble until Oscar lightly hit your face. That shut you up.

He rubbed his face. “No, Y/n it’s fine. Besides it’s getting late and I don’t think Logan would like it if I told you to leave.” You nodded as Lando finally came back, clothes in a heaping wet mess in his arms. You told him to put them next to the washer and that you’d start his clothes when yours were done.

Lando clapped his hands. “What’s the plan?”

You went to respond but Oscar beat you to it, “Sleepover.” You watched as Lando’s lips turned upwards.

“Hold on!” you yelled and watched Oscar and Lando jump in their place.

The two boys watched as you made your way to the kitchen. You leaned down to look what was in the fridge. “Jackpot. Bless you and you Americanness Logan.” You brought out three dark red cans and handed them to each boy.

They looked at the cans with the white font.

“What is this?” Lando asked, popping the can.

You gawked at them and smacked you head. “You’re telling me. You’ve been friends with Logan and he hasn’t given you Dr. Pepper!” They both shook their heads. “Well, it’s about time you tried it.” Two more pops sounded as you and Oscar opened your cans.

“Is it alcoholic?” Oscar asked, taking a sip of the sweet drink.

You looked at the both of them, “Guys, I’m twenty. And where I’m from, you have to be at least 21 to partake in such adultish things such as drinking alcohol.” You took a sip and closed your eyes. You could feel the freedom seep into your veins.

The boys looked at you strangely before Lando spoke in a childish voice, ‘Aw so you’re just a baby.”

“Says the one who acts like a 5-year-old,” you quipped. Oscar choked on his drink while Lando stared at you. Oscar quickly wiped his face. “Do you like it?”

Lando nodded, “It’s very sweet.”

“That’s the taste of freedom boys.”

“Y/n, none of us are under communism,” Oscar pointed out.

“But you both have a monarchy who makes all the decisions.”

“That’s Parliament,” Lando coughed, a smirk adorning his face.

“Tomato, tomato.” You waved your hand. “I think Logan has a severe addition to frozen pizzas. I could make one real fast?” Their stomachs answered for them.

You got to work by preheating the oven. When that was done, you carefully took off the plastic (not wanting to melt it onto the pizza), and placed the circle on a baking sheet. By now, the two McLaren drivers had moved to the couch. After setting the timer, you also joined them, but sat on the floor.

You looked them up and down at you sipped. “It’s weird seeing the two of you not in orange.”

Oscar slapped his face. “Here we go.”

Lando looked like you had insulted him, his whole family, and his cow. He sat up straighter and crossed his legs.

“It’s not orange, it’s papaya,” he emphasized the syllables.

“It falls into the orange category of colors,” you bit back.

“Then it would be called orange then. Oh wait, it’s not.”

“Aren’t you a sassy little dude,” you peered at him. “It’s giving Scorpio.” Lando lit up like a Christmas tree. Oscar again, face palmed.

“Please let’s not start this,” Oscar groaned. However, you and Lando didn’t listen to him. The two of you began to discuss star signs and what characteristics came with them. He was surprised when you told him that you were a Virgo.

“Aren’t they shy?”

You looked down at your fingers, “I’m shy until I get comfortable. Believe me, when I first saw you guys, I was shaking like a leaf. I still do. And if you put me into a room full of strangers I will find a way out so help me.”

Lando dramatically brought you into a hug, his face pressed against yours. His hand came up to pat your head as you shot help-me-eyes at Oscar. “It’s ok little introvert, your extrovert is here to protect you.” You shoved him off when you heard the oven beep. The pizza had turned out perfectly.

Not wanting to do dishes, you three ate off of paper towels. You picked up the remote as you ate a bite. “What movie should we watch? Logan has Disney Plus.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, “Yeah I know. You two finished Cars without me.”

“It’s not like we can’t start it over.” You turned to Lando. “Have you seen Cars 2?”

Lando scoffed, “Of course I’ve seen Cars 2.”

You held up your hands in mock defeated as you turned the movie on, “You seem uncultured.” You missed the look that Lando gave you.

Like it always is, Cars 2 was fabulous. Lando was the first one to speak during the movie. His finger was pointed at the large TV.

“Look its Charles.”

You thought he was pointing at Lightning McQueen, but Francesco. You and Oscar wheezed at the revelation.

“But Charles is Lightning though,” your hands now pointed at the flashy red car now on screen.

Oscar took a sip from his Dr. Pepper, “Lando would be the Volkswagen.”

You gasped, “You’re right. He’s such a Filmore. Logan would be Sarge.” The two boys laughed out loud.

The three of you screamed as you saw Lewis’s car come up. Lando quickly took a picture and promised to send it him.

The movie continued before Lando spoke again, “Yeah, Max is definitely Mater.”

“I know right,” you said, munching on another slice of pizza. “What car is Oscar though, none of them really fit him.” Oscar gave you an offended look.

“He’d be Axelrod.”

“I beg your pardon,” Oscar whipped his head around to look at Lando.

“Well you would. I swear, if you were planning our demise, no one would think it’d be you.”

You jumped in, “Either him or the Professor.” Oscar grimaced and shook his head.

“I’ll take Axelrod.”

“Y/n you’d be McMissile.” You fist pumped.

“Why does she get to be the cool character?”

“Because I’m better than you?” That earned you a scoff from the Aussie.

“Sure. Just because you’re going to be driving a rocket ship doesn’t mean you’re better.”

“Ladies, ladies, ladies, can we quiet down, the movie is still going on,” the Brit complained. You and Oscar leaned back and continued to watch the movie. You’re pretty sure that Lando was in tears at the end, and you and Oscar couldn’t help but tease. You went to change the movie to another one, when yet another knock sounded on the door.

The three of you froze and slowly turned to look at the door, as if it would move. The knock sounded again. You and Oscar pushed Lando closer to the entrance. He gave you both a stink eye before looking opening the door wide open.

“Christian!” you squealed and ran over to the older man. He was smart enough to have brought a rain coat and jacket.

He held out your keys, “I think you forgot something.” He looked over your shoulder and stared at the two McLaren drivers. “Giving our secrets away Y/n?”

You looked over a smirked, “As if they could use them properly in their tractor.” The two boys rolled their eyes in sync. Christian bid you goodbye and closed the door behind them. You noticed a sad look on the guys’ faces.

You shrugged and sank down into the couch once again, a blanket over your lap. You looked at them as they continued to stand. With your eyebrow raised, you questioned, “Why are you two still standing there?”

They shrugged and joined you.

Lando looked at you, “I think we thought that you’d want to go to your flat now.”

“Well boys, I was promised a sleepover. And a sleep over I will get. Now, what movie are we going to watch? I say Spider-man Homecoming. Lando is it true that Tom Holland is going to play you in a movie?”

“My lips are sealed.”

“That’s ok. He’s not called the Spoiler King for nothing!”

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👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ STELLAS RELATIONSHIP WITH RUTGER

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

°. — asks about stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🩷୧˚ stella & rut!

°. — smutty asks about Stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨💒୧˚ smutty stella & rut!

°. — STELLA AND RUTGER!

°. — BASICS!

When did they meet Stella and Rutger first met in 2022, they were both freshmans and luke introduced them at a party.

When was there first date, and who asked Rutger asked Stella on a date after many months of crushing on her, they had their first date in late February. (2023)

When did they start dating, and who asked They had been going on dates and practically dating since March, they just didn't make it official official until April 1st, when Stella asked him to be her boyfriend (2023)

When did everyone find out Everyone found out on Thanksgiving when stella posted a instagram story with a picture of rutger with the caption being ‘Most thankful for him”

Who said I love you first Rutger was the one who said I love you first.

More backstory of them Even though it took them a while to make it official, they basically were dating since march. They were doing things all couples do, just in secret. Stella was starting to feel insecure that they hadn't made it official and she couldn't wait anymore, she had sent him a text to come to her dorm. He had rushed over, thinking something was wrong by how she texted him. But he was very much happily surprised when as soon as he walked through her door she blurted out ‘be my boyfriend…please’

°. — DETAILS!

Their tropes sunshine x sunshine, brother’s friend x friends little sister, golden retriever bf x orange cat gf

Their love languages stella’s; physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service. rutger’s; physical touch, gift giving, acts of service.

Their favorite sleep position as long as they are touching their good, they alternate between the little and big spoon positions, rutger likes laying on his back so Stella is pretty much just curled up against him.

Their pet names for each other rutger; pretty girl, baby, my girl, kitten. Stella; lovey, baby, love bug, stud.

Their couple songs The Only Exception by Paramore & I’m yours & eyes don’t lie by Isabel LaRosa

Their contact names for each other rutger; “pretty girl 🩷” Stella; “lovey 🩵”

Their first impressions of each other when rutger first met stella he immediately noticed her smile, she had given him a shy smile as she stood next to her older brother, holding onto his arm so she wouldn't get lost when they walked through the packed house. She was shy, but very friendly and kind. When Stella first met rutger she had noticed his laugh, he was laughing with luca when her and luke walked over to them. She quickly noticed that she liked the sound of his laugh throughout the night as they talked.

°. — FUNFACTS!

𐙚 They kept their relationship a secret for 8 months

𐙚 They both see each other in there future, wanting to marry and grow old together!

𐙚 Rutger is very confident about himself and their relationship, but he can’t help but get jealous and possessive sometimes with how many people flirt and want Stella.

𐙚 They are each other’s good luck charm!

𐙚 Stella has a necklace with the letter R and a necklace with the number 2 on it, both given to her by Rutger.

𐙚 Rutger has a superstition where he can’t play a game without having Stella’s initial somewhere on his stick.

𐙚 Stella loves making playlists for Rutger

𐙚 Rutgers family absolutely love Stella so much, she has a great relationship with them!

𐙚 Stella’s family also love Rutger! Rutger has a great relationship with her parents and brothers!

𐙚 Rutger loves driving Stella around even though she knows how to drive

𐙚 Rutgers loves when Stella draws/paints him! He keeps all of her art work that she gives him

𐙚 Stella loves playing hockey with Rutger at the rink!

𐙚 They love playing video games together! They have their own Minecraft world together, and a ton of pets that Stella calls their children.

𐙚 Rutger rented a cabin for a week and the two of them went away for a vacation.

𐙚 They love hot tubs! Have been caught a few times making out in them . . .

𐙚 They love making silly TikTok’s together!

𐙚 they are so clingy to each other

𐙚 they have a diner that means a lot to them, they went there for the first date and they are now regulars, the owner absolutely love them!

𐙚 Rutger is extremely protective of Stella!

𐙚 they have already planned there wedding . . . and how many kids they want and what they would name them.

𐙚 they have weekly movie nights!

𐙚 Rutger loves how sensitive Stella is!

𐙚 on the off season Rutger is quite the stoner

𐙚 high make out sessions all the time during off season!

𐙚 They will always support each other!

𐙚 Are always being teased by ruts teammates and their friends for being the best couple and how clingy they are!

𐙚 They are the it couple!

𐙚 Rutger always has his eyes on her during party’s, loving to watch Stella dance with her friends(and to make sure she’s safe), and dance with her!

𐙚 most of the time at party’s there up in a room or closet making out

𐙚 they both have a high libido

𐙚 they are so touchy omg

𐙚 could make out for hours!

𐙚 they are always texting whenever one of them is out of state.

𐙚 they both have a great relationship with each others friends!

𐙚 They love going to the drive inn for dates!

°. — THEIR THINGS!

𐙚 making out in elevators

𐙚 feeling safe in each others arms

𐙚 playing footsies under every table they sit at

𐙚 immediately looking at each other whenever they hear or see something outrageous

𐙚 sharing the food they order

𐙚 slapping each others ass

𐙚 rutger helping stella paint her nails

𐙚 pausing the movie/show a billion times so they can talk about what just happened

𐙚 staring into each others eyes

𐙚 sending each other cute pictures/videos of animals

𐙚 shotgunning into each others mouth

𐙚 singing love songs to each other on there late night drives

𐙚 pulling each other closer in crowds

𐙚 building Lego sets together

𐙚 putting there hands into each others back pockets

𐙚 falling asleep in hammocks

𐙚 always finding a way to mention each other

𐙚 binge watching criminal minds, the walking dead, pretty little liars and gossip girl

𐙚 longgg naps

𐙚 making homemade pizzas

𐙚 Study dates !!!!

𐙚 drinking hot chocolate and doing crossword puzzles

°. — THE INTERNETS FAVORITE MOMENTS!

﹕─┈ the internet absolutely loves all the TikTok’s they make together! They always go viral !!

﹕─┈ how Rutger always finds a way to mention Stella!

﹕─┈ when Stella’s brothers mention Stella and Rutger

﹕─┈ when they go to hockey games together and they always get put on the big screen!

﹕─┈ all the pictures that are taken of the couple, especially the ones when they share a big kiss after his games!

﹕─┈ the pictures of Rutger being seen at almost all of her competitions!

﹕─┈ when Luke talked about his summer and mentioned Stella and Rutger and them at the lake house!

﹕─┈ when Rutger was accidentally seen in the back ground of a umich video in the locker room with his shirt off, a few hickeys seen on his v-line

﹕─┈ how giggly and happy Stella gets when she’s asked about her relationship on podcasts

﹕─┈ just how in love they are really!

﹕─┈ when Gavin accidentally spilled on a live he didn’t get much sleep the night before because the people next door at the hotel were being ‘loud’ winky face . . . fans found out he was talking about Stella and rut

°. — LOCKSCREENS!

Rutger’s;

Rutger took this when the two went exploring so she could take some pictures, Rutger took this picture and ever since Stella sent it to him it’s been his lock screen since !

Stella’s;

The person Stella became once these pictures came out, like she drove her friends crazy with how much she talked about them. And poor rutger was so flustered (he loved it) with how much Stella complimented him.

°. — MOODBOARD!

a/n ﹒ I really wanna make an n.sfw version ! I’d just need some ideas. If you have some, please feel free to send them in my inbox, please just clarify that it would be for the n.sfw profile !!!

°. — taglist ( @privatemythss @cixrosie @toasttt11 )

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haiii :D anon who requested courting rituals with kabru here !! i meant to imply somewhere like southeast asia , ( although i could totally see kabru being from an area near the himalayas or something , like nepal , since he shares a name with one of the mountains ) but i intentionally tried to specify it reallyy vague so anyone could relate ! (๑>◡<๑)

but to be fair , i dont really think dungeon meshi really mentions the southeast much or even at all ?? (｀_´)ゞother than the mention of toshiro being from the eastern archipelago , so i'd imagine reader would be from one of the various scattered islands there towards the south ? :0

( also if you need an example , some traditional courting where i'm from is something like meeting the parents and asking for permission to pursue , handwritten letters , meaningful conversations , various gifts like flowers , and serenading ! plus just genuine respect and a willingness to wait ^_^ even though im pretty sure kabru would get a bit impatient sometimes ehehe )

i know it sounds like something pretty simple but even the little things can go a long way ٩(^‿^)۶ !!

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…ft! kabru x male! reader

…tags! courting, mentions of marriage, meeting reader’s family, reader is from an unspecified place outside the island, dancing, mentions of having kids

…word count! 2025

…notes! tried to make these imagines broad but not extremely so, and some of these courting gestures do have a little kabru flare to them because he’s like that. feedback is greatly appreciated, because i want to make sure my writing is accurate to each request!

Kabru isn’t someone I’d see dating casually. Sure, he frequently uses his charm to sway people’s opinions and get them on his side, but I don’t think he’s really been in a proper relationship before at all. So if Kabru’s pursuing you, it’s for keeps.

Family is a really important thing in courting/marriage culture all around the world, so trust and believe that one of the first things he does is try to get on good terms with your family members.

Don’t underestimate the man, he will somehow deduce the mailing addresses of your immediate and extended family and immediately started getting in contact, saying he was a friend of yours and telling them about the time spent with you. Pretty quickly after that, your family starts sending you letters telling you that you should’ve told them about that lovely young gentleman you’d met sooner.

“Kabru?”

Arms crossed, you did your best to remain steadfast even as your companion looked at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile.

“Yes?” His response was laced with false innocence, but you knew he knew. He just got a kick out of hearing you say it yourself.

With a sigh, you would slump your shoulders and ask, “how did you find out the mailing address of several of my family members?”

“Oh, that was just a coincidence,” the man lied. “Remember when one of your packages got misdelivered to the tavern? The return address happened to stick in my memory, and I got curious to learn more about your family. After all, they contact you quite a bit, and I was curious about your relationship.”

Despite your lack of a headache, you rubbed your temples with your index and middle fingers to express your exasperation with the man. Kabru was great, he really was, but sometimes he confused you greatly….

“You could’ve just asked, you know that?”

The close-eyed smile he gave you in return let you know that you probably hadn’t gotten through to him much.

“I just thought it would be a nice surprise, don’t you agree?”

He might not express it much outwardly, but deep down, Kabru is really worried about being good enough to obtain the blessing to pursue you. That’s why he tries to cover as many bases as possible to be the best possible suitor for you.

When he does get to meet your family in person, he does as much preparation as humanly possible to make it all go perfectly. He studies up on local politics, sports, and cuisine in order to be able to make good conversation with your family.

I think Kabru also rather likes kids, so he’s extremely good with any younger family members you may have, which is likely to score points with your parents and other adults in the family. Kabru loves hearing the funny things kids say and seeing what sort of things their vibrant minds come up with, so he’d do things like play pretend with them. He’s also pretty physically fit, so he could play a sport or outdoor game with them too.

Even if he appears perfectly calm on the inside, he was absolutely scared shitless when he asked your family for permission to pursue you. He would assure them that he’s very much prepared to be with you in the long term, and even came prepared with things like savings for marriage or even a dowry if that’s something that is typical in your region.

Overall, Kabru is a polite, poised, and extremely well educated young man, so he’s someone that pretty much any parent would want as a son-in-law. Hearing their words of approval was like lifting the weight of an entire city off his shoulders.

“I was so worried,” your partner would admit after the fact. Completely unable to wrap your head around such a thing, you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“How could you be? You’re perfect, Kabru. If anything, I was worried you’d have something better to do than settle down with me.”

Those piercing blue eyes bored into your skull, looking at you as if you were the most insane man in the world for having said such a thing.

“How could that be when you’re perfect too?”

The question left you in such a shocked and flustered state that you hardly noticed him move into you felt both his hands holding one of your own, thumbs resting almost reverently on top of your ring finger.

“It’s almost embarrassing now to admit that at one point in time, I didn’t see a future for myself. I guess that was because I hadn’t seen you yet?”

A ‘pfft’ sound escaped your mouth almost instantly. “Oh, no need to use your smooth lines on me.”

Both thumbs pressed down on your finger ever so slightly, in the place where perhaps a ring might go.

“I mean it, I really do.”

Whether it be providing for you or taking care of a home, Kabru does his best to learn anything he needs to no one order to be a good partner. The man actually isn’t very good at taking care of himself, so him learning housework and cooking for your sake really goes to show just how devoted he is.

In fact, on one of your dates, he surprises you by presenting you with a dish he cooked himself — one from your homeland. Even if it’s not perfect, you can tell he put so much love into it.

“The arrangement of it is kind of messy, I know….” Seeing Kabru of all people acting sheepish was certainly a rare sight. As strange as it was, thinking about the implications of such a thing made you feel all warm inside. He really cared for you that much, huh……

“It’s not the appearance of it that matters, it’s the taste.” You were quick to reassure him, smiling as you took the necessary utensils in one hand. “Besides, knowing that you tried so hard for me is more than enough. I mean, I hardly ever see you cook for yourself.”

There was no way Kabru could deny your statement, so he could only nod and look to the side. Instead of directly addressing your correct assessment of his skills, he pivoted into an adjacent topic. “Cooking has always been a gesture people perform for the people they care about. All over the world, it’s something that connects families and couples… it’s only natural I should try it, regardless of my skill level.”

Your partner’s explanations of his acts of service, despite sounding like they came right out of some textbook, never failed to charm you. At its core, it was yet another reminder of how hard Kabru worked to understand how to be a good partner for you.

“It means a lot to me,” you reassured him, lifting the food to your lips, not quite eating it yet. Kabru did his best to keep his expression stone still to hide his anticipation as you inhaled the scent of the dish, making a small humming noise in reaction that he couldn’t help but overthink on the inside. Was it good? Bad? Did he not use enough spices? Too many spices? He knew he should have triple checked the recipe…

While the tallman was overthinking, you readily accepted the labor of love into your mouth, deliberating on its texture and flavor as you chewed. A sharp exhale escaped you immediately after swallowing, after which you would chirp with delight,

“It’s really nice!”

Kabru’s shoulders relaxed for the first time in the date. Mission accomplished.

I imagine Kabru keeps a journal not only about daily events, but also about people, so sometimes as a gift you might get one of the pages of his journal that has an entry about you. Sometimes the page may also contain little doodles or sketches of you, many of which were when he was admiring you without you noticing.

Kabru’s got a pretty nice singing voice, actually, and he seems to speak multiple languages, so he may try learning songs in your language to sing to you. It’s as smooth and romantic as you’d imagine, but if you start singing along with him, you can see him start to melt the second he hears your voice. You really are his weakness.

Another thing — dancing! Kabru has likely had ballroom dance lessons, but other types of dance are ones he’s more unfamiliar with. If you ever know a regional dance you want to teach him, he’ll be happy to learn, albeit super embarrassed at his own clumsiness. Being able to romance you with honeyed words and picture perfect gestures is something he prides himself on, but you reassure him that he’s just as charming even now.

A chorus of ‘sorry’s followed almost in time with the rhythm of your own feet. The man responsible for said chorus, however, didn’t seem to have much rhythm of his own yet, and was feeling rather bashful as a result.

“It’s rare that I get to see you clumsy, Kabru.” There was a teasing lilt in your voice that the other man immediately read into, despite his best judgment. Logically, he knew that you would never say something intentionally cruel to or about him, but when he was always so eager to have your favor, it was hard not to worry.

Another apology escaped his lips, after which one of your hands left its assigned position to rest under his chin. The movement of the rest of your body stilled, focusing only on getting the one you loved so dearly to face you. Blue irises were met with not a trace of malice, only the truest of endearment.

“It’s fine, Kabru.” The affection in your voice paired with how insistently you pitched these words to him gave him the strength to smile and nod in understanding, his own paranoid be damned. Resolving his habitual apologizing sated you, though you were certainly not done loving on the man that you called yours.

“Honestly it’s nice to be able to teach you things firsthand. You spend a lot of time reading about things, probably to surprise me, which is great, don’t get me wrong — but I like this.”

The little head tilt you did without thinking drove him wild on the inside, but he did his best not to show it. It would be so easy to kiss you like this.

“I like being able to feel like I can teach you something, even when you know as much as you do.”

Considering it made you this happy, Kabru might start asking you to teach him things a lot more often. For once, the thought of putting the situation in someone else’s hands made him feel warm inside instead of uneasy.

“Yeah, I like it too.”

Fashion may not be one of Kabru’s biggest interests, but the sight of you in any culture or region-specific clothing that you like always has him in awe of just how dashing you look.

This goes double if it’s your wedding and you’re wearing a traditional outfit, maybe even something passed down in the family. You might as well just kill the man then and there, really.

Speaking of marriage and family, I think Kabru would actually really like adopting a kid some time in the future, as long as everything is stable and such. Kabru himself was adopted, so the idea of becoming a home for a child who may have lost the home they had before is a concept rather close to his own heart.

Future used to be something Kabru fought desperately to create for all of humanity while never, ever considering his own place in it. So much changed after meeting you — he could actually see himself having a future now. Being an important character in a story instead of just the person telling it to somebody else.

More than anything, you saved him. He doesn’t tell this to anybody other than you, but as you lay together at night, he insists he wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.

#ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ fallow’s works!#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi x reader #dungeon meshi imagines #delicious in dungeon #delicious in dungeon x reader #delicious in dungeon imagines #kabru x reader #kabru of utaya x reader #kabru of utaya #kabru dungeon meshi

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ruby-winchester24 · 1 year

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Craig Tucker headcanons!

{sfw+nsfw} {fem reader}

when you first met Craig your freshman year of high school you were put off by his “i don’t give a fuck” demeanor

but after getting to know him, you found out he was just a sweet kid with many walls

when you first started dating it came as a surprise to the school, that Craig wasn’t fully gay

Tweek was hurt at first to see his past lover move on but he decided to move on also

he is extremely territorial of you, he hates when other men try to talk to you

during football games he can’t stop staring at you on the sidelines in your cheerleading uniform

for homecoming week you wore his jersey for there homecoming game and he was smitten

pda is sometimes okay, he likes to hold your hand out waist when you walk

he is a secret admirer, even when you are dating he will sit there and admire your beauty

writes love notes to you for every month anniversary

since stripe passed away you guys got a new guinea pig and named him spot

his love language is physical touch, he loves holding you close

is super big on cuddles, every time you hang out there is a cuddle sesh

says i love you in the first month because he is smitten with you

plays with your hair

the first time you ever saw him cry is when you had your first fight,

it scared you at first because you have never seen him so vulnerable

“the reason why i am upset is because they don’t have good intentions, they want to use you!”

“your the only person i love, i would give you the whole world if i could”

comforting him was a little bit of a struggle because you didn’t know how

when you cry it’s the same for him

he doesn’t know how to respond to your emotions

ok Fridays you and Craig’s gang hang out at Tolkien’s house because he rich, and they have a pool

you and Jimmy are besties 👯

he loves when he lays on your chest so you run your hands through his hair

is actually a very extroverted person when you get to know him better

6’3, fucker is tall

when he kisses you he holds your head with both of his hands on each side of your head

always updates you on what’s happening when your not in class together

“dude Cartman just swung at Kyle”

“ wtf why💀”

“because remember how we have a presentation about WWII?”

“yeah..?”

“well Cartmans presentation was about hitler being right about jews and shit like that and obvi pissed kyle off and he just swung out of nowhere and it was great”

“damn i wish i had history with you guys😭”

late night drives are very common for you, it’s when you can be alone and talk about anything

always kisses your neck or forehead

when you are stressed he will rub your back until you fall asleep

he loves movies and makes you watch them with him

is you do any activities, he is always there with a smile on your face watching your every move

for valentine’s day he gets you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers and a poem he wrote for you

he sells vapes for easy money

gives you free ones if you want any

his family really likes you

his mom always tells you stories of when he was young, and you guys always gossip🤭

his dad thinks your a good match for his son

Tricia really likes you and asks to hang out with you guys all the time

Craig usually says no😞

your name for him in his phone is “Mrs Tucker🫶🏼”

will always listen to what you have to say he is more of a listener then anything

when he gives you a sweater of his or a stuffed animal, he sprays his cologne on it

he loves when you wear his hat he thinks it looks so cute on you

always tells you how beautiful you look, it is an everyday occurrence

he sees you being together for a long time in the future but he doesn’t want to say anything to jinx it

he really likes eye contact, it feels so sensual to him

tells you all about his hyper fixations, aka all the space facts he knows

always asks if you ate today

is extremely good at reading people and knows exactly when your upset

“hun what is wrong?”

“nothing is”

“yes, something made you upset your shoulders got tense”

“you know me too well”

his parents are pretty layed back so they let you have sleepovers

once his dad flipped you off and it scared the shit out of you because you thought you did something wrong

almost all the photos you have together, Craig’s flipping off the camera🤦🏽‍♀️

he really likes to lift it helps relieve stress

he has a photo of you in his car, locker, phone case and room

you made a scrapbook of all the things you have done together, it contains dried flowers, the love notes he gives you, pictures of you guys and special dates

he def listens to R&B

always play fights with you, he usually body slams you on the bed

when you facetime him he always puts spot on the phone so he can say hi to his mom

you babysit Tricia whenever his parents are away and Craig is busy

she loves you though so it’s always a win win

if you ever ask Craig to be in a Tiktok with you it always takes you begging him for 19 straight minutes

when he snaps you it’s always a photo of him doing this face 😐

he loves the simple things in life like taking a walk or a picnic with you

calls you Mrs Tucker in front of his friends

if anyone tries to flirt with you he will go psycho

he will rip that guy a new one and swing, and yes it’s happened before

he hums or taps his finger to a beat when concentrating

he loves music and has a collection of vinyl records

sometimes he will put on his Frank Sinatra vinyl and you guys will slow dance

NSFW!!

he is a dom 100%

low key a sadist, he is also very kinky (it’s always the quite ones)

he loves to see you a wimpering mess begging to be touched by him

his favorite is edging

to see you so excited about your release but then being able to take it away makes him feral

6’5 inches but he is pretty girthy

he loves toys, especially paddles

brat tamer all the way

if you have been bad he will bend you over his knee and make you count and say thank you after each spank

he is not lacking muscle, god no, his arms are very defined and he has a great v line and soft abs

is very rough during sex usually

if he is in a very romantic mood it will be slow and passionate

he loves to mark you up, especially on your thighs

loves degrading you,

“god your such a slut”

“you stupid whore, you like it when i fuck you senseless, yeah?”

“be quite slut, you don’t want to be punished, huh?”

loves face fucking

his favorite position is doggy style because he can pull your hair and arch your back

is very into bondage and always practices on you

when he does he makes sure to be careful the first time to make sure it’s safe, if he hurt you he would never forgive himself

nipple clamps are also one of his favorites and gags

he loves to see you tied up, a submissive mess, begging to cum

his favorite part about you is your boobs and stomach

loves to be called sir or daddy

when you first did he swore he almost died because of how hard he came

really likes to go raw, he loves how it feels and really likes to cum on your face

when you suck him off he holds your head so he can be in control

loves to give you head, usually overstimulates you on purpose

“p-please sir i c-can’t anymore!”

“yes you can, i need to taste you again”

aftercare is usually really sweet

he usually apologizes if he went to far or said something that hurt your feelings

will get you water and ibuprofen incase your sore

he will get you all cleaned up and dress you

holds you in his arms with a grip of steel

kisses your forehead and your lips

i really enjoyed writing this, and i’m always open to requests i love writing for you guys. i hope you enjoyed this❤️

#south park #sp craig #craig tucker #south park craig #craig x reader #south park headcanons #south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker x you

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movedtone0mile · 1 year

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the perfect hostess

60s AU

husband!Jaehyun x housewife!F!reader

feat Johnny and Taeyong

warnings: 60s gender roles, mention of alcohol, johnny and taeyong are attracted to Y/N, smut, minors dni!!! bad english from a french person (blame grammarly), probably anachronisms idk how folks talked in this period but you ain’t reading this for historical accuracy.

word count: 3.5K

AN: I tried something new ok, I addressed Y/N as “she” rather than “you”, tell me if you have a preference, but I’m not a big fan of this formula (“she” sounds more repetitive to me for some reason and I had to use ”Y/N” a lot more which I know can bother some people)

summary: Jaehyun loves his wife, she's lovely, pretty and most importantly: the perfect hostess. So when he invites his co-workers Johnny and Taeyong over, he's pleased to see that they all envy his marriage.

Jaehyun and Y/N could not be a happier couple. They lived in a well-furnished suburban house, Y/N was a dedicated housewife and Jaehyun was a successful businessman. He worked hard to provide for his family, but always found time to enjoy his wife’s company, despite his busy schedule. Oh Y/N was certain she made the best match in town.

Jaehyun was very much in love with his wife, and always looked forward to coming home to her after a long day at work. Y/N, on her side, admired Jaehyun's work and dedication to what he did. She loved hearing about his work projects and the challenges he faced. So when Jaehyun suggested this dinner with his colleagues, she was happy to accept. “It sounds like a great idea darling.”

He nodded excitedly. “Yes, I would be delighted if you met them.” Walking behind her, he blew air on her exposed neck, making her shiver. “And it would also be an opportunity for me to show off your fantastic cooking skills.”

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his compliment. "Well, I'd love to have them over. How many are we talking about?"

“Just a few. Two, maybe.” Jaehyun said. “I would not want the whole office to think that I am their friend. I have to maintain some kind of hierarchy, you know.”

"I'll start planning the menu then," Y/N replied, already thinking about the dishes she could prepare.

“Well, we are not in a hurry..” Jaehyun kissed her neck, down to her clavicles and Y/N gripped the counter as she sighed.

꧁ ♡ ꧂

Dinner was scheduled for Friday, and as the end of the week approached, Y/N's excitement grew, and she spent her week focusing on making sure everything was perfect. She was both impatient and anxious. She was determined to make a good impression.

On the morning of the dinner, Y/N woke up early, eager to get started on the preparations. She took extra care in selecting the ingredients for the meal, making sure they were fresh and of the highest quality. She meticulously cleaned and arranged the dining room, preparing the house for the arrival of Jaehyun and his colleagues. Then, she spent hours in the kitchen, cooking up a storm.

In the evening, she heard the sound of keys turning in the lock, accompanied by a bunch of husky voices. The men arrived promptly at the agreed-upon time, Jaehyun insisted on not making his wife wait.

When they walked through the door, Y/N rushed out of her apron and into the lobby.

The two men putting their jackets on the coat rack were very handsome. The former threw her a bright smile, to which she responded shyly, meanwhile, the other was taller than Jaehyun and had sharp eyes. Hers dropped to the floor, and she did not dare to hold eye contact with him.

“Don’t mind her, she can be a bit shy.” Jaehyun chuckled.

His soft smile managed to ease his wife a little, and she eventually welcomed their guests with a warm demeanour. Jaehyun introduced Y/N to the two men, who she now recognized as Taeyong and Johnny. Jaeyhun had insisted on her calling them by their first names, but she did not feel comfortable enough yet.

Y/N led her guests to the dining room, where they were met with a beautifully set table and the delicious smell of the food she had prepared. Jaehyun followed closely behind and the group settled in around the table.

꧁ ♡ ꧂

Y/N came back from the kitchen, holding a platter of steaming hot lasagna in her hands. She felt a surge of nervous excitement when she set it in the centre of the beautiful spread she had laid on the table her husband and his colleagues were seated. “I hope you all like lasagna.”

Jaehyun looked up at her with a grin. “I am sure it will be perfect, love.”

Johnny and Taeyong took in her elegant dress and overall stunning appearance and smiled. She felt her cheeks flush under their gaze, not used to receiving the attention of men who weren’t her husband.

“Thank you for having us over, Y/N.” Taeyong said, his voice smooth. “It looks absolutely delicious.”

Johnny nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on his friend’s wife. “Yeah thanks for having us. You look beautiful, by the way.”

Jaehyun arched an eyebrow and Y/N, flattered, muttered a small “thank you”.

As they started to dig into the lasagna, Y/N watched the men anxiously, waiting for their reaction. She needn’t have worried though.

“This is amazing, Y/N,” Taeyong said between bites. “You are a fantastic cook.”

“I have to say, Jaehyun, you’re lucky to have such a talented wife.” His colleague added.

Jaehyun’s eyes narrowed at the comment, curious about where this was going.

Y/N, on the other hand, was simply relieved that her efforts had paid off.

The dinner progressed and Jaehyun, Johnny and Taeyong found themselves drawn into a conversation about business -probably to avoid the elephant in the room. They discussed challenges they faced, other co-workers and business strategies.

Y/N, noticing the intensity of the conversation, couldn’t help but feel a little left out. She had always been proud of her husband’s success in his field, but she had little interest in it.

As the conversation continued, she excused herself from the table, taking their now empty plates with her. The technical jargon and strategic planning were a bit too much for her, and she felt a little out of place. She retreated to the kitchen to clean up a bit and finish preparing dessert.

Jaehyun had noticed her discomfort. He had realized that the conversation had become a little too technical and business-oriented for her liking. He did feel a twinge of guilt for not including her more, but he needed her out in order to discuss the matter he wanted to discuss with the men at the table.

He hadn’t even need to bring the subject up by himself, as after a moment of awkward silence, Johnny spoke up. “Jaehyun, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you are very lucky to have a wife like yours.”

Taeyong nodded in agreement. “It is hard not to be drawn to her…”

“I can see why you’re so crazy about her man.” the taller man pursued, sipping on his wine.

At first, Jaehyun had felt a twinge of jealousy. He loved Y/N more than anything in the world, and the thought of anyone else showing interest in her would usually upset him. But right now, he found the situation quite amusing. In fact, he felt a strange sense of pride that his wife could be so appealing to other men. It was proof of how wonderful she was, and he couldn’t help but feel a little smug about the fact that he was the one to have you.

“She is quite amazing, right?”

Taeyong and Johnny both nodded, their eyes lingering on the kitchen door, where Y/N had disappeared.

“You guys seem to be really interested in Y/N.” Jaehyun said, looking directly at them.

Taeyong and Johnny exchanged a glance before Johnny spoke up again.

“I told you, and I told her, I won’t deny that she is a very attractive woman,” he said “but we would never do anything to jeopardize your marriage, I hope you know that. We are friends after all.”

Jaehyun took a sip of his drink before responding.

“I am very lucky to have her, indeed.”

Setting down his glass, he stood up, “Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen. I need to check on my wife.” and made his way to the kitchen to find her.

When he found her, Y/N was arranging the plates for dessert. He could see the tension in her shoulders and got closer.

“Are you okay darling?”

She jumped when she noticed him, looking up. “Yes, I’m fine don’t worry.”

Putting his head on her shoulder, he waited quietly for her to be honest, as he always did, and it had always worked.

“I feel a little out of place with all that business talk.” She admitted. “I don’t understand all those technical terms, and I feel like I don’t belong in the conversation…”

He wrapped his arms around her before apologizing: “I am sorry Y/N. I should have made sure you were included.”

“It’s okay. I know it’s important to you, and I want you to know that I am proud of you and all of your accomplishments.” With that, she turned around and leaned in to kiss him softly.

Jaehyun helped Y/N carry all the plates when they both emerged from the kitchen. Y/N apologized for her absence and, now in better spirits she was ready to be attentive to all of her guests’ needs, making sure they had everything they needed and that their glasses were always full. She engaged in lively conversations, in which they seemed very interested, and quickly found herself enjoying their company. She was grateful for the opportunity to get to know her husband’s colleagues and friends better.

However, as they chatted and laughed over dinner, Jaehyun couldn’t help but notice the way that Taeyong and Johnny paid his wife extra attention. They both leaned in when she spoke, their eyes never leaving her. It was as if they were both competing for her attention.

Even though Y/N enjoyed both of their companies, her impressions of Johnny and Taeyong were quite different.

Taeyong was very charming, and she already grew acquainted with his infectious laugh. She found herself giggling at his jokes and feeling an odd flutter in her stomach when he shot her a smile. He was attentive, engaging and seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. There was something about him that was hard to resist.

On the other hand, she couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by Johnny’s presence. Something about him made her feel strange. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, with his intense gaze and easy smile, or maybe it was the way he seemed to effortlessly dominate the conversation, his every word commanding attention, even from her husband.

However she felt, she felt a little guilty for feeling this way. After all, they were colleagues and friends of Jaehyun’s, but she couldn’t help it.

Jaehyun could see the way that Y/N was flustered by all the attention she was receiving, the proud feeling lingering. It was somehow gratifying to see others recognize the woman he had chosen to dedicate his life to, and he could tell that she enjoyed it as well. In the end, he knew he had nothing to worry about, Y/N loved him just as much as he loved her. He still made a mental note to keep an eye on the situation though.

As they finished dessert and coffee, the conversation turned to more lighthearted topics. Y/N told a funny story about her parents’ dog, and Johnny shared hilarious anecdotes from his trips, which contrasted a bit with the cold first impression he made on Y/N. Taeyong laughed along with them, his eyes lingering on Y/N whenever he thought she wasn’t looking.

The dinner drew to a close and Y/N felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She had succeeded in making the evening a success, and her guests had enjoyed themselves. She knew that Jaehyun would be pleased as well, and that thought was enough to make her happy.

Jaehyun thanked his colleagues for coming and walked them to the door.

Before they could say their goodbyes, Jaehyun could not fight the urge to take Y/N by the waist, lean in and kiss her. He knew he didn’t have to be scared of his guests, and jealousy had been replaced by something else throughout the night, but Jaehyun still somehow felt like he had something to prove.

Heat rushed to Y/N’s cheeks. She was pleased with her husband’s display of affection, but she was surprised he would do this in front of his co-workers. Placing his hands on the small of her back, Jaehyun deepened the kiss, pulling her closer.

Johnny and Taeyong watched them with envy from the front door, feeling a bit jealous of the loving couple in front of them, as they were both unmarried. He felt their burning gazes on him, but all Jaehyun could focus on was the way his wife melted into his kiss, her hands gripping his arms.

Johnny cleared his throat, trying to break the tension, “Well, we should probably get going.”

The couple untangled from each other, Y/N still a bit dazed by her husband’s action.

Taeyong nodded, his eyes still fixed on Y/N, “Yes, it is getting late.”

“Well, goodnight guys,” Jaehyun said, his voice light, and smile smug. “Thanks for coming over.”

“It was nice to meet you.” Y/N added politely.

Both men reluctantly tore their gaze away from Y/N, and as they made their way to the sidewalk, they couldn’t help but daydream about what it would be like to be in Jaehyun’s shoes.

꧁ ♡ ꧂

When they left and the couple was finally left alone, Jaehyun pulled his wife close.

“You did an amazing job tonight Y/N,” he declared, wrapping his strong arms around her.

She smiled back at him, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. “Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it,” she said, snuggling into his embrace.

“I knew you would be the perfect hostess. Thank you for making this evening so special.” He whispered, his breath hot on her skin. “Let me thank you as you deserve.”

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her one more time. This time, it was a gentle, tender kiss. Y/N felt a warm feeling spread through her chest and wrapped her arms around Jaehyun’s neck. They stood there for a long moment, lost in the feeling of each other’s lips, before Jaehyun decided to lead Y/N to the living room, loosening his tie in the process.

Once there, he pushed her gently to sit on the couch and kneeled in front of her on the ground. With his hands, he began to stroke her legs, Y/N shivered as Jaehyun’s fingers went up from her ankles to the inside of her thighs. He took one of her feet and placed it on his shoulder, he then proceeded to take off the heels she was wearing, his eyes intensely looking into hers.

“You have worked so hard today. You deserve a rest.”

Y/N sighed, getting more and more relaxed, and Jaehyun released her right leg to repeat his action on the left one, leaving a few kisses here and there.

With his wife’s shoes off, Jaehyun got up and took place next to her, where he got her to sit on his lap. Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders, waiting for his next move, but Jaehyun was taking a moment to observe her face.

Her lips always offered him the brightest smile when he came home, her cheeks lit up with a pink shade when he complimented her, and her eyes were always the ones to betray her emotions, whenever she did not dare to speak up.

“I love you so much.” He murmured.

“Oh, Jaehyun..” Y/N leaned in to connect their lips with a new fervour. She cradled his face in her hands and pushed her chest onto his. Jaehyun’s hands travelled from her neck to the collar of her dress and began to unbutton it, exposing more and more of her skin. Pulling the dress down her shoulders, he attached his lips to it and grabbed her thighs to fumble them. Y/N let out a moan and he took advantage of her open mouth to slide his tongue inside of it. Her hands went to his hair and began to mindlessly tug on his locks. “Would you let me take it off?” He asked sweetly, tugging on the fabric. Y/N nodded in agreement and got up on her feet before dropping her dress to the floor.

Jaehyun admired his wife’s body for a moment before motioning her to join him on the couch. “You know, you’ve made quite an impression tonight.”

Y/N smiled, pleased with Jaehyun’s satisfaction. “Thank you, I hope they liked my cooking.” Jaehyun chuckled and she frowned, apprehensive.

“They’ve liked more than that darling.” He laid her down under him on the sofa and went back to kiss her neck, an enigmatic smile on his face.

Y/N sighed, but curiosity about what he had just said prevented her from enjoying his gestures to the fullest. Feeling her tense, Jaehyun straightened, looking into her eyes for any kind of discomfort.

“Jaehyun, what do you mean “more than that”?”

With a raise of his eyebrows, he grinned, again. “Oh, how can I tell you that, love? You know Johnny and Taeyong aren’t married, and I think tonight you made them quite envious of our life together.”

“Really?” Y/N asked, worried. She never meant to make them uncomfortable or for them to feel unhappy with their own situation.

“Well, it is not our marriage that they envy the most.” He went down to whisper in her ear. “It is you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

“They are very attracted to you darling. But how could I blame them? You are indeed the most beautiful woman one’s ever laid their eyes on.”

She looked at him sceptically. “Well, I am flattered, but I think you are just teasing me Jaehyun.”

“Believe me, Y/N.” he said, “They told me.”

Confusion and embarrassment washed through Y/N as she processed what she had just heard. Was he angry? Should she apologize? Was it going to change something at work?

Catching the glimpse of concern in her eyes, he answered her muted questions, “Don’t worry my love, I am not mad. In fact, I understand them very much.”

His lips went back to her chest, as he began peppering kisses along her breasts and belly, and Y/N tried to push the thought of her husband’s colleagues being attracted to her to the side and focus on his touch.

“Jaehyun, we should go to the bedroom.” Y/N sighed, her breathing already unsteady.

Jaehyun’s hand reached to her chest and took her breasts out of her bra’s cups. “I am too impatient for that Y/N.” He began to suck on one of her breasts and fumble the other, making her shiver and whine under him. “Please, let’s do it here.”

When she gave him her agreement, chuckling about how adventurous he was being tonight, his fingers travelled between her legs and he began to touch her through her underwear.

As his fingers continued their ministrations, Y/N threw her head back and started to thrust her hips thoughtlessly, moaning the name of her lover over and over.

Jaehyun got up on his knees, unbuttoned his shirt and Y/N ran the tip of her fingers on his chest and arms as he dropped the fabric. She gave little pecks on his shoulders as he fumbled with his belt, to take off his pants. Eventually, he succeeded and got out of his trousers. Jaehyun slid Y/N’s panties down her legs and placed his body between them.

One of his hands, next to Y/N’s head, steadied him, while the other held one of her thighs. Y/N gripped the sofa’s cushions as Jaehyun entered her heat, a long moan resounding. She gritted her teeth and they both waited for the uneasy feeling of stretching to disappear. Jaehyun stroked her cheek affectionately, as he peppered kisses on her face to ease her through the pain.

When pleasure got the better of discomfort, Y/N gave a nod of her head to her husband and he began to thrust into her.

Y/N whined and Jaehyun bit his lip, he was always reluctant to be noisy when they slept together. He started off slow at first, but his speed gradually increased and he took hold of both of her thighs to hit deeper. Pleasure rushed to his head and he began to hit harder.

“Jaehyun, it’s- it’s too much! Slow down!” Y/N cried out.

He stopped his movements, realizing he had been lost in the euphoria of the moment and had gone too far. He cradled his wife’s face in his hands and peppered kisses on it. “I am deeply sorry darling, I- you feel too good…”

“It’s okay, just… keep moving..” Y/N said before giving him a kiss.

Jaehyun resumed his thrusts and watched Y/N’s chest rise from the sofa, as her back arched, with self-sufficiency. His muffled groans also grew louder, and it was becoming more and more difficult to keep quiet.

Y/N was overwhelmed with the pleasure he was providing her, and her moans grew louder and louder. She felt the coil in her belly tighten and Jaehyun’s movements became sloppy and uneven. Her grip on his neck tightened, and her nails, planting onto his flesh, would certainly leave marks in the morning that would stay for a few days.

Y/N’s eyes teared up, as a wave of pleasure washed through her and they both came together. With a low groan, Jaehyun embraced her and released his load in a final thrust. Y/N snuggled in his hug as heat filled her up, and she felt all of his love wrap around her.

Jaehyun had come inside, but he and Y/N were still trying for a baby after all.

#nct 127 x reader #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct x reader #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut #jeong jaehyun x reader #I'm not very happy about how this turned out tbh bu well

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p1nkshield · 10 months

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Hello! Welcome to chapter nine! I hope you like it!

“Rocks.”

“Concrete.”

“Steel.”

“Rocks.”

“Concrete.”

“StE-”

Alfred took the plate Jason was holding before he once again phased through the floor.

Jason landed with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. He was just about to let a slew of expletives fly until he saw Stephanie. She was in the middle of wrapping the Batmobile in purple chrome.

“WOW! Timbers was not kidding about you dropping in every once and awhile!”

Oh no, if Jason garners the attention of Steph he’s never going to be able to met his goal.

“Do you want me to help?” Stephanie’s face only showed mischievous intent.

“No.” Jason got up and began cautiously shuffling his way back to where he was.

“Come on! I wanna help!” Steph followed him the whole way up.

“No!”

Danny has seen many a curious scene. A giant monster made of meat, an evil back shaver, a baby pirate, but this was both surprising and entertaining. One moment Jason was refusing the help of a person he’d never seen before and the next he was gone.

“Come on! oop!” Stephanie whipped her head around.

“No! Your help isn’t helpful!” Jason’s voice was coming from where he was a moment ago.

“Oh! You did it!” Danny exclaimed.

“Did what?” The interruption caused Jason to pop back into view.

Danny demonstrated with his own powers. “You turned invisible! Your whole body too! When I was starting out it was just my hands!”

Stephanie was too stunned to speak for a moment.

“So another thing I have to worry about doing on accident?” Jason said this exasperatedly as he began to sink.

“Hey umm.” Danny tried to point out the situation.

“Nonono! Solid thoughts! Tungsten, Kevlar! Granite! Steel!”

“Water in a sieve!” Steph recovered from her stunned state at the possibility for mischief.

Jason slipped through the floor again.

Danny stuck his head through the floor “You almost had it! Try to slow down your molecules next time!”

Bruce returned to his home to see his Batmobile in a glitter purple hue and his second oldest son falling through the ceiling then subsequently the Batmobile.

“Jason are you alright?”

A muffled “yep” came from under the bedazzled Batmobile.

This was the 24th time he’s fallen. he’s almost halfway through his bet and he just fell in front of the old man. Of all people this was the worst option. He really doesn’t want Bruce to see him like this.

“Jason?” Bruce couldn’t find him. Did the net fail? Is he somewhere in the crust of the earth? Was he on the other side of the globe?

“Yeah?”

Oh. Invisibility. Okay.

“Perhaps I could contact Martian Manhunter about dealing with intangibility?”

“Please.”

“Alright.”

Stephanie was laughing her way into the bat cave until she froze. “Sorry Jason I couldn’t pass up the opportunity-”

Bruce very quietly said a single word. “Stephanie”

Such a statement even silenced Danny who was also laughing at the Batmobile’s new exterior.

“And that’s my queue to leave! Goodnight everybody!” She said, scrambling for an exit.

“Wait for me! I don’t want to die again!” Danny followed.

“Great those two get along too swimmingly.” Jason said, clambering his way from under the purplemobile.

“I agree.”

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#Bruce worried about his kids Wayne #dp x dc fanfic #all I know is that she is chaos and loves purple #so that’s what she did #Alfred saves the day again by keeping Jason’s lunch from falling on the floor #all of brucies kids and protégés understand what he means when he says a single word #that sounded like he just said Stephanie but it was actually a paragraph of text

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redhothingz · 3 months

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!!!Mafia Boss HC!!!

This is for COD MW2, requested by mindscape123

They said -

Hey, how do you the 141 would collectively react to a reader who’s a mafia boss and like, just buys them stuff all the time? Like guns? Done. Hot tub? No problem! Hideout which is just a penthouse in the Bahamas? Whatever makes you smile.

I love this so much! Imma assume that they already know that they are a Mafia Boss, so here is the back story, then onto the HC!!!

Y/N pays off political members around the world so they can sell guns and things of that nature. Y/N was in the military for years before they left, and became something like Shadow Comp. Contracted arms if you will, they will go on missions if needed but not a lot. They normally send help, so they can run their shit. Y/N is a contact of Price and Laswell. Y/N also doesn't see any buyer in person, Y/N wants to be safe in public and hides who they are from most people.

John Price -

He trusts you, I mean, he met Y/N through Nikolai after all.

John always feels kinda bad when you make bigger purchases, but gets over it. If it’s for a mission, he won’t care about the Price (wink wink). But when it’s you with the mates and you buy all the drinks and food, he tries to keep it to water and a cheaper food at first.

He gives in and gets what he wants after the boys order whatever they want and slam all the drinks they want.

Price definitely thinks that there is a plant at one of your safehouses, and worries for your life and safety, and has talked to you about it many times before.

Information is Need-To-Know, meaning y’all don’t just spill the beans about what you do. Just if you need something from the other person.

You mostly provide passages and equipment for Price and his squad in “off the books” missions, and Price will take care of anyone getting in your way of money or products. Fair trade after all.

After he returns, you make sure he is given at least five packs of his favorite cigars. You normally can’t wait for 141 to get back from a mission so this is something you do as a tip for a job well done.

Once asked for a private bar for him and his mates, you opened a ton of them all over the UK. Yes, it is also a smoke shop. They all have VIP ofc.

When you told him, he smiled. :>

Kate Laswell -

You and her have worked together for years, when y’all both had boots on the ground. You two are still close, but not really when it comes to work.

She tries to follow the books, but will contact you if she has no other choice.

You two never really work together because of this, but you’ll still buy her drinks or send her wife gifts like a new wardrobe or diamonds. On Kate’s request, of course.

You went to her wedding and paid for it, it was a dream wedding for them. Kate still thanks you time and time again.

Kate and her wife asked you to leave the Mafia life and live normally. A safe life. You declined, but still consider what a normal life would be after the Mafia. But there is no leaving after all.

Soap -

He doesn’t really know what you do, he just likes to have a good time.

Deff will take any gift from you, and will try to get you something in return. It’s normally something from Scotland like a little flag.

He loves doing your jobs because he knows that there will be a huge dinner with the mates.

You love getting him drunk, because he starts to pick on Ghost. His accent really spikes, then he's only speaking Scottish.

Trust you to buy him great food, he doesn’t really think about trust past that when it comes to you.

Soap is 100% the first person to order drinks and food. No shame here.

He is also the first to thank you for dinner. It always makes the rest of the guys mad because it sounds forced from them.

Ghost -

He just listens to Price. Ghost doesn’t trust you per say, but trusts Price.

He just looks at you.

When having dinner, you saw that he had his food in a to-go box. The next time you took 141 out for food you gave Ghost a loose mask, kinda like a blanket. Just so he can eat with everyone.

Make sure y’all are in a VIP room, just for him.

He brings it with him everywhere so he can eat with his mates.

Ghost will order food and a few drinks, but doesn’t like spending other people's money.

Ghost deff babysits Soap the whole time.

He has only asked for one thing, and that was for Lady GaGa tickets for soap.

Gaz -

Respectful. He is in the same boat with Ghost about ordering anything.

He will ask for stuff for his family. You always do more than he asked.

You get his family passes for Disney World, and pay for the whole trip. I mean, flight there and back, hotel, everything.

Gaz will feel bad, but Price explains to him that that's just how you are and to not feel bad about any gifts.

He was sad that the Lady GaGa tickets are expensive (Wink Wink).

Alejandro -

He LOVES it, I mean, you sell out anyone causing trouble in or near Mexico, and he keeps quiet about anything you do. You keep sales out of Mexico, he keeps his operations out of your sales. Best duo, really.

Loves a good party, at any time. You don’t really have to pay for it, but you do.

He also asks for stuff for his family, but he will be the one to bring any gifts to them. He wants to keep them safe, after all.

Also asked for Lady GaGa tickets…..for……family……yeah……

Konig -

He doesn’t know how to react. I mean, he’s grateful but feels bad. Like Gaz.

He loves his shirt-mask and bike helmet combo too much to get anything new.

Will take a new sniper anyday, you even bought him displays for his collection.

He also asked for Lady GaGa tickets.

You folded and bought VIP tickets for everyone.

I really loved this topic! I tried to keep it GN, sorry if I messed up anywhere! Please tell me what to write next!

#cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #video games #gaz #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #konig cod #alejandro vargas #kate laswell #lady gaga

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lomlhwa · 1 year

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friends? lovers? (k.sw)

pairing: childhood bff!sunwoo x childhood bff!reader

preview: you lose contact with your best friend since birth. 5 years later, you're reunited. will your feelings for each other reignite at this sudden meeting?

tags/warnings: virgin fem reader, sprinkle of angst, lots and lots of praise, implied big dick!sunwoo, eye contact, lipstick stains everywhere, loss of reader's virginity, body worship, marking, hair pulling, hand holding, reader and sunwoo are IN LOVE, so many love confessions and "i love you"s, even more "i missed you"s, mutual pining, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 2.5k

song recs for this fic: style by taylor swift, reveal by the boyz, god damn by i.m, libidO by onlyoneof

a/n: this was requested by @kswneoguri <3. i hope this is what you were asking for, thank you for requesting!!

from the moment the doctors handed you to your mother, she had decided that sunwoo would be your best friend for life. she was pretty desperate to make sure he was your soulmate.

honestly, you firmly believe that she manifested it into the world. you’ve been two peas in a pod since before you could walk. you would throw fits when you weren’t in the same class, couldn’t sit next to each other, or if you had to be apart for more than a day.

is that healthy? some professionals would say no. but it elated your mother. you managed to always avoid meltdowns because you would see sunwoo so often. having mothers who are also besties really helped the strength of your bond.

now, the real problems hit when your father decided to send you to an all-girls high school. this meant no more seeing sunwoo everyday. this meant you had a meltdown on the first day of grade 9.

sunwoo had been your only friend for your entire life. no one ever dared get between the two of you. and now, there’s an entire school system between you.

you walked into that school scared and alone. you sat by yourself in the back of all your classes. you scrolled on your phone, read books and just did your work as instructed.

now for the real icing on the cake, sunwoo moved cities away. 6 hours of distance and different school boards between you. you’d lost touch more than ever. honestly, you can’t even remember the last time you got to see him face-to-face.

you ended up going through the entirety of high school without seeing sunwoo once. after two years of being apart, he’d even stopped answering your phone calls. your mothers even stopped speaking to each other.

you had lost contact with your soulmate.

now, here you are, in the middle of university getting your degree. you’ve done nothing but work, work, work since you got to uni. what else are you supposed to do when your closest friend hasn’t connected with you in almost 5 years.

due to the fact that you’re the most antisocial person in existence, you’ve kept up good grades. great, even. you could very well make the honor roll.

your professors love you, other students pretty much ignore you, but other than that you’re pretty happy.

you do have one friend. one single friend. layla is the nicest person you’ve met in a long time. she’s no sunwoo, but she’s the closest you’ll probably ever get. she’s your best friend. the replacement pea in your pod.

tonight, she’s trying to convince you to go clubbing. something you rarely do. her reasoning? “y/n, you need to get out there and get yourself some play,” layla stomps around your room for the millionth time. you don’t really need to get laid. you’re perfectly fine as you are. a virgin.

“i don’t need ‘play’, i need to study,” you shake your laptop at your best friend. she walks over and takes your computer out of your hands. she tosses it onto your bed, making sure it lands carefully on the mattress.

“just tonight. lets go get hammered and hook up with a hot guy,” she nudges your head with her elbow. she knows you’re a virgin and wants you to get over your fear. she, of all people, knows how sex works.

you know you won’t win arguing against her. “fine, only tonight,” she squeals and grabs your hand. she’s going to make you look as slutty as possible. anything to get you laid.

she digs through your wardrobe and pulls out a silver, shiny, wrap shirt. accentuating your breasts and making them look supple. she pairs it with a tiny, tight, black skirt. your ass looks bigger and grabbable.

she plants you down on a chair and beats your face with makeup. you look almost runway ready. you’re definitely club ready, that’s for sure.

“oh my god, y/n. you look amazing,” she claps, patting herself on the back for her good work getting you dressed. “if you don’t leave with a hot guy, i will lose my mind.”

as soon as you enter the club, your ears are filled with bass boosted music. layla immediately drags you to the bar. she orders a set of shots and you down 3 like water.

she pushes you to the dance floor with mumbles of “i’m right behind you” and “i swear i won’t abandon you.” then, she abandons you for a hot guy already into her.

you hover around by yourself, swaying to the music. you get used to being surrounded by people but having no one pay any real attention to you. a few fleeting glances and a whistle or two. but no one is fully interested in you.

and then, you bump into someone. hard enough for you to almost topple over. but, you catch yourself.

you spin around to apologize but instead, you freeze in shock. the tall man you managed to knock into is the man you’d been longing for for half a decade. your breath gets caught in your throat and you almost feel like you might vomit.

“sunwoo,” you finally breathe. you swear you can see that his eyes are watering despite the dim lighting. the loud boom of the music has become nothing but a faint rumble in the back of your head.

“i can’t believe you’re here,” he wraps himself around you and takes in your scent. he basks in your long lost presence. he thinks that if he lets go of you, he’ll lose you again. but, he releases you from his arms to take in your appearance.

you definitely had not dressed for reuniting with your childhood soulmate. you were more dressed to unite with a guy who wanted nothing to do with you after the alcohol wore off.

“you wanna get out of here?” he asks and you nod. catching up with your old friend would be kind of difficult in a club. he takes you by the hand and walks out of the club. you take a deep breath of the cool midnight air.

“how’ve you been, y/n?” he finally asks. you shrug. “fine, i guess. just, doing a lot of school,” you explain. your life had been pretty uneventful. being friendless for a handful of years meant that you had no reason for an eventful life.

“oh. well, i’m pretty much the same,” he trails off, staring off into the sky. “did you miss me?”

did. you. miss. him? how could he ask you that? how could he not know the torment that your heart went through when he left? “of course i missed you,” you scoff. “i just about lost my mind when you stopped calling.” he shakes his head and sighs. he wants to have a good explanation as to why he stopped contacting you. but, he really didn’t have one.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles. sorry doesn’t cut it for you. “sorry? you’re “sorry”?” you use air quotes to emphasize your sarcasm. he bites his bottom lip as it quivers.

“sorry doesn’t cut it for being abandoned by the person who was raised to be my best friend. sorry doesn’t make up for the 5 years i spent wondering what i did to push you away,” your eyes begin to water. he hurt you more than he would ever be able to understand.

he reaches out to hold your face in his hands. he rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb, looking at you with sad eyes. “my precious y/n,” he presses his lips together in a thin line. your heart races and blood rushes to your cheeks.

“i stopped talking to you because i was so in love with you that the distance was starting to physically hurt me,” he sniffles and turns his head to wipe his nose on his shirt sleeve. tears finally spill out of his eyes. he missed you so much and now he’s professing his love to you.

“i loved you too. i still do. with every beat of my fragile heart, it calls for you,” you take your own hands and wrap them around his wrists. you look up at his with glassy, tear stained eyes and he loses it.

he presses his plump lips to yours and sighs. he’d wanted to do this since before he moved. and now here he is, kissing his childhood crush outside a nightclub. the wetness of fresh tears hit your face. he’s full on crying now.

“y/n, i’m so sorry i left you. please, let me make it up to you,” he presses his forehead to yours. you nod. “make it up to me, sunwoo.” he pulls his phone out and books an uber to pick you up and take you to his apartment.

as soon as the car pulls up to his building, he's dragging you inside and up the stairs. his hand never leaves yours. he fumbles with his keys to unlock his door, almost dropping them a few times.

he finally manages to open his front door, scurrying into his home. as soon as the door is locked and your shoes are settled at the front mat, his lips are on yours.

his hands travel to your back, his fingertips pressing under your shirt. he draws gentle circles along the bare strip of exposed skin. you break your kiss momentarily with a gasp.

"jump y/n," he mumbles against your mouth. you hop and he catches you in his muscular arms. wrapping your legs around his waist, you deepen the kiss.

he walks carefully down the dark hallway to his bedroom. you disconnect your lips and reconnect them to his neck. you leave bright red lipstick marks on his supple skin; a lustful piece of artwork.

he kicks his door open and drops you on his bed. he runs his hand through his hair and studies your disheveled figure. your shirt has begun to ride up on your torso, just past your navel. your skirt flipped up when he plopped you down on the mattress.

lord knows that if he hadn’t been in love with you before, he would be now.

he tugs his shirt over his head before pouncing on you, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip. when he pulls away to look into your hooded eyes, you really notice just how much of your lipstick covered his face.

he slides his hands under your shirt and you lift up at the waist to help him remove it fully. he sets it down on the floor next to his nightstand. his hands glide over your breasts, pressing them together, admiring your cleavage in his palms.

“s-sunwoo,” you whimper. he looks up at you and hums. “i’ve n-never done this before.” your words are barely above a whisper. your anxiety takes you over as soon as the sentence leaves your mouth.

his eyes immediately shift to worry. “do you want to do this?” his hands trail away from your chest, but you catch them and bring them back up. you trust him despite the years of distance and longing.

“yes. please, take me,” you grab his face and kiss him again. his hands make their way to your waist, gripping you tightly as if you might run away. you momentarily worry he’ll leave bruises; but you come to the conclusion that that would be okay.

your own hands travel to his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper. he chuckles against your lips, finding your difficulty with his clothes to be endearing. he shoos your hands away and rakes charge, taking his pants off himself.

he looks into your eyes again for permission to remove your skirt and you nod. you lift your lower half off the bed for easy removal. “i love you so much,” he sighs, smiling like a maniac.

he kisses you up and down. the remainder of the lipstick on his face ends up on your own skin. kiss marks and love bites litter your exposed skin. he kisses up your arms, down your torso paying special attention to your stomach, and ends his kisses on the insides of your thighs.

as much as he’d like to taste you, or even do everything under the sun, he thinks he might explode if he can’t get inside of you soon. he presses your thighs apart before settling between them.

he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and tugs them down your legs. he pulls his own underwear off and hovers over you. he doesn’t give you a chance to see his size out of fear that you’ll chicken out.

“are you ready, my precious y/n?” his voice is soft and comforting. your nerves immediately relax. you nod your head, shuffling around trying to get some sort of friction. he groans lowly, his head hanging low.

"i've never been more ready for anything," your voice is breathy and on the verge of cracking. your eyes are half closed and you’re hazily grinding on him. you almost feel barely conscious but your senses are on overdrive.

he reaches down to align his rock hard cock with your entrance, biting into his lip to suppress a moan. he slides into you slowly, inch by inch, until he’s sheathed into you completely. he traps you between his arms, his hands on either side of your head. you reach up and slide your hands under his, intertwining your fingers tightly.

“i love you,” you whisper. your lip quivers as he begins to move, the stretch stinging just enough to bring tears to your eyes. “i love you so much, sunwoo,” you say again. you squeeze his hands, digging your fingernails into the tops of his hands.

“i love you too, y/n. i’ve missed you so much, fuck,” he leans down to kiss you harshly. your tongues clash in a spitty, slobbery fight for dominance. you lose inevitably and he sucks on the end of your tongue. his merciless pace inside you has you inching closer and closer to your release.

“i’m gonna cum, please, sunwoo. don’t stop,” you grip his hands tighter and arch your back just a little. this slight change in your position makes him reach just that little bit further into you. you snap almost instantly, clamping down on him.

your breath gets caught in your throat, your eyes roll back and your hands go slack in sunwoo’s. he few more thrusts and his hips are stuttering. “where do you want it?” he pants into your ear as you twitch under him. “i-inside, please sunwoo,” you gasp.

two more pathetic thrusts and he’s pumping into you. he stays bottomed out in you while he shoots 3 ropes of cum into you. he rubs his thumb on one of your hands, soothing you. he licks a bead of sweat off your forehead.

“i love you and i missed you,” you say for the millionth time. he smiles and kisses your cheek.

“i love you more.”

#lomlhwa #the boyz #tbz #sunwoo #kim sunwoo #the boyz smut #tbz smut #sunwoo smut #kim sunwoo smut

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trashinaglass-archive · 2 years

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Asshole

Chris’s first impression was not great

A/n: I’ve had this idea saved in my drafts for an embarrassingly long time

It was routine for anyone. You take your partner to meet someone, and the first question is always how did you two meet?

It got annoying with other relationships; having to embarrassingly admit you met on tinder or the boring we met in high school story that no one really cares about. Until your latest boyfriend came around and made the worst question one of your favorites.

“So, how did you two meet?” Your cousin asked excitedly, looking between the both of you. You looked over at Chris with a smirk as he rolled his eyes, letting you tell the story.

. . .

You were in Vegas. It was spring break, and you were relaxing by the pool, eagerly soaking in any noise that wasn’t a professors voice.

You had just ordered a drink when a body bumped past you. You turn in annoyance for a quick second before feeling your foot bump into something. Bending down, you pick up the wallet and realize the guy that bumped into your shoulder had dropped it.

“Hey,” you called for him, tapping his shoulder.

“I’m not taking any pictures,” he snapped, not bothering to turn around.

“But I just-“

“I’m not giving you anything,” he turned making you stop in your tracks as raised his voice slightly. “Just go away.”

He kept walking, as you held the wallet in your hand, tapping it against your palm a few times before finally opening it. Maybe you had the wrong person. You pulled out the identification.

Christopher Robert Evans

You continued looking through the wallet, trying to find a number of anyone you could contact, but there wasn’t any. “What an idiot,” you breathed out.

You have one last look in his direction, seeing that he had officially walked out of the pool area, and turned back to your sitting area where your friends were giving you strange looks.

“Where did you go?” She asked as the waiter brought you your drink. You gave him a quick thank you before turning back to your friends.

“Someone dropped their wallet, and when I tried to return it to that someone, he got very angry and basically stomped off like a child,” you shrugged.

Their brows furrowed in confusion. “Who?”

“Chris Evans,” you mouthed, unsure of who’s were ears may be listening. The girls eyes quickly widened in disbelief. “I couldn’t get anything out, he just starting screaming about no pictures. Like, I don’t want a fucking picture with you, I’m just trying to be a good person.”

“Should you take it to the cops, report it as lost?” One of the girls suggested.

“Probably,” you admit with a smirk. “But I could also hold onto it with the hopes of him coming back to look for it and make him answer for his actions.”

“You’re an asshole,” she giggled.

You shrugged, “he started it.”

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You all went back up to your room a few hours later, showering and getting changed for dinner. You decided to wait for them in the hotel lobby, loving any chance you got to people watch in a city like Las Vegas. It didn’t take long to notice the tall man walking up to the front desk. You could hear him from where you sat, asking if any lost wallets had been turned in. You pulled it out of your purse, holding it up in the air for him to see.

You were the first thing his eyes landed on when he turned in frustration. It showed on his face that he remembered you, a look of realization falling over his features as he walked over to you.

“Take a cold shower?” You asked. “Seems you had some steam to blow off.”

He sighed, nodding his head. “I’m sorry. I just- I was having a bad day and so many people had been approaching me wanting something. It was no reason to get angry with you, but I just needed a break.”

“I understand,” you smile at him. “I’m no celebrity, but I’m sure it’s not easy.”

“So you aren’t angry,” he clarified, making you laugh.

“I was extremely annoyed at first, but no. I’m not mad at you.” You hand him the wallet back, and he stuffed it into his back pocket. “Not even gonna check if I took anything?” You joked.

He laughed. “I wouldn’t really be mad if you did. I’m the one that didn’t take it back when you tried.”

“Well, shit, give it back, I want a $20.”

You both burst into laughter at your sentence. “Maybe I can offer something better- I don’t have any plans tonight. Would you like to go to dinner with me? As an apology.”

You breathed in a sigh, wondering how you were supposed to reject a hot movie star. “I had actually-“

“Don’t say no!” Your friend shouted from behind Chris, startling the both of you. “She would love to go.”

Chris stood patiently waiting for your answer. “I would love to join you for dinner,” you answer finally, blushing when he offered his arm to you. Your friends silently cheered behind him as he turned to them.

“Promise not to keep her too long,” he said politely, as if they were your parents.

They flicked their hands and shook their heads. “Keep her as long as you want.” “Don’t even worry about it.”

Chris chuckled at their response and turned back to you. “See you later,” you waved at them as the two of you walked out of the hotel. As you reach the door, you turn back to mouth at them oh my god as they gave you thumbs up, mouthing back good luck.

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“Compliments of the chef,” the waitress said, placing two spoons and a small plate with a slice of dessert on it between the two of you before turning fully to Chris. “He’s a big fan and actually showed up today in a Captain America shirt.”

Chris smiled shyly at that. “Well, let him know I say thank you, and the food was incredible.”

“I will. Um, and are you guys on two checks or one?” She asked looking between the two of you.

“Two,” you say, right as Chris says “one”.

You both look at each other, unwilling to let the other win. “I gave you so much trouble today, don’t worry about it.”

“It was not a big deal,” you tell him, pulling your card out of your bag. “Take my card,” you turn toward the waitress, feeling bad she had to stand through the situation.

“Don’t take her card,” he objected, holding his own out for the waitress to take.

She laughed awkwardly. “I’m sorry, but I have to stick with the girls,” she said as she grabbed both cards. “I’ll be right back.”

“I have to use the restroom really quick,” you excuse yourself, grabbing your phone but leaving your bag behind. You dial your friends number, hearing the dial tone barely ringing before they pick up.

How is it going?! Is he as amazing as he seems on tv? If y’all smush, can I watch? Omg, you better put out tonight!

“Oh my god,” you gasp as you’re bombarded with questions from your friends. “Fucking chill out. It’s not even a date. I doubt he’s trying to fuck me.”

“He’s a man, of course he is,” one of them replied, making you giggle. “But, whatever, tell us everything!”

You turn to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, smiling softly thinking about the man waiting for you at the table. “He is a perfect gentleman. And I don’t ever want tonight to end.”

“Awww,” they both say. “Can we be bridesmaids when you get married?”

You roll your eyes, fixing your hair a little. “Don’t give me hope.”

“He likes you!” Your friend exclaimed, giving you the confidence boost you needed. “Any normal person would’ve said thanks, maybe give some cash as a reward, but that’s it. He wouldn’t have invited you to dinner if he didn’t like what he saw.”

“Liking what you see and liking the person they are, are two different things,” you shrug.

“And if he can’t see that you’re just as beautiful on the inside then he doesn’t deserve you. That’s his issue, not yours.”

You sigh, not knowing what else to say. “I really like him.”

“I can tell,” your friend laughed. “Don’t let it get in your way though. Stop being nervous, and just have fun.”

You nod, “you’re right. Okay, I got to get back. Thanks for the pep talk. I’ll see you guys later.”

You hang up, take on last look at yourself in the mirror, trying to freshen up as much as you could, and made your way back to the table.

“Sorry for taking so long. There were a ton of people in there,” you tell him as you sit back down, the waiters following soon after to return your cards and checks as she wished you both a good night.

The two of you signed off on the checks and left, taking your precious time walking back to the hotel. “Thank you for inviting me to dinner. I had a lot of fun,” you turn to look at him as you made it back, Chris offering to walk you all the way to your room door where you stood now.

“I had a great time, too,” he smiled at you and you could feel the blush coming to your face. “And I’m sorry, again, for being an asshole to you earlier. My mom would be so embarrassed.”

You giggle softly at the comment, finding it so sweet. “Well, she did a good job raising you.”

“Thanks,” he also softly chuckled. The both of you stood there for a second in silence as you held onto the hope that he would ask for your number. “Well, um, have a good night. I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip.”

“Thank you, you too,” you smile as you watch him turn and walk back towards the elevator as you unlocked the door, catching his eye contact as you step inside and close the door. “Did you hear everything you were hoping to hear?” You called out, knowing your friends had their ears against the door before you opened it.

“No, now sit your ass down and tell us how it went.”

You did as instructed, telling them everything, both to include them, but also in hopes of committing it to memory. Once they were pleased with the information they got, you took a shower and put on fresh clothes. You pull your journal out of your bag and toss it on the nightstand when you noticed something poke out the corner. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you open the book to find out what it was.

It was a folded piece of paper that you opened to find two twenty dollar bills and a phone number. Since you asked so nicely ;) was written on the paper beneath the dollars. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help feeling like a giddy little kid, quickly grabbing your phone and entering the number.

Thanks for cash, but I only requested $20…

You clicked send and anxiously watched for his reply.

I guess that means we’ll have to see each other again so you can return one

That can be arranged

#Chris Evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans one shot #chris evans x reader #chris evans blurb

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"Im sure you’ve heard about the hottest wrestling promotion in Uganda today, SoftGround Wrestling. These young men have so much potential in the world of professional wrestling, but it can all be withered away very soon. Hello, I am Jake, the US Ambassador for SGW. I, just like many others, found these amazing athletes through viral posts on twitter, and I wanted to learn more. So, I got in contact with the owner of the Organization and Channel, Bumbash Daniel, but what I heard made me very sad.

The land that they currently use to film most of their content, like the video you just saw, is being rented right now by Daniel, but they don’t have a lot of funds. And if this continues, the promotion may not have a home very soon.

I believe that these athletes deserve a chance to showcase their talents to the world, but I need your help. What this GoFundMe is for is so SGW can continue renting out their land for the foreseeable future, put money towards adding to their production, and eventually saving up to buy a wrestling ring to permanently use.

When I asked Daniel about what SoftGround exactly is, he told me that SoftGround is much more than a wrestling promotion, it’s a Community of people in Uganda that use pro wrestling to come together. It’s an activity that all of them find great joy in.

So that is why I believe you should help them out today in any way you can. Whether it be donating directly or sharing the link online to spread awareness. We will provide updates as the GoFundMe progresses. Thank you for your time."

A video from the wrestlers of SoftGround Wrestling, thanking doners:

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Please donate to their GFM, follow the campaign's updates, and subscribe to their YouTube channel! You can also connect them via WhatsApp to offer your encouragement and ask how else you can support them at +(256)705059051.

I decided to reach out to them, myself, and was met with nothing but kindness, wishes for my safety, and gratitude. I mentioned that I was a big fan of their wrestler Hope, and was asked to record a short video saying hello to her, and promised that she'll record a video saying hello back to me tomorrow. I'm extremely touched, and I strongly encourage everyone to let SGW know we're cheering for them. You can watch a match of Hope's below and see for yourself what an incredible talent she and all the wrestlers at SGW are:

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#[ colour commentary ]#softground wrestling #ugandan wrestling #african wrestling #professional wrestling #black history month #i'll share hope's video tomorrow and keep everyone updated with SGW - please donate and subscribe! tell your friends!#AS SOON AS IPOSFED THIS THEY SENT ME AN AMBULANCE MATCH VIDEO. i cannot stress enough: these people ROCK.

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lyrasfuneral · 2 years

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𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ☆. | 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

category: angst with some fluff

It had been a long time since you and Ayato broke up— To Ayato, the year only felt like 4 months. He was still stuck on you. You and your beauty, it was way too much for him to bear. He genuinely loved you.

For you, the feeling was also mutual.

You remember the day you first met the Yashiro Commissioner. You couldn’t stand the fact that everyone was pushing you around due to many people wanting to talk to him. Fate pushed you into him— And he easily caught you.

“Are you alright, Miss?” He asked. His voice was attractive. Not only that but his looks. The way he gently caressed you with his arm around your waist. Everything seemed to slow down at this moment.

“Yes! I’m fine. I’m sorry about that.”

You didn’t refer to him as the Yashiro Commissioner? You didn’t even say ‘My Lord’…

Ayato liked that. You treated him like he was a normal person. He didn’t like being treated like a Commissioner all the time. He didn’t wanna go through the trouble of finding you again— So he asked his question right then and there.

“May I take you out?”

It took you a second to respond, but you did. “Of course. How should we contact each other?” You questioned, tilting your head. “7:00. I’ll be there on time, and I’ll take you to the best restaurant in Inazuma. How does that sound?” He smiled, finally letting you go. “That sounds great!” You said, about to run to your humble abode—

“Ma’am… I didn’t catch your name. Mine is Kamisato Ayato. You can call me Ayato, of course.” His smile was contagious, you felt your lips spreading into a smile within seconds. “L/N Y/N. A pleasure to meet you... I don’t know if I should give you my address yet. So, just meet me back here, alright?”

“Of course, M’lady.”

Ayato treated you like the most delicate flower in the entire universe. Well, that was until you moved in with him. It seems that you forgot he was the Yashiro Commissioner. He then cleared up his act for a few months and started being with you more.

He asked you to marry him, and you were the happiest you had ever been. The wedding was remarkable, many people had come to see you and Ayato. You thought things would be better.

After you had your child, things got worse. Ayato had kept leaving and not returning for weeks— and sometimes, those weeks. Ayumi didn’t understand why her father kept leaving her. You tried explaining to the two-year-old that her father was a busy man.

“But mama… All of my friends spend time with their dads! It’s not fair!” Ayumi began sobbing as Thoma walked in with her lunch. “Is everything alright, Lady Ayumi?” Thoma smiled, bending down to her height.

“I-I- I want my dad!” Ayumi hugged Thoma tightly and sobbed into his clothing. “Ayumi- Let Thoma go, honey,” Y/N said, trying to grab her daughter. “It’s fine, Y/N. Say, Ayumi. There’s a festival going on in Ritou! How about I take you there?” The blonde smiled, ruffling her hair. “O-Ok… Bye bye, mommy…” Ayumi wiped her tears. “Wait! I have to get her dressed, Thoma.” You said.

“Alright! Let me know when you’re done!” Thoma slid the door shut behind him.

“Hurry! I wanna go with Mr. Thoma!” Ayumi seemed entirely fine now. But... That was the thing with Thoma, he was able to make anyone smile with the littlest of efforts. His smile was contagious, and he was always so cheerful.

Ayato, on the other hand, was now always ignoring you. He’d come home at night, give Y/N a slight smile and turn his attention to Ayumi. He’d go to sleep, and the next morning he’d be gone.

You had finally finished getting Ayumi ready. While watching as they left out, Ayumi smiled while Thoma carried her.

Approximately 5 minutes after that, Ayaka tapped /N’s shoulder. “I’m sorry that Ayato treats you this way... It isn’t fair.” She said, giving you a sad expression. “Thank you, Ayaka.” Y/N didn’t wanna talk to anyone right now.

When she awoke from her nap, Ayato was right there in front of her. “Ayato… Why haven’t you been talking to me?” Y/N asked, rising from her position.

“My apologies, Y/N. I’ve been quite busy with things. I promise me, you, and Ayumi can spend some time together.”

Y/N was sick of hearing the same things. He said this before he left last time. “Ayato! I’m not gonna keep watching our daughter cry because she thinks her father won’t come back.” You shook your head angrily while clenching your fist.

You loved Ayato, but it was time to put the brakes on this relationship. “There’s no need to yell, Y/N. Where’s Ayumi?” Ayato spoke gently, trying to calm you down.

“With Thoma. Astonishingly, she’s spent more time with him than her father.” You scoffed. “Y/N! I spend as much time with Ayumi as I can! I’m doing this to protect the country that we reside in.” Ayato was now fuming with anger.

“I don’t wanna be with you anymore, Ayato. I and Ayumi will stay with Yoimiya.” Y/N began packing her bags while Ayato pinched his nose, trying to find a way to defuse the situation.

“Y/N, I do love you. I promise I’ll spend more time with you and Ayumi. Please don’t leave me.” Ayato pleaded, wrapping his arms around you. His chin lay on top of your shoulder while you continued packing.

You wanted to be with Ayato. You did love him, but not more than your daughter and her happiness. Everyone in Inazuma City thought you and Ayato were the perfect couple. They were incorrect though. They didn’t know about the constant leaving, the pain you and Ayumi went through, or the nights you stayed up late comforting Ayumi.

“I’m sorry, Ayato. I can’t keep going through this. Neither can Ayumi.”

Now to the present. A year after you and Ayato’s break-up. He hadn’t been doing well. If he was being honest, he couldn’t live without you. He hated not waking up with you in his arms. He hated that you weren’t here to make him breakfast. He also hated that he hadn’t seen his daughter.

It wasn’t because of you though. You told Ayato he could see Ayumi whenever he wanted to, but he never came. Only Ayaka and Thoma did. Thoma went over your house frequently and that’s something that the Yashiro Commissioner hated. Thoma was able to be around you, while he forbid himself even thinking about you.

but, that forbidding thing didn’t work, because he thought of you 24/7. You were always on his mind. Did you get a new boyfriend? Did you have another kid? Did you fall in love again? Do you miss him? He wanted to be with you dearly, but he knew he’d fuck up again. He’d keep putting Inazuma’s safety in front of you, but that’s only because he cared about you and all the other people who inhabited this country.

“My Lord, can we talk? It’s important.” Thoma said, walking into Ayato’s bedroom. “Yes, Thoma? Is everything alright?” Ayato asked, lapis eyes staring into Thoma’s jade ones.

“Me and Y/N… We’re dating. We’ve been dating for 4 months.” Thoma admitted, playing with his fingers. Ayato dropped his calligraphy pen in shock— Mouth wide open while Thoma sheepishly stared at him.

Thoma got with his ex-wife without a thought. How long has he been planning on getting with Y/N? Did Y/N cheat on him with Thoma while they were together? Was Thoma the reason they broke up?

There were so many questions swirling through his brain, and he couldn’t help but be embarrassed that he was still stuck on you. Normal people would’ve moved on and lived happily ever after— but he would sit in his room depressed while waiting for you to walk through the door.

“My Lord? Are you listening?”

Ayato gave Thoma a stern look and stood up. “Did Y/N cheat on me with you?” Ayato questioned, gripping the handle of his sword. “My Lord, of course not. That sounds nothing like me or Y/N. I and Y/N decided to move to Mondstadt since it’s my native country. That means I can’t work for you anymore.” The blonde sulked, giving Ayato a sad look.

“With this new information… Did you expect me to be upset about your departure? Goodbye and good riddance, Thoma.” The Commissioner scoffed, picking up his calligraphy pen. “Y/N was right about you… You never take accountability for your actions. Don’t worry though, I’ll treat her right.” Thoma slammed the door behind him.

After that, Ayato broke down crying. You did have a new boyfriend. That new boyfriend was his best friend— So not only did he lose you, but he lost his best friend.

He was embarrassed. The Yashiro Commissioner has been divorced and now his ex-wife was with his best friend. The same ex-wife that he cried about. The same ex-wife he cherished, but not enough.

If he really did cherish you, he wouldn’t have left you alone all those nights. How did he think you felt? You were practically raising Ayumi by yourself. You were laying down by yourself each night because your husband was engrossed in his job as Inazuma’s Yashiro Commissioner.

“Brother… Did Thoma tell you?” Ayaka asked, watching Ayato wipe his tears. “They’re together.. and they’re moving to Mondstadt.” Ayato sniffled, putting his pen down. “O-Oh... He didn’t tell you anything else, brother?” Ayaka fumbled with her fingers. “No... What’s wrong, Ayaka?” He asked, finally walking towards her. “Him and Y/N… They might be getting married in a few months.”

Ayato’s heart cracked and shattered.

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nerdygaymormon · 10 months

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Affirmation Conference 2023

I traveled to Provo, Utah for the 2023 edition of Affirmation’s International Conference.

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I arrived on Thursday and had lunch at Crown Burgers (I had a pastrami burger) with friends of mine who live in Eagle Mountain, Utah. I’ve known them for a long time, they used to live in Florida. Aaron and Sara are really wonderful. Aaron’s twin brother is gay and this has opened their eyes and they see the many issues the LDS Church has for queer people.

Sara volunteers at the Encircle House in Provo. They’d like to do more to support queer people who are/were LDS. They’d like to open their home to have regular get togethers where queer LDS people and their family & friends can gather to feel loved and supported. If you’re interested, contact me and I’ll put you in touch.

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Thursday evening was a social held at the Encircle House in Salt Lake City. I was an hour late and when I arrived, I was informed a group had come asking for David and I wasn’t there. The President of Affirmation got very concerned, wondering if there’d been a problem with my flight, was I okay, would I be on hand for the 2 sessions I’m supposed to do at the conference on Saturday. I’m very sorry to have missed those who came to meet me and I didn’t intend to make anyone worry. Sometimes things don’t go according to plans.

I did meet @jacclo and really appreciate that he came and waited. I felt like we had a good conversation and that I learned more about him and his journey. Honestly, getting to meet and connect with other queer Mormons is one of the greatest things.

My favorite room in the Salt Lake City Encircle House is the music room. They have filled the wall with black & white photos of famous queer people. I find seeing all that queer greatness very moving.

They also have a black sheep in the room, which is such a good symbol of how a lot of queer people feel their role is in their family. The Provo Encircle House also has a black sheep, I wonder if this is something they put in every one of their homes

When you walk in the house, the door swings open and you don’t see the hidden message until you’re ready to leave and open the door from the inside and see the words painted on the inside edge.

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Friday I spent much of the day in Board meetings and in trainings. That was a new experience for me as a new member of the Affirmation Board of Directors.

Lacey Bagley, the founder of Celebrate Therapy, is on the board and in our meeting she said something that struck me. I sometimes hear people complain that in the LDS Church it is cis gay white men who are seen and heard and who dominate the conversation. Lacey reframed this by calling them the Founding Fathers of the LDS LGBTQ space because they were able to break through the silence and bring visibility and some understanding. They were the most palatable to the wider community and thus were the ones who were listened to. AFAB women and gender nonconforming people are now having a moment and this opportunity has come thanks to the door being opened by those Founding Fathers.

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Then I went to the Provo Encircle House for a social. I met some very cool people and learned things about the house, including that it was originally home to a polygamous family. My favorite room was the meeting room on the 2nd floor. The walls feature black & white pictures of teens & young adults who came to the house during its first week of being open. Seeing the very people who are helped by this house really touched me. Plus, the window with the rainbow colors frames the Provo City Center Temple in a beautiful way.

The outside of the home is beautiful and I learned the landscaping is done so that there is always something in bloom no matter the season.

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Friday concluded with dinner and the opening plenary session of the Affirmation Conference. Álvaro Mora was the speaker and the big take away from his remarks was that no one is going to die for you so don’t live your life for others, live life and live it for yourself.

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On Saturday, the conference had 4 rounds of break out sessions. You could choose the sessions and groups that most interested you. I was in charge of 2 of the sessions. The first one was called Navigating Living Waters, and the second one was about building community for LGBTQ members in our churches. I was happy to meet @raspberryusagi when she attended one of my sessions.

In the evening Tekulvē Jackson-Vann spoke about how people often say they don’t see color, and how that feels so invalidating. It’s the same as if someone were to say they don’t see queerness, instead they see everyone as just the same. It’s a way to avoid uncomfortable conversations. If you can’t see all of me, you get a muted version of me. Can you imagine watching the Barbie move in black & white, you’d miss so much!

Tekulvē ended by asking a series of questions, for which a person of color gives mostly the same answer and white people have a different answer for each question: What color were you when you were born? What color are you when you’re hit hard? What color are you when you’re sick? What color are you when you’re cold? What color are you when you’re dead? And yet, I’m the one who is ‘colored.’

Laurie Lee Hall also spoke and the big message I took is “Live a life that leaves a mark that cannot be erased!”

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Saturday night, @loveerran and I went for ice cream at Leatherby’s in Orem, Utah. Their serving sizes are generous. We met @sky-the-trans-guy00 and had a very good conversation. I learned some more about him. He is a high-quality individual

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On Sunday, Stacey Harkey was the keynote speaker at the plenary session and he is very entertaining. He followed his remarks by doing a Q&A in which he was open and vulnerable.

He spoke of a dung beetle and how it is conditioned to roll dung, and will never roll a precious gem. Likewise, we are surrounded by people who have been conditioned to prize the dung, and that may cause you to wish to be dung, but you are not. Don’t be ashamed to be you. A gem is valuable because it is uncommon.

The main points of his remarks were: Be who you are! (you have to explore & discover who you are) Live who you are! (as you come to understand yourself, start living true to you) Own who you are! (you don’t need to apologize for being you, you get to be you and be proud of who you are)

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After the conference, I have extended family who hosted dinner for me and some of my friends. Being surrounded by friends and family in a space that is warm, loving and supportive was a great way to end my trip.

#Affirmation #highlights from the conference and my trip #Álvaro Mora #Tekulvē Jackson-Vann #stacey harkey #long post

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little-birdseeker · 16 days

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Growing Wings - Epilogue - Journey's End

[<- Chapter 11: Growing Wings]

What a wonderful day to be back in Limsa! Has there ever been a better one?! Certainly not in the few days she had been here lately, that was for sure! And Isabelle enjoyed every last bit of it, every ray of sunshine she could get!

Just a few moments later, Isabelle spotted her first target! “Fooorwin! Heeey!”, she shouted while waving at the old fisherman. He hadn’t changed a bit, as she saw it from the distance, except for some signs of the coming age.

“Oh that’s a surprise. Isabelle!”, he immediately responded before even turning around, as he knew only one girl with such an enthusiastic voice.

“And I thought you might have forgotten me, after Luca and Miara have told me that you have returned to them”, he laughed and stepped out of his boat at the pier.

“Whaaat? How could I eeever forget about you?! I could neeever forget about the saaails and the rooopes and the fiiish!”

“Right, right. Ah, don’t look so sulky, Isa, that was just me teasing you a bit. I- Really, it was a joke, okay? Got all your letters! Thank you, for all of them!”

Isabelle immediately stopped sulking and showed her beaming smile once again.

“You diiid? Yay! I did nooot know how to address them weeell enough, but the moooogles did a greeeat job, yes!”

“They sure do, even though nobody can see them… Anyway now, come here!”

He gave a big hug, to which she responded likewise. How many years had it been? About six years? A lot of time had passed since then, that was for sure.

“Looook! I stiiill got the peeendant you gave me!”, Isabelle said and very proudly showed off the little seashell that was decorating her neck.

“Ohh, yeah, you are right. Seems like it protected you well.” “It diiid!! And it wiiill protect me even longer!”, she responded with a happy grin.

“So, how have you been? Your parents haven’t told me yet, besides some major things. Like… magic? For real? And an own shop?”

“Mhm!! Looook!!” Proudly, Isabelle concentrated on her magic and formed a little ball of light, which rose slowly above them, just to explode in a warm shower of sparkles.

“Isn’t it greeeat?!”

“Uhm… sure, it looks great, but-” “It iiis great!”, Isabelle insisted - what else was magic good for if it did not look, like, magical and sparkly?! “And besiiides that I can mooove things and clean my hooouse and my dreeesses and fight eeenemies and-” “Okay okay, I got it, I was wrong”, Forwin laughed. “So you have become a great magician, I can see that. No need to show me all of it. But how? Tell me, how was your journey?”

“Oookay!” Her voice certainly carried some sort of disappointment with it - after all, showing of her magical skills was something she was very proud of - but she also knew that Forwin was right. She could also show off later, when the time was right.

“Sooo, wheeere to start…? Riiiight, Uuul’dah!”

And so, she started telling him about her journey.

The one year in Ul’dah. The people she met, like Nalama and Tion - even though she had no contact with him anymore, she might need to change that. The weavers guild. About Ricky, her very own (red!) Chocobo. And the thaumaturges, of course.

About Gridania. The druids and the leatherworkers. About all the trees, how it felt to be so far away from the ocean.

About her journey to Ishgard, her hatred for cold and snow which nearly got herself killed. The man that saved her life and became her first love, the man she married - Forwin was shocked by that one - and how much she despised him now. A despicable man that had only been interested in her body and in acquiring women!!

How Azura and Wickid met her in Ishgard and introduced her to the free company. All the adventures she lived through, how they ventured to the far far east where the free company resided now.

And of course, how she had started her own shop in Kugane, about two years ago. Oh, and all of the things she knew about the city. The harbor, the hot springs, the market, especially all of the clothes there, and how tasty all the meals were.

And how the meeting between her and Iana ended. She sniffed a bit while telling Forwin the story, calmed down by some strokes over her head. Forwin knew about Ianas death. Luca and Miara had already morned a lot while also being overjoyed by Isabelles return. It was a hard time for them, for sure. Scars would remain, but until then he would be there for them. And Isabelle as well, he was sure of it. Or else, she would have not returned, after all.

“What a journey”, the fisherman concluded as the barrage of words had finally come to end. “So I assume it had been a good one?”

“The beeest!”, the catgirl responded immediately.

“No regrets?”

“Hmmm… sooometimes. But I would stiiill do the same! Nooot change a thing!”, she answered truthfully. Lies were bad, after all! Most of them, at least.

“And now? Any new plans?”, Forwin laughed, expecting the most surprising things, just like it was usual with Isabelle.

“Uuuhm… for nooow I will take care of my shop! Aaand train and try new enchaaantmens!” “Oh, enchantments? Is there something you can’t do?” “Flyyy! For nooow!”, she chuckled together with Forwin.

“Well, that’s a matter of time, isn’t it.” “Mhm!! But for nooow…”

“The rogues?”

Nodding showed he was right.

“Well, great Namo from me! And your parents, if you visit them today.” “Wiiill do! And take caaare of you, Forfor! Bye bye!” “Oh Isa, don’t ca- there she goes. Whatever…”, he sighed and had to laugh. Some things never changed.

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“Can’t let you in without the password, sorry.” “Oswin, you knooow me! Come ooon, how can I knooow it?!”

“How do I know you are not someone else?” “Looook at me! Hooow many girls do you know that have suuuch fluffy taaail, sooo beautiful red haaair, are sooo cute… and have suuuch a deep cleavage?!”

With the last words, Oswins eyes twitched for a moment, but he kept his mouth shut and stood still, which annoyed Isabelle even more.

"Oooswin! If you dooon't let me in, Namo will be sooo furious! You wiiill regret it, and she will nooot apologize!"

That was the last straw. He knew R’namo, and even though she had grown to be nicer to him - or anyone, on that matter - in the last… ten years? Well, he sure knew he did not want to be the one to tell her he did not let in her beloved pupil daughter. Who knew what she would do to him, and he wasn’t eager to find out.

“Fine. Here, go in. But if you are an imposter-”

“Thaaank you! I will tell her how niiice you were!”, Isabelle said as she darted in.

Honestly, it sounded like a threat. At least to Oswin. Probably his imagination. Isabelle wasn’t like this. Instead, she would tell the whole truth, which was bad enough for him.

Hopefully, R’namo had some mercy on him.

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Tip Tap. Tip Tap.

She was wide open, and could have never been prepared for Isabelles assault. Well it wasn’t like nobody was watching - A'nissa was sitting in the corner and was overjoyed to see one of her missing friends being back. But she wanted to see the chaos unfold as Isabelle flung herself onto her victim. It was far too much fun to watch it!

“Goootcha!”, Isabelle shouted as she threw herself onto R’namos back, resulting in the most violent and soft hug the rogue has gotten for quite a while.

“WHA-?!”, she almost screamed as she felt the catgirl on her back. “ISA?! You damn- Where-?! How-?! OH COME HERE!”

In a matter of seconds, the one sided hug was changed into a consensual one.

“I am baaack!”, Isabelle laughed and smiled.

“Thanks, I have noticed”, R’namo tried to hiss, but just had to laugh as well.

“Damn, I thought you would never come back here. After your letters stopped and so on.” “I was buuusy Namo! I am sooorry!”

“Busy with what? Sewing new dresses?”

“Yeees! That takes some tiiime, you know?”

“So you were busy with dresses and distract boys and men alike with that cleavage you are sporting”, A'nissa darted in, still cackling from the assault she had witnessed.

“It’s a diiirndl, it haaas to be this way! And it looks greeeat, right?”

“Well if you say so…”

“R’namo please, look at her, it looks great! Especially on our Isa here, in contrast to you if you would wea-” “Oh shut up Nissa, as if anyone could challenge her on that!”, R’namo hissed at the laughing Miqo’te.

“Mhm!”, Isabelle agreed with a good deal of laughter from herself. “Told you I am going to become sooo big!” “That’s not what you mea- oh, whatever. You seem very confident about that now, so do you-” “Knooow why people liiike them?”, Isabelle interrupted her old mentor. “Well becaaause-”, she started to talk and somewhat demonstrate her gathered knowledge about this topic.

Which made A'nissa laugh, as she loved how confident Isabelle spoke, while it made R’namo blush ever so slightly - which in turn made A'nissa laugh even more. Isabelle, however, proudly grinned at her friends. She had learned a lot, after all, and every bit had to be shared - even such things like this!

“Gods, okay, guess you know”, R’namo sighed. “Well, good that Jon wasn’t here…” “Oh i could get him, should be around somewhere.” “Oh should i tell him-” “NO!”, R’namo shouted at Isabelle, making both other girls laugh. “Oh you- You have grown into a fine yet mischievous woman, have you?”

“I leeearned from the best!”

That left R’namo speechless. Especially as Isabelle wasn’t completely wrong, after all. Plus the other girls had helped at that as well, to be fair, but still.

“Whatever”, R’namo sighed. “Don’t want it to be any other way. That’s our Isa.” “Hehe!”, Isabelle chuckled with a grin. “But I stiiill want to meet Jon again!”

“Well of course, let’s find him. Just keep those things for you, kay? Having both of you tease me like that is more than enough.” “Oookay!”, Isabelle chuckled. “Prooomised!”

“And I shall find Agness, I think she is somewhere on the market. Shouldn’t be hard to find her”, A’nissa threw in.

“And what about Leeena?!”, Isabelle asked, worried about the lalafell.

“Oh, uhm, she… is gone”, R’namo told Isabelle. For a moment, the red girl was shocked about this news, until A’nissa stepped in.

“She stopped being a rogue and now works in The Bismarck. Wanted to become a chef. Stabbing people wasn’t for her, so now she stabs fish I guess.”

Outraged, Isabelle stared at R’namo, who in turn grinned at her. “Ha, gotcha!” “Ruuude!”

“Could say the same about you!” “Pah!”

For a moment, everyone kept silent, but it didn’t last long until they burst out in laughter.

“I was wooorried, okaaay?”

“Yeah, sorry. Thanks for clearing that A’nissa. Oh, what about we meet up there, in The Bismarck? Yeah, let’s go there and eat together, and talk about the past years!” “Oh I would looove to! Let’s search for the others and gooo! Jooon, where aaare you?!”, Isabelle shouted and dashed through one of the doors.

“Isa, please, stay- you know where we meet, A’nissa. I’ll have to catch this whirlwind here. And have to ask her how she got through Oswin.”

“Right right! See ya later!”

“Yeah, bye!”

With that, they parted ways, just to be reunited later. An evening full of stories was about to start. And surely, she had made them proud. All of them.

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(To everyone who has read the whole thing: Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoyed the ride! <3 This has been on my mind for quite a while, and I am happy to be able to share something about my girl! So, every reader: You get the best hug Isabelle can give! You earned it! <3)

(If you are interested in some other stuff i wrote or want to know more about Isabelle, you may want to take a look at Isabelles story page!)

#Isabelle Birdseeker #Writing #My Writing #Growing Wings #about her~#final fantasy xiv #ff 14 #long post #thanks to everyone who read it!#and thanks to everyone who shared the story as well!

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Obey Me! MC’s Grandma Part 2

If you haven’t read part 1 featuring the 7 Brothers, here it is.

Ft. the 4 dateables + Luke

C/W: none

DIAVOLO 👑

Diavolo was the one who received your mother’s call. Your Grandma’s staying in Devildom for a month was unexpected, but Diavolo welcomed her with utmost sincerity. It helped his wish to bring peace to the Three Realms after all.

For a first few days, Diavolo didn’t have time to ask about your Grandma. On the 7th day, he had the time so he asked Barbatos to deliver an invitation to the Demon Lord’s Castle to your Grandma.

Your Grandma was invited to Diavolo’s afternoon tea, where he told her about his dream of peace between the Three Realms, and he asked for her opinion because he knew senior’s opinion is respected in Human World.

At the same tea party, Grandma told Diavolo stories about a king who disguises himself to visit his citizen without all the pompous ceremonies and attention.

Diavolo absolutely adored the idea. He tried it out the same night. But, alas, Diavolo’s appearance is just so stand out that a lot of demons recognized him right away. Finally, Diavolo had to get Solomon to help him with a great appearance changing spell.

A week after your Grandma had returned to Human World, Diavolo received a letter encouraging him to keep going on the path he had chosen. Diavolo also received a lot of books about great human monarchs in history.

BARBATOS ⏳

Barbatos’s specialty is making high-end luxurious dessert, and he’s always eager to expand his horizons with Eastern and lower cost dessert. And your Grandma, who knows how to make the latter, was whom Barb needed.

One day, Barbatos invited your Grandma to his kitchen in the Demon Lord’s Castle to discuss about dessert. The following day, Barbatos served Diavolo new kind of dessert which many people enjoy in the countryside.

Barb reminded Grandma of an old friend, who was also a butler for a rich family long ago, when Grandma was still in her teen or 20s. The rich family left, maybe because of they were bankrupt, or the patriarch committed a serious crime leading to all their riches confiscated, Grandma wasn’t sure: there were a lot of rumors. Grandma’s butler friend left with that family. They lost contact ever since.

Barbatos did look into a matter, it wasn’t a happy ending for the loyal steward, he died protecting his master. When Barb told Grandma, she just sighed and said calmly: “That’s life.” When you have lived long enough, learning that an old friend is already dead is not uncommon. Grandma’s used to it. When she learned the news, she accepted it as it is.

After your Grandma came back to the Human Realm, the Royal Steward and kind-hearted old woman still exchanged letters to discuss about dessert recipes and many other things about their lives.

LUKE 🐕

Luke called your Grandma “Grandma” the first time they met because:

Grandma gives grandma vibe. So he has the urge to call her Grandma.

The boy didn’t want to be disrespectful to the elder so he didn’t want to call her by her name.

Similar to Barbatos, Luke learned from Grandma many simple, affordable yet delicious dessert recipes.

Luke prayed that Archangel Michael would protect Grandma during her earthly life and conduct her to Heaven after death.

Once, Luke did something embarrassing and you laughed. Grandma immediately said “Don’t laugh at Luke. You were just like him when you were little.”

You’re no longer Grandma’s favorite grandchild, Luke is.

SIMEON 📝

Simeon was happy because he got to meet a member of your birth family whom you love dearly. And he was also happy because Grandma was terrible at tech.

Simeon lamented because Grandma adapted better than him to tech. Even if she doesn’t know how to type because she’s illiterate, Grandma could still communicate through emoji (⌒▽⌒)

On one occasion, Grandma was invited to a sleepover at the Purgatory Hall. There, she and Simeon talked about myths, stories, legends (including horror stories), that Grandma heard when she lived in the countryside. Simeon incorporated those stories into his writings.

Based on true story I heard from a lovely Grandma. Simeon wrote at the end of his book.

SOLOMON 🔮

Solomon noticed that no one feared his cooking anymore after your Grandma came to the Devildom. He loves everyone’s scared faces, c’mon show him.

After he learnt that your Grandma provided all of you medicine that helped neutralize the effect of his cooking, Solomon challenged Grandma to a cooking contest.

The result? You don’t need to ask? Of course Grandma won. She won with her talent and cooking skills, loved by all the judges and examiners, who were actually you and the boys.

“Remember this, I’ll get my revenge.” “Next time, I won’t lose.” Solomon told your Grandma.

This stayed in my draft for 3 months. Nearly forgot about it.

If you read this till the end, please consider reblog <3.

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@yourboyhack here’s the part 2 you wanted

#obey me #om! shall we date #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #om! diavolo #om! barbatos #om! luke #om! simeon #om! solomon #obey me headcanons #omswd

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