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y13evie · 9 months

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lust for life

professor john price x student reader

tags: teacher x student, very obvious age gap, i’m in love with older men like genuinely i have an issue, yearning a little bit, smut ofc

you knew it was wrong. your friends scolded you for feeling that way towards your, much older professor. but the heart wants what it wants, right? he’d praise your work, calling you “such a smart girl”, it drove you crazy. but of course he wouldn’t feel the same way back. it’s unprofessional and downright wrong. but the way he was grabbing your hips and forcing you back down onto his cock, praises falling from his lips as he reaches his high. it was too much, the way he called your name out like a chant.

“any questions before i let you all go?”

you snapped out of your very lucid daydream. looking around to see your classmates slowly exiting the lecture. you looked down at your notes to see that the only thing you’ve written down is a few lousy notes. sighing, you scold yourself for not paying attention. you’re gonna have to stay after class again, but you weren’t complaining. you made your way over to your professors desk as the last student shut the door.

“i’m really sorry mr. price. h-honestly i wasn’t really paying attention today. you might have to go over a few topics with me again. i apologize.” this wasn’t usually like you. you had the highest grade in your class and was always doing superb in all of your assignments.

“hey, it’s alright. you’re a very good girl. i know you didn’t have any bad intentions today”. he stood up from his chair, allowing him to slightly tower over you. he walks to where your back is nearly touching his chest, “here. give me this, let’s see what you have down”. you became self aware of every breath you took, praying to anyone out there that he couldn’t see you almost trembling.

to break the tension, you step forward and turn towards him. the way you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes. god, it made him melt. the way you yearn for his praise. he knows how you feel about him. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the way your gaze lingered just a little longer than everyone else’s, biting the tip of your pen to try and get rid of all those disgusting thoughts.

price walks back over to his desk and takes a seat back on his chair, letting a gruff groan as he sits back fully.

“so, what’s been on your brain that’s got you all distracted?”. he tilted his head, waiting to see what lie you’ll conjure up.

“i mean- it’s really nothing. just school being busy. got plenty of work to get done, the usual.”. you failed to make eye contact. noted.

“you only have two classes. i know you don’t have that much work.” his voice is stern now. and your stomach is turning at the fact he’s caught you in your lie. “so look at me, and tell me what’s on your mind”.

you swallow hard. cringing at the fact that he may know exactly where your mind wonders each class. you decide to give in, kind of.

“it’s silly. i have a boy on my mind.” hoping that he’ll believe your lie. he scoffs and beckons you to come closer, patting his lap once you’re close enough. you look at him, confused. spending too much time thinking about the secret meaning of his actions, you’re caught off guard by the fact he snatched your hips and sits you onto his lap. you weakly try to wiggle your way out of his strong grasp, but it’s no use.

“maybe you aren’t such a smart girl. lying to your professor like that as if i don’t know.” his grip on your hips is suffocating. your body starts to subconsciously grind on his body due to the overwhelming heat forming between your legs. you know it’s wrong but god it feels so right.

price grabs your chin and begins kissing you. what was soft, gentle kisses grew to become an intense make out session. the sounds of your sloppy kisses to the feeling of your clit rubbing against his bulge every time you rock forward again, it was all becoming too much. you were babbling nonsense and pleading for more.

“becoming all fucked out just by grinding on me a little? that’s pathetic, honey.”. although his words are harsh, he picks you up and flips you onto his desk. your face is pushed into a bunch of useless paperwork as he slides down your pants, using a thumb to tease your puffy clit as he takes off your panties next. he uses the pad of the same thumb to collect the slick from your pussy, using it to wet his throbbing cock.

you cry out as he pushes his full length in without a warning. your hand flies to your mouth to prevent any more sounds from spilling out.

“thaaattts it baby, shut your pretty mouth up. y’know how much trouble we’d get in. if they saw me fuckin a pretty little girl like you.”. you clenched around him at the thought of it. getting caught face down ass up with your professor who’s slightly older than your father.

his hips smacked against yours faster now, bruising your walls so bad you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk out of the room. you feel yourself slipping away into ecstasy, barely able to keep your head up. you know price is getting close by the way he’s growling so deeply into your ear. his thrusts become animalistic as he urges you to reach your high with him. both of your cum getting mixed together as he sloppily grinds against you a few more times to ride out his orgasm.

you pant heavily as he pulls out. leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder before redressing himself. you do the same, pulling up your underwear and pants. your mind is racing, wondering what the hell just happened. his scent floods your senses as he helps you steady yourself back onto your feet.

but for some odd reason, you’re still incredibly worried about missing out on notes. hesitantly, you ask “do you think i could stay afterwards tomorrow too, sir? i really need those notes”. he smiles softly at the fact that you’re still academically driven even after your daydreams just came true.

“of course. you know where to find me, sweetheart.”

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ohimsummer · 4 months

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✎ . . .❝ WHO DID IT? ❞

—poly!satosugu xmas shenanigans, satosugu x reader, justice for satoru he just wanted to make candy canes !

The day was going well. Splendid, even. It’s almost Christmas, and the chilly weather makes sure to remind you, flakes of snow peppering the ground and crunching beneath your boots. You’ve completed the task of some nice, last minute shopping for your husbands’ students, picking up some coffee orders, not forgetting a few of Gojo’s favorite desserts from that same coffee shop, and then you were back home in no time. Walking inside, you’re engulfed with a feeling of warmth and coziness, the smell of sugar with a hint of peppermint permeating in the air. Your call of ‘I’m back!’ suspiciously goes unanswered, but you assume your husbands are either distracted or out of earshot.

The honeyed scent of sugar grows stronger as you enter the kitchen, setting bags of gifts and groceries on the floors and countertops. Speaking of countertops…your brows knit, mouth agape in absolute shock as you really take in the center of what was once gorgeous marble. You hear Gojo’s boisterous laughter in the living room, Geto’s faint conversation underneath, and make a beeline straight for them. Upon your arrival, Geto spots you first, and the wide-eyed glance he shares between you and Gojo is very telling.

It’s a simple question.“Who did it?”

And yet getting an answer, at least from one of them, is like pulling teeth.

Satoru halts mid-sentence, turning to beam innocently at you, ignoring the bitter look in your eyes, out for blood. If Suguru’s simmering glare at his idiot counterpart is any indication, then you’ve already gotten your answer.

Said idiot is so good at playing dumb, as if something like this isn’t obviously his doing. “What’s wrong, baby?”

A small breath of exasperation leaves Geto as he takes in the interaction. He thinks Gojo is really in for it this time, he can tell by your body language alone that you’ve got some choice words for this man. Maybe you’ll actually kill him this time. Geto chuckles a good riddance, so low even he can barely hear it. Can’t afford to show too much amusement, lest he get caught in the whirlwind of your fury.

Your foot taps, impatient. Brand new countertops. Not even a month old, they told you to consider them as part of an “extra early Christmas gift”. Ruined with large, faded, circular marks right in the center, on display, and faintly reeking of peppermint.

Suguru grows hot as your furious gaze shifts to him, finger with a mind of its own as it points to Gojo. “He wanted to make candy ca–“

“What the hell, I thought we had an agreement?”

“I’m not taking the fall for this with you over that dumbass idea.”

“Dumbass? You were on board when I suggested it!”

“And that was my mistake for assuming you’d done more than five minutes of research and knew what you were doing.”

“Well, excuse me for trying to get in the spirit of Christm– ow!”

The sharp pinch on his ear leaves Satoru yelping like a hurt dog, stumbling along as you drag him into the kitchen, and Geto takes extreme joy in the small snippets of Gojo’s excuses as he fails to plead his case.

“Baby, my extremely beautiful, lovely, gorgeous wife, I just miscalculated a little, a tiny mist–“

“Mistake?” With your incredulous tone, one can only imagine the look on your face right now. “Look what you did to the countertop, Satoru, don’t come in my damn kitchen tryna be a professional chef or candy maker or whatever!”

A groan. “Technically,” and Suguru cringes immediately, head sinking back on the couch. “It’s all of our kitchen.”

The immediate silence afterward is heavy enough to weigh down a bear. Followed shortly by Satoru’s meek “Ya know what, you’re so right, baby. Your kitchen.”

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msmk11 · 21 days

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The Hufflepuff Code

James Potter x gn!Hufflepuff!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 3.6k

CW: Use and discussion of weed, mentions of alcohol, light kissing, reader under the influence of weed, mentions of food and eating

Summary: You have a secret.... Or, at least, your Hogwarts house, Hufflepuff, does, and you can't tell your Gryffindor boyfriend James. Only problem is, your boyfriend is very charming and has an inclination for mischief. What could go wrong?

A/n: Hiiiii, I hope you enjoy! This work is vaguely based off the Harry Potter discourse on TikTok a few months ago, about what parties would be like in each Hogwarts house! Please don't take offense if you're a Gryffindor lol, I love them. Also, until I find a fancast for James Potter that I like (I imagine him as desi), I will be using ATJ.

Going to Hogwarts requires a lot of studying….something you are trying to do but failing, because a pair of hazel eyes can’t help but bore into your face. You double down into your books to avoid your boyfriend’s gaze, but his intensity only increases. He shifts from mute staring to pokes and silent whispers of your name.

Finally, you snap your head up and look at him, “what?!” You whisper.

“Just missed you s’all,” James says sheepishly.

Your heart can’t help but melt a little, “sweetheart, I’m right here.”

“Yeah but you’re studying and not paying attention to me.” He whines.

“Well, I did invite you to the library to study, not snog or make small-talk.”

James eyes light up, “oh that sounds like so much more fun. We should do that instead.”

“Sorry Jamie, as much as I’d love to, I can’t. Gotta study.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes dramatically, “fine. But I expect your full, undivided attention later.”

You cringe a little and guiltily avoid his sweet, beautiful face. “I-I’m sorry I can’t hang out later.”

“Baby,” he says rather loudly.

You shush him a little and grab his hands in apology, “I’m sorry, I made plans earlier this week.”

The brunette pouts at you and shakes his head, his mop of curls falling into his eyes as he does so, “with who?”

“My friends-“

“Friends? What friends?!” Your boyfriends protests.

You glare at him a little.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispers, “I just mean, what friends could you possibly be hanging out with instead of me? I mean, I’m the bestest friend.”

You kiss one of his hands intertwined with yours, “I know, sweetheart, you are. But I need a little non-boyfriend-friend-time sometimes, you know?”

“Well-uh I can pretend to not be your boyfriend for a night,” he disagrees, “I can gossip and, do whatever your friends do.”

You chuckle a little, “I know you can, and honestly, I’m sure they will be happy to have you in the future. But that’s not the type of hangout we’re having.”

“Okay, so then what are you doing?”

“Burying bodies, holding seances, the likes,” you tease, trying to avoid a serious answer.

James just glares at you, not impressed by your jokes.

“Sweetheart, don’t be mad,” you plead, bringing out your puppy dog eyes, “promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he answers, dismissively waving his hand. “That I’m not concerned about anymore. What I really wanna know is what you’re getting up to tonight,” he says, quirking an eyebrow.

You’re pretty sure his eyes peer into your soul, trying to unleash all your secrets. It makes you shiver and look down at your paper.

“Oh you know, typical Hufflepuff things.”

“Hmmm?” He asks, shifting closer to you. “Like what?”

“Uhhh eating food, potting plants, being loyal.” You mumble out.

He gets closer and lifts your chin to make you look at him. James, the bastard, knows the effect he has on you. Teasing you with your closeness, knowing his cologne drives you crazy, his eyes make you melt, and his lips leave you defenseless. He licks his lip a little and you slightly groan.

“So you’d rather pot plants than spend time with me?” James asks quietly.

Words leave you at this moment and you only stutter a little. You try to lean in for a kiss, the tension unbearable, but he pulls back. “Nuh-uh.”

“You don’t get a kiss for lying.”

You whine a little. “I’m not lying, I’m just concealing some of the truth.”

“Why, love? Do you not trust me?”

Your face softens, noticing the slight sadness in his voice. You grab his face and brush his dark curls away from his eyes.

“No Jamie. It’s not that, it’s just- well it really is sort of a Hufflepuff thing. A code of conduct, you know?”

He furrows his brows, “uhh, not really, no.”

“Well, I’m sure Gryffindor has some traditions, right?”

James shakes his head, “well it’s sorta the same thing for Hufflepuff, just more secret.”

“But I won’t tell anyone” your boyfriend says softly, kissing your hand, “promise.”

“I know, sweetheart. It’s not that I can’t tell you, it’s well, I can’t tell-“ you hesitate.

“Who?”

“Gryffindors,” you say, quietly.

Confusion clouds his pretty face, “what d’you mean you can’t tell Gryffindors?”

You cringe and pull away, “I’ve said too much already, sweetheart. Sorry, house loyalty.”

He scoffs, “what about loyalty to me?”

“Don’t do that,” you tsk, “it’s really not that serious. Just silly house traditions, a little bit of rivalry, yeah?”

“Well then if it’s not that serious, just tell me,” he counters.

You groan. He’s really not gonna give this up.

“Fine,” you mumble. “Come on, let’s go somewhere more private.”

You gather your books and motion for him to follow. He stands up obediently and packs up his things before taking yours from you. As you walk down the halls, you find an empty classroom and push the two of you inside.

“You know if you wanted to get me alone, you could’ve just asked,” he teases.

You roll your eyes and slap his shoulder playfully, “pervert…just wanting to get in my pants.”

“Can’t help it when you’re so beautiful,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You hum in content and lean into the kiss, holding onto his arms gently.

“Could keep you here all night,” he sighs against your lips, as his warm hands wrap around your waist.

You huff in disappointment and pull away a little, “you know you can’t Jamie baby.”

“Worth a shot.” He sits down on a desk and spreads his legs a little, letting you stand between them, “so if I can’t convince you to skip this tradition, then tell me what it is at least. And why can’t Gryffindors know?”

You sigh a little, “okay, don’t get mad, because I didn’t decide this, remember, it’s tradition.”

James pauses and then shakes his head for you to continue.

“So, basically, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw have this arrangement to have three annual parties. One hosted by Hufflepuff, one by Slytherin, and one by Ravenclaw.”

“And why not Gryffindors?”

You wrinkle your nose in awkwardness, “well…cause the other houses don’t really like Gryffindor all that much.” Before James can protest you add, “it’s not that we don’t like Gryffindors at all, it’s just, we don’t like when you’re all together. On your own or in small groups you’re fine. But in large party settings you guys get loud, and stupid, and well…..annoying. And, the other three houses got sick of it, so they decided to start hosting a few no-Gryffindor-allowed parties every year.”

James simply stares at you in silence. “And this has been going on for how long?”

“Uh, 20 years at least,” you say.

The boy’s mouth drops, “and no Gryffindor has ever found out?!”

“Not really, no. We keep it super secret.”

James scoffs, “I mean, well that’s sort of ridiculous don’t you think? Hosting secret parties just to keep us out?”

“Look,” you say gently, grabbing his knee, “I didn’t say I agree or disagree. It’s just tradition. And well, I’m not gonna be the one to break it.”

“So what do you even do at these ‘parties’?” he asks with a huff.

“Well Ravenclaw hosts the first, in the Fall, a sort of poker, gambling game night, but with lots of booze. Very classy actually, typical Ravenclaw. And Slytherin hosts next, right before Christmas. It’s a sort of Christmas, bougie, boozie party. Very swanky and jazzy. And Hufflepuff, well, that’s the crowd favorite. Held in second term.”

The brunette raises his eyebrows in curiosity.

“Basically we get a shit load of weed from our secret plant stash, and everyone gets high and eats food. We like, raid the kitchens before hand.”

“WHAT?!” James almost shouts.

You put your hand over his mouth to quiet him. “Shhh, people could hear.”

He takes your hand off. “Hufflepuff has a secret drug stash?! And you hide it from us?!”

“I mean, why do you think we’re so happy all the time?” you say, laughing a little.

“So you-but.”

Your boyfriend’s brain seems to malfunction, “damn, Hufflepuffs are druggies? My partner is a druggie?”

You let out a laugh, “I wouldn’t say druggie…just…plant-positive.”

“So…there. That’s my secret. But you can’t tell anyone. I have my dignity to uphold.” You warn.

“Can I at least come?!”

“No! I’m not even supposed to tell you. Let alone bring you!”

“But-“

“No. Im sorry James, I don’t make the rules.”

“But I wanna get high…and see you high.”

“Well, another time.”

Your tone was final, but James did not take it as such. Instead, he became more determined to find his way in to this mysterious party.

*****

After making James promise to not impose, you left him behind in the classroom with a kiss and a lot of regret. On one hand, you had just broken so many Hufflepuff rules… if anyone were to find out, you’d be shunned for sure. On the other hand, you also felt incredibly guilty for leaving James out. Your sweet boy with his soft eyes and kind smile… but also his loud personality and pranks. You knew he’d never mean any harm, but the likes of him at this sort of party would not be welcome. He’s the definition of Gryffindor. And of course you love him for it, but you’re not sure your peers would.

Back in your dorm, you throw your books down on your desk and then plop onto your bed.

“Long day?” Your friend Emmeline asks.

You groan, “terribly.”

“Good thing we have a chill night ahead of us,” she reminds you, plopping down next to you on your bed.

“Touché Emmy. I’m very ready for an edible and a bag of flaming hot Cheetos.”

“Mhmmm, and those chocolate chip cookies from the kitchens?”

We both sigh in content.

I can feel her staring at me. “Something’s wrong…”

You turn on your side and look at her, “yeah… I just, well, told James I couldn’t hang with him tonight because I had plans and I feel sorta bad… being all secretive you know? We don’t keep secrets.”

She hums in acknowledgement, “hmmm yeah, I get that. But I mean, it’s not like a bad secret y’know? Just tradition.”

“Which is what I told him but still..”

“You didn’t tell him, did you?” She asks, slight mortification on her face.

“No, course not,” you lie, turning back on your back. “Hufflepuff code n’all. Just hard having a Gryffindor boyfriend.”

“Yeah, babe, I know. But you only gotta lie a few times a year, he’ll never know the difference, yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m overthinking this, I know.”

“Indeed,” the brunette answers, shoving your shoulders lightly. “Now come on, lighten up, we’ve got a fun night ahead of us.”

You smile and sit up, “yes you’re right.”

“Now, I know the vibe is obviously cozy, but I still wanna look cute y’know? What should I wear?”

You hop up and walk over to her closet. “Oh babe, you gotta do your yellow Hufflepuff sweatshirt. With your brown curls and pale skin, you look like freaking Belle from that muggle movie.”

She gasps, “a whole princess?! Wow, I’m flattered. And what about pants?”

“Leggings maybe? Something that makes your ass look good?”

“Take me to dinner first!” She squeals.

You laugh a little and wink, “sorry baby can’t help it.”

Her shoulder length curls bounce a little as she shakes her head at you.

You go into your own trunk as you strip off your school uniform and instead opt for black pajama pants and one of James’ t-shirts that has some muggle band on it. It still smells faintly of him and your heart aches a little at leaving him behind. You brush it off, though, when your other two roommates come in the room, grocery bags in hand.

“We’ve got the goods!” Amelia and Trinity cheer.

“My hot Cheetos?” You ask.

“Course,” Trinity answers, rolling their brown eyes, “this isn’t our first rodeo.”

You squeal and peck them on the cheek before giving Amelia a hug too.

“You guys are my favorite, you know that?”

“Better be,” Amelia huffs. “Otherwise we’d have words.”

You all excitedly chatter as you go through the groceries and get ready for the party.

Trinity ends up in Ravenclaw blue, which looks fantastic against their dark brown skin.

“Trying to impress anyone?” Emmy asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“Hmmm, maybe a certain Pandora Lovegood?” Amelia quips.

Trinity tries to hide a smile but can’t, “duh! She’s just so cute, especially when she’s high.”

“And Amelia? Trying to impress anyone?” You ask, scanning her dark gray sweater and black leggings.

“Nope!” She says, popping the p, “only here for me, myself, and I.”

You force everyone to gather on your bed and hold up your disposable camera, “smile everyone!”

You take a few photos, cute and silly, and then wander down to the common space.

The common room remains mostly the same, besides a few added bean bags and blankets for comfort.

A low, quiet base thumps in the background as people from all three houses lounge around. Amos Diggory, a seventh year, sits at the contraband table.

“What can I do for you folks tonight?” He asks.

Emmeline asks for a blunt, Trinity and I take an edible and Amelia shakes her head, motioning to her pen instead. We crash on the carpet, waiting for the weed to kick in. Everyone around us is laughing, chatting, and snacking, at different levels of gone.

When Pandora walks in, Trinity waves and motions her over. She’s followed by a few of her friends, including Regulus, Rosier, and Crouch.

“Baby Black?!” You cheer.

He rolls his eyes as he sits down next to you. “I thought I told you not to call me that?”

You shrug your shoulders and pat his cheek, “yeah, but I chose to ignore you. I love how cute you get when you pout.”

He can’t help but blush a little and he softens. You have a way with that boy, and he with you. Surprisingly, you are very close friends.

You turn and nod in acknowledgment to the other two, “Rosier, Junior. How’s it going?”

“Better once I’m high” Barty answers. He turns to his friends, “what do you want?”

They tell him and he stalks over, giving Amos a glare while he’s at it.

“Always the delight he is,” Amelia teases. Her eyes are a little heavy, telling me the pen is already working.

“So, Black? What brooding have you been up to recently?” Emmeline jokes.

You swat her arm and can’t help but giggle, maybe a little too hard. “Be nice.”

“Oh you know, just planning your demise” he answers with a smirk.

“I’m the subject of your brooding?” Emmy fake swoons, “I feel honored.”

You laugh again and hug Regulus around the neck, “am I ever the subject of your broodings?”

He looks at you with a small smile, “course. I think about killing you once a week.”

You gasp in fake offense and stick out your tongue. Barty, who’s back with the weed, hands Regulus a blunt. He takes it between his fingers and inhales. Then he looks at you and rolls his eyes again.

*****

James Potter is usually good at keeping promises. However, he’s even better at making mischief. So despite his promise to you to not come to the party, he finds himself a little while later outside the Hufflepuff dorms, albeit hidden under the invisibility cloak. From outside, the hallway is quiet. Any passerby would be oblivious to the party going on within- must be a silencing charm. Unsure how to get into the common room, realizing you hadn’t told him before, he waits outside for someone to, unknowingly, open it for him. He, luckily, doesn’t have to wait long, as two unsuspecting Slytherins stroll past him and up to the barrels sitting outside. In quick succession one pulls out their wand and quickly taps it across the barrels. The brown barrels jump apart, revealing a door. As the two walk in, James closely follows behind, assuring he doesn’t remain locked out.

Though you briefly explained the parties to James, his imagination far underestimated the reality. When you said all three houses went to these parties, you weren’t kidding. The place was packed, with every 4th year up from all three houses lounging around the badger den. The room was thick with smoke and reeked of marijuana. Students were everywhere, standing, lounging, laughing, eating, and even sleeping. Music played in the background, but no one was dancing, seemingly too high to really notice it. He scanned the room and found you in the thick of it all, seated on the carpet by the fireplace. You were with your dorm mates, Emmeline Vance, Amelia Bones, and Trinity Taylor, and also a few Slytherins. He recognized them all actually, one being Sirius’ little brother, who he knew you were actually good friends with. Also Rosier and Crouch, who he wasn’t as fond of, and Pandora, the one Ravenclaw he sorta knew.

Still hidden under his cloak, he weaves through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone, afraid of getting caught. He throws himself into a corner by the fireplace, listening in on your conversation.

“But Reggie, you’d look so cute with dyed hair!”

The Black boy scoffs at you, “yeah right. What should I go for, bright pink?!”

Your eyes light up as you giggle, “yes! And I’d start calling you baby…. pink? Instead of baby black, cuz you know-“ you giggle again, “your hair would be pink!”

Your words sort of slur together, not that you realize it, and so Regulus only nods, himself also struggling to comprehend what’s happening.

“Wait, I think I have some dye, let me go get it!”

“Wait-“ Regulus calls out but you’ve already gotten up.

James’ heart jumps as you come closer to him, weaving through the crowd on the carpet…

*****

As you stumble towards the stairs of your dorm you freeze. You could’ve sworn you smelt... James’ cologne…..

You shift backwards a little and sniff again. Sure enough, his fancy cologne, one you love but always tease him about, permeates the air. Either you’re really high or….

You suddenly fling your hand outwards to the left. Though there is nothing next to you, you make hard contact with something in the air, and hear a small “oof” from next to you.

A chill runs down your spine and out of the corner of your mouth you mumble, “James. My. Room. Now.”

You don��t bother to hear an answer, knowing he’ll follow you like a lost puppy.

When you’re in your room you shut the door firmly behind you and whip around “James- what the hell.”

Your boyfriend appears before you, taking off the invisibility cloak sheepishly. “Hey, baby.”

“Don’t fucking hey baby me. What are you doing here?” You slur together.

“Uh, missed you?” He says hesitantly.

Your nose flares and you stalk towards him. “You. Fucking. Missed. Me?!” Each word is punctuated with a smack to his chest.

You don’t realize in your unsober state how hard you’re hitting him or how loud you’re talking. He tries to minimize his flinches as he grabs your hands and holds them together.

“Love I-“

“What? Wanted to risk me getting shunned?! Jamie I asked you not to come! I trusted you!!”

“I know lovie. I’m sorry, I just got jealous… and curious. It’s no excuse I know but…”

You huff and throw your head in your hands. It’s spinning for more than one reason, and the weed keeps you from thinking clearly.

“We’ll talk later. You, just stay here with your cloak, yeah?”

He sighs and nods.

His sad puppy dog eyes get to you and you soften a little, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

You then walk towards the door and open it, only to find the whole of Hufflepuff standing outside your door, staring in shock.

“You, you broke tradition!” Amos Diggory yells, pointing at James.

“I- well- shit” you mutter.

“This is like, breaking the law,” another Hufflepuff argues.

You feel tears prick at your eyes, “I’m sorry guys I- uh.”

“Wait,” your boyfriend says.

Everyone goes quiet.

“It’s not their fault, honest.”

No one seems to believe him.

“Look, I got suspicious of what they’re up to, so I followed them, with my invisibility cloak on. Swear!” He even holds up the cloak, demonstrating its invisibility.

Everyone gasps, “no way, that’s fucking sick.”

“Please don’t punish them because I’m stupid and nosy! Please!” He pleads.

Diggory turns to the head prefects of the other two houses and quietly confer. After a few minutes of quiet whispers, Diggory turns back.

“Fine, fine, you’re off the hook,” he says to you.

“And as to you Potter, well, I guess you’re officially inducted into our little secret now. We can’t have you going around spilling. And I swear, if you tell any one of your little Gryffindor friends, all three houses will rain hell. Understood?”

Even you turn to James and raise your eyebrows. He really does feel a little threatened and nods. “Uh, yeah. Course.”

Diggory claps his hands together, “great! Well then, get Potter some weed.”

As everyone files out, James turns and looks at you nervously.

“Well?”

“You heard the man, let’s go get you some weed.”

“Okay, just- wait.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you flush into his chest.

He kisses you deeply, “love you, baby.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter fanfiction #james potter fluff #james potter fic #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #the maruaders

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katasstrophy · 1 year

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Bruh Nagi being buff as hell after Manshine's training 🥰🥰🥰

sammy you deadass bout to make me objectify this man on main SO BAD this has been running something of a small marathon in my head so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 pls accept my humble word vomit

cw. [n]sfw. mdni. pro player! nagi + aged-up characters. bit of body worship(?) you ride his abs. nipple play (m. receiving). subby nagi (but he's actually a switch >:) + some fluff bc he's so baby :(

note. a bit rambly oop soz it’s bc i went insane. i describe how he looks like to ME (re: hot as fuck) but i guess y'all can read it too hehe<3

1.4k words -> how could you ever hope to keep your hands to yourself when nagi's body looks like that.

i feel like unless you have prior knowledge of the fact that nagi is a pro athlete, from a cursory glance, your first thought upon seeing him wouldn’t be “hmm i bet that dude is built like a brick house.” it doesn’t help that nagi’s basically the unofficial king of athleisure — his closet’s chockfull of loose-fitting hoodies and sweats. he barely owns anything else besides those monochrome hooded tracksuits (and sportswear for practice, i guess he’d need some of that too lol) because he claims it’s the only outfit that gives him unlimited access to just lounge about basically anywhere he pleases. it’s what he genuinely finds to be the most comfortable style for him as well. but if you’re fortunate enough to get a peak underneath the layers of baggy clothes? dear god nagi’s built like a fever dream. amen you’ll eat so good then he’s a whole ass feast.

i’m gonna brazenly speak my truth here so don’t come for me >:( but! from what you’d consider to be “a typical footballer’s physique”, purely from that perspective, nagi’s legs are… not that impressive. his stagnant motivation has much improved ever since he committed to making a career out of soccer, but that doesn’t mean his slacker tendencies haven’t followed suit. don’t get me wrong, he still puts his all into every game so his legs are still very much capable of making your mouth water, but you won’t catch him sprinting up and down the field at full speed if he can help it. packed with lean muscle, his thighs are thick, calves well-defined with a few bold veins thinly zigzagging down the taut skin like a lightning strike on the occasion you happen to catch him after a particularly gruelling conditioning session. but compared to some of his teammates whose legs seem to be carved from iron, he’s a bit.. overshadowed.

it’s a fairly similar story with his arms. (i promise i’m not just talking shit lol i could NEVER my poor meow meow it’s gonna get so hot in a second i swear just bear with me!!!) again, it’s most definitely a drool-worthy sight. the stretch of his arms is long and sinewy, rolling with a set of generous biceps that flutter under the gentle scrap of your fingerpads and nails when he (totally intentionally) flexes the swell of muscle there. in his profession, he mostly uses his arms for balance and to create distance between himself and his opponents. buried in his private nook back home, he has a tendency to hold his phone above his head while playing mobile games — that blissfully only rarely come crashing down on his face — but his unrivalled favourite will, of course, always be enveloping you in his arms <3

nagi’s not the most expressive person, but his subtle social cues become much easier to pick up on whenever he’s sleepy, which let’s be honest is almost always. he’s in dire need of a snuggle in those moments and not only loves, but craves being close to you physically, his face a canvas of huffy evidence of what a Big Deal this is to him if you learn to read the hidden hints (it’s a pursed, pouty frown nine times out of ten he ain’t slick lmfao). he kind of regards your presence as his “recharging station” what a cringe fail soggy loser man i adore him with my whole heart 🥹 his lanky limbs will snake around you with the security of a vine until you’re all cosy and wrapped up in each other, his hold bearing enough strength to not budge against any playful escape tactics you might attempt — at least not until he decides he’s had his fair share of quality snuggle time with you.

nagi’s a practical man, however — the world doesn’t call him a lazy genius for nothing. for these, albeit lovely, purposes, he determined there’s absolutely no need to overexert himself by lifting weights to buff up his arms. he can get by just fine! there are definitely more jacked arms out there i’m sorry :(

but here’s the kicker. nagi’s tall. you could even say he’s huge — he’d tower over most people if he actually straightened his posture for once. so his muscle mass kind of stretches out a bit… unevenly throughout his body. he does have muscle mass though, plenty of it, actually, and he needs only to do one tiny little thing to remind you of it: lift his shirt up.

it’s a subconscious, everyday thing for nagi to toy with the hem of his cotton tees. his fingers often grow restless if they’re just lying about, so playing with the material of his clothes is not only stupidly ready at hand but also helps to soothe the itch brimming along his fingers to do something with them. in the process, you’re rewarded with glimpses of his stomach often when he involuntarily ends up exposing the skin clinging to those hard planes. but what’s objectively worse for your sanity is when nagi comes trudging into the kitchen to ease his thirst. he never bothers with a glass from the cupboard, just swoops down to drink from the open tap, his adam’s apple bopping rhythmically as he swallows. there’s water coating his lips when he rises, a few droplets still running down his chin that he tugs on the ends of his t-shirt to lazily wipe away. it’s an innocent endeavour to him, but a sinful display for you, as it essentially shows off his entire, deliciously shaped midriff. nagi might slack off in other areas, but his core strength is insane. his torso is like a gift from the heavens, chiselled after the image of their gods and heroes. don’t even get me started on his abs.

because i cannot stress enough how perfect nagi’s abs are for grinding your sweet, drooling little cunny on :( the ridges of muscle packed together at his abdomen are firm, but twitch almost uncontrollably when you slowly drag your cunt up and down the sculpted slabs of his stomach that bump against your poor, swollen clit in a way that makes you delirious. your thighs bracket his waist as you move, his waist that is so trim and almost tiny compared to the broad stretch of his shoulders. you can feel the coarse, light hair of his happy trail graze against your bare ass, leading to his heavy, stirring cock still confined in his sweats for now as you continue to leisurely rut your pussy down his abs, leaving a slick mess behind. the hard cut of his v-line is so prominent a thin contour of shadow clings to the underside of it.

nagi wishes desperately that he could help you, that he could sink his fingers into the plush of your skin and push you down along his abdomen to accelerate your high, dictate a more intense pace for you by his hands and make you take it, but he’s too busy being a moaning, blubbering mess underneath you to take initiative. his large palm lies dormant at your waist, the other tangled in his snowy, sweaty bangs so he doesn’t miss even a blink of the intoxicating vision you present above him. he’s drunk on every salacious sound that comes tumbling from your lips, every wanton contortion of your gorgeous face as the lewd squelching of your pussy fills his ears. his defined chest is flushed red from arousal, shuddering with shaky exhales as he all but devours the sight of you — he thinks you using him for your own pleasure is so fucking hot.

if you want to turn him into an utter wreck, whining like a bitch in heat, please please play with his nipples :( paw at his pecs all needy first, ‘n don’t be afraid to grip the flesh with the blunt of your nails. he’ll mewl about it, but you only need to shush and praise him, tell him how good he looks like this for you and he’ll behave. pinch at the pretty pink of his pebbled nipples, gently circle his areola with your tongue, sucking on the bud and nagi will lose his mind, might even cum untouched :( but that’s okay because he’s so turned on his refractory period is barely an issue, he’ll sink into your tight, sloppy walls in one go and fuck you absolutely senseless on his cock. it’s all you can do to scramble for purchase with your trembling fingers, marking up the milky expanse of his broad back and mouthing at his collarbones to stifle your near pornographic keens and cries as he mercilessly splits you open.

in conclusion nagi seishiro is built like a wet dream and i want him carnally </3

#i rewrote this like three times so i’m just releasing it into wild now bc i’m sick of it lol!! i retain my right for this to be sucky hehe #haven’t written anything in a hot minute but if this causes at least one (1) person to short circuit my job here is done #nagi smut #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut #—bllk.thirsts!#—riv.fic!

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gay-dorito-dust · 9 months

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I heard you are looking for Barbie prompts👀👀

1. Ken learning to kiss (he's never done it before lol)

2. FtM reader struggling, Ken helps him realize he's just as much of a man as anyone else

3. Ken asking for advice on winning over Barbie, only to fall for reader

4. Ken revealing his struggle with toxic masculinity and his shame

God so many amazing prompts, I wish I could write them all but I don’t wanna bore anyone with how long of a fic that would be. So if anyone wants me to do the other prompts (1, 2, or 4) plz let me know.

Prompt 3: Ken asks for advice on how to win over Barbie, only to fall for reader in the process.

You cringed as another one of Ken’s failed attempts of impressing stereotypical Barbie. You had to applaud your friends’ tenacity because had it been you, you would’ve just given up in the moments where Ken had done nothing but persist in his pursuit of the beautiful blonde. You honestly didn’t a clue in whether or not it’ll do Ken any good in telling him that he would be better off in giving up, or it’ll just further persuade him into trying even harder in his efforts in a desperate form of hope that one day she’ll see him. Like actually see him.

Whatever the outcome, you knew that not matter what was being said by anyone, Ken was one to never know in when it’s okay to quit. His supposed advancements weren’t advancing anything in regards to his and Barrie’s relationship; they were still on square one in your humble opinion, as it was quite blatantly obvious that Ken needed Barbie like she was the oxygen he breaths but Barbie didn’t need Ken, she could very well breath happily without him.

Quickly seeing how you and Ken were the only ones left upon the peachy pink beach, you sighed as you made your way next to your blonde friend -who was very much in the literal sense lying face down within the sand- before sitting yourself down next to him with your knees propped up so that your arms may rest atop of them, followed softly after by your head feasting atop of your arms as you stared out beyond the horizon.

‘Well, that certainly went off without a hitch, didn’t it blondie.’ You said rhetorically whilst Ken groaned as he removed himself from the sand before practically slumping himself against your side.

‘First of all, my names Ken, not blondie, and secondly what is it that I’m doing wrong?’ Ken said, ‘I’d thought that she would totally be girlfriend/boyfriend with me by now but it seems that no matter how many times I’ve tried to make her see the man behind the tan, the more she doesn’t want me…what do I have to change about me to get her to admit that she likes me?’ He adds solemnly before looking over at you with a look of sheer desperation and hopelessness. ‘Tell me what it is that I have to change about myself in order to make Barbie see me.’ He asked of you, making you look his way as he grabbed your hands in his, almost like he was pleading to you to hear him. ‘Tell me what to change and I’ll do it, tell me what will make her see me as more Ken the boyfriend then Ken the friend.’

You stayed silent for awhile as you made the conscious choice to stare into his beautiful cerulean blue eyes that looked almost midnight blue with how they perfectly mimicked the starry sky above, or how they perfectly encapsulated the deepest depths of the very ocean he often -though not that often as he liked to claim- surfed. It was without saying that the Ken before you, your best friend Ken, was probably the most beautiful Ken you’ve ever come across, and while it’s not uncommon for friends to hype up the others beauty; there was obviously lines in the sand in regards to how far one can speak so highly of another’s appearance without it having somewhat romantic implications.

Upon realising how long you had been inside your own head, whilst externally just staring at him like a weirdo, you began to talk. ‘Here’s one thing you can stop doing and that’s going to extreme lengths to impress her.’ You told him, watching as his face slightly drop before feeling a panic consume you into continuing soliciting your advice, ‘I’m not saying you should cut it out all together but maybe tone it down a little, nobody here wants you to end up badly hurt yourself one day. Besides I think it’d be best if you just let her see the so called ‘man behind the tan.’ You added on as you pulled one hand of yours away from Ken’s hold in order to press it against his chest; more specifically where his heart lies. ‘Show Barbie the Ken that I know and love, the Ken who isn’t above helping others, the Ken who loves horses despite never having ridden one, the Ken who loves the beach, the Ken who loves his friends and will go above and beyond for them.’

You paused before trailing your hand upward so that it was now resting behind his neck, your thumb running across his skin in soothing patterns as you smiled at him, causing Ken to take a sharp inhale of breath. ‘You don’t have to change Ken, I don’t want my best friend to change for someone who won’t realise how lucky she is to have you in her life Ken.’ You utter softly before adding, ‘because I am and I prefer you the way you are right now, but I’m not the one your perusing and therefore I have no say in who you change for, just hope that you never do.’ You hauled yourself onto your feet before making your way off of the beach and back to your home, leaving Ken to stare after you in wonder and in awe.

‘Have I? Have I been going after the wrong person?’ Ken asked himself as thoughts of Barbie quickly became thoughts of you instead and the feeling that usually blossoms within him for Barbie, seemed to have only blossomed more then ever in regards of when it came to you. Naturally Ken was conflicted about the sudden change, wasn’t he suppose to be with Barbie? Then why did the notion of being your boyfriend felt more natural, more likeable then being Barbie’s boyfriend? He couldn’t understand how after perusing Barbie for as long as he has, his heart and mind have seemingly made peace with the fact that she wasn’t even at all interested in him, just as they were immediate in their change of trajectory and instead decided to set their sights on you after this particular night on the beach, and engaging within a conversation that relied on him to being open and honest about his feelings.

Ken just couldn’t understand why he felt so breathless when you smiled at him not too long ago, it felt as though you knocked the wind clear out of his lungs and he was still struggling on getting it back the more his mind stayed stuck on that particular moment. Ken was afraid to admit that he had fallen for someone new, but a small part of him was telling him that he had fallen for you way before the events that lead up to tonight’s conversation, telling him that it was no longer Barbie he was trying to impress but you.

#barbie #barbie imagine #barbie imagines #ken x you #ken x y/n #ken x reader #ken fic #ken fluff #Ken imagines #Ken imagine

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nochukoo97 · 8 months

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muse; chapter one

pairing: biker!jungkook x pianist!reader

summary: the first time jungkook meets you, the prelude to his interest in you; you take notice to jungkook’s significant presence, he’s in your mind as you play your étude

word count: 2k+

masterlist!

prelude;

You’re trudging down a dark alley at 11pm at night. Normally you would never let yourself walk through this alley when it turned dark, but your teacher just had to hold you back for another two hours to perfect your recital piece.

You could walk the safer route, one that was closer to shops that opened for 24 hours, where there was light and a few wandering souls. But it would have taken you a good half an hour longer to walk that route, you weighed your options and decided that making a run through this alley was a better choice.

How wrong were you for thinking that.

Now you find yourself cowering under the tall stance of a man, his cigarette smoke blowing onto your face as you cringe at the smell.

“So, what brings a pretty lady here tonight? Are you looking to get kidnapped?” The man above you chuckles, looking back at who you presume are his friends. They only look at him as if what he was doing was normal, as if they were used to him always doing this.

You’re clutching on tightly to your binder of sheet music, the only other thing you had brought with you besides your phone.

“No, I just wanna go home,” You pick up the courage to spit back at the man, not wanting to let yourself simply give up and fall under his control.

“Damn, we’ve got a spiteful one today,” He laughs, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Don’t need to act so tough baby, you won’t stand a chance fighting against me,” He leans down, whispering into your ear as you feel his hot breath blow onto your neck. You want to die.

As he leans down, you get a better view of his friends, making eye contact with a man, piercings clad his eyebrow and lip, his short sleeved shirt revealing a tattoo sleeve.

He looks at you as if impressed, an amused smile on his face as he nudges his friend to look your way.

You decide it's the perfect time to jerk your knee upwards, causing the man leaning on you to groan, stuttering back as he clutches his crotch.

You don’t take notice of a loose sheet music that falls out of your binder.

“Hah, Minjae, looks like you got a tough one today,” The tattooed man’s friend laughed at him, as Minjae, now you know his name, scowled at the guy.

There’s five people standing against the wall, most of them have a cigarette in their hands, you notice.

Minjae slowly gets back on his feet, and you decide it's time for you to make a run.

You’re sprinting off before anyone can catch you again.

“Hey! Come back!” You can hear his voice echo through the alley, but you’re far too quick to let the man catch you.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, watching Minjae groan as he fails to catch you.

“Jeon, taking an interest in her?” Taehyung nudged the man, who brushed him off.

But he wasn’t wrong, Jungkook did find you amusing.

“I’m gonna go back,” He grumbles, stomping on the cigarette to put it out. “Got to go to work early tomorrow,”

“Or you just want to see that girl, you never leave later than 12am, Jeon,” Jimin calls him out.

Jungkook only sends him a warning glare before he gets on his motorcycle.

There’s a white piece of paper that stands out from the dark concrete of the road, he picks it up.

Prelude in C minor.

etude;

Maybe you should have learnt your lesson the first time you ran through this alley. But it was in the middle of the night again, you didn’t want to go home any later than it already was.

Maybe you were also curious to see if the tattooed man would be there.

But instead you find yourself being dragged into the corner right before the entrance of the alley, you scream in shock at the sudden pull.

There’s a hand pressed over your mouth, muffling your scream.

Great, you’re getting kidnapped today, how smart of you to try to walk down this very alley yet again.

“Keep quiet if you don’t want to get caught by him again,” There’s a deep voice next to your ear, it’s different from Minjae’s voice. You don’t recognise it, but you can’t turn around to see who it is, the arm wrapped around you restricting your movements.

You take notice of your surroundings, you can see the entrance to the alley you were meant to go through. Who the hell stopped you?

You look down, the hand over your mouth following the tilt of your head. Tattoos? The arm around you has a full sleeve of tattoos, there’s an orange flower that stands out to you.

Tattoos, Shit. It can’t be him right? He was Minjae’s friend, why would he prevent his friend from preying on you if it seemed so normal to the rest of his friends.

But you were proven wrong when you managed to turn around, the familiar face that stood out to you that day, his lip piercing reflects the street light next to you.

His eyes stare down at you, scanning your face.

“Why are you- Why did you do that?” You have a million questions to ask the man before you, you don’t know which to start with.

“What do you mean why? Then am I supposed to watch you possibly get harassed by that dick?” He scoffs, why were you being ungrateful when he practically saved you from trauma?

Jungkook’s amused you didn’t even thank him immediately. Normally he wouldn’t even bother giving the girls Minjae creeps on a glance.

But maybe because this time it wasn’t anybody else, it was you.

Maybe he was interested in how you fought back Minjae instead of cowering under his stance, like what everyone else was.

He noticed you because you stood up for yourself, it seemed as though you were almost fearless.

“Aren’t you his wingman or something? You’re meant to side with him,” You frown at him, he lets his arm around you slack next to his body.

“Don’t ever say that again, I fucking hate that dude, I’m only hanging around him because he helps me pay my rent,” Jungkook sighs, he reaches into his pocket to light a cigarette.

When the smell of the smoke reaches you, you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

Jungkook notices your expression, waving his hands to dissipate the smoke in the air.

“Why do you smoke, you’re killing your lungs slowly,” You frown at him, he lifts the cigarette near his mouth to take another drag but pauses when he hears you.

“So concerned for me?” He smiles at you teasingly, as your eyes widen,

“What? No, I just, It’s just a fact!” You’re stuttering out a response, can’t even keep composed under his gaze.

“M’kay,” The man in front of you muses, he drops the cigarette to the ground and stomps on it with his boots.

There’s a moment of silence, before he speaks up again, “Why did you even think about running through there again?”

He’s right, it’s because you’re so desperate to get home quickly you would risk getting kidnapped rather than walk a little more.

“It’s just a faster route to my apartment, there isn’t any bus service near here so I can’t take a bus either, the other way to walk is a whole thirty minutes more, and I don’t want to waste my time,” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt, the weight of your bag becoming evident, as your shoulders slightly ache.

“Think smarter, risk your life or walk an extra half an hour,” He nudges your forehead lightly with his finger, tutting at you as you stumble back a little at the light touch.

“Don’t scold me,” Jungkook watches you pout at him, he chuckles to himself and reaches his hand out to ruffle your hair.

You’re pretty cute for someone who had been so fiesty before, Jungkook likes this side of you.

Shit. Your ears become warm at his touch, they’re red by now for sure.

“Can’t promise you I won’t run through that alley again though, sometimes time is crucial too you know?” You laugh in response, as he raises his eyebrow.

“And a little bit of thrill and adrenaline to end my day isn’t too bad,” You add, laughing to yourself as you kick the rock next to your shoe.

“Oh? So you’re depending on me to come and protect you every time you do so huh?”

“Maybe?” You smile sheepishly up at him, he only shakes his head and smiles back in response.

“Have you seen Jeon? Where the fuck is he?” There’s a loud voice that echoes from the alley, you can’t make out who it is from how dark it was, but it seems as if the man before you knew who it was.

“Fuck, we gotta go, follow me,” He grabs your hand before you can protest, you feel his calloused yet warm hand envelope yours, his rings make contact with your hands, the coldness contrasting to his touch.

You could get used to this.

After turning the corner, Jungkook rushes over to the black motorcycle parked against the wall.

“What! I am not going on that,” You cross you arms as you stare at the Harley Davidson in front of you.

“Come on, if Minjae comes out and sees me with you he will quite literally chop my fucking head off, maybe yours too,”

Your eyes widen at his words, you want to live to see tomorrow.

So you comply with the man, whose name you don’t even know yet, but he slots his helmet over your head, it’s a little big and makes your head bobble when he lets go.

“Sorry if it’s a little heavy and big for you, I don’t carry a spare helmet with me,” He explains, head tilting slightly to clip the helmet.

“It’s fine, but what about you?”

“I’m okay, you’re precious cargo so I need to make sure you have proper protection,” He smiles, patting the top of the helmet as you choke on your spit, flustered by his words.

“Type in your address on my phone,”

He hands you his phone, you notice the edge of the screen slightly cracked, before quickly typing in your address and handing it back to him.

“Hold on to me tight, if you don’t wanna fall off,” He shouts over the loud sound that blasts when he starts the engine, you nod and obediently wrap your arms tighter around him.

“Thanks for sending me home and saving me,” You hand him his helmet back as he smiles sweetly at you. Your stomach feels funny.

“No problem, I’ll keep a lookout for when you decide to make a run again,” He laughs, making you roll your eyes at his words.

It’s silent for a while again as you both look at each other.

“Jungkook,” He stretches out his hand

“Huh?”

“I’m Jungkook, thought you should know my name if we were going to see each other often,”

You shake his hand, giggling a little by the awkward gesture

“I’m ___,”

“Pretty name,” He muses, now he has a clear view of your extremely red face as you chuckle nervously.

“I’ll go back into my apartment and you should probably go back to your friends before they come here and find you, goodnight Jungkook, see you soon?”

He nods back at you, “See you around,”

You shut the door, after entering your apartment, immediately settling in front of your piano, telling yourself you’d play this one piece and quickly go to bed.

Étude Op.25, No. 4

You can’t help but reminisce what had just happened, it feels as if his hand was over your mouth again, his arm was around you. You felt safe in his embrace, you wanted to run through that same alley a million times to meet him a million times more.

Jungkook was your muse, your drive to play this piece, Étude.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios #jungkook angst #jungkook x you

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allthingseddie · 10 months

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I Wanna Be Yours - Part Three

Part One Here Part Two Here

Note: I just want to thank everyone that’s read the first two parts of this for all of the love you have left it means so much. I am wanting to do use this part as the final part of the ‘main’ series as this is what I intended. I do, however have some ideas for a few small fics with the same characters that I will post separately, but if you would like to continue being on the taglist for those, let me know! Thank you so much again for your support! :)

It was Thursday morning and you had already left for work and Eddie was trying to get Halle ready for the day and failing miserably. She was usually a well tempered child, but she had woken up in a terrible mood. Eddie was desperately trying to get her to eat breakfast but she was crying instead.

“Halle, baby, please eat. Please. Do you want something else? I’ll make you something else,” Eddie pleaded with his daughter.

“No. I don’t. Want it!” Halle cried and crossed her arms over her chest. Her face was red and stained with tears and her nose was starting to run. This had been going on for the last 15 minutes. He had made her oatmeal and she was acting like he committed a terrible crime against humanity.

“Do you want pancakes? Cereal? Eggs?,” The more Eddie questioned her, the louder her cries got. She gets off the chair throws herself on the ground, knees hitting the floor first. She continued to cry and Eddie lets out a sigh of frustration. She didn’t get like this very often but when she did, she wouldn’t communicate with him to save her life. There was always a reason for the tantrums but getting it out of her was like pulling teeth. The tantrum went on for what felt like hours, when in reality it had only been a total of 45 minutes. Halle was now laying on the floor on her stomach, looking at her dad. Her breathing was finally starting to slow and she was calming down.

“I want Y/N,” Halle says softly. Eddie gets on the floor beside Halle and gently strokes her back.

“Baby, she’s at work. You’ll get to see her tonight when she picks you up from Mrs. Wheeler’s house,” Eddie says. This was not the answer she wanted and loud cries returned as she starts kicking her feet on the floor. Eddie glanced up at the clock and realized that he really should have been getting ready for work by now. He had spent a good part of his morning trying to calm his toddler and he was in the same boat he was in earlier. He sighs and knows he can’t take her to Karen Wheeler’s house like this. He gets up and calls into work, something he rarely does, all while his daughter screams in the background. He cringed the whole time, wondering if his boss was going to think he was a terrible parent. Without realizing what he’s doing after hanging up with his boss, he’s calling the bank and asking for you.

“Eds? What’s wrong?,” You ask over the phone as you hear Halle crying in the background.

“Halle’s freaking out. She’s throwing a terrible tantrum and all that’s she said to me in the past hour is that she doesn’t want to eat and that she wants you. I even called off work because I can’t get her to calm down.” Eddie responds, rubbing his hand over his face. You can tell how frustrated he is even through the phone and you want to give him a hug and tell him it’ll be alright.

“You know what, I can go to lunch early today. Bring her by the bank,” You say in response.

“Are you sure? It’s a bad one,” Eddie says.

“Yeah Eds I’m sure it’ll be okay,” You say.

“Thank you sweetheart, I’ll see you soon,” Eddie says and gets off the phone with you. At these words, Halle looks up at him knowing there’s only 1 person he ever calls sweetheart. She’s still crying but stops her movements.

“Do you want to go see Y/N?,” He asks looking down at Halle. Her breathing starts to slow again and she nods her head yes. ,”Okay well you have to get cleaned up first. You’re looking awfully snotty”

Halle slowly gets up off the floor and does a walk of shame to Eddie’s bedroom. She sits on her bed and lets him get her changed. She sits on the floor of the kitchen afterwards while Eddie packs whatever food he can quickly into her lunchbox. He picks Halle up and loads her into the car and makes his way to the bank to see you. Once he gets there, he walks in the building holding Halle’s hand. Her face was still red and splotchy from her tantrum but she had finally calmed down. You come out from behind the counter and she runs to you. You pick her up and she starts softly crying again in your arms.

“Hey, its okay sweet girl,” You say as you rub her back gently. Eddie motions for you to follow him out to his car, not wanting to risk Halle throwing another tantrum at your place of work. He opens the passenger side door for you and you sit down with Halle in your arms. Once you sit down, you gently lift her body off of her chest so you can see her face.

“Okay, deeps breaths princess,” You say as you demonstrate how to settle her breathing. She follows your actions and finally calms down a little bit more. ,” What’s wrong baby?”

“You didn’t like me anymore, when I was as-sleep,” She says and lays her head back on your chest.

“What do you mean baby?,” You ask her.

“You left our house and didn’t come back and I missed you,” She responds. You realize that she had a bad dream and your rest your head on top of hers.

“Oh sweet girl, I would never leave you. I love you too much,” You respond and stroke her back again.

“Promise?,” She asks quietly looking up at you. You start to tear up a little bit just thinking about the fact that she was so upset over the idea of you leaving.

“I promise baby, I’m not going anywhere. I will love you for the rest of my life,” You say kissing her forehead. She lays her head on your chest again and you look over at Eddie. He’s staring at you with a look of appreciation and you give him a small smile.

“Are you hungry baby?,” You ask her and feel her nod her head yes. Eddie pulls out the lunchbox he threw a bunch of food into and starts sorting through everything. He hands Halle a peanut butter and jelly sandwich first and she starts eating it and he gives a sigh of relief.

“Thank you for eating baby,” He says leaning over and kissing her forehead. Eddie gets back into the lunchbox and pulls out 2 more peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and hands you one ,”It’s not gourmet but it’s made with love and panic.” You chuckle and take the sandwich from him and start to eat it.

“It’s damn good,” You say and smirk at him.

“Damn good,” Halle mimics.

“Hals that’s a grown up word you can’t say it yet,” Eddie says to her and you try not to laugh.

“Fine,” She says and rolls her eyes at her dad and continues eating her sandwich.

“Jesus Christ she does not like me today,” Eddie says somewhat playfully but you know his feelings are hurt.

“Are you kidding? She loves you. You love your daddy don’t you baby?,” You ask her.

“Yeah daddy I love you, but you always tell me I can’t say stuff,” Halle says.

“That’s because you say grown up words you’re not supposed to say,” Eddie says and you chuckle.

“You’re arguing with yourself Eds, you realize that right? She’s just a smaller, girl version of you” You say to him amused.

“Yeah the universe wanted to really show me what my family put up with,” He says and chuckles. You ate a lunch of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a banana and chips and it was just about time for you to get back to work. Halle was in a much better mood now but both you and Eddie were scared to tell her that you had to go back to work.

“My lunch is almost over baby, so I have to go back to work. You’re gonna go home with daddy and I’ll see you as soon as I get off okay?,” You ask her.

“But I want you to play with me,” Halle says jutting out her bottom lip in a pout and staring up at you.

“You know what, I bet daddy will let you play with his hair if you go home with him right now. He will let you brush it and braid it and everything,” You say to her and she looks over at her dad excitedly. You can feel his annoyance behind the smile he’s giving his daughter and you look at him smugly while she doesn’t see.

“Anything for you princess,” He says and Halle laughs in excitement and climbs on her dads lap.

“Alright I gotta go. I love you sweet girl and I’ll see you later okay?,” You say. She gives you a sticky kiss and tells you she loves you back and you head back into work.

“He’s cute,” You coworker Ashley teases you as you enter the building, suspecting that you have a bit of a crush on Eddie and you blush slightly.

“He’s single,” You respond trying to play it off to her.

“Uh huh, sure,” Ashley says and walks away chuckling. You make it through the rest of your work day and head home. Once you open the door, you are greeted with a very frizzy-haired Eddie who had rainbow hair ties and clips all throughout his hair. You laugh as he looks up at you from the ground and you can tell he’s never going to let you live this suggestion down.

“Well don’t you look beautiful,” You say laughing at him. He holds his ring, middle and first finger up at you, silently saying ‘read between the lines’ and you laugh again.

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After work on Friday, you stop by the Wheeler’s house to pick up Halle and take her home. You sing Hey Jude by The Beetles together on the way home and Halle is singing her heart out. Once you get home, you make some spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. You can Halle sit down and eat it together and she tells you about her day at the Wheelers house. After dinner, you give her a bath and get her ready for bed. You get her tucked into her bed and cuddle with her for a little bit before she falls asleep. You read her her favorite story book and she falls asleep quickly. Once she’s asleep, you get settled into the couch and decided to watch a movie until Eddie gets home. You are watching a horror movie on low volume when the phone rings and you get up to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey sweetheart its me. I just wanted to let you know that my car took a shit on me at work. My buddy gets off in an hour so he’s gonna drop me off on his way home so I’ll be home late. Didn’t want to worry you,” Eddie says over the phone.

“Eds, you can’t stay at work for another hour waiting for someone to bring you home. I can come get you,” You respond.

“You really don’t have to do that sweetheart. I know Halle is probably asleep and I don’t want all your hard work putting her to bed go to waste, and you have to work in the morning”

“Eds, I am not letting you stay there that late waiting for a ride. I will put Halle to bed again if I have to, I’m coming to get you,” You say. You hear him sigh over the phone.

“Yeah okay, thank you. I’ll see you soon,” He says. You carefully pick Halle up out of bed and make your way to your car. You get her buckled into her car seat and make your way to the plant. When you pull up, Eddie is standing out front smoking a cigarette with a few others guys. You park in front of him and get out of the car.

“Thank you for coming out here sweetheart I really appreciate it,” He says and blows smoke away from you.

“I had ulterior motives, I left my good sunglasses in your car. Keys please,” You say holding out your hand to take his keys from him. He watches as you walk over to his car in the parking lot and lean over to get your sunglasses.

“Damn, Munson, where have you been hiding that one at?,” Andy asks putting out his cigarette and coming to stand side by side with Eddie. Eddie turns to him and sees him looking at your ass.

“Away from you assholes that’s for sure,” He says and puts out his own cigarette.

“You bangin her?,” Jake asks from behind them.

“No, for your information, I am not ‘banging’ her. She’s my best friend and we live together,” Eddie says.

“You not like chicks?,” Andy asks him jokingly. He rolls his eyes as his coworkers words.

“Isn’t your smoke break over?,” Eddie asks them without looking at them.

“Okay, fine we’re going. If you don’t make a move on her, give her my number will you?,” Andy asks.

“In your dreams,” Eddie responds.

You come back from his car and hand his keys over to him.

“You ready to go?,” You ask him and he nods his head yes as he gets in the passenger seat of your car. You get behind the wheel and Eddie flips off his coworkers as you pull the car away from the building. You finally arrive at home and Eddie carries Halle back inside. She only stirs as her lays her down in her bed.

“Daddy?,” She asks.

“Hey princess, sorry we woke you up. Daddy’s car broke at work and Y/N had to come pick me up,” Eddie says and strokes her hair.

“I want to cuddle,” Halle responds and reaches out her arms to him. He would be sad when the day his daughter would stop asking him for cuddles would end. He knew she would eventually find it annoying. Eddie brings her over to his bed and cuddles with her as you start to leave the room.

“I want Y/N, too.” Halle says. You turn around and look at Eddie and Halle.

“The child wants what the child wants, c’mon,” Eddie says and makes room on the other side of Halle for you to lay down. It wasn’t the first time you had ever layed in Eddie’s bed. You used to hang out in his room all the time when you were teenagers and vice versa and this wasn’t the first time Halle had wanted to cuddle with both of you, but it still made butterflies erupt in your stomach as you layed on the opposite side of the girl and wrap your arm around her, leading yours and Eddie’s arms to be overlapped. Without meaning to, you fall asleep in his bed with him and Halle both. When you wake up the next morning, Halle is already awake and out of bed and you realize just how close you are to Eddie’s body. Your face is just a few inches away from his and his arm is partially around your torso. Your face flushes and you carefully get out of the bed and make your way to your own room to start getting ready for work.

You shower and get ready for work and head out the door after pouring yourself a travel mug of coffee. Thankfully its a Saturday so the bank closes at noon, meaning you only have to work for about 4 hours. Throughout you work day, you keep thinking about how you woke up this morning basically wrapped in Eddie’s arms since Halle had decided to leave. Before you left the apartment, you told her to go lay back down and put on cartoons in Eddie’s room so she would stay in there with him until he woke up. You didn’t know if she saw you and Eddie in the position you were in once she left bed this morning and the thought made your face flush again. Your work day goes by pretty fast and it’s finally time for you to close. You head out to your car after work and wish your coworkers a good weekend before heading home.

Once you arrive home and walk in the door, you notice that it is not nearly as loud as you expected it to be.

“Hello?,” You call out.

“In here sweetheart,” You hear Eddie call and enter his bedroom where he’s playing his acoustic guitar. You lean against the doorframe. ,”How was work?”

“Not too bad actually. It went by pretty quick. Where’s Halle?,” You ask him.

“She literally begged me to stay the night at Waynes tonight so I dropped her off over there a little bit ago,” Eddie says looking up at you.

“Sweet girl. I was hoping to see her,” You say. Eddie loves how much you love her.

“Hey, at least you get to hang out with your second favorite person tonight,” He says and smiles.

“Robin’s coming over?,” You tease him.

“Oh hardy har,” He says rolls his eyes and you chuckle.

“We haven’t gotten to hang out on a Saturday without Halle, well, since Halle was born,” You say and laugh.

“I know, its gonna be weird. It’ll be just like old times,” Eddie says.

“Does that mean horror movies and pizza night?,” You ask him excitedly.

“Uh duh, I was thinking maybe a little bit of beer too if you’re down,” He says.

“That sounds awesome. I’m gonna go change into comfy clothes and start picking out movies to watch,” You say and leave the room. He smiles to himself as you leave. You go to your room and change into some sweatpants, an oversized band shirt and some fuzzy socks and then make your way to the living room. Eddie runs to the store to pick up some beer and the pizza when it is ready. You pick out all of your favorite horror movies and put one on when Eddie gets back. You take a slice of pizza out of the box and a can of beer and start eating your dinner.

“Mmmm nutrients,” You say as you take a big bite of pizza and chase it down with a swig of beer.

“I don’t think this dinner is very nutritious,” Eddie says and chuckles, taking his own bite of pizza.

“Just let me have my moment,” You laugh back and continue eating your pizza. You’re both sprawled out over the couch eating together. You and Eddie were currently watching Christine and you were loving every minute of it.

“Do you remember Ashley I told you about at work?,” You ask Eddie. You always tell him all of your work gossip.

“The blonde with glasses?,” Eddie asks and you nod your head.

“Yeah, she called you cute on Thursday when you stopped by the bank,” You say not making eye contact with him.

“That honestly shocks me, I figured she would be into the jock type, not a metal head. ,” Eddie says and chuckles.

“I think its the whole dad thing honestly. When you’re good with kids, girls find that shit really attractive,” You say, still watching the tv screen.

“Huh I never thought about that,” Eddie says pondering the thought a little bit and laughs again.

“Don’t go getting a big head there Munson,” You tease him.

“Never,” He says back and smiles at you. After Christine is over, you put on A Nightmare on Elm Street.

“Now that is one attractive man,” You say as Johnny Depp comes on screen.

“I guess someone else is into the Jock type,” Eddie says and chuckles, but his heart secretly plummets.

“Only when its Johnny Depp, no other jocks are attractive to me,” You respond.

“Hmm, what is your type then? I’ve never seen any of the guys you’ve dated,” Eddie says and chuckles.

“Um, I don’t really know,” You say and blush slightly. You couldn’t tell him your type without describing him and you really didn’t have the balls to do that.

“Hey change of topic, there was a promotion at the bank for a better rate on a savings account and I hope you’re okay with it, I opened one for Halle. I guess I should have talked to you about it first, but I just wanted to grab it while it was still there,” You say looking at him.

“Sweetheart you did not have to do that at all,” He says looking at you lovingly.

“I know, I wanted to though. A small little portion of my paycheck will go in there each time I get paid. I figured she could use it to help buy her first car, or if she wants to go to college she can use it for that,” You say to him, not wanting to overstep your bounds more than you probably already have. Eddie just continues looking at you and you didn’t realize how close you were before. He is slowly leaning in towards you when there’s a knock at the door and you jump. You make your way over the the door so he doesn’t see the blush across your cheeks. You answer it and are in complete shock when you see Jules standing on the other side.

“What are you doing here,” Eddie asks her suddenly.

“Wow that’s a great way to greet the mother of your child, how about how are you Jules?,” She says as she steps into the apartment. You look awkwardly between Eddie and Jules for a moment.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” You say as you make your way to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you but you can’t help but be curious as to what Jules is doing here after years of not being in Halle’s life.

“What do you want Jules?,” Eddie asks.

“I came here to see you and Halle,” Jules says.

“You haven’t seen Halle in 3 years,” Eddie responds harshly.

“Okay, well I’m here now.”

“You don’t get to just pick and choose when you want to be a part of Halle’s life.”

“Listen Eddie, I couldn’t do the baby shit. They’re so needy. They have to be on your boob like 24/7 when they’re that young.”

“So you think the hard parts over and you can just come back now? Because I can guarantee you the hard part is not over.”

“It’s gotta be easier when they can walk and talk and not shit all over you.”

“She doesn’t even know who you are Jules. She does not consider you her mother.”

“Well she can get to know me.”

“No. You walked out on us. I was willing to try to make a relationship work with you and raise her together but you didn’t want that.”

“Oh don’t give me that shit. You didn’t want that either, not when Y/N is constantly around.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Everyone knows that you’re in love with her Eddie! It never would have worked out between us!”

“Well you could of at least stuck around and been a part of her life this whole time instead of leaving altogether!”

“I’m here now! We can try to make it work! I can move in here! I can be a stay at home mom and get to know our daughter! You can kick surrogate mommy in there out and let me be the mother our daughter really needs! She will never be her mom no matter how badly that pathetic loser wants it!”

Eddie’s blood was boiling now and he couldn’t contain the volume on his voice anymore. He had already been slightly raising it but he couldn’t help it anymore, not when she just insulted the love of his life like that.

“Y/N IS WAY MORE OF A MOTHER TO HALLE THAN YOU WILL EVER BE! WHERE WERE YOU WHEN SHE HAD CHRONIC EAR INFECTIONS FOR MONTHS STRAIGHT AND WANTED TO BE HELD CONSTANTLY? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN SHE TOOK HER FIRST STEPS? WHEN SHE SAID HER FIRST WORDS? YOU KNOW WHO WAS THERE? Y/N! AS FAR AS I OR ANYONE ELSE IS CONCERNED, SHE IS HER MOTHER. FUCK! HALLE EVEN ASKED IF SHE WAS HER MOTHER RECENTLY! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HER FAVORITE COLOR, HER FAVORITE MOVIE, HELL DO YOU EVEN KNOW HER BIRTHDAY?”

Jules was starting at Eddie with anger on her face and she couldn’t hold back anymore either.

“FINE! LIVE A HAPPY FUCKING LIFE WITH THAT LOSER IN THERE! I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE SO IN LOVE WITH HER ANYWAYS. ITS NOT LIKE SHE HAS THAT MUCH TO OFFER!”

“SHE’S A GREAT FUCKING PERSON! SHE’S THE BEST PERSON I HAVE EVER MET BESIDES HALLE. SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT HALLE AND SHES MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND. I LOVE HER BECAUSE SHES PERFECT! YOU WILL NEVER BE HALLE’S MOTHER AS LONG AS Y/N IS AROUND! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!,” Eddie screams. Jules scoffs and then walks out of the apartment. Eddie sits back on the couch and leans back with his head on the back of the couch.

You slowly make your way out of your room after giving Eddie a little time to calm down. You know he just went through something extremely stressful but your heart can’t help but soar at the fact that he said he loved you. He loved you. You loved him and he loved you. If it wasn’t for Jules being an absolute bitch you wouldn’t have thought this was real life. You make it to the living room and look at Eddie sitting on the couch.

“Eds, are you okay?,” You ask softly.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry about that,” He says and looks at you.

“No it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize,” You say. You sit down beside him and turn your body towards him and place a hand gently on his arm.

“Are you alright?,” You ask again.

“Honestly, there was a lot of things I said that I’ve been meaning to get off of my chest and it does feel really good,” He says and chuckles looking at you.

“It was nice to hear you put her in her place honestly,” You say and chuckle back.

“Oh fuck, you could hear us?,” Eddie says, his face suddenly turning a bright shade of red.

“Uh, yeah,” You say looking down at your hands awkwardly and slightly blushing yourself ,”You were yelling a little bit.”

“I never wanted you to find out that way. I’m sorry. I know you heard how I felt about you. If you’re uncomfortable with any of it we can just pretend like it never happened,” Eddie rambles.

“Eds, I don’t want to forget it. Those were the sweetest words anyone has ever said about me,” You say, finally meeting his eyes with yours again.

“I meant all of them. I think you’re perfect Y/N. I see you as Halle’s mother and I,… I love you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way,” Eddie says and blushes again. You smile at him and instead of responding you bring your lips to his. It felt better than you could have ever imagined. His lips were so soft and fit yours perfectly, like they were made for each other. He is startled at first by the kiss, but then he puts his hands on each side of your face and kisses you back.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years,” You say and giggle as you pull away from the kiss.

“Are you serious?,” Eddie asks you.

“Yeah. Actually the day you told me Jules was pregnant, I came over to your place to tell you that I was in love with you,” You confess and your face turns a shade of crimson again.

“I could have been kissing you this whole fucking time?,” Eddie says flabbergasted and you giggle.

“Well I didn’t know how you felt about me!,” You respond.

“Man, I’ve been in love with you since our senior year together,” He says.

“Something was in the air that year because that’s the year I realized I fell in love with you, too,” You reply.

“I can’t believe this. This better be fucking real,” Eddie says and kisses you again and you laugh into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. Once you both pull away from each other, you hug him tightly and lay your head on his chest.

“I’m so happy right now Eds,” You say.

“I am too sweetheart. I can’t wait to tell Halle. She really is going to think you’re her mom,” Eddie says and chuckles.

“I don’t mind that at all,” You say and smile at the thought.

“Neither do I,” Eddie says and kisses the top of your head. Your could not have wished for your life to turn out any other way.

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Honestly I think hsmtmts s1 started with very typical idea of Ricky and nini being the boy/girl next door, Childhood friends that date kind of thing. With Gina and ej being the mean, scheming counterparts. It was so obvious from the posters and their costumes. But I guess none of the writers anticipated what a force sofia Wylie would turn out to be. She has a presence that just demands attention. She's the best actress of them all, best Dancer and her chemistry with Joshua is on another level. Plus the character of Gina turned out to have fascinating layers. All this combination outshined nini. Nini and Ricky were originally supposed to be main characters and though Ricky stayed a main character throughout the show, nini, never felt like a main character to me, even in season 1. She was sweet and good and had a straightforward arc that wasn't nearly as interesting as other characters. Plus she had no flaws. Ricky had issues, he had flaws that made him interesting. Same with Gina and ej.

And I feel the same with rini. They were sweet but kinda bland. Portwell were much better, interesting and deserved better treatment from the writers. And rina is rina. Sizzling chemistry. Best ship.

This is no hate to olivia, my problem is with nini. Honestly I completely forgot she was part of this show in season 3 until she showed up in last episode.

I had this in my drafts and I remember responding to it but forgot to post it.

I think the show marketed themselves as very typical Disney in the way that you could kind of tell what narrative archetypes the original core 4 were supposed to be, especially if you relate it to the movies. Nini as the girl next door with so much talent but didn’t believe in herself until she’s suddenly the star of the show. Very girl underdog narrative. Ricky as being her first love and the cute dorky guy that doesn’t put effort but somehow is magically talented, plus the network promoted them as their “Troy and Gabriella” so the audience was supposed to believe they were their rightful successors. Even some of the posters promised that “love triangle” between EJ/Nini/Ricky as a relevant plot and we know that wasn’t the case. And just by the posters and trailer you could’ve guessed Gina and EJ were the “antagonists”. But as I said, it was a marketing tactic because tropes and love triangles sell, and I was also a bit too skeptical but ended up genuinely surprised.

I definitely agree Ricky and Nini’s romance was very bland and I was not rooting for them at all even on Season 1. I found them so cringy, very Disney cooking cutter and they were clearly not right for each other. I was attracted to Gina’s arc from the start so imagine my surprise when she went the opposite direction of what she was marketed as and then developed a way more interesting character arc. However, I do think the show failed Nini because she could’ve been more interesting. I liked her but I agree her arc was too straightforward and a bit too boring at times only saved by Olivia’s voice but there’s a lot of people that still don’t get her arc at all, which is why they still ship her with Ricky even if it was literally against Nini’s character growth.

Funny enough, when I watched 105 I ended up feeling like Ricky and Gina had so much potential and their chemistry was interesting but I wasn’t sure if the show was going to follow that up because it wasn’t very Disney like. Very rare do Disney shows follow the second lead romance pipeline. And I am so glad I was wrong because Ricky and Gina elevated the show by having them develop a very tension filled arc and it did felt very much 00’s coded so I ended Season 1 feeling like they had to go there at one point because it would be a wasted potential. By Season 2, I was sure they were endgame. No questions or doubts. The narrative made it very known and I never doubted that for a moment.

So, PW was just as bland to me, the narrative was forcing them badly with obvious and cringe dialogue. It lacked subtlety, it was very much in your face. As if they wanted you to ship them so hard and were overdoing it. But not even in a good way – there was not care or thought put into their scenes. The music, the implications. It was not done in a way that screamed endgame. And them also being a thing when Ricky and Gina were not speaking was a plot device to keep the endgame in the won’t they/will they situation-ship. I still believe it was a mistake to put them together because it was clear it wasn't going to last and their dynamic worked best as platonic. EJ worked better when he wasn’t put into a situation to be Gina’s plot device. PW was a mid-game ship and was treated as such. The narrative wasn’t hiding it. It was there for Gina to experience her first relationship before she gets with Ricky since their build in narrative has always been about second chances, the right timing and opportunities. I think they deserved a better closure on Season 3, but I am glad they eventually got it on Season 4. However, they were always meant to be a plot device and I didn’t expect anything else from it. The people convinced they were endgame clearly didn't want to see the show for what it was saying.

Rina just had the it factor to me. It was very reminiscent of the old ships in which their story line wasn’t too straightforward and it was told by the parallels and foreshadowing which is a huge factor as to why Ricky and Gina had such compelling arcs individually and together. Ricky being the stability Gina needs and Gina being the person that pushes Ricky forward by taking him out of his comfort zone. They give each other what the other needs and wants. That’s what their storyline has been about since Season 1 and nothing compares to their chemistry. It was undeniable since the start even when some people wanted to deny it.

#i know this is such an old ask #but better late than never #hsmtmts #hsmtmts season 4 #gina porter #rina #ricky bowen #hsmtmts rina #ricky x gina #asks

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moonlitluka · 1 year

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GRAB MY HAND pt 1

Y/N takes Anika’s place in the apartment attack (also Tara’s spot in the core four) | Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader | fluff

I was standing in the kitchen watching as Chad stirred our dinner. He would occasionally look at me as if he was waiting for me to say something.

“I think you should get out of the city,” I burst out “just you know considering what happened to you last time…I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave.”

He dropped the spoon and turned to face me. “That’s very thoughtful of you but I’m not going anywhere.” He said giving me a slight smile. I hesitantly returned the gesture.

I don’t want him to go but it’s not safe for him to stay. As much as I would miss him it wouldn’t be forever just until Ghostface was caught. I was willing to sacrifice however much time it took if it meant he would be safe.

My thoughts were interrupted by fake gagging in the next room. “Ugh will you two just make out already?” Mindy said setting the table. “That is so inappropriate.” Chad replied. “Whatever.” Mindy rolled her eyes before entering the kitchen. “Get it over with!”

Sam followed her after handing Anika some pillows. “Sam we don’t need to stay here-“ Mindy began before Sam cut her off. “Well too bad, I insist. Safety in numbers.”

“This is gonna be fun! A slumber party with the core four!” Chad said smiling and leaning against the counter. “Core four..?” Sam said confused.

“Did you just give us a nickname?” I said cringing. “I sure did! I mean we’ve been through a lot together I figured it’s only fitting. Plus I think it sounds cool.” He said shrugging.

“That’s debatable.” Mindy said. “Very debatable.” I said laughing. “You can’t just give yourself a nickname dingus!” And there it is, the twins banter never failed to put a smile on my face.

“Sure I can dingus, I just did. Core four! Up top!” He said extending his hand to Mindy for a high five. “No.”

“Down low!” He then turned to me. “Get that away from me.” I said denying him.

“Please for the love of god!” He begged Sam to not leave him hanging. “Don’t do it.” Mindy said with a laugh.

“You know I’d actually like a little more respect and support-“ Chad started ranting before Anika called for us.

“Guys! What the hell?” She said turning up the tv. Oh my god. The guy on the news was genuinely accusing Sam of being Ghostface. What is wrong with everyone in this city? Do they all just believe everything they read online?

I couldn’t help but notice Sam’s face fall as she started to walk into the dining room. I followed and sat next to her. I lightly grabbed her hand and began speaking. “I know I can’t relate to what you’re going through, but I just want you to know that I’m sorry you’re going through this. But you’re not alone, I’m here if you need to talk.”

Sam sighed and put her head down. “I know I shouldn’t care what people think but it just sucks being this hated.” She said wiping a tear away. I felt a frown form on my face. I felt horrible for Sam. She’s been through so much and all she got in return was harassment from losers on the internet.

“Hey,” I heard Chad soft voice enter the room. “Just a reminder, not a single person in this room hates you.” He said as Mindy and him sat across from us at the table.

“We’ve all been through some fucked up stuff and we’re all coping with it differently.” I couldn’t help but stare at him.

“We all moved here together for one specific reason…we’re a team.” He said giving Sam a reassuring smile.

“We are!” Mindy joined in. “The core fuckin four!” She said pointing her finger at all of us. “Thank you!” Chad said laughing. “Ugh I hate myself for that.” Mindy said cringing at herself.

“I can’t believe you said it.” I said laughing and covering my mouth. “C’mon Y/N say it!” Chad teased. “No I’m not gonna say it not now not ever”

He leaned over the table to make eye contact with me as if he was trying to will me to say it. I smiled. “I mean yes we’re a team but I’m not calling us that.”

“I’ve been sleeping with cute boy across the hall.” Sam blurted out randomly. We all stopped and looked at her. The room was silent for a few moments before Mindy slapped the table. “BOOM!” “I fucking knew it!”

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.” I said clapping. Mindy agreed, “totally called it!” And for the first time that evening Sam laughed.

I was happy that even if it was only for a moment, Sam could laugh and feel happy. I hadn’t seen her smile in a while. It made me feel better.

“I feel like we should high five or something” I suggested. “Core four high five baby let’s go!” Chad said initiating the high five.

“Still not calling it that but we can do the high five.” I said lacing my fingers with his before Mindy and Sam placed their hands on top of ours. I felt his gaze burning into the side of my head.

The two girls took their hands off ours but I let mine linger on Chads a little longer. I never knew what was going to happen so any chance I could bask in his touch just a little longer was a chance I took. He was still looking at me with those eyes. Except this time I had enough confidence to look back at him.

We only broke eye contact when Sams phone rang. “Oh!” I said grabbing her phone and showing the twins who was calling. The teasing was all from a place of love and Sam knew that.

“All right I’ll call him back.” She said with a smile. Soon moans broke through the apartment. “Ew seems Quinn and her gentleman caller are back at it again” I said putting my head in my hands.

“Wait a second,” I said turning to Sam. “If you’re sleeping with cute boy across the hall that means everyone here is getting some but me” I laughed at myself. “Damn totally doesn’t hurt my confidence”

Sam and Mindy laughed but I noticed Chad only seemed to look at me. Strange usually he’s the first to laugh at dirty jokes.

“Well I could think of someone who’d be interested-“ Mindy started before Chad elbowed her. What was that about?

Before I had the chance to ask all of our phones went off. We all exchange a look before opening the message.

End of part 1

#scream #scream vi #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #scream fluff #ghostface #scream six #scream spoilers

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maeumsim · 2 years

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i'm feeling defeated about a lot of things in my life lately (but mainly my career), can you recommend any poems/quotes/anything with words of encouragement? i don't want to give up, but i deeply feel "why bother?"

hi anon 🦋 I deeply relate to ur words even though our circumstances r probably very different. I’ve been in an awful place lately and it’s only two days ago that I decided that I would get my life together even if I didn’t want to live it. Looking for quotes to bring u some comfort ended up comforting me in return by reminding me of things I believe in. So I want to thank you and I truly hope reading all those poems and quotes make you feel somewhat better. You ask “why bother?” and there are thousands of things I could say to contradict you but I simply want to as you in return: “why not?”

Your Shadow Invents You Every Time Light Fails to Pass Through You by Michael Wasson (Listen, my love. This year is just a visitor & next year’s / ghost. Take care of it because yes—yes, you do deserve flowers for once / in your life.)

Snowdrops by Louise Glück (afraid, yes, but among you again / crying yes risk joy / in the raw wind of the new world.)

Instructions on Not Giving Up by Ada Limón (Fine then, / I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf / unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.)

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass (to love life, to love it even / when you have no stomach for it)

The Letter by Linda Gregg (I’m not feeling strong yet, but I am taking / good care of myself)

Letters To a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke (“Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.” and “I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”)

Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar by Cheryl Strayed

Ask Polly: ‘I’m Broke and Mostly Friendless, and I’ve Wasted My Whole Life’

Ask Polly: Help, I'm The Loneliest Person In The World! (”You are young and you are learning how to live”)

Ask Polly: Why Should I Keep Going? (” You are not lost. You are here. Stop abandoning yourself.”)

“Ask Polly: Is Life All Downhill From Here?” (“Stop cringing — at your future, at your failure, at yourself in the mirror — and stand up and look directly at who you are. Not who you should’ve been, but who you are now. Let that person in. Let her be as mediocre and wrong and shameful and sad and miserable and brilliant and hilarious as she wants to be, because she knows exactly what you need to feel good. She has plans for you. She wants to show you what comes next. She wants to take you into the future you’re dreading and say, “See? You never would’ve imagined this.”)

#i truly wish u the courage to live thru ur hard times <33 #mail💌#healing.

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Riddle Rosehearts w/ an S/O Who’s Reluctant to Initiate Physical Affection

Warnings: formatted like a oneshot(?), cringe /hj GN Reader

Synopsis: When you're stupid and he's stupid and urgh you two make me so mad pls just kiss already oh my god COMMUNICATE *jumps off a cliff*

It wasn’t that you didn’t love Riddle. You loved him to the moon and back, but initiating physical contact just wasn’t a thing you did. It wasn’t something you were used to. So when you and Riddle started dating, nothing really changed.

Perhaps you’d give him a peck on the cheek or lips here and there, or you’d give him a pat on the shoulder before leaving Heartslabyul after teatime, but that was it. To the public, if they weren’t there to see those small instances of affection, it looked like you and Riddle were just good friends. And Riddle wasn’t very fond of that.

He too, wasn’t good at initiating physical affection, him being too shy–but he still craved your touch. He still wanted to appear as a couple to others. Though it was embarrassing to admit, he desired your arms around him in an embrace, your lips on his in a kiss, or your fingers intertwined.

After a month or so of no special affection from you, Riddle grew frustrated. Yes, it wasn’t like he was trying to initiate, either, but we don’t talk about that. It was silly, he thought, to think that you loved him less just because you weren’t showing your affection in ways typical of other couples. You still gave him your full attention. You still indulged him in his wishes. You still looked at him with all the love in your heart. But he wanted more.

And in your mind, you were still waiting (like a fool) for Riddle to give you explicit permission to touch him. After all, you weren’t the type of person who wanted to be poked and hugged and clung to all the time. You didn’t want to accidentally overstep Riddle’s boundaries, though you had a lot of love you wanted to give him. Oh Dear Seven please just communicate

Finally, Riddle had enough. He was dying inside, his desire to hold your hand for the first time ever burning like a fire inside him! But oh, ever as fragile as a flower, he was still so reluctant to take action. But he came up with a plan. Perhaps if you and he just went about on some date or outing, and he found a reason to hold your hand, he could ease into the action of it. Start with a practical reason, and end with normalizing the practice of holding your hand. Yes, how could this plan go wrong?

It went wrong.

You and Riddle had been strolling about on Heartslabyul grounds when Riddle found the most opportune moment to grab your hand.

“Oh? What’s this all about?” You had asked. Unbeknownst to him, your heart had jumped when he suddenly latched onto you.

Riddle had meant to say, “Well, I just wanted to hold your hand~" all suave, but the small smirk on your face (read: flustered grin) caused him to panic and backtrack, leading him to stutter out an, "Ah, the ground is uneven and I'm wearing heels! So I'm just holding onto you to keep balanced."

And unfortunately, his explanation led you to shake off his hand when the ground became stable.

Plan A had failed, but what about… *drumroll please* Plan B?!!

Plan B was a bit more convoluted, but still a promising route. For a week, Riddle read various articles on the psychology of love and desire, hoping that it would help him learn how to get what he wanted without communicating with you.

The conclusion of his research led to you two playing chess. Not at all out of the ordinary. When you played, you often took a while to think and moved your hand over the board slowly. Riddle was much the same. But this time, he moved quickly, often making moves right when you finished yours, causing your fingers to brush against each other. It happened multiple times, and you often caught a smug grin on Riddle’s face when it happened.

After a few games, Riddle moved on to the second phase of the plan–initiating more hand brushes inconspicuously. While walking together in the halls he’d tap a finger against your hand, and when studying together he’d make an effort to reach for the same book or turn the page at the same time. He even pooled together the courage to say, “Dear me, it’s like we can’t get enough of each other!” when your hands touched for the 108th time that week. And he did all this in the hopes that it would subliminally send you the message that he wanted you to hold his hand.

It didn’t work. You just thought it was a series of happenstances or things that didn’t mean much. Oh you, always the one who needed things spelled out.

But Riddle wasn’t going to give up. He had one more plan that was sure to make you understand what he wanted! He was willing to sacrifice his pride for this one he should be sacrificing his pride actually communicating with you It was fairly easy to enact this plan. Bugs were abundant in the Ramshackle dorm, and all Riddle had to do was play the role of a damsel in distress.

He pretends to be scared when a cockroach skitters across the floor, sidling up to you in hopes that perhaps you’d play the manly heroic act and be his knight in shining armor. Perhaps you’d put an arm around his waist and say something cheesy like, "I'll protect you!" But no.

Instead, you say, "Oh. A bug,” and you rush to throw it outside. No heroic acts like in the movies or romance novels. Riddle threw away his pride for nothing.

At this point, Riddle is out of ideas and fuming. A month of no special affection from you has turned into two, and Riddle is hurt. Yes, he was partially to blame. He didn’t communicate with you at all, but surely you must’ve noticed the hints he was dropping! Riddle feels that perhaps you don’t care as much as you say you do. Maybe he was wrong about you all along…

And all those thoughts and frustration ended with Riddle bursting into Ramshackle at 3am, sniffling with hot tears running down his face. He had not slept, and his hair was a mess from running through the wind. He’d been overthinking every action of yours all that week, wondering why you hadn’t been doing any couple-y things with him, and it all just came to a head.

Riddle spilled every single thought he’d had to you, while you stood concerned and groggy from being woken so suddenly. And as Riddle was going on a near-incoherent rant about how you hadn’t even hugged him once during your relationship nor shown him any special affection, you pulled him into your arms.

Had this discussion been at a time other than the middle of the night, you might’ve been a bit more reluctant when hugging Riddle. But, being that it was late and you were a bit dazed, you enveloped him in your arms and held him to your chest with abandon. Soon, his cries became soft stutters of breath, and your head cleared enough for you to lead him to your room and make space for him on the bed. You couldn’t have him walking all the way back to Heartslabyul at this hour, could you?

Riddle was a bit reluctant to sleep with you, but you convinced him. There was no way he’d be going back to Heartslabyul at this hour, especially not when you two needed to have a discussion in the morning.

As he lay in bed, he almost laughed at how silly this situation was. He’d been avoiding communicating with you because he was embarrassed, only to explode at you in the most embarrassing way possible. He almost wanted to cry a second time for how foolish he was. But as you drew him ever nearer to your heart and gave him a goodnight kiss on the top of his head, he thought that perhaps the outcome of this disaster wasn’t too bad.

Morning came all too soon, and Riddle found himself wishing he could hide in the rosebushes as you sat across from him at the Ramshackle dining table. He wondered what you thought about his silly little plans to get you to notice that he wanted attention.

You were holding his hands in your own, probably trying to make amends with him after last night’s outburst.

“Riddle, my love, I’m sorry. You went through a lot to catch my attention and it all went over my head! I didn’t mean to neglect you. I was just waiting for you to give me explicit permission, but I should’ve just asked.”

Riddle kept his eyes trained on the floor. “You don’t think I’m… silly? Or childish for acting in such ways? Though you didn’t ask for my permission to touch me, it’s not like I communicated with you, either. I used roundabout methods of trying to get you to love me, in the way that I wanted, and it all backfired horribly! I feel like such a fool.”

You squeezed his hands, causing him to glance up at you.

“Oh no!” You said, shaking your head. “No, it wasn’t silly at all! I mean, now that I know what you were trying to do, it all seems rather cute, but- No! You- were embarrassed, and that’s understandable. I don’t think any less of you. And I’m glad that I know now, because it means I can give you as much love as you want! I promise I’ll give you all the hugs and kisses you desire!”

Riddle was taking deep breaths, a faint blush on his face and teary eyes.

You noticed, and chose to tentatively put a hand on Riddle’s head and ruffle his hair. “I love you, Riddle~”

“I love you, too. And… thank you. To make it even, I promise you that I won’t keep it in anymore. I’ll tell you what I want, even if it is embarrassing.”

And thus begins the stage of your relationship where you shower Riddle with love and affection forever and ever! >:D

**Bad endings? What is that? Never heard of them.**

#indulgent writing 🍓#riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #previously found on theheavilyinulgentgoat. but no more

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Yeah they made the feral predator way too hot. The credits came on and I immediately went to Ao3 like “let’s see what the girlies have to say about thissssss” 🤭 I saw the original predator almost a decade ago and as much as I liked it, never would of guessed I’d be here now 🙂

the ooman shit kills me, like why do they have these scary ass aliens saying such silly shit I’m gonna die.

Turns ouuuuut, I actually have more to sayyyyy, but you don’t have to respond: I feel bad bc I don’t have an Ao3 account so I can never comment, but Gorl if I did, id have a whole essay for every chapter, including reaction images 😤. Ik you aren’t currently writing from Ta'Kesh’s POV (which is perfectly fine lol), but I really appreciated how you did so. The predator POV is so fun to read, they’re just so damn cold and pragmatic and just ALIEN yk? (Ta’kesh makes me laugh bc he’s such a lil psycho lol). At least when done right I think. The dynamic you have set up is really interesting, like I love a good slow burn enemies to friends to lovers, but the cultural differences and species hierarchy sets it up for some really fascinating (JUICY) interactions/character development. I was unfortunate enough to come upon your story very early, there aren’t many other fics that hold up to the standard you set! (Have you read The Devil You Know? One of the only other quality fics I’ve found that seems to accurately portray that sort of dynamic- 10/10 recommend).

But anyway, the arrogance, the entitlement, just the cold bluntness makes predator fic so engaging to me. When you take a person with that deeply ingrained of a mindset (that’s another aspect I love, the question of whether or not yautjas are innately “predatory” or if it’s largely due to cultural upbringing) and force them to interact with with someone they deem inferior in a way they never have had to before (and there was only ONE BED heheh) I’m eating that shit up with 2 hands like GOOD SOUP!!😤😤😤

I appreciate it even more with a quality OC and I like Charlie a lot. I really struggle with reader/you fics bc beyond me just being like “lol I would not do that”, I like having an established character to root for :). She has an interesting past that you’ve managed to portray in an appealing and unostentatious way. Reminds me of Rust cohle from True Detective. I like that she’s very brave, but not to the point of ridiculousness lol. She has her moments where she’s able to act courageously in order to try to survive, but still gets intimidated/scared (extremely valid) sometimes with the big ass scary aliens. Do you have anyone in mind for how she looks?

Some highlights so far:

Greatly enjoyed ta’kesh’s cringe fail lake venture where Charlie showed his ass up while he fucking stands in the background looking like a drowned ass rat ahahah but watching her Commit Violence like 👀

Idk why but aliens using bidets is so fucking funny to me

Kinda living for ta’kesh being a dork and talking to his cat all the time hehe

let me see what the girlies have to sayyyyy 👏🏼 absolutely the correct response. my friend and I stand by that alien v predator could've been entirely more romantic if they were brave enough but 🤪 no cause literallyyyyy when I read ooman I hear it in a baby voice and I canNOT take it seriously, like bless those authors truly but whoever started the ooman precedent.... I just wanna talk 🧍🏻‍♀️ and girly pop ofc I'm gonna respond you took the time to let me know how you feel and I /love/ interaction okay (I think there's a way to comment anon on ao3 with like a guest account or name or something but maybe I'm wrong idk) but either way you take the time I want to show my appreciation

I stopped his POV just cause I felt like I was backtracking and I'm already so slow (rip sorry) but I really do want to come back to it in the future just to have fun revealing his inner workings (cause sometimes I be writing things and giggling like pookie is such a brat and then I remember y'all can't hear the goofy ass voices in my head and you only know the story I show you) but yes yes their differences are gonna play out in so many ways that I just can't wait for 😇 AND YES IVE READ FRIGGY one of the few I made it all the way through and then had to literally have a whole moment to process that there wasn't a second part 😗😗 sick I tell you, sick,, but I completely understand the not being able to read FPOV or self insert because of the "ummm I would never" --- because that's EXACTLY how I started writing 💀😭 I was chatting w my friend and we were like ok but isn't it kinda weird how fast some of these fmc just like... accept the whole ass murder crab men? also--- how do they survive well in space and from there Charlie was born ahahahHA I was like ok but what if I made it realistic for bits (as realistic as scifi can be) and then asked people to suspend their disbelief for the fun bits like the space pond and the tail n shit 🤭🤭

I have a whole board of art for ta'kesh but I've never really stopped to think about Charlie 🧐🧐

YES DROWNED RAT IS SOOOOO RIGHT mans really does have an ego, which, like rightfully earned? but also... must be checked whenever author feels he needs it (all the time 😇)

the bidet was me being like what is something that isn't necessarily commonplace, but feels bougie enough that an advanced society would have it regularly around.... ah yes.... Bidet.

ta'kesh is a cat girl, confirmed

I promise to bring you more good soup in the future 🍲

#ao3 #yautja #answered #close quarters #fanfic

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lets-get-kraken-boys · 2 months

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BUCCHIGIRI?! Rant

This show could have been so great. It could have been my everything. It was so cute when I first discovered it. The character designs are PHENOMENAL, the setting in fantastic, the colors are so vibrant and gorgeous—it is a visual masterpiece. Every character is so interesting, the story is actually engaging and cute. IT IS ALSO SO GAY OMG I LOVE IT! The men are all over each other and Ara-chan every episode, I’m not even making this shit up. It could have been so amazing.

But they ruined it.

They failed me and my love because of one character.

Mahoro Jin.

This girl…when you first see her is so adorable, so sweet. It’s unassuming. She’s got the whole heart aesthetic going on, lots of pink—instantly I was thinking about all the cute figures that were going to come out for her and how she was going to become a fav character of mine! She’s a nice soft character who you’re like “Oh! She’s a very cute love interest for this anime. I can’t wait to see where their love goes!” And all is well. For the first half of episode one. Then…all hell breaks loose when we meet Marito, her brother.

Don’t get me wrong, I ADORE Marito!!! Marito is a stunning character and I love him to death, I am obsessed. He’s so handsome and I love his vibes. However…I am not the only one who is obsessed with him.

THIS 👏🏻 CHICK 👏🏻 ROMANTICALLY 👏🏻 LOVES 👏🏻 HER 👏🏻 BROTHER 👏🏻

🥲

I haven’t been this disappointed in such a long time. Why? Why does anime do this to us? Why does it hurt me in such a violent and awful way? Why does it take so much from me? Literally cried after it was revelaved that she wants on her brother to LOVE and fight for her. Nearly threw up.

She was a great character and then we saw the truth, and it’s all inc*st with her now. GROSS. Every sentence that comes out of her goddamn mouth is about this man that I love(d, depending if I can stomach more of this God forsaken relationship) and it’s weirding me tf out. She appears in every other scene and quite literally ONLY talks about him. It’s so fucking disappointing. I think she’s only had one or two sentences that had nothing to do with her brother after we were introduced to him, and that’s fucking sad.

If I were to revamp this series, I would immediately change her character. Don’t get me wrong, I would keep her as a character because she has a great design, but make her want/talk about something ANYTHING else. If she had any other interests to share and, ya know, wasn’t looking to bang her sibling, it would have been fine! It’s vile that the author literally only uses her to remind everyone that she’s obsessed with her brother and wants to ROMANTICALLY be involved with him.

The ONLY redeeming thing is that Marito doesn’t return her feelings AT ALL. But it’s not helping my cringing at all. It makes the experience so fucking awful. Every time I try to enjoy it again, she’s rears her ugly head around and starts yapping.

I wanted to like this show so fucking bad…but her behavior ruins it so much that I can’t watch it.

It breaks my heart to see such promising new animes rely so heavily on these overused DISGUSTING themes when there is LITERALLY NO GODDAMN NEED FOR THEM!!! They weird everyone out, and you shit on a perfectly wonderful story by adding it. I wish they’d stop to let this go.

Sorry that was a long rant, but I had to let the people know my thoughts and violent feelings on this. I want to smack this author so bad, my hand is ITCHING for the opportunity one day.

Rest in piss, Bucchigiri.

#anime #new anime #bucchigiri?!#rant #discussion #disappointed #upset #it mmmmmmm #you guys dont understand #this show would have been my salvation #my sanctuary #my home #IT COULD HAVE BEEN MY EVERYTHING #and it was RUINED #ruined by that bitch

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Oh great rainiest day!

I have to know! NAY! I Must know!!

Who is your favourite g/t oc? Out of all the tiny people in your pocket who wouldn’t you sell for a single corn chip?

follow up question! Who would you sell for a single corn chip?

Rubs my hands together like an evil little fly.

First off, we have my beloved dear little guy Mouser. Mouser is my TAZ Steeplechase OC (also kinda self insert? cringe is dead okay) They literally revolutionized oc-making for me. They’re the first OC I’ve made where I’ve actually put in a ton of time and effort into their clothing and color palette. I have also spent the most money gettinf commissions of them, probably over $200 usd has been spent on them total. Worth every cent. Mouser was my gateway OC into making more diverse and interesting (and visually appealing!) ocs, as well as my first steps into accepting the cringe life.. Maybe it’s okay to just make a self insert OC, who am I hurting anyways? Not only that… Mouser is actually a huge contributing factor to me finally starting on T. They gave me so much gender euphoria to look at that something twisted and turned and kicked on in my brain and I started taking the idea of getting started seriously.

Their story is very special and interesting to me but I’ve already rambled on enough, so I’ll just skip to your last question.

I would sell the tiny D&D character I made for a one shot with strangers in a heartbeat. Actually I don’t want the corn chip. Please take him away. He was based very strongly off of Lloyd from Ninjago and while there’s nothing wrong with that, I just deeply hate and regret the way that I played him and thinking about it makes me make the “eugh” face every time without fail.

#WHEW sorry for the rambling #none of this makes sense i think #i LOVE mouser so much oh my gyat #i should honestly make a tag for them.#if i hvent already. idr #g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #giant tiny #not art #rain rambles #asked and answered #i hope this is what you were asking for ehe #thanks for the ask!!

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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“You probably get asked this a lot. Like - so much,” Jimmy Fallon laughs as he sits back in his chair.

“And you’re about to ask me again,” Midge grins, mirroring his pose, crossing her legs.

“I am.”

“Go.”

“What is it like being married to Lenny Bruce?” he asks. “I know there was a lot of gossip and drama around you guys getting together back in the sixties, because there was really - people didn’t like your comedy, and people didn’t like him, just - as a person - but the people who loved him hated you, and thought you kind of made him soft, and - but, so - what is it really like?”

Midge laughs a little and shakes her head. “You’re a mess, Jimmy.”

“I am! It’s a weird question to ask someone, but I’m dying to know!”

Midge takes a breath and sits up straighter. “You know, when we first got together, everyone warned me that he wasn’t going to be the partner I wanted him to be. A lot of people told me not to expect him to be a real boyfriend. That he was unreliable and and not into having a conventional relationship. He had this bad boy reputation and his first wife was a stripper and the drugs and the arrests and - this is all old news.”

“Right.”

“And we both brought baggage to the table,” Midge explains. “We both had problems, but we were so enamored with each other, and then so in love with each other...even before things turned romantic, we were each other’s cheerleaders. We were both invested in the other’s success. That only got more pronounced once we got together, because it wasn’t just careers that we were championing, it was our whole lives. If one of us struggled, the other was right there. If one of us succeeded, the other was right there.”

“That sounds remarkably functional and healthy for two people who go on stage and admit to being totally broken a few times a week,” Jimmy laughs.

“I know! I’m so proud of us!” Midge chirps, getting a laugh from the crowd. “But there’s this thing that people who don’t know Lenny fail to understand.”

“Which is?”

“He’s very sweet,” Midge tells him. “Yes, he tells dirty jokes and kicks up political unrest in his act, but when he’s at home, he’s just kind of quiet and a little weird, and if I’ve had a hard day, he’ll give me foot rubs. He makes the coffee in the morning. When the kids were little, he did bedtime routines and attended school concerts the kids were in. He was nice to my parents. He was nice to my ex’s parents!”

“So you’re saying Lenny Bruce is just a soft guy,” Jimmy says.

“In private, yes,” Midge tells him. “And all these people who warned me about how even though I was involved with him, I would still feel alone, and be miserable, were totally wrong. And every couple has their ups and downs and whatever, but we just - have always existed on this same wavelength.”

“That’s amazing,” Jimmy swoons. “I feel like that with my wife. It’s so great.”

“Right? It is great,” Midge beams. “And it’s so funny, because there were so many people who thought we’d never, ever last. They used to make up stories in the paper, detailing how we’d dramatically broken up in the Russian Tea Room, or out on the street in Times Square and it was all bullshit.”

“Midge.”

“Sorry!”

The audience laughs.

“And the funniest part was how shocked his mother was when he got engaged,” Midge smiles. “Sally really didn’t think we would last. She was actually one of the people who warned me about Lenny not being a good boyfriend. And she sat stunned through the entire wedding, like-” she sits up straight, stock still, eyes wide, face shocked, making the audience laugh. She relaxes again and waves a hand. “But nothing beats my ex’s reaction.”

“Oh, no,” Jimmy breathes.

“My ex-husband was counting on our breakup,” Midge says, leaning on the desk. “He really -” she takes a breath. “We had a complicated relationship, and I think that he thought that if we weren’t together, I should just be the most miserable woman on the planet.”

“Yikes,” Jimmy cringes.

“Right!” Midge laughs. “So he’s sitting at my second wedding, near the back, and as Lenny is about to break the glass - we’re Jewish, so when you get married the groom breaks a glass, traditionally - Joel gets up to leave. He swings the door open, and slams himself in the face with it so hard that he breaks his nose.”

Midge nods as people gasp. “So as we’re kissing, because Lenny and I aren’t paying any attention, Joel is standing by the doors, with blood just gushing out of his face, and people are getting up to help him, and by the time we finish having our moment, we turn to go, and lead everyone in to the reception, and there’s chaos. Joel is standing there covers in his own blood, and my father and Joel’s father are trying to help him, and - you know, thankfully, I’d made up with another ex-boyfriend, who was a doctor, so Doctor Benjamin rushes over and tries to assess, and these four men are just covered in blood, and my mother has fainted, and I think my son threw up from the sight of all that blood-”

The audience is laughing hard now, including Jimmy.

“Oh, my god!”

Midge laughs, too. “And Lenny turns to me, and he shrugs and kisses my cheek, and he says ‘let’s go out the side exit and make out in the hallway until everyone has figured their shit out.’“

“Midge!”

“I’m sorry!” she cries, as everyone laughs. “And at first, I’m thinking about my poor son, who’s just thrown up, but it’s not like he’d never thrown up before, and Joel’s mother was looking after him, so he was taken care of, and I think ‘to hell with it, it’s my wedding day. Let’s go suck face until this has blown over.’ So we did.”

“That is insane!” Jimmy cries. “That’s like something out of a - how come no one has ever made a movie out of your relationships?!”

Midge grins and shrugs. Normally, she’d tell Jimmy “there’s too many Jews for it to make any money” but she holds back, not wanting to open that can of worms. “Maybe one day they will.”

“Midge Maisel, everyone! Her new book is out this week! Go get it!”

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge x Lenny #Midge Maisel

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