#(i ended up naming him oreo :D)

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Ivor, taking Jesse into a store: All right, here we are. You can pick out your own Christmas gift so I don't get it wrong... Ivor: Here, do you like pandas? (a few minutes later) Jesse, happily leaving the store with a panda plushie in their arms: Now to ponder names! Ivor: Well, does it really NEED a name? Jesse, scandalised:

#mcsm #mcsm ivor #mcsm jesse #source: me and my coworker #(i ended up naming him oreo :D)

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It’s White and Gold // D. Grayson x f!reader

Requested: yes!

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: You would be stepping out in public as Dick Grayson’s girlfriend for the very first time and you needed something formal to wear. Well, fuck.

Part of assassin!verse but can be read alone

“Well, I think the only reasonable solution here is that I go ask Ivy if she can concoct something that will keep me housebound for a week and we have to cancel the date,” you announced from the other side of the curtain. Stephanie booed as Cassandra tossed a shoe at your feet. You emerged from the thick rayon fabric and sent a half-hearted glare at the three women seated in front of you. You spun in a slow circle, your arms extended at your side to show off the dress Cass had picked out. Barbara glanced up from her phone and scrunched her nose up.

“Nah. Too much sequins. That would be so uncomfortable to eat in,” she declared. You dropped your arms to your sides and grimaced. She was right. The little plastic circles dug into your skin and it would be a bitch and a half to move around in.

“Fuck it. I’m staying home,” you declared.

“Who taught her that word?” Damian sighed as he emerged from the racks. “Right. Todd. I don’t know why I even bothered to ask. May I just say, those sequins are awful.”

“Thank you, tiny Tan France,” Stephanie said. “We get it. It’s a bad dress.”

“Sorry, Steph.” You knew she wasn’t taking the criticism to heart even if she had picked the dress. It was just the first time you would be going on a real date with Dick to some high-end Bludhaven restaurant as both a PR opportunity and as a mission. Rumor had it that a certain politician would be present with one of the largest cartel leaders and Dick needed a chance to bug their dinner and gather intel. 

Which meant that you would be stepping out in public as Dick Grayson’s girlfriend.

Dick Grayson, the son of the Prince of Gotham. The Heartthrob of Bludhaven.

The man who fell asleep into his oatmeal this morning.

“Is it too late for me to fake my death, change my name, and fall off the face of the earth?”

“Been there, done that,” Damian hummed. “Father can’t possibly do even more of that paperwork. It nearly took him out the first time.”

Cass nodded. “No, no. This could work. He ate the last oreos. Go ahead. Fake your death.”

“No one is faking anyone’s death,” Barbara cut in. “Let’s just try a different store.”

You groaned. “This is the fourth store we’ve tried and we have three hours until reservations. I might as well just go in sweats and call it a night.”

Stepping back into the dressing room, you ignored the bickering outside from your entourage and instead focused on stripping off the dress and putting it back on the hanger. It wasn’t your fault you didn’t have any formal wear. You were never assigned jobs where you needed to get dressed up. Your role was always to hide in the shadows, not to be seen. This was the exact opposite of what your training required and it was starting to grate on your nerves. How could you do this?

As if he could sense your frustration, your phone rang from the pile of your belongings tucked on the bench in the dressing room. You picked it up and glanced at the caller ID, a small smile crossing your lips as you swiped your thumb across the screen and answered.

“Hi, Buttercup,” Dick greeted. Warmth suffused through your veins at his soft greeting and you ducked your head as heat rose to your face. Fucking hell, you had at least seventeen confirmed kills under your belt and Richard Grayson made you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Hey,” you replied. “Are you cool with me wearing a bathrobe and slippers to dinner tonight?”

He laughed and you wished desperately that he was here in this tiny dressing room with you. You wanted to feel his hands enclose around your waist, stroke along your skin, and kiss your temple. You wanted to feel the safety he offered. You had four Batlings sitting on the other side of the flimsy curtain and you had years of training, but you never felt as safe as you did when Dick was near.

“Babe, you could wear one of my old shirts and those cute little shorts you wear and I wouldn’t care. I take it shopping isn’t going well?”

“I didn’t realize Damian religiously watches Queer Eye and Drag Race because you would think I’ve committed the most egregious fashion sins with the options I picked.”

He laughed again and then sighed. “I figured it wasn’t going well since you weren’t home yet. Stop stressing yourself out, baby, I can hear you thinking over the phone. Anything you wear is going to look amazing, okay? Just wear whatever makes you comfortable.”

“But the media…”

“Fuck the paparazzi. Fuck them all. Your comfort is more important than a stupid magazine cover.”

You gave up fighting the grin that spread across your face and shook your head. Holding the phone with one hand, you tugged your pants on with the other. “Okay. We’ll try one more store and if I can’t find anything, I’ll come home and figure it out.”

“Good. I miss you, Buttercup.”

“Miss you too, Westley.”

You hung up so you could pull your shirt over your head (it was actually Dick’s shirt that you had stolen but he wasn’t going to argue) and gathered up your wallet and keys. You emerged from the dressing room to join the others and your little gaggle of Batlings led you to another shop at the mall.

“Wait,” you called once your eyes caught on a mannequin in the window of some store. Steph nearly collided with you when you stopped in the middle of walking. The blonde examined the outfit and a crooked grin spread across her face.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” she cooed. “Let’s go try it on.”

Dick kept himself entertained as he waited for you by playing fetch with Haley. Cass and Steph had practically shoved you into the apartment with a bag clutched in your hand, waved at Dick, and disappeared as you darted towards the bedroom before he could say anything. He was glad he already changed into his tux because the clock was inching closer to your reservation time.

The bedroom door creaked with its aged hinges but it was enough to catch his attention. Dick raised his head and promptly lost all ability to breathe, think, and speak. You offered him a shy smile and ran your hands over the soft fabric that clung to your body. A thick strap rested over one shoulder, leaving your neck and arms exposed, and pulled taut across your chest. You had forgone a dress, but the jumpsuit was still formal enough for the restaurant you were attending.

And it was Nightwing blue.

“How does it look?” you asked, your voice quiet with apprehension. Dick sucked in a big gulp of air and he dropped the ball in his hand, sending Haley scrabbling across the wood in pursuit. He rose and crossed the room to stand before you. His hands rose to hover over your hips as his eyes raked over every inch of your body.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. His hands finally came down to settle on your waist and then drifted down to cup the back of your thighs, pulling you into his chest. You laughed at his desperation and eagerness.

“Is that a knife strapped to your thigh?” he murmured against your lips. You fixed the lapels of his suit and smoothed them down, a mischievous smile taking hold of your face.

“Ready to go to work, Mr. Grayson?” you teased.

“I owe Steph my life,” he groaned.

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———————————♡☆☆♥︎———————————-

ஐ нєєѕєυηց:

From the way hee would always grow nervous around you and his cheeks would go an evident pink and his pretty pupils would dilate everytime you walked inside the room, everyone knew he had a big fat crush on you, including you yourself.

And ofcourse, him being the man he was, you couldn’t help but feel loud butterflies in your stomach every time you even thought about him.

You were taking it slow, allowing him to take his time and confess to you first whenever he’s ready. It would be a lie to say you didn’t want to provoke him cause part of you couldn’t wait to hear the magical words “I love you” from his mouth soon.

You guys would go out with eachother often, partly because the members would always set you up on these “silent dates” so you could spend time with eachother and nurture your feelings.

And it was this one time when your silent date became official and the night ended with you finally becoming his beloved girlfriend.

You and hee were buying crepes by the street stand after finishing your shopping. He was buying you your favourite oreo flavoured crepes and you watched from the side as he attentively asked the owner to put all your favourite toppings.🥺

You were already melting seeing him do this for you, but you couldn’t hold it back anymore when you notice the way he looks while munching on the crepe beside you.

Fluffy bangs covering his forehead, loaded cheeks, sparkling doey eyes and the hint of whipped cream sitting beside his lips.

You notice that and without a second’s delay, wipe the cream from beside his lips with yours 👄 ;))

Hee literally FREEZES in position. His eyes d o u b l e in shock and he turns to you in surprise, with mouth agape.

“What? I was just cleaning off the cream.☺️ geez heeseung..you’re such a clumsy but cute eater” you giggle.

“..😳😳 y/n……..”

He mutters your name so slowly, almost like a whisper and immediately turns his face away from yours. But you can tell from the way his ears turned red that he was blushing hard. He doesn’t speak to you..the whole time after that bc he still processes what went on seconds ago…until

He gently brushes his hands with yours and when you return the gesture, holds it in between his while still using his sleeves to cover his face. But you could swear you heard a sweet, shy giggle escape his mouth.

The rest of the walk, you guys continue holding hands. He occasionally exchanges glances with you but turns away after a few seconds from embarrassment.

When you reach a secluded park, he finally stops to look you right in the eye. 😳

“Um…so y/n.. i…*clears throat.* I really..like you. And from the thing you did earlier…I mean..the kiss..I guess you fee-“

You cut him off with a soft peck on his lips and break free to look at his flushed face. But instead of his shy face, you see him smile brightly at you. He grabs you by the waist and immediately pulls you to him.

“Atleast let me kiss you back, dummy 💋”

He whispers against your lips and that’s the only thing you remember. Cause the next thing you know, you were already finding paradise in between those angel lips. 💖

ᰔ วαу:

You and jay have been dating eachother for two months. Although you guys have hugged, cuddled and held hands, you were growing kind of impatient that he hasn’t kissed you yet.

It couldn’t be that he was shy. He was such a natural when it came to skinship that you were the one who got flushed everytime he so as much touched you.

Maybe he wanted you to grow comfortable with him, hence a delay, but who was gonna tell him that you were MORE THAN comfortable and just wanted him to go all “mwuah “ ? :((

Ofc you had to be the one to tell him that..

So you decided to take matters into your own hands 😤

You wanted to kiss him..during his break day with you but ohmygod he’ssohandsome that everytime you try to do so, your brain malfunctions. (Cause it’s a fact that anyone would lose their sanity when they’re with THE jay)

Until… you guys immerse into your goodbye hug and you tug at his sleeve when he finally breaks free after a long time.

Quickly, taking a sharp inhale, you place a kiss on his cheeks with all you’ve got!😳

When your gaze returns to his face you notice how instead of reciprocating your blush, he gives you the sweetest smile ever. He’s smiling the brightest you’ve seen so far and you could swear to god he looks like a literal angel.

Jay pokes your cheeks lovingly and gives you a gentle forehead kiss before leaving for work. 💋🥺

“Only if you kissed me earlier, maybe I could have returned it better. 🥰😊 “

♡ วαкє:

Had sunghoon and jungwon never spilled the tea about jake liking you, you’d have never known the puppy boy actually harboured such intense feelings for you. 😳

Jake was always really nice to you and cared for you, and although he was a gentleman to everybody, there were times when you noticed the way he stuttered in his speech and blushed a little when being near you.

You would’ve brushed it off as a misconception but his mischievous best friend already notified you how big of a crush jake had on you AND EVEN SENT HIM at your place today to watch a movie with you. (You knew the scheme 🐧 was upto🙄 but like you weren’t complaining ..)

You and Jake picked a romcom movie to watch. Even though he didn’t like romance movies, he tagged along and seemed interested only because he was watching it with you.

The whole time you feel him slowly scooting closer to you, looking for any opportunity to touch you- the way your hands touched when you were handing him the remote…

You watch him jerk away everytime your bodies touch. But both of you feel the charged air in between eachother and the way he looks at you tonight…it’s so much more intimate than anything you’ve ever felt before.

So many kissing scenes in the movie, so many nervous gulps and finally the universe decided to help you to make a move.

You slipped accidentally while handing over the popcorn and land abruptly on his lap, with your hands gripping the couch beside his waist to keep yourself from tripping to the floor.

“😳😳 *thump thump thump* 💘”

It happened almost naturally. The way you leaned in and he anticipated that. When your lips touched, the first time he didn’t move. He was astonished and feeling the softness of your lips against his, taking in the realisation that the moment was finally happening. Next second, his lips were parted and within yours, his plush lips caressing yours with all the love in the world. His scent like serenity, his taste like addicting wine. 💋

“Y/n..”

“I love you I love you I love you..i”

You cut him off with another kiss and a silent laugh. Usually, he’d be too nervous to confess but he was so drowning in your mouth, he couldn’t care about anything else except for telling you how much he felt for you.

“I know.”

“And?…😳🥺”

“I love you so much more. 💖”

You give him a peck on the nose and watch his eyes light up. You both chuckle before reuniting your lips together one more but not the last time.💋

☻ ︎ѕυηցнσση:

Sunghoon being the typical introverted boyfriend…

A ✨tease ✨ who would NEVER initiate skinship unless you did or practically begged for it with your eyes. (Sometimes he even made you say it and pretended to not hear it till you repeated and practically yelled 😠)

Naturally, the kiss is also something he was expecting you to ask.

Or maybe the thing was… he was really internally shy to do it?☺️👉🏻👈🏻

Well well..anyway today was the day you decided to get back at him for all the merciless teasing by making him jealous 😈

In the truth and dare game y’all played at the dorm with all the members you purposely admitted to having a crush on jungwon in the past. Even tho it was a big fat lie and sunghoon was always the one you loved the most since day 1, you couldn’t help but lie. Especially after you saw the adorable way a certain someone got jealous.

He might have laughed it off and played cool while you were surrounded by others..but it was a totally different story while you were walking back home.

Man wouldn’t even look at you. 👀

“Hooniee..no way. Are you jealous ?😆”

Well so much for the cool play though cause the rest of the way you see a whopping 3 feet distance between you two..cause someone’s a blushing mess 😳 but won’t EVER even in his subconscious state accept so.

He won’t return the gesture right away but you know he’s never been happier to receive a kiss before. Texts you after he gets home:

“Umm..thank you for the kiss. Loved it..maybe.”

And finally after weeks of replaying the situation in his head and smiling like a lovesick fool before sleeping every night🥺 he gives you a sweet and romantic kissy when you least expect it <3 and ofc your man aims right for the lips 💋

ஐ ѕυησσ:

So y’all were doing the photo booth challenge since sunoo LOVES taking selcas and ofc he’d drag you along with it.

Basically it’s a challenge where poses pop up on the screen, giving you a 3 second timer to recreate that and pose for it before moving onto the next given pose. All your pictures are clicked and made a collage at the end of the challenge.

Firstly, the poses were simple and easy. Friendly ones to really goofy ones, you guys recreated it all. It was fun and really interesting, considering how you were literally accompanied by the selfie king on this game.

Until……..

The poses start getting very…couply. Hug pose…poking eachother’s cheeks..and eventually the levels escalating. You barely have time to change the settings because you’d lose the game and have to start over again if you fail even one round.

And finally…

The pose comes where you’re supposed to be face to face, your hands thrown around his neck and him grabbing your waist and ofcourse..your lips touching. 😳

Before you could react, you feel pressurised by the 2 seconds remaining and fly your arms to his shoulders. Seeing your enthusiastic spirit, he ..almost proceeds to hold your waist when you hurriedly place your lips on his and the shutter clicks.

You feel his hurried breaths on your cheeks, the way he closes his eyes shut and his skin is so red-hot. When you release him though, you get a view of his face. And ohmygod.

Do you see the brightest sunshine smile glued to his face. 🥺☀️ a pinkish blush covering his chubby cheeks and a giggle leaving in the angelic voice.

He’s actually pretty natural about it. Despite being flustered, he knew you liked him back and you were aware of his crush so he knew in his heart sooner or later this day would surely come.

He doesn’t talk much later, just smiles nonstop at you and adores you with his eyes.

When you see him typing the caption to your pictures “me and my girl 💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨” you melt like ice cream🥺 but ask him softly:

“And when did I become your girl, sunoo?😏”

“Well just now. You did.” He matches the teasing expression on your face and debates back.

“So one kiss decides that we’re dating?”

“Ah not really. First it doesn’t. The blushy look on your face and your heart eyes does. And second. Not just one kiss. Just so you know, it’s gonna happen a lot more than once from now.” He confidently replies.

His confidence makes you curl up again and hide your face in between your knees. But he laughs politely and lifts up your face till you’re facing him.

Tucking the loose strand of your hair beneath your ear, he looks you in the eye and confesses.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n” before leaning in to press your foreheads together, ever so softly. 💕

♡ วυηցωση:

It was so hard to tell how jungwon felt about you because he was so good at hiding his feelings, you couldn’t find a clue.

All you knew is that you were so head over heels for him and your love was obviously backed up by the rest of the members when they knew.

“Ah believe me y/n. I feel like jungwon likes you too. So go tell him hurry.” Jake would always push you towards wonie everytime you met as if he was dead sure leadernim likes you.

“No. It can’t possibly be..he doesn’t even look at me jake.”

“He does dummy. That is when you’re not looking😒.” He scoffs.

And like this, so many weeks have passed with no progress and no uncovering the truth about jungwon’s true feelings.

So you waited. You waited around 4 months till jungwon’s bday so that day you can confess to him how you feel about him. You were getting so many signals from the others to make a move and jungwon was being so nice to you lately, you were determined and mentally prepared to do it.

When the day finally arrived, 9th February, you were all gathered up in the dorm living room with the cake you baked for him.

“Happy birthday to you 🥳🎉🎂 happy birthday dear leadernim. Happy birthday to you.”

You all sang and soon the event of opening gifts came. Jungwon opened everyone’s gifts one by one and then at the end, turned to you with an expectant eyes.

“Where’s the gift packet y/n?” Sunoo points teasingly and they all grin, knowing what’s to come in seconds.

Actions are better than words, they said.

And so………

You lean forward in a heart beat and leave a kiss on his cheek.😳💋

And jungwon…just freezes. (*woniecat’s soul has left the chat*)

It’s a mixture of shock, happiness, shyness, mischief, everything on his face. Maybe he would be able to conceal his real emotions but the members “ooooohhhhhhh😉🫣” was so loud and they were teasing him so much, you both blush hard and get awkward.

The whole night continues with everyone pushing you guys to take selfies, sit side by side, talk and what not. But both of you were too overwhelmed to talk. You get to talk to him finally through texts after the party ends and you get home.

“Jungwon?.. I…😳”

“Hey there. 👋🏼”

“Girlfriend?”

“…..”

“WHAAAT?😱”

“ you haven’t asked me out yet jungwon-“

“I mean I will. Maybe I won’t. Cause I don’t have to. You’re mine (🤢 *cringes*) and I love you.💖 ☺️I know you do too..so you don’t have to say it.”

You think he’s being really casual and feel embarrassed at him saying you don’t have to say it back..because you feel like he finds the whole situation funny.

But the truth is. He doesn’t want you to say it because he knows his heart is gonna explode if he hears it from you. And the truth is confirmed when jay snaps you a picture of jungwon texting you on his bed, with a face matching colour of his strawberry hair. ❤️👉🏻👈🏻

ᰔ ηι кι:

So you know what to expect when you’re dating the ✨nishimura tease riki ✨

Pillow fights before sleep, being pranked non stop, cream swapped with toothpaste in your Oreos, your snacks left on the top most shelf you won’t be able to reach and what not…🙄🤦‍♀️

I mean he’s our playful maknae baby come on🥺👉🏻👈🏻

And today was no different. You were standing infront of this 6 foot tall mischievous boy who has your cereal packet placed high in his hands, reluctant to give you your precious breakfast. >.<

“Niki it’s not funny. Give it back. I’m hungry 😑” you whine , while trying to reach for his arm.

“Why don’t you make me?😉” he challenges.

You sigh loudly. What a way to start the morning.

You tickle him..

He pushes your hands away.

You try to do aegyo to impress him..

He cringes and makes “🤢” face.

You try to literally climb on him to get the packet..

He lightly pushes you away and LAUGHS at your miserable failing.

Okay so now..it was time for your signature hidden weapon.

You tiptoe and reach for his face. Niki doesn’t anticipate what you’re about to do so he just stays there still, his grin still glued to his face.

AAAAAANNNNNNNNDDDDDD *drumrolls*

*mwwuah*💋😳

You leave a tight kiss on his chin (bc that’s what you could reach bc of the IMMENSE height difference </3) right on top of his cutesy mole.

Initially has wide eyes o.o but bursts into shy giggles immediately.

nonstopnonstopgigglygiggles. 🥺☺️👉🏻👈🏻

“YESSS. NOW ITS MINE. YOU LOSE I WIN HAHAHAHAHA😎” you snatch the cereal box from his hand when he lets loose for a few seconds and try to run back to your room.

“Not so easy.” He smiles brightly as he traps you in between his arms from the back and brushes his lips with your ears.

“Not unless you tell me..what was that for. 🫣🥰❤️”

——————— The End——————

𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ♡

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My Ship Cookie's that I will also write for!(I'll add more in the near Future):

Pure Vanilla Cookie x White Lily Cookie

(Bro's a simp)

Hollyberry Cookie x Dark Cacao Cookie

(Single Parents relationship, Dude needs happy energy from Holly rn-)

Dark Enchantress Cookie x Tea Knight Cookie(FIGHT ME-)(jk)

(The Smart Villain Leader x The Secretly Softy Good Leader-)

Pomegranate Cookie x Twizzly Gummy Cookie

(The Serious x The Insane)

Dark Choco Cookie x Milk Cookie

(Boy depressed? Have Milk Cookie)

Licorice Cookie x Clover Cookie

(The Pathetic- I mean the Villain who tries to be x The Support but ends up making villain give up and be good in the end, Kind of-)

Affogato Cookie x Cream Unicorn Cookie

(The Cold Hearted Cookie x The Cookie that is WAY too innocent for there own good-)

Gingerbrave x Wizard Cookie

(The Idiot x The Smart one)

Strawberry Cookie x GingerBright Cookie

(introvert x Extrovert)

Princess Cookie x Knight Cookie

(The Princess(Knight-) and their Knight and shining armour(Princess-) obvs)

Espresso Cookie x Fig Cookie

(Overworked x The one who make them touch grass)

Moonlight Cookie x Mercurial Cookie

(Forbidden Love- 🙊)

Sherbet Cookie x Silverbell Cookie

(The Happy, Goofy and Softies-)

Herb Cookie x Crème Brûlée Cookie

(Both are Oblivious- Danggit Herb and Crème!-)

(Edit 1)

Avocado Cookie x Wildberry Cookie

(The Pun x The I don't get it but it did made me chuckle a little once I did get it-)

Crunchy Chip Cookie x Tiger Lily Cookie

(The Wild Couple)

Werewolf Cookie x Kumiho Cookie

(The Cookies who wants to be an ordinary Cookie)

(Edit 2: Oc's)

Shadow Milk Cookie x Strawberry Jam Cookie

(The Joker x The one who always laughs at there jokes and acts)

Silent Salt Cookie x Peanut Butter Cookie

(Introvert x Extrovert)

Elder Faerie Cookie x Sour Cream Cookie

(Old Love 💕😘)

Longan Cookie x Apple Cherry Cookie

(The Emotionless x The Kind and Childish)

Pitaya Cookie x Cherry Apple Cookie

(Get into fights x There personal nurse)

(Not OC's)

Vampire Cookie x Frilled Jellyfish Cookie

(Arrogant/Prankster x Goofy/Bubbly)

Latte Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie

(Magic User x Weapon User)

Devil Cookie x Angel Cookie

(It's in the name- and Enemies to Lovers 😍)

(Edit 3)

Xylitol Nova Cookie x Sea Fairy Cookie

(I can fix her x I might make him worse...)

(Edit 4/Oc)

Red Velvet Cookie x Royal Margarine Cookie x Rainbow Gingerbread Cookie

(Dog Lover x Dragon Lover x Animal/Insect Lover)

(Edit 5/Oc):

Ananas Dragon Cookie x Mango Slices Cookie

(Prideful x Shameful)

(Edit 6/Oc)

Butter Roll Cookie x Coral Petal Cookie

(Scientist/Researcher x Plant Researcher)

(Edit 7)

Madeleine Cookie x Kouign-Amann Cookie

(The Drama King x The Sassy Queen)

(Edit 8)

Captain Ice Cookie x Abalone Cookie

(Girl Boss x The Goof)

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The (Only) Daycare/School Of SugarCreamBites Kingdom

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That's all!

I'll edit this if I came up with some more things to put in

Enjoy Asking/Requesting!

#cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run ovenbreak #cro #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #y/n

[callsignspark]

come home to me

christmas (baby please come home)

pairing: Rhett Abbott x Wren Johnson (fem!OC)

description: Rhett is drifting. He can feel himself slowly slipping away - untethered, uncaring, unable to focus. Until the card with a little brown bird on the front arrives the same day he has to say another goodbye. The seven words scribbled underneath Christmas wishes breathes life into him for the first time in a year. all my love - your little bird, Wren.

warnings: sad Rhett, happy ending, soft and cozy, yearning

word count: 3.0k

note: this was inspired by Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by Darlene Love and written for @lewmagoo’s christmas celebration. I had such a lovely time writing these two and I plan to eventually expand on them and really dig into Wren’s story! bonus pintrest ~vibes~ board. wishing everyone a safe, happy, and healthy Christmas!

It’s cold in Maine, colder than Rhett was expecting, and he shivers as the wind whips outside. The rental car’s door gaskets do little to stop the freezing air from leaking inside, but he hardly notices as he stares at the small house down the street. It surprised him when he first rolled past it, simultaneously bigger and smaller than he thought it would be based on the photos he’s seen over the years. He wonders if the wobbly front step has been fixed or if the small warning sign is taped to the railing. He hasn’t found out for himself yet, paralyzed by fear, unable to leave the car.

This was a mistake. She won’t want to see me.

It’s not true; Rhett knows in his heart that it’s not true. Wren Johnson has been his best friend since first grade, and no matter what, she’s always wanted to see him. But it’s been a year since he’s talked to her. That’s never happened before. Even when she left Wabang for college in Boston, they had been good about keeping up with each other’s lives. He had called her as soon as the tail lights of her old, hand-me-down pickup truck disappeared from sight. Tail lights that have never returned to Wyoming, that he’s staring at right now.

He had parked slightly down the street from his best friend’s house, thankful for the cover of the December evening to stay out of sight. Wren had pulled in just after five, and Rhett stopped breathing when she paused on the porch, scanning up and down the street. Her eyes seemed to linger on his car for a moment longer than the rest, but he breathed a sigh of relief when she headed inside.

That had been an hour ago.

He’s been trying to work up the courage to walk up the sidewalk and knock on her door ever since. Watching through the curtainless windows as she turned on Christmas lights and made dinner.

Rhett’s heart starts racing when the front door opens, smiling when a little cattle dog bounds down, excitedly kicking up the fresh powder coating the ground. Wren’s dark hair swishes around her shoulders as she laughs at the dog, her sweet voice muffled through the glass when she calls for him.

“C’mon, Oreo! Let’s go inside! It’s cold out here, honey!”

Hearing that last word - the pet name she always used for him - come out of her mouth gives him the courage to open his door. His legs are stiff from so many hours of being crammed into the front seat, both knees popping as he moves toward the woman he’s missed so much. Rhett’s stomach turns as he gets closer, dropping when Wren does a double take. Shock crosses her face as she recognizes the man walking towards her, arms crossing defensively when he comes to a stop halfway up the sidewalk.

“Rhett? What are you doing here?”

Sweat uncomfortably drips down his back as he lifts the last box into the U-Haul trailer. Wiping his brow with the bottom of his shirt, Rhett rests against the tailgate of his truck, gratefully taking the water bottle handed to him. There’s still two days until they’re required to be off the property, but Rebecca’s parents wanted to get going as soon as possible.

Rhett doesn’t blame them.

It’s been a year since murder and scandal rocked Wabang and destroyed the Abbotts. The town his ancestors had helped establish - where he had always been welcome - now felt hostile. He knows he’s not entirely innocent and that he shouldn’t have helped cover up Trevor’s death, but it feels unfair that he’s the only one dealing with the aftermath. All the harsh glances and whispered words thrown at his back like buckshot, blamed for the sins of his family.

Perry’s disappearance meant they forfeited the ranch. Losing land that had been in their family for generations due to another second of selfishness from his brother. Royal was charged with Billy’s death and multiple counts of assault against Autumn, and almost immediately sentenced.

Losing her ancestral home, her beloved eldest son, and husband in the span of a month had broken Cecelia. She was roaming around the property for hours at a time, barely eating or sleeping. Rhett had called his aunt in desperation, scared of losing the one family member he had left. Her sister had taken one look at her sister and decided to take her away, promising to get her the help needed for the state of shock she was living in. It had done good; according to Kathy’s updates, his mom was slowly returning to her normal self.

The one bright spot had been the return of Rebecca, who, as Rhett suspected, had been hiding from Perry and his abusive ways. She had returned to Wabang to collect Amy after a friend of a friend let her know that her missing person’s case had been downgraded. The situation she found was far worse than what she had left, and she was more than glad to finally be leaving the small town in her rearview mirror.

“So, where are you gonna go?”

Rhett stares at his sister-in-law, mulling over the question he’s been asking himself for months with no luck, firmly ignoring the idea niggling in the back of his mind.

“Don’t know…” He breaks eye contact, kicking a pebble across the snow-dusted lawn, watching as it reveals brown grass underneath as it rolls. Nothing has properly grown around here since his brother killed a man. “Got nowhere to go.”

“You could come with us, Rhett. There’s plenty of room.”

The lifeline makes his eyes water. Rebecca had always been kind to him, far kinder than any of his blood relatives. So kind that he actually considers the offer. It would probably be better than the tiny apartment above the grocery store he can barely afford. Mr. Chamberlain has been lenient about the rent - happy to accept the money in random bundles throughout the month as long as he gets the total before the new month begins - but the backbreaking labor on other ranches combined with the odds jobs he’s been able to score around town have barely been enough to cover everything.

“Thank you, Bec, but I don’t think I can. Not right now.” It kills him to turn down the offer, to turn down the last family he has left, but he knows he wouldn’t be happy in California.

“Okay.” His entire body aches when she smooths his hair back, pressing a kiss to his temple. It’s been so long since anyone touched him with affection, let alone love. “The offer is always open, Rhett.”

Rebecca is kind enough not to mention the tears that stain his shirt, walking away to close the trailer door while he composes himself. He feels like he’s barely holding on as he drives the truck holding the rest of his family’s belongings down the driveway. He’s hollow, which he supposes is a good thing: nothing left for anyone to take away.

He’s already lost it all.

Pausing at the end of the drive so Rebecca can check the mailbox one last time, they’re both surprised to find a bright red envelope addressed to him. Rhett’s heart stops at the return address.

Wren Johnson

32 North Spring Ave

Bath, ME 04530

He can’t remember the last time he talked to her. She doesn’t know they’re losing the ranch. That Perry is gone. That his dad is locked up. That his mom had a breakdown. That Rebecca came back. That Amy is going to California to live with family that hasn’t committed manslaughter as a group activity.

Rhett says nothing; neither does Rebecca. They ride in silence back into town, meeting her parents in the hotel parking lot to transfer the trailer to their rental car for the long ride to California.

It’s hard saying goodbye. It’s not forever, or even for a long time, but knowing that Amy will no longer be down the hallway is scary. She won’t be there for him to keep safe, though he doubts if he ever actually was able to do that with how the last year has gone.

He doesn’t follow them in his truck to the edge of town like he wants to. He’d never stop driving, following them all the way to the west coast, and as much as he loves his family, he doesn’t want that. So, for the first time in years, Rhett listens to what he wants and stands there waving goodbye, tears streaming down his face long after they’re gone.

He can’t bring himself to go home to that tiny one-room apartment that can barely be classified as a closet, so he sits in his truck and opens the red envelope with familiar loopy handwriting.

to Rhett, my cowboy,

I know we haven’t talked much lately, and I’m mad at you about that, but I don’t think I could ever bring myself not to send you a card. I know things aren’t great, mom won’t tell me too much because of you know who, but I’ve pieced some things together. I hope you’re okay. Send up a smoke signal or something just to let me know your head is above water. If you need anything, just let me know.

You know you’re always welcome here. We’ll finally take you to see the ocean. She’s beautiful, just like we always thought she’d be. I miss you, Rhett - you know that, right?

all my love - your little bird,

Wren

He doesn’t stop crying the entire time, from the moment he sees the snowy scene with a little brown bird on the front of the card to reading her name. He’s careful not to smudge her words after a rogue tear accidentally blurs the nickname he gave her the summer after tenth grade.

Perry had actually been the one to coin it, mocking his younger brother for being so close with a pretty girl and not being brave enough to kiss her. But it wasn’t that Rhett wasn’t brave enough to kiss a girl; he’d already done that with Ashley Mason when they were supposed to be picking up litter during detention. He wasn’t brave enough to kiss Wren. Beautiful, quiet, smart Wren who laughed at all his jokes and told him he was gonna be a rodeo star, even though she was terrified he’d get hurt.

“Too scared to kiss a girl, Rhett? ‘Fraid she’s gonna laugh at you when ya don’t know what y’re doing? Don’t worry, I’m sure your little bird won’t mind!”

Perry had laughed loudly, too loudly for someone who didn’t realize how big his little brother had gotten while he was away at school. It was the first time Rhett had fought his brother. It wouldn’t be the last.

The nickname had stuck in his brain, though, so much that he tried to casually use it on the first day of junior year when he picked her up for school. Wren had blinked at his greeting - “There she is, how’s my little bird doing?” - before her smile blinded Rhett. Sixteen-year-old him had been confident that his best friend was going to be his first real girlfriend and maybe, probably, hopefully, his wife someday in the future, but his hormone-addled brain had gotten distracted by Maria, and they never made it out of the gate.

The name had stuck, and so did their friendship. The two of them getting closer and closer as they got older, dreaming about leaving town together and living somewhere on the ocean, never stepping foot in Wabang ever again.

One of them was crying in the parking lot of a Holiday Inn Express. The other had succeeded in that dream.

Rhett feels like he’s sweating just as much as he had been a week ago loading up that U-Haul. He wasn’t expecting to be welcomed with total happiness and open arms, but the overly formal stiffness is something he didn’t know Wren possessed.

“I got your card.” He answers lamely, pulling the now slightly bent envelope from his jacket where it was safely tucked into the pocket over his heart. “Thought maybe we could see the ocean.”

If he thought the car was cold, it’s nothing compared to the silence after his attempt at a joke. The winter air blows all around them, and after ten seconds of silence, he’s ready to let it take him back to Wyoming.

“How did you get here?”

It’s not the question he’s expecting, but he answers anyway. “I drove to Jackson and flew into Boston. My rental car is just down the street a little bit.”

“You hate cities.”

“I do.”

“And heights.”

“Yes.”

“The thought of flying scares you.”

“Turns out it terrifies me.”

“So then, why are you here?”

“I miss you, Wren. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you and not telling you anything or even letting you know that I was alive. But I miss you, and I needed to see you. So I’m here. Through cities and heights and planes. I’m here.”

It’s like a switch flips at his confession, and she’s bounding down the steps into his arms, tears streaking down her face as she tackles him in a hug. Rhett hitches her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist so her sock-covered feet aren’t on the snowy concrete. He’s not sure who’s crying harder, or maybe they’re sobbing equally, but he makes the executive decision to move into the house; the neighbors don’t need to see their reunion.

He doesn’t let go as he passes the threshold, and he’s happy when she doesn’t try to move out of his arms, just calling for her dog over his shoulder while he toes his boots off. Rhett presses her against the front door once it’s closed, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed to his and burying his face in her neck as her light perfume invades his senses.

“Are you okay?” The quiet question is accompanied by two small hands roaming his shoulders, combing through his hair like she’s checking to make sure he’s real.

“I’m fine.”

“Rhett…”

“Not right now, Wren.”

“When? Because I’m beyond happy to see you, but we can’t not talk about this.”

He reluctantly pulls back so he can look her in the eye. “I know. And we will - tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to be with you and be happy and not think about the past year for a little bit.”

“Promise?” Wren asks, hazel eyes filled with worry.

“I promise, my little bird.”

It’s not everything, but it’s enough for now as she slips down and pulls him toward the kitchen, rambling about dinner and sleeping arrangements.

When he wakes up six days later, he’s not surprised to find Wren snuggled into his side. It’s how he’s woken up every day since he arrived in Maine, Wren’s home only having one bedroom and her refusing to let him sleep on the couch. He never wants to wake up differently ever again.

It’s been an incredible six days, possibly the best 144 hours of his life so far. It’s been a taste of the life he never thought he’d have. Spending the early mornings with Wren, making her a simple breakfast while she gets ready for work. Dropping her off at the vet’s office before exploring the town, happily racking up a balance on his one credit card to buy her presents and fix things around the house. He’s already becoming friends with the group of retired veterans who hang out at the hardware store.

Their evenings begin when he picks her up, using the car ride home to tell her about the things he repaired while she was gone. Dinner is a team effort, accomplished by Rhett keeping Oreo - the Australian cattle dog abandoned at her office that Wren couldn’t bear to part with - out of the way and handling raw meat when asked.

She had even taken him to watch the sunset last night as a Christmas Eve surprise. Pulling up to the beach had taken his breath away, the sky already tinted with orange and pinks that even the prettiest Wyoming sunset couldn’t compete with. They sat on the stone wall, watching until it was completely dark, and even then, Rhett wasn’t ready to leave.

“I don’t want to go.”

“So don’t. You always talked about leaving, about us leaving together. Don’t go back, stay here. Live with me. Be with me.”

He doesn’t correct her assumption; just leans over and presses his lips to hers. It’s a chaste kiss, hardly anything more than their mouths pressed together, but Rhett feels whole for the first time in his life.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

Her smile had sent butterflies loose in his stomach. A small grin where she bites the right corner of her lip to hide how pleased she is, creating a tiny dimple in her chin. It’s the same smile she gave him when she forgave him the second night. It had been hours of talking, recapping the last thirteen months, and apologizing for his distance. A huge weight had lifted off his shoulders, opening up to the person who knows him better than anyone helped more than he ever could have imagined. Her immediate forgiveness removed the ball of anxiety in his stomach.

Rhett pulls Wren closer, pressing kisses on her face to wake her up so that he can see her beautiful eyes slowly blink open at him.

“It’s snowing.” He murmurs when the sleepiness has disappeared from her face.

The dimple makes its appearance. “A second Christmas miracle.”

“What was the first?”

“You, coming home to me.”

Rhett rolls on top of her and presses what is sure to be the first of many kisses of the day to her lips, trying to express his love without saying the words. The way she responds lets him know that she understands, that she feels the same way.

It’s a kiss that feels like the start of forever.

It’s a kiss that feels like home.

thanks so much for reading, merry christmas! divider credit.

@lewmagoo @laracrofted @delopsia @withahappyrefrain @attapullman @gretagerwigsmuse @sometimesanalice @theharddeck @senawashere @floydsmuse @princessphilly @hangmanapologist @hangmanbrainrot @hangmanssunnies @thesewordsareallihavetogive @katieshook02 @whatislovevavy @kmc1989 @yuckosworld @mika-darling @rhettabbotts @bobfloydsbabe @ryebecca @bobgasm

#a lew magoo christmas #outer range fic #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x oc #elle writes

[jungw8ns]

GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬) 

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x gender neutral reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #jungw8ns

[0quinn-the-gay0]

Loki x trans reader

A/N: I am basing this off of my experience and if you can relate, then I hope you found that comfort fic you were looking for. im writing this in the spur of the moment so please don’t judge if the grammar or the plot or something doesn’t make sense. in any case, I hope you enjoy!

warnings: dysphoria, gender and body dysphoria. misgendering.  genre: Fluff, angst and relating to one another.  description: you came back from work feeling exhausted and tired, along with your bad work day, you were constantly getting misgendered by the other Avengers, especially Stark. The only avenger that wouldn't do that was Loki, so you went to his room to seek comfort. he tells you about some stories on Asgard 

It was a slow Monday evening when you came home from work. You work as an assistant for Stark, and part-time as a bar keeper. Stark constantly told you to take breaks, but you were too stubborn and you liked working. Your co-workers are dick heads. 

You constantly get purposely misgendered. And it was starting to drain you. 

As you walked into the main floor where the avengers hung out, you decided to get yourself a snack from the snack bar. Unfortunately, there was someone already there, actually, make that two someones, so you mentally made a note to sit in your room to eat your snack. But before you got a chance to get your snack, Tony turned to you. “Hey, Y/n! Thor was just telling me that Loki was coming back to earth sometime this week!” He said, too cheerfully. 

You side eyed him. 

“Tony, you hate him. Why are you so happy?” You asked, suddenly suspicious. It was unlike Tony to be excited about Loki’s arrival. 

“Dude, you spend all your time around him... does miss Y/n have a crush?” You flinched as he said miss. “Tony... we talked about that...” You said, checking out your shoes. Tony chuckled, and nudged your arm. “C’mon you know I’m only joking!” Tony justified. “Are you alright, Lady Y/n?” Thor asked, looking in your direction. You sighed, and grabbed the box of Oreos. “I’ll talk to you, Tony and Thor, when you both are not being complete total jackasses.” You seethed, storming out of the room. “She’s pissed” You heard Tony mutter. 

While raging and cursing Tony out in 5 different languages, you accidentally bump into the one and only captain America. Or as you liked to call him, transphobic piece of shit. He wasn’t as bad as Tony, but he was still bad enough that he constantly forgot your name-change and your pronoun change. And he wasn’t even trying to remember your new name and pronouns. (A/N: D/N means dead name, if you do not want to put your name in, if it will cause you dysphoria, you can skip.)

“Hey, D/N, how’s life treating you?” I want to bash your head in with your own shield. “I’m good, long day, going to my room.” you said quickly, before storming off. He caught your hand, and stared at you. “Lady of the house, why is your room so dirty?” He asked. You stomped on his foot, and ran towards the elevator. when you got in, someone got in as well. You went to get out, but someone stopped you. 

“WAIT!” Oh for the love of- I just want my Oreos and eat them in peace, can’t a man do that?! 

You turned around, ready to bash the person bugging me. you were ready to end someones career, when you  realized it was Bruce. Bruce was the best one out of all the avengers, he accepted you, and even gave you testosterone pills since you have a fear of needles. “Oh, hey Bruce.” You said with a sigh, “I won’t be here to lecture you, but the others are trying in their own ways, yes, some more than-” You cut him off. 

“I understand, Bruce, okay? Everyone is trying and I’m the one being overdramatic, right? I should just calm down, because I’m the one that wanted the fucking pronoun change? Because I woke up one day, and decided to make sure everyone felt bad about poor Y/n because SHE THINKS SHE’S A GUY!” You started crying, and when Bruce tried touching you, you moved away. “go tell the others to go fuck themselves.” You said, sniffling, while walking to the other elevator. If someone else gets in your way, you’re using the stairs. 

You reached Loki’s floor, and hesitated. Why were you here? He was on Asgard, so why are you here? 

You shook your head and went back into the elevator when a hand stopped the door from closing. “Y/N?” you stopped, and stared at the black raven haired man in front of you. “Are you alright, Love?” 

Thats all it took for your walls to come crumbling down, your whole body wracked in sobs as Loki brought you to the sofa’s in his room. “What’s happened, darling?” He asked once more, looking actually concerned. You felt like you could talk now, so you tried.  “I had a bad day, then came home *sniff* And-” You broke down in sobs again and Loki held you tighter, rocking you back and forth. “The other avengers wouldn’t use my pronouns, and my name, and- and-” You stopped for a second time, crying. 

Loki hugged you, rubbing his hand on your back in a soothing manner. “hmm...” Loki seemed deep in thought. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly they were in a cozy pillow fort, cuddling you close, he began talking. 

“When I was young, my father told me that since I was his son, I needed to learn how to defend myself, that I needed to know how to use swords. I told him that I wanted to learn how to cook, and bake. He told me, that I would be seen as a disgrace if I was going to do a woman's job. That was when I first insulted my father, I called him.. in English terms... a jackass.” He rambled on. While doing this, he noticed that you were starting to calm down. so, he continued. 

“My mom, Frigga, found out.” Loki continued, “She had a talk with him, and by talk I mean she screamed at him for saying it was her job to stay in the kitchen.” You laughed, and sniffed. 

“At that point, Thor was in his room with his friends. They were holding a fight, and if one of them lost, they’d have to wear a pink dress for 24 hours. Thor lost. So, while our mother was screaming at our father for being so sexist, Thor came out in this ridiculous goofy dress. Both of them stopped arguing immediately.” He laughed, and smiled looking back at the memory. You smiled, and laughed with him, picturing big Thor in a pink frilly dress. 

“That day, in my school, I started learning how to bake and cook. My dad never told me again that I had to do something that was going to get me accepted as his son.” Loki ended the story, looking at you and actually smiling. You were smiling back. “Now, what happened, sir Y/n?” 

You told him what happened, and he nodded. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N that it happened. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” Loki asked, looking for a loss of words, for you and the ignorant avengers. 

“Could you explain to Thor what transgender means?” You asked, looking at him and snuggling into his chest. He nodded, and shouted “THOR!” Causing you to jump. 

Thor not long after came in. “Brother, was that you that screamed? Are you home?” Loki smiled, and hugged Thor. Thor looked shocked. “who are you, and where have you put my brother?” Thor asked, ruffling Loki’s hair. Loki struggled to get out of his grip. “Alright, alright you oaf, get off me. I had you come in here because I need to explain something to you.” 

Thor looked at you. “Lady Y/n? Are you okay?” You flinched at the ‘lady’. 

Loki sat Thor down and told him about your feelings, and how you’ve been feeling, and what transgender is. Thor smiled one of his famous smiles at you, and said “What can we do to make you feel more safe around the tower?”

#loki x reader #Loki x trans reader #Loki x trans!reader #Hurt/comfort #transgender #trans reader #loki x sad reader

[zu-is-here]

Hello again Zu! Don't worry about late replies, I mean, look at me now :"D. Sorry for not replying earlier, usually when I'm going reply your answers something always shows up (ಥ﹏ಥ). In the meantime we haven't talk, have you already played Deltarune? I haven't, yet. And lately I'm seeing a lot about this new meme about Susi asking Kriss: "KRISS WHERE THE (D)UCK IS THIS PLACE?" Or something like that xD.

About the violin, playing the instruments is hard indeed, and a trauma for some of us, but at the end it's really worth the beautiful sound someone can produce with practice :"D. And I also hope I can fix Sebastián soon (´⌒｀｡). by THE WAY, YOU PLAY THE OCARINA? -insert Ocarina of time memories here, I haven't played the game tho ajxjsjx- THAT'S BEAUTIFUL- Wind instruments are so beautiful sounding (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`). DO YOU ALSO PLAY KALIMBA? CAN YOU MARRY ME PLEASE? (?) I have a kalimba at home, and it's actually my sister's, but sometimes she burrows me her instrument and I like to play The last airbender OST's in it :"D. It's such a beautiful instrument and I love its sound (♡˙︶˙♡) it's very relaxing.

About the chinese manwha, I was reading Silent Lover. It's about a mute boy named Chen Yu that is sent to the King of Zhen Bei's palace in place of the daughter of the family he serves as a slave. He is send there as a concubine in place of the daughter because the King is know for killing the 9 concubines he had before, and the family sends him as concubine instead of Chen Ruo Fei (the daughter) to avoid that, so Chen Yu has to pretend he is a woman and tries to survive.

The manwha is not bad, it has good things as the evolution Chen Yu has across the history. But sadly at the very end the principal couple falls in the cliché of being given "roles" of "the woman" and "the men" of the relationship, being both of them males, and it also romanticized a bit the abusive relationship of Chen Yu and the emperor. But like I said before, not everything was bad. Because the art was just, oOOOOF. BEAUTIFUL.

THE ART WAS SOMETHING I LOVED A LOT, AND THE CHARACTER DESIGNS AS WELL. Now I'm going to read a Thousand autumns. So i'm going to prepare my tears.

WHAT ABOUT YOU ZU? HOW HAVE YOU BEEN THESE DAYS? Have you maybe hang out with your friends? (oﾟ▽ﾟ) The old lady is alright? And how it's work as well? :0

I send you lots and lots of love, hugs and muaks Zu, you're very beloved by all of us! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ don't ever forget that!

— Waffle and oreos anon ★

OMG I was answering your first ask when you sent the new one?? Are you reading my mind?? XD

Hii again!╰(*´︶`*)╯☆

Guess I broke all the records since you had to message me the second time omg— I didn’t do it on purpose tho! (ówò) Please forgive me for that, for big messages are hard for me to reply, but it's never your fault ♡ And don’t apologize! >:3 Let's say we're even, to not worry about the time anymore heheh ☆ Don't mind this big text of mine and feel free to reply as you want!

I haven't played Deltarune since that time, so many things to do instead :'D Oh that meme! It's gonna be legendary XD

I can feel you! (>3<) Some lessons were literally torture... How's Sebastián? *^* I haven't played this game either but yeah!! I was inspired by Wadanohara game <3 Wind instruments are much harder tho... Pfff throwing a shoe would be too effective xd Noo I haven't learned to play the kalimba yet! /// WAIT do YOU play it?? (*⁰▿⁰*) Awww I'd love to hear it! ♪

Wow— this sounds intriguing! ☆ Gotta look into (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*) I'm glad you enjoyed the story itself despite the ending <3 It reminded me of the manhwa "My heart beats" where a guy joins the women's water polo team while pretending to be a girl (wears a swimsuit and inserts silicone breasts xd). And he falls in love with another girl... In short, a very good story (*´꒳`*) Prepare your tears for another worthy manhwa! (òwó)

MOCHI THE KITTY?? \(//∇//)\ Awww congrats!! How did it happen? (°▽°) How is da baby girl doing??

I'm so happy to hear you liked the comic, thank you a looot! (〃ω〃) Oh it's alright! Don't be sorry <3

"Can we catch up until the morning?" is what Cross asks Dream to cheer him up after his "...Like none of this ever happened." Dream says this with bitterness cause their past together was turbulent (running away from Nightmare, quarrels, Dream's corruption, etc.), and they just didn't have enough time and opportunities to spend it enjoying each other calmly.

Real life has come, then family, and their time is running out. So Cross invites Dream to do things they couldn't do back then (like eating nice cream in Undertale? Why not? ;D) But they only have time until the morning — they have too little options to spend this night outside, in the Multiverse, unique and unforgettable.

Dream summons a staff and opens a portal [white background]: he asks the birthday boy to make a wish — to choose where he wants to be and what he wants to do. (His magic is fueled by positive emotions, guess it's gonna be something exciting~ (spoiler: there'll be another episode, in Underlust) ☆

Yep! I had fun with my family last weekend, hope to have fun with my friends too when they get well <3

Koshka's doing great ;D Every morning she wakes me up pocking her nose in my face and grumbling if I don't get up as fast as possible xd

Work's been great too! And Inktobertale's going really good with all needed breaks as well heheh (ùwú)☆

You're always being so nice to me (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) Thank you so much for your letters and kind words, it means a lot to me and I keep them in my heart ♡

How are you doing? *^* How's your family? I really hope everything's going good for you, but if you ever need someone to talk to sooner, please don't hesitate to DM me! Lots of love <3

And take care of yourself, cause somebody...╰(*´︶`*)╯

#ask #zu is happy #post dark cream

[divinefireangel]

500 Followers Event!

First of all, I want to thank each and everyone of you for appreciating my work and actually following me 🥺🥺

And finally, I am doing an event for this number! Requests for my 500 followers event will be open till the end of this month aka 30th September! You can send in maximum of 3 "Alphabet" prompts in one request and a maximum of 3 requests each. :)

Send in Fluff/Smut/Dad/Dark + (Alphabet) + Member/Character/Actor in my ask box!

Requests are closed for this event.

The prompts are under the cut!!! 😙

FLUFF

A - Admiration (What does he absolutely adore about you?)

B - Butter (How smoothly did he flirt his way into your heart)

C - Cuddles (How does he like to cuddle)

D - Dream (What is one dream of his he wants to fulfill with you)

E - Emotions (How does he express his emotions around you)

F - Family (At what point in the relationship does he introduce you to his family)

G - Gifts (What is the gift he loved most from you)

H - Home (What about him, makes you feel like home)

I - Ink (Would he get a tattoo with you? If yes then what?)

J - Joy (What about you always makes him smile)

K - Kisses (How does he like to kiss you)

L - Love Language (What's his favourite way of showcasing his love for you)

M - Moment (At which moment did he realize you were the one)

N - Night (His favourite late night activity when neither of you can sleep)

O - Oven (What will he cook for you)

P - Pet Names (What's an endearing term he calls you)

Q - Quirk (A quirk of his you just cannot resist)

R - Reassurance (How does he make you forget about your insecurities)

S - Song (What song reminds him of his love for you)

T - Time (How does he spend time with you)

U - Upset (What is he like when you're upset)

V - Voice (How often does he compliment you)

W - Wish (What's one wish he will wish for in a field of dandelions)

X - X-ray (How well can he read you)

Y - Yes (How does he propose)

Z - Zen (How does he calm you)

SMUT

A - Aftercare (His go to method of aftercare)

B - Back (Does he prefer your back be marked with lovebites or his with scratches)

C - Cum (Where does he prefer to cum)

D - Darkest desire (Something he is shy to tell you but wants to try)

E - Evil (How sadistic can he get in the moment)

F - Favourite position (What's his go to position to make you lose your mind)

G - Grind (Will he cum in his pants by just humping you?)

H - Heaven or Hell (random sexcanon)

I - Ignite (How he turns you on)

J - Jack off (Does he jerk off to your images in his mind while you're dating)

K - Kink (One kink he has for sure)

L - Location (Favourite place to do the deed)

M - Motivation (How does he get turned on? Is it easy to turn him on?)

N - Neck (Does he have a sensitive neck or does he want an S/O who does?)

O - On or Off (Aka is he more Dom or Sub)

P - Porn (How likely is he to watch porn to learn from it)

Q - Quickie (Will he be interested in small rounds at different times or just one long lasting one)

R - Risk (How far is he willing to experiment in the bedroom)

S - Speed (how fast or slow is he on average)

T - Tongue (Does he prefer giving or receiving oral sex)

U - Underwear (Is he into lingerie?)

V - Voice (How loud is he as a dom/sub)

W - Weird (A questionable kink or sexual wish of his)

X - X-ray (How often will he take pictures of you in erotic ways)

Y - Yearning (Does he have a high or low sex drive)

Z - Zzzzz (How fast will he fall asleep after)

DAD

*Mention if you want it during the pregnancy, after birth or when your baby is a toddler, except for the obvious ones*

A - Affection (What does he absolutely adore about your baby)

B - Bump (How does he react when your bump starts to show)

C - Cries (How easily does he calm your baby)

D - Duty (How active will he be in his child's life)

E - Excitement (How excited will he be after birth)

F - Fluffy (How easily does he resist his child's puppy eyes)

G - Gifts (How much does he spoil your child, much to your dismay)

H - Height (How does he react when he realizes that your child is growing up)

I - "I love you"

J - Jealousy (Does he get jealous when your baby chooses you)

K - Kicks (His reaction to your baby kicking in your belly)

L - Lullaby (Does he write one or sing one he was sung)

M - Moon (What does he do when your child can't sleep)

N - Nursery (Did he find it difficult to build the nursery)

O - Oreo (A food item which he and his kid love)

P - Pet name (What does he call his little one, which is unique)

Q - Quiz (Does he get annoyed at your child's pestering question about random things)

R - Rose (How will he react when his kid makes something for him)

S - Sweet (A random tooth rotting fluff headcanon about him & your child)

T - Trip (How does he console your child when they fall down/get hurt)

U - Universe (What secret not so secret way does he thank the universe for you both)

V - Vroom Vroom (How often does he take your kid on Dad-Child trips without you)

W - Walk (How does he react when your child walks into his arms suddenly)

X - XOXO (How easily does he show affection to your kid)

Y - Yippee (How does he celebrate your child's birthday)

Z - Zzzzz (How does he put your kid to sleep)

DARK

Warnings:Death, killing, hurting someone, noncon/dubcon, forced relationship? Yandere behavior. This section is applicable only for SF9 and Seo Moon-Jo (Strangers from hell).

A - Adventure (What are some things he likes to do with his darling everyday)

B - Blood & Bone (Would he hurt his darling on purpose if they didn't listen to him?)

C - Crybaby (What will he do when his darling keeps refusing his love)

D - Darkness (What's one thing he wishes his darling never finds out about him)

E - Empty (What will he do when he has nothing left, aka his darling leaves him)

F - Forced Orgasm (How does he react when his darling refuses sex)

G - Grave (How many people will he kill for his darling)

H - Home (Where does he keep his darling)

I - Insanity (What make him this way or was he born like this)

J - Jealousy (How easily does he get jealous when his darling doesn't pay him full attention)

K - Knockdown (How does he treat the people in his darling's life)

L - Love or Lust (What is the first thing he is generally attracted to)

M - Moonlight (What is his innermost self like)

N - Nurture (How does he care for his darling)

O - Ownership (How does he show his ownership of you)

P - Pain (How can his darling severely hurt him)

Q - Queen (How well will he treat his darling after they accept him)

R - Ring (How soon does he propose to his darling)

S - Suspicion (How untrusting of his darling is he?)

T - Teddy bear (How affectionate is he with his darling)

U - Utopia (How much effort does he put in to make his darling happy)

V - Violence (How does he vent out his anger when his darling does something they shouldn't have)

W - Whisper (Does he prefer his darling to be soft or loud)

X - Xylophone (What is something that reminds him of his darling)

Y - Youth (What was his life like before he met his darling)

Z - Zeal (For how long does he genuinely try to make his darling like him before forcing them to)

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[duckymcdoorknob]

Yuu Nishinoya General Headcannons

Has to take children’s medicine because he can’t handle the taste of the adult medicine.

Will chug a whole bottle of it means he doesn’t have to stomach something that tastes like “cherry and armpit”

I get vibes that this fella really REALLY likes miso soup

Also really likes Oreo cookies.

“ASAHI YOU GOTTA TRY THESE”

One time ate a whole sleeve before practice and ended up pulling a Hinata

And by that I mean he spent an hour and a half following practice mopping up his vomit.

When his s/o is on their cycle, poor baby tries to be so supportive. Tries

“Babe do you want the lemon or lime?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The tampons! They come in lemon or lime.”

Is the absolute best at cuddles and is always on high alert, ready to grab whatever his s/o needs.

I can’t decide, but he’s either a die hard metal head, OR a classical music chump.

He definitely plays an instrument. Don’t know which one, but it’s definitely a wind instrument.

I get really big clarinet vibes. Like huge.

He’s hella good at it too.

The only one who knows this is Sugawara, who one day walked into the band room during lunch to try and find Daichi.

He def has a secret birthmark above his belly button he doesn’t tell the guys about

So because of this, he changes into his uniform in private.

Usually in a bathroom stall, or in another area of the locker room.

He does great at hiding it until Hinata ran in to take a “poop” as he would say.

“IS THAT THE BIRTHMARK?”

“HINATAAAAAAAA”

And then our resident ball of energy tackled the other resident ball of energy and was running his finger over it in amazement.

And that’s how the team found out that Noya is hella ticklish.

Thanks Hinata.

At least now they all have a way to relieve their stress.

Except for Noya who’s always on edge because of it.

Dogs>Cats for him

Probably has a weird obsession with snakes?

His family won’t let him have one, but he’s absolutely enamored by them.

When he went to Kageyama’s house one day and found out he had a snake, baby almost fainted.

“c a n I h o l d i t?”

Knows a lot of really random, but lifesaving facts.

“Red on yellow, kill a fellow. Red on black, friend of jack.”

“The hell does that mean?”

“It means that if you see a red and yellow snake you should probably skedaddle!”

A GOD at design.

Interior, graphic, fashion. You name it, he knows it.

“Too many ruffles here. Make it flat.”

“Move this photo over, too much negative space.”

“I feel like a plant would look good here. Or a random sculpture.”

“Noya this is just a project.”

“SHUT IT TANAKA! I’m in my element!”

Time for my favorite HC of all:

Because he’s so good at design, he’s 100% on the yearbook staff.

Obviously can’t cover volleyball, so I like to think that he directs the photographer before the game.

Is really good at coming up with page titles.

Like for volleyball, “Can You Dig It?” or for golf, “Putting In Effort.”

He definitely knows how to sew. You can’t tell me that he doesn’t just r a d i a t e that vibe.

Will take his s/o fishing for a date. (Yes just like in the canonical series)

Doesn’t really own that many shoes.

Like he’s got sneakers, his court shoes, a pair of sandals and formal shoes. That’s it.

He just wears sneakers everywhere.

Favorite ice cream flavor is, you guessed it, cookies and cream.

His phone is a l w a y s charged. Like practically completely.

Spotify>

Even though his phone is charged, he has no storage.

Luckily, Asahi being the sweetest baby he is, lets Noya download a few games on his phone.

“Asahiiiiii can I please play Toy Blast?”

Toy Blast is like all this man plays. He’s gotta he on like level 2840

Baking>cooking even though he’s kinda bad at it.

Likes to sing when he’s alone.

Doesn’t mean he’s that great at it though.

And last but not least

Mans is

Has been

And always will be

a GOD at Just Dance.

#haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #haikyu #Haikyu!! #yuu #yuu nishinoya #Nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya scenarios #nishinoya headcanons #noya #nishinoya imagine

[retrievablememories]

fool me once | ten (m)

title: fool me once pairing: ten x black!reader genre: smut request: “Hi I’m new to your page and I just wanted to say I love your writing so much and I’ve started writing my own because of you🥺and also if requests are still open can you do a black Poc with Ten and she does a prank on Ten which ends up with her ass up and face down or anything with Ten being a dom🤭” word count: 2.7k warnings: dom!male, sub!female, fingering, orgasm denial, spanking, use of restraints, use of vibrator, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay, dirty talk a/n: i planned to write this one later, but i needed to get this off my chest now because it was haunting me lmao. don’t try any of these pranks at home 🚫

Playing pranks on your boyfriend is one of your favorite pastimes. Maybe to your own detriment. 

You’d been messing with him all week, but mostly because you hadn’t seen him in a while, and in your reasoning, it was your way of showing him how much you missed him. Some people’s love language involves buying gifts and writing sweet poems for their loved ones; yours just happened to involve getting on your boyfriend’s nerves.

He wasn’t very happy when you tricked him into eating an Oreo with toothpaste in the middle instead of cream. Or when you hid one shoe in every pair he owns so he had to leave the house in mismatched ones. He was even less amused when you wrapped his entire car in saran wrap the night before he was supposed to go meet up with the WayV members.

You’d been wondering when it would happen, almost certain that the saran wrap prank would take him over the edge, but Ten finally hits a breaking point after your latest idea. This time, you invited him to come over to your house and left the door unlocked for him to get in by himself. 

You listen quietly from the doorway as you hear him pulling into the driveway and coming up the front walkway, your hand over your mouth to stop your giggles from bursting out. You rush into the kitchen before he comes in.

The only thing Ten can register as he opens the door is what looks like a dozen spiders jumping out at him, which makes him scream and fall back on the porch. He trips as he jumps back, which causes him to bust his ass and go rolling down the porch steps. When he manages to get himself upright again, he notices one of your neighbors watching the spectacle from their yard, looking at him like he’s a complete fool.

You watch it all happen from your spot where you crouch in the kitchen doorway, laughing the entire time. Ten stumbles back to the entryway and quickly realizes the “spiders” are just a row of fake toys glued to a clear string, and he rips it off the top of the door. When he spots you, you laugh even louder at his red face and upset expression. “Y/N! What the fuck is this?!”

Ten slams the door shut behind him and throws his bag to the floor, and you immediately take off when you see him coming towards you. All you hear is his feet hitting the floor as he chases you through the kitchen and up the stairs. You duck into your bedroom and try to slam the door to slow him down, but he pushes his way in before you can even think about locking it and ends up wrestling you to the bed.

“Ow! Quit manhandling me, you’re so mean!”

“I’m mean? You’ve been tormenting me with this shit for days now!”

Ten manages to get you on your stomach and put his weight on you, then begins searching underneath your pillow for something. When he finds it, he pulls it out triumphantly and ties your hands behind your back with it—your own headscarf. You can guess that he’s chosen it because he knows you won’t struggle too hard against it, not wanting to rip the material. “This is so fucked up,” you say breathlessly, though you’ve yet to stop laughing.

“You’ll find out real quick that you can’t always get away with everything.” He resituates himself so he can pull you over his lap and grab a handful of your ass, and you already know what’s coming. Still, when he pulls back and spanks you, you yelp from the shock of it. There is a part of you, though, that enjoys the feeling of it—of his hand coming down hard on your ass, leaving a sharp sting even through the fabric of your shorts.

He makes you count to 20, which leaves your ass burning fiercely by the end of his punishment. When Ten feels you’ve had enough, he strips your shorts and underwear off together, caressing your stinging skin with an unexpected gentleness. You know him well enough to understand that there’s something else on the other side of this merciful behavior, though, and you try to brace yourself for whatever that might be. 

As you thought, Ten nudges your thighs apart a tad wider, and that touch is all the forewarning you get before two of his fingers are knuckle-deep in you. You gasp and tremble against his body at the sudden stretch and pleasure of him pushing his way inside you. Your toes curl from it, and you try to draw ragged breaths as he fingerfucks you, thrusting into your tender g-spot. He’s always known exactly where to strike to weaken all your defenses.

“Tennn, this isn’t fair…” Your arm muscles ache from their positioning and from you trying to resist the urge to struggle against your bonds.

“You think this isn’t fair? We’ve barely started.”

There isn’t much you can do except lie across his lap and take what he’s giving you, whimpering quietly all the time. Unfortunately for you, what he gives you turns out not to be as much as you thought it’d be. It doesn’t take long for that familiar tightening in your abdomen to start, and you push your hips up more, trying to reach that peak faster. Ten doesn’t cave to your desires, though, and stills inside you, letting you clench fruitlessly around his fingers.

“Please don’t stop,” you moan, though your imminent relief is already slipping away from you.

“You’ll come when I decide you should, Y/N.”

When your pleasure has dropped down from its former peak, Ten begins moving his fingers in you again, building you right back up. He pulls them out at one point to rub your clit, making your muscles tense and release as he massages that oversensitive part of you. The way his graceful fingers circle around your pearl makes your head swim, and you have to try not to drool a bit from the ecstasy of it.

This time you keep yourself as quiet as possible as you get nearer, not wanting him to find out you’re about to come and stopping it again. That doesn’t work though—of course. He knows you better than that. As soon as you think you might actually get to come, he pulls his hand away from you yet again. You twist around impatiently on his lap, which makes him slap your ass.

“Stop being such a brat and behave for once. Do you think I’m gonna give you my dick with you acting like this?”

You keep your lips pressed together, some part of you not wanting to let him have the upperhand even though he’s already long had it. You have to open your mouth to scream, though, when he spanks you harder than before.

“Answer me, Y/N.” The sound of his demanding voice makes you twitch around his fingers, and you’re sure he can feel it.

“I-I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” 

Ten removes his wet fingers from you and rearranges your body on the bed stomach-down. You sigh deeply, still upset at getting no orgasm, but you let him maneuver you however he likes. He pulls your hips up so your head is resting on the pillow and your ass is offered up to him.

“Arch your back for me,” he says, his hand pressing against the small of your back. You moan softly at his words, doing as he asks.

You can’t see what he’s doing behind you, but you hear him moving around. Your body jerks at the sudden feeling of his dick sliding through your lower lips.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” His tip teases you but doesn’t enter, and you’re almost ready to shout with how pent-up and frustrated you are, though you also know doing that will only make things harder for you.

“I’ll be good,” you say quietly.

Ten spanks you on a sore spot, which makes your legs shake a bit as you try to hold your positioning. “I couldn’t hear you.”

Your voice trembles as you speak louder. “I promise I’ll be good, just, please…”

“Please what? Do you want to drag this out all night?”

“Please fuck me.”

There’s no concealing the groan that comes from your lips after he finally decides to settle himself inside you, especially with it being so long since you’ve felt him properly. You want to push back on him, but he holds your hips still. Your hands twist aimlessly, wishing you could feel him under your fingertips.

His first thrusts are not very fast but more forceful than anything, making your skin slap together loudly. Your forehead is shining with sweat as you try to keep your breathing even, though it’s hard to inhale properly between the noises spilling from you.

“If only the neighbors could hear you right now. Should we open the window so they can listen to you scream my name?”

“Fuck, d-don’t.” You can’t tell whether he’s being serious or not, but you don’t want to take the chance. You’re too busy savoring his deep thrusts inside you, his tip rubbing against your tender spot.

“Don’t lie.” Ten’s hand creeps to the back of your neck, tugging at your hair—only gently, though, as he knows not to go yanking shit. Still, the extra stimulation at your nape makes you cry out. “You like embarrassing me in front of the neighbors; why don’t I embarrass you?” When he quickens his pace, you find it impossible to keep quiet, begging him to please let you cum this time.

“I’m gonna come, Ten, p-please, let me…” Your words turn to babbling even as you try to keep your mind straight. The pleasure clouding your brain lessens, though, when he slows his thrusts a bit. You think he’s going to edge you again, and you nearly sob from frustration.

“Mmm….should I?” The way he moves his hips into you is fluid like water, the smooth rocking motion of it more than enough to make up for the slower pace. “Do you deserve to come?”

It takes you a few moments to get your voice stable enough to reply, especially with him still fucking into you the entire time. Your orgasm is looming on the horizon despite him insistently denying you, and you hope that he’ll give you permission. Either way, you don’t think you can hold it back anymore. “Y-yes, I’ve been a good g-girl. Just like you t-told me to. Please....”

Ten smirks from behind you, though you can’t see this. “Then let me feel you. Come on me, baby.”

His free hand slips to your clit and this is enough to tip the scales for you, a pure flood of euphoria running through your veins and enveloping your nerves. He keeps his other hand in your hair so you won’t try to muffle your noises in the pillow, and you’re left to cry and pant his name into the air, your speech quickly becoming incoherent.

Ten spills deeply into you not long after your own end, holding himself there and letting his cum paint your inner walls while a litany of pretty moans cascades from his lips. When he pulls out, he quickly pushes his fingers into you again, making you pant desperately, unsure whether to push closer to his probing hand or pull away from the overstimulation.

You don’t have to think about it too long, because he soon takes them back out and shuffles up the bed to be at eye-level with you. You let your bottom half sink back to the mattress, feeling incredibly well-fucked. While staring into your eyes, Ten pushes his wet fingers against your lips—the ones still covered in both of your fluids. You willingly accept them, and he watches as you clean everything up.

You’re getting sleepy now, and you lie prone as you let Ten untie your scarf and set your wrists free, finally. He massages the skin there, which is a little indented from the fabric. Your eyes drift closed as he does this. You don’t think of anything suspicious when you feel him turning you on your back; nor do you bother to open your eyes when you hear the bedside drawer opening.

He shuffles around on the bed some more, and it’s only when you hear a familiar buzzing do your eyes fly open. Ten sits there in front of you holding your Hitachi wand like it’s a threat.

“We’re not finished yet.”

“You can’t be serious,” you say, your heart rate picking up again as he slips his way down your body. “Ten, I don’t think I can take anymore—” Your legs shake involuntarily when he presses the round tip of the vibrator against your clit, and you gasp loudly. He situates himself neatly between your legs to keep them open as he presses two of his fingers into you. He momentarily removes them to slide them through your lower lips and across your clit, using your combined cum as lube to make the vibrator move against you more smoothly.

Soon, Ten’s back inside you like he never left, hooking his fingers into your g-spot and circling the vibrator over your clit in a tight rhythm. You grasp at the pillow and sheets beneath you, trying to hold onto some sense of stability as he pushes your oversensitive body even further. Your whole being is electrified, your hips arching and legs twisting recklessly as Ten gives you more than what you think you can handle.

The sound of him fingering you is magnified by all the slick between your legs and his own cum, and it makes a mess of the sheets as he does. He’s mostly unphased by all your moving around, keeping the vibrator on you and his index and middle fingers deep inside you as you plead for him. You try to bite your shirt to silence yourself, but it doesn’t do much good to quiet you.

Something you haven’t quite felt before rises inside you as you edge closer to yet another orgasm, and you’re a little afraid of it.

“W-wait, this feels—Oh my God, I think I’m gonna—” Fueled by your cries, Ten turns the vibrator up to its next speed, which makes your legs tense up. You’re almost crying as you cum, squeezing tightly around his fingers, except there’s more gushing out of you this time. You end up wetting his forearm and the sheets underneath you from it. 

Ten pushes his face into you to taste you, his tongue and the vibrator working you over and causing you to squirt again. You’re a little shocked and embarrassed about cumming on his face, though you don’t have too much thought to give to those emotions as you’re swept up in a slew of smaller orgasms.

You’re not entirely sure when it all ends, convinced you must’ve blacked out at some point. All you know is that your face is wet with tear-streaks and your body is saturated with tremors afterwards. Ten is face-to-face with you now, pulling a few pieces of hair away from your cheek.

“Are you still alive?” He laughs, though his voice is tender.

“...Just barely.”

Ten reaches for the nightstand again and your whole body reacts as you use what strength you have left to tug on his arm. “No!! I’m not kidding Ten, I’m going to die—”

Ten looks at you with amusement, holding a water bottle in your face. “I’m only getting this. You’re probably dehydrated...you squirted like, everywhere.”

Your skin warms at that. “Whose fault is that?” you say tiredly, glaring at him, though you accept the water when he puts the bottle to your lips.

Ten gives you a small smile and runs his finger along the bridge of your nose. “Think about that the next time you try to play a prank on me.”

#ten smut #wayv smut #wayv fic #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #ten imagines #ten scenarios #ten fic #superm #superm imagines #superm fic #superm scenarios #superm smut #wayv #ambw fic #ambw scenarios #ambw smut #ambw kpop #ambw imagines #ambw

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mgg fluff!!! like maybe a super cute romantic date where you both dress up or something like that 🥺

I’ve been writing so much smut the idea of writing a scenario without sex is actually feeling foreign rn WOW lmao ok this was fun to write. here’s some fancy-date pure fluff for you, babe!

summary: Matthew takes reader out for a fancy dinner, and the two make the most of their evening together. 

word count: 2.1k

content warnings: none! short but sweet. 

I swipe the glossy red shade over my lower lip, touching up my makeup before we head out tonight. despite the fact that we’ve been dating for a few months now, the idea of Matthew taking me out to eat-- really taking me out-- is making me positively giddy.

capping the tube and doing a quick once-over in the mirror, I admire the dress I’m wearing. it’s new, something I may or may not have splurged on after work today. it’s a creamy, inky shade, the color of pitch with an open back that I would normally never deign to wear. but something about it, the way the fabric sits against my shoulder blades, makes me confident.

after fluffing up my hair a little, I move into the living room to join my boyfriend. he’s fixing one of his monogrammed cuff links, and he looks up at the sound of my footsteps.

his eyes run over me, the bloom of my mouth and the dress, and he smiles dreamily, not saying anything. my stomach is overflowing with butterflies as I look at him in his suit, so well-dressed. we stare at each other for a moment.

“so?” I grin, walking over to him and running my hands up his chest. “how do I look?”

“you...” his gaze flickers to my pout, then my form. “you’re an angel.”

I reach up and am about to kiss his cheek when I remember that I’ve got lipstick on. “I’ll kiss you later.”

“that’s fine,” he sighs, then takes my hand and spins me around in front of him. “I’m still in shock from how beautiful you are!” he says the last few words in his stupid monster voice, reaching out and tickling my sides while he pulls me into him.

“Matthew!” I squeal, trying to breathe through the laughter. he knows I’m especially ticklish. once he finally relents, I look up at him with a huge smile on my face. sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming with him.

“we’re gonna be late, baby.” he tugs on my earlobe playfully before taking my hand again and leading me into the entryway so we can put our coats on. winter is just starting, dusting the sidewalks with fluffy snow and blowing wind in our faces as we start walking to the car. he holds the door open, as usual, and before long, we’re off to the restaurant.

even though Matthew is a bit of a reckless driver, I trust him. I’ve never told him this, but I love the way he places his hand on the back of my seat and turns around to assess the road behind him before he pulls out. something about it makes my blood warm up. he catches me looking, smiles and asks if I’m okay.

I’m fucking fabulous.

the restaurant is way fancier than I even imagined: cavernous ceilings that drip with chandeliers and walls covered in expensive-looking art. velvet curtains cover the windows, creating a wine-red ambiance of jazz and gentle conversation.

I must look dumb just staring at everything, but Matthew goes to the maitre d’ and gets our reservation ready. we never go on dates this fancy; most of the time, we stay in and binge watch old movies or play board games or just talk. he said he wanted to treat me, though, so I’m more than happy to go along with it.

part of me feels slightly out-of-place as the host leads us to a secluded table, walking past rich-looking couples or groups of people who appear to be socialites. as much as I wish I could blend in with this crowd, I keep worrying that I’m going to trip or somehow break something. elegant situations tend to make me especially clumsy.

once we’re seated and handed our menus, the host leaves us to talk.

“wow.” my eyebrows raise as I check out the options. Matthew looks up.

“what?”

“this place is fancy.” the corners of my mouth tug upwards. some of the items are in French, which makes the process even harder to untangle.

“too much?” he’s a bit wary as he asks, like he’s afraid I don’t like it.

“no, no.” I laugh. “I’m just impressed.”

“you wanna get a bottle of wine?” he asks softly, grabbing the wine menu. I nod.

“sounds good.” I think for a second. “do you happen to speak French?”

“dónde está el baño?” he jokes. before I can stop myself, I reach over the table and hit his arm, both of us laughing. it must be a bit too loud, because a couple people around us turn their heads. I settle back in my seat.

“that wasn’t funny.” I’m giggling.

“I wish I knew French.” he muses, still perusing the wine selection. I sigh.

“honestly, me, too. very sophisticated.”

“are we supposed to pair our wine with our food?” he whispers over the table.

“you think I know the protocol for this kind of place?” I hiss back.

“you know, what? who cares?” he sets down the menu and gives me a resigned smile. Matthew has always been uninhibited, and him deciding to just go with the flow gives me a warm feeling in my tummy. it’s one of the most attractive things about him, in my opinion.  

when the waiter comes to take our orders, Matthew and I just get a merlot and filet mignon, both of us starving. in the meantime, we talk about his day and my day and he tells a funny story about his friend. somehow, he and I always have the best conversations, even if they’re about nothing at all.

literally you could ask us to discuss paint drying and we’d find a way to laugh about it.

“I was thinking... I’m gonna have a vacation soon,” he trails off, the antique ring on his pinky finger clinking against his wine glass. “maybe we could go somewhere?”

“somewhere like...?” I gesture for him to keep talking. he grins.

“you can decide. as long as it’s fun.”

“what? no, you can’t put that pressure on me, Matthew.” I laugh. there are so many places I want to see, and places that I know he wants to see, that I don’t wanna pick the wrong place.

“why not?”

“well, let’s do this,” I sit up more, resting my elbows on the table. the candle in the middle of the table flickers, casting his features in a pretty glow. “you list some places you’d like to visit, and if there’s some overlap, we’ll do that.”

“okay.” he rubs his hands together, then starts to think about it. I wait patiently, sip my wine and start to imagine how many possibilities there are for us. hiking along mountain trails, zip-lining through rainforests. if I’m being honest, I kind of just want to relax.

he breaks my train of thought as soon as he begins to tack off places.

“we could go to Costa Rica, or Croatia, or Mauritius... the Azores...”

“oooh, you know, I’ve heard the Azores are absolutely gorgeous.” my eyes sparkle as I think about the little islands. “and they’ve got these super nice hot springs, too.”

“private hot springs?” he asks me over the rim of his glass. my spine tingles with the implication.

“you wanna fuck in a hot spring?” I almost laugh. he reaches across the table and twines his fingers with mine, thumb rubbing over the back of my hand softly.

“I wanna do it on every continent.” he winks, then pulls away as our food arrives. I try to suppress the heat rushing to my cheeks and regain my composure even though my entire nervous system feels like it’s short-circuiting at the thought.

I try to put those images out of my mind before we thank the waiter, and then we’re staring down at the plates in front of us with surprise. the portions are ridiculously small-- mignon usually isn’t that big, but it’s such a fancy-restaurant-move.

Matthew and I start to giggle to ourselves, picking up our forks and eating. I’m not upset or anything; it’s sort of funny. instead, we share asparagus and dig into the meal.

“do you think they’ll be mad at us for laughing at the nickel-sized food?” I question. it’s really tasty, to be fair, but I have to take small bites so as not to mess up my lipstick.

“for the amount they’re charging, they’re probably the ones laughing.” he replies. I snort, reach up, and he high-fives me.

“that was good.” I concede.

“thanks,” he smiles, wipes his mouth with a napkin before focusing back on me. “so, back to the topic at hand-- are we going to the Azores?”

“only if you want to.” I smile.

“I’m the one that suggested it.”

“okay, then. I guess it’s settled.” I shrug. we set our forks down, done with our food already after about twenty minutes. we start to talk logistics and things we want to do there, excitement building in my stomach the whole time. I love spending time with Matthew-- having him all to myself for a couple weeks sounds like literal paradise.

he looks so pretty right now, too, with his glasses and fluffy hair and the ever-present smile. everything about him exudes positive energy, and I’ll never get over that sensation. I just can’t believe how lucky I am.

“I have an urgent question.” he tells me suddenly, completely serious. I straighten up and frown at him.

“shoot.”

“do you think we can get ice cream? somewhere else?” he asks. I make a face at the way he set me up for suspense, but the relief is overwhelming and my stomach still isn’t full from the small filet. I nod quickly.

he gets the waiter’s attention, pays, and before I know it, we’re walking back to the car.

“thank you.” I nudge his shoulder with my own, both of us bundled up in our coats. he leans down to kiss the top of my head before wrapping his arm around me.

“of course, darling.”

I like his little pet names, how he says them with the kind of sweetness that nearly rots my teeth. even if Matthew didn’t tell me he loved me every day, I would be able to tell just from the way he speaks. like I’m the only girl in the world.

we end up driving to a small ice cream shop by our home, a place that we always visit during the summer if it gets hot and we want sugar. there’s almost nobody inside and we look sort of absurd in our fancy attire, but when I get to the counter to order, I let loose.

salted caramel with oreo crumbles in a waffle cone, piled high. he gets chocolate fudge and we lick at our confections while he pays. it’s so yummy, hitting the spot in a way that a small slice of steak just couldn’t. even though it’s winter, ice cream is always good.

“is my lipstick all gone?” I grin, looking up from my cone to ask. we go to sit in the back room of the shop, which is completely empty.

“mostly, but there’s a little bit...” he grabs my face across the table and guides me to him, sliding his tongue over my lower lip and pulling away to smirk. “got it.”

“uh huh.” I chuckle.

“you taste sweet.”

“you wanna lick?” I offer my cone and he nods, trying it before offering me his own.

“literally how is ice cream so good?” I ask as we go back to our treats. music from the 50′s is playing over the speakers, delightfully saccharine as we just enjoy each other’s presence.

“no idea. but I love the person who invented it.” he says dreamily. “also, sorry about tonight. I know it was kind of a bust.”

“what?” I stop eating for a second. “Matthew, that wan’t a bust!”

“the portions were so small.” he can’t get over this. I snicker to myself.

“sure, but I had a great time.”

“are you sure? I can plan something else special for us.” he gives me puppy dog eyes, afraid that I’m disappointed. I could never be disappointed by a date with him.

“don’t worry about that. let me do the work next time.” I shrug.

“like?”

“like I’ll make an itinerary for our trip. that way you don’t have to stress about activities.”

“you and your itineraries.” he shakes his head slowly, but he’s laughing.

“have they ever failed?” I ask, then tap my finger to my ear as if daring him to reply. when he just smirks in response, I get smug. “that’s what I thought.”

“I love you.” the words come out of nowhere, a heavy sentiment for a light-hearted conversation. every time he says it, I feel it. that deep, burning adoration in my bones. I admire him for a moment.

“I love you, too.”

#matthew gray gubler #mgg fluff #mgg oneshot

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A One Night Stand (Chapter One)

Showing up to a slytherins party is all fun and games until you wake up in a bed thats not yours, and in a common room that's not even close to yours, with a boy beside you

Word Count-2.2K

Warning! Smut, hard core 18+

A/N: If you really wanna get in the mood of this story, listen to This Playlist, it’s what I wrote this story too, enjoy. I also am sitting alone in bed, eating Oreo and never feeling more lonley.

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“Sam are you actually going to that party?” Hermione asked her best friend, Samantha Douglas as she dug herself in her closet, looking around blanketly. After a couple minutes of silent Sam pulled out with a smile turning to Hermione.

“I was invited, and so was everyone else, to celebrate letting loose, why don’t you come with me?” Sam smiled, holding a black dress up in the air, thing straps, her right leg would stick out and just laid to her ankles. “Plus, just before the winter break, and i’m sure Mclaggon has a thing, would love to see you there,” She smirked looking at Hermione.

Hermione blushed shaking her head. “Everyone was invited, if Harry and Ron go then i’ll go,” Hermione turned on her heels with a big of a smile, walking out the door, leaving Sam to do her own thing.

She wasn’t alone for long before Parvati Patil bursted in with a smile. “OH you’re going to the Slytherin party I hear?” She said with a smile, holding a drapped dress over her arms.

“And you are as well?” Sam asked smiling brightly and holding her dress up in the air. “Good, because I didn’t wanna get ready on my own,” Parvati let out a laugh as Sam walked to the bathroom, keeping the door open just a bit.

Both girls had used their wands to quickly do their makeup, grateful that they had found the right spell for it, hair as well. Sam had her hair in a loose bun well Pavarti curled her hair just at the ends.

“So I was thinking!” Pavatis said quickly with a smile, undrapped her dress. “Little ruthless tonight don’t you think,”

“Ruthless is my middle name!” Sam shouted slipping her dress on, she zipped up her dress and walked out. “How do I look?” She asked with a smile, turning around so Pavarti could see all. 

“You look like your gonna get some tonight,” Parvati laughed slipping on the rest of her dress. “What about this?” She asked smirking and turning around. Parvati had warn a short yellow dress, looking stunning.

“Like you’re gonna be getting something good tonight,” Sam laughed shaking her head. “Shell we go?” She asked grabbing her wand.

“I think so, hopefully Hermione lightens up and joins us latter,” Pavarti opened the door and the two girls walked out.

Hermione, Harry and Ron all sat on the common room couch, chatting along, but they soon stopped talking as they seen the two girls.

“Hope to see you at the party tonight,” Sam smiled, Ron had looked as both girls confused, Harry smirking and Hermione shaking her head.

“Don’t come back to late, we won’t wait up,” Hermione shouted at Parvati and Sam chuckled at they walked out.

The two girls took a secret passage, just laid outside the common room, it was a statue of a guardsman, leading to a slide.

“You first,” Parvati suggested opening up the passage. Sam shook her head, leaning forward and looking down the dark tunnel. 

“Meet you there,” Sam placed herself on the ground, putting her legs first into the slide then looked back at Parvati. “Don’t forget to shut it,” Pavarti pushed Sam surprised, causing her to let out a little laugh as she slide down on her back.

Sliding for a couple seconds before landing in a ball bit, placed by Pansy Parkinson at Sams request.

“Didn’t think you’d ever show up Sammy,” Pansy greeted, helping Sam up quickly from the bit, the Slytherin common room was already beaming with music, people dancing, drinks in everyone's hands.

Pavarti game flying down in a laughing fit, causing Sam and Pansy to laugh, helping the girl out.

“Oi Douglas, got you a drink!” Draco shouted over the music, walking over to Sam who turned in his direction with a smile.

“Oi Malfoy, nice seeing you here!” Sam laughed taking the drink out of Draco's hand and taking a sip. “What is it!” She asked looking in at the dark liquid in her cup.

“Thats a secret!” Blaise shouted, walking beside Draco with a smile. “I was thinking you weren’t gonna show up, thought you chickened out,” He teased Sam making her roll her eyes.

“And miss seeing the action, never,” Sam took the rest of her drink and handing her cup to Blaise. “I could use a refill thought,” 

Blaise smirked, taking his wand out of his pocket and waving it over the cup, letting it refill itself.

“Dance with me Sammy!” Pansy shouted, taking Sams hand as she grabbed her drink, she smiled at Draco and Blaise, then Parvati who had been already dancing with a group of girls.

Pansy, Parvati and Sam all danced, the music had turned to a soft rap, causing the three girls to dance, their drinks refilling themselves with a charm.

Sams hands were in the air, her drink unable to spill as she spun around, the music had overtaken everything, her heart vibrated, without a care in the world from her now.

It hadn’t taken long before Sam had felt buzzed, Parvati migrating over onto the corner couch, taking to Adrian Pucey who had a bottle in his hands. 

“Can I have a dance?” Blaise asked coming behind Sam. She quickly turned around, stumbling but Blaise took his free hand, placing his on her waist.

“Thank you,” Sam chuckled cocking her head and looking up at Blaise. “This is a nice party, did a pretty good job with the drinks!” She had shouted louder then she thoughts.

“You look really nice tonight!” Blaise chucked his drink, then leaning down and placing his empty cup on the ground.

Sam blushed at his remark, looking down at his hands that were completely around her waist now. Without thinking she placed her hands around his shoulder, looking up at him.

“You look very nice as well Blaise Zabini,” Her lips curled with a smirk. “Thanks for inviting me, I really needed a night out!” Blaises face had become clearer to Sam. He had dark brown eyes, going darker the more he drank, dimples that made Sams heart beat harder, not like her heart had been almost beating out of her chest.

But Blaise had been looking at Sam the same way, admiring her half down ponytail, to her light brown eyes, all the way down to her collar bone, then lower.

“Sam!” Pansy shouted jumping almost completely on Sam. “Pavarti just went up stairs with Adrian,” She laughed loudly, causing Sam to move her hands off of Blaise and turning to Pansy.

“OH my!” Sam laughed, shaking her head, Blaises hands were still wrapped around Sams waist, but she hadn’t seemed to mind.

“Pansy!” Draco shouted walking over. He looked at Blaise, then down at his arms. “Come on, dance with me!” He grabbed Pansys hands, dragging her away from Blaise and Sam.

Who’s back at now been turned, placed on Blaises chest.

“Hello,” Sam smirked, looking over her shoulder and up at Blaise who had looking down at Sam.

“Having fun?” Blaise asked at Sam leaned her head back, moving her hand from side to side with her eyes closed.

“The time of my life!” Sam shouted, she moved her hands, landing them on her stomach, where Blaises hands were. “I feel hot!” She laughed making Blaises laugh.

Blaises moved his arms a bit, helping Sam turn around so they were again, face to face.

“Have I told you how pretty you look tonight!?” Blaises asked, telling Sam again, his arms placed on her waist still.

“Blaise,” Sam blushes, looking around her, everyone seemed to be totalled, having been here for almost two hours, the party had already been going on for a hour. 

Sam looked back at Blaise, she had been almost five inches shorter than him, not able to be face to face, but looking straight she’d been at his chin.

Without, again, thinking, she leaned herself forward, looking at Blaises lips, their lips only inches, hardly away from each other, Blaise leaned forwards, his lips nicked at Sams, both equally drunk, losing count at how many drinks they’d had.

It hadn’t taken long before Blaises hands went to the back of Sams back, pulling her closer to him. The both kissing each other fast. 

The pair pulled back, both out of breath, Sam smirked, Blaise taken by surprise, looking at Sam, his heart beating out of control.

Blaise let go of Sams hand, winking at her before taking off, grabbing his drink off the floor and walking up the stairs, he looked back at Sam, who was looking at him confused. He stuck his hands out, companding her to follow him up.

Sam looked around the room, everyone not paying attention to what had just happened. She grabbed her drink, chucking the rest before following Blaise up the stairs.

Blaise was already gone, in his room, waiting for Sam. She came into the rooms only seconds later, looking at Blaise.

Her whole perception off him changed. His Black shirt projected his biceps, his stands and all, turned Sam on.

Sam smirked, closing the door behind her and locking it. Taking Blaise by a shock, but he walked forward, cornering Sam into the wall.

“You’re really testing me out huh?” Blaise whispered, placing his hands on Sams lower back, towering over her completely.

“Just getting what I want,” Sam hummed up, looking up at Blaise who had a smirk on his face. His hands now placed on her bare skin, causing Sam to shiver.

“Oh you’re gonna get it,” Blaise mumbled, leaning down and placing his lips on Sams once more, Sam moved herself forward, placing her chest on Blaises.

Sam placed her hands on Blaises chest, smiling deeping as she pushed Blaise to his bed, causing him to sit down.

“Feisty,” Blaise smirked at Sam placed herself on Blaises lap, leaning forwards and planting love bits on his neck. Both her legs strapped on him.

“Blaise,” Sam moaned him Blaises neck as she bit softy, Blaises hands went back to Sam's back, reaching down the top of her dress and unhooking her bra. With the help of Sam her bra was thrown across the room.

Sam had moved from Blaises neck, leaving a dark hickey. She looked at his button up shirted. Her fingers reaching for the buttons and undoing them all, revealing Blaises tones abes.

“Fuck your hot,” Blaises whispered backing more on the bed, helping Sam poston good to that she was on top of him. Blaises grabbed his wand that laid beside him, shutting the curtains around his bed.

“You have no idea,” Sam whispered moving herself down a bit, leaning down and planting a kiss on Blaises Abs, kissing each one before moving down, deeping kissing down his V-line before meeting his belt.

“Fuck Sam,” Blaise moaned, leaning his had back at Sam slowly undid his belt, tossing at away and unbuttoning his pants.

Hearing Blaise moan her name caused her whole body to shiver, Blaise helped taking his pants off, throwing them aggressively across the room, exposing his cock.

Sam smirked, looking up at Blaise, then opening her mouth and taking everything in. Her hands gripping the bottom of his cock, stroking as she moved her mouth up and down.

Blaise let out a moan, grabbing Sams hair and holding tight, Sam had eventually moved faster, when she looked up at Blase his head had been back on in his pillow.

As she felt his cock twist in her mouth she slowly stopped, Blaise’s hand came out from Sams hair.

Sam licked her lips, Blaise opened his eyes, grabbing Sam and putting his leg over and flipping her onto her back.

“What are you gonna do to me?” Sam teases, her dress still on. But not for long as Blaise smirking, him completely nude. His hands grabbing Sams strapped. pulling them down.

With Sams help now, she slipping her dress off, Blaise tossing it off her bed, exposing just her panties.

“Oh you’ll like it,” Blaise whispered leaning down, his right hand placed on Sams boob, kissing her stomach, his other hand on her thigh, grabbing hard.

“Blaise,” Sam moaned, causing Blaise to completely move down, both his hands placed on Sams panties, as he tugged them off, tossing them away, exposing her sweet spot.

Blaise went right in, placing both his hands on Sams legs, guiding them up, his hands moving to her V-line, holding tight as his tongue roamed around her pussy.

Sam let out a deep moan, grabbing the sheets on each side. Her head now barried into the pillow.

She moaned again, Blaises name,  her nails digging into her palm. 

“Blaise I-I-I’m gon-,” That was all Sam said before Blaise moved up, coming face. to face with Sam.

“Fuck,” Blaise mumbled before leaning down and kissing Sams lip, her hands moved to his back as they both grinning on top of each others. Blaises cock rubbing against Sams pussy.

“Blaise I want you,” Sam mumbled. “I want you so bad,”  

Blaise nodded his head, not letting his lips move from Sams has his left arm reached down, guiding his cock to the right poston then moving forward.

The pair let out a synches moan, Sam's head falling to the pillow. Blaise grinding into Sam, pulling her hands from his back and pinning them down, pushing himself forward.

Sam moaned loudly, causing Blaise to go even faster, both as close to coming at each other.

Blaise let out a deep groan, his grip on Sams wrist became looser as he pulled himself out and falling down beside Sam who had felt so good, her pussy throbbing.

“That was,” Sam mumbled, out of breath, both breathing hard, sweat falling from Blaises face. Sam closed her eyes, leaning her head back and letting the room spin around her.

Blaise looking over at Sam, tossing the blanket over her exposed body then crawling under the blanket himself.

#Blaise Zabini #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini x y/n #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini x #Blaise Zabini Smut #DracoMalfoy #AdrianPucey #Blaise Zabini x reader smut

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🗓️ When did you create your blog? - 🖋️ What made you decide on your URL? - 📝 What was the name of your first fic? - 🏆 What is your favourite fic you’ve written and why? - ❤️ Who is your favourite character to write for? - 🥰 What’s the fic you’re most proud of? - 🎶 How do you get yourself in the mood to write? - 🤔 Have you got any fics planned? - 💕 What’s your favourite line in a fic you wrote?

HI LOVE!!!! Thank you so very much for these lovely asks! Sending hugs and I hope your day is going awesome! 🥰❤🥰

🗓I created my Blog in March of 2018, seems like forever ago haha

🖋My URL is my nickname, everyone calls me Jo for short, and then bean just kinda got stuck on the end there from friends and my birthday is on the 12th of Oct!

📝The name of my first fic is 'A Dream Come True' and it's a Bucky x reader and pretty much sums up how I feel about Bucky haha

🏆Favorite Fic I've ever written, I answered this one with my Top Shelf series earlier but I'm going to add this one called Nothing to Hide, it’s a Jefferson x reader! Love him! 🥰

❤️My favorite character to write for his definitely Bucky. I always like to think of him as this big strong teddy bear- he's been through so much and somehow managed to come out the other side still trying to do his best and I just love him.

🥰The fic I'm most proud of is probably anything I've written that's out of my comfort zone, so real angsty stuff. I'm not great at it and it always takes me longest to work through it! I wrote a 1940s!bucky fic called ‘It Ends with Us’ that I thought came out pretty good!

🎶I'm pretty much always in the mood to write and I always have a fic half written in my head hehe but if I need a little inspo I generally listen to music or sit outside, it always just helps sort of clear my mind!

🤔My current WIP list is LONG but some on there I'm real excited about- one is about Bucky and oreos.... DOUBLE YUM! :D

💕Oh shit, fav line in a fic...DAMN. That is a tough one- maybe this that Bucky said in my fic -What are the Odds?- "I want you to tell me every filthy thing you want me to do to you so I can do all of them.”

I mean- this is basically me- MY FILTHY THINGS LIST IS SUPER LONG BUCKY! hahahahahaha

Thank you SO MUCH love!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

#positivity sleepover #get to know the blogger #bucky barnes x reader #40s!bucky barnes x reader #jefferson x reader

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T H E B A S I C S Given Name: Rafael Caleb Isserlis Nicknames: His family all call him Ray, but most people just call him Rafael. Age: 30 Birthday: June 6th Zodiac Sign: Gemini Birthplace: Sunnyvale, California Current Location: Barcelona, Spain Speaks: English, Spanish, some Castilian, a bit of Hebrew but not much. Dominant Hand: Right Education: He graduated from UC Berkeley with a Bachelor of Arts degree. His original focus was Computer Software Engineering, but he switched his focus to Drawing and Painting in his sophomore year. Occupation: Bouncer at a strip club, and he has been working on a comic book with a friend (Rafael is working on the art, and his friend is the writer/story creator) for about a year. They hope to publish and sell it at some point soon. Vehicle: 2003 Opel Zafira in silver. Not the most attractive car, but he got it for cheap and it has been very reliable for him. Worldly Possessions: Lots of art supplies, a bunch of comic books, tons of dog toys, a photo album full of family pictures (put together for him by his mother before he moved to Spain), and tons of blankets and pillows because he loves to be comfy~ Pet(s): A black and white Mucuchi named Oreo. Rafael loves taking Oreo pretty much anywhere that dogs are allowed, and Oreo is always very happy to go on adventures.

A P P E A R A N C E Height: Just under 6’ Hair: He generally keeps it trimmed short just because it is easier to take care of, though he occasionally grows it out a little longer so the curls really show. He’s never dyed it before, so it is his natural dark brown color. Facial Hair: He always has at least a little bit of facial hair, even if it’s just some light scruffiness. He does like to let it grow out more sometimes. Eye Colour: Brown with some flecks of hazel Skin Tone: Dark, though the tone varies depending on the time of year. He is quite a bit darker in the warmer months thanks to his love of the outdoors. Clothing: He dresses casually for the most part, lots of jeans and t-shirts (especially band tees). If he’s working, he might wear a nice jacket as well. He almost always wears combat boots, unless he’s going running or hiking, then he’ll wear comfy sneakers. He loves wearing beanies, especially in colder weather, and he has them in a bunch of different colors. Although he doesn’t have much reason to dress up, he does look great in a suit and has some nice clothes on hand just in case. Distinguishing Marks: He has a couple of large tattoos on his chest, and a half sleeve on his left arm. He plans on getting more tattoos at some point, but he hasn’t decided what he wants or where. Face Claim: Jordan Calloway

H E A L T H Physical Health: Rafael is in excellent health– he loves doing any sort of physical activity, especially if it involves being outdoors, so he's very fit. He works out on a regular basis and eats quite healthy (though he's not opposed to a little junk food now and then). He gets sick now and then, just minor things like a cold or a mild case of the flu, but he's never been seriously sick or anything. Basically, Rafael takes great care of himself. Physical Abilities/Limitations: He can lift very heavy things thanks to his weight training at the gym. He's got good endurance/stamina– he can hike or run for quite a long time before needing a break. He's a good artist with a very distinctive style; he is constantly drawing, doodling on napkins, just keeping his hands busy whenever he can. Addictions: No addictions to speak of. Allergies: Citrus in general makes his mouth hurt, but sometimes he eats it anyway because he just can't resist. Mental Health: Generally good. He had a very stable upbringing with lots of supportive friends and family around. He is lucky enough to never have experienced any sort of mental illness or any really traumatic events in his life.

H I S T O R Y Summary: Rafael was born in Sunnyvale, California to wealthy parents (his mother is an OB/GYN, and his father is a very successful software engineer). He was the fourth of five children. He grew up surrounded by a very loving family, including much of his extended family, and had a near idyllic childhood. Growing up, Rafael always showed an aptitude for art– he was quite a skilled artist from a young age, but he also had a deep interest in his father’s work and loved all things to do with technology. He taught himself to code when he was about twelve years old and even made a couple of very basic games just to practice. Rafael was always a great student, not exactly straight A’s since he had a bit of a hard time in his literature classes and some of the more complicated math classes, but he never got any grades lower than a B, and he always tried his hardest and studied a lot, did extra credit whenever he could, etc. He also always had a lot of friends and was a bit girl crazy in high school, so he was always dating a new girl. He was on his high school’s soccer team as well– the PE coach always wanted him to go out for the football team, but Rafael hated football and still does, so he never bothered, preferring to use the time to do various volunteer projects or just hang out with his friends. Thanks to his excellent GPA and a wealth of extracurriculars and volunteer experience, Rafael had an easy time getting accepted into UC Berkeley. He initially majored in Computer Software Engineering, as he’d always planned– but after a trip across Europe with some of his friends just before his Sophomore year of college, he had a shift in perspective and realized that he really wanted to focus on his art after all. He changed his major to focus on Drawing and Painting, which was a bit of a surprise to his family, but they were, as always, very supportive of his decision, especially since it turned out he wouldn’t lose any progress toward his degree. After graduating, Rafael decided to do what he’d always wanted to do and live abroad. He decided on living in Spain, since he had taken nearly eight years of Spanish between high school and college and was almost fluent at that point. He spent a few years just travelling around Spain, exploring, working odd jobs, meeting people, just having a good time. Eventually he ended up settling in Barcelona after meeting a particularly good group of people, finding himself a quaint little house in the heart of the city, and getting a job as a bouncer in a local strip club. He has been there ever since. Job History: He didn't have his first job until college– he worked as a barista at a Starbucks on campus for his entire college career, which he actually really enjoyed. Once he moved to Spain and started traveling around, he did tons of odd jobs helping out with manual labor, working in restaurants, helping out around people's houses, doing yard work, just anything he could find that didn't require a lot of commitment. Once he settled in Barcelona, he took a job as a bouncer in a strip club because it paid decently well and fit into his schedule very nicely– that is where he's been ever since. Fondest Memories: Lots of happy childhood memories, too many to list actually. One of his fondest memories is his trip across Europe with his college friends. Plus all his adventures across Spain and the various times his sister Eliana has come to visit him. Worst Experiences: His paternal grandparents both died in a car accident when Rafael was fourteen, and that was probably the single worst experience of his life. A couple of his breakups were particularly rough on him as well.

C O M M U N I C A T I O N Speech Pace/Style: Definitely not a smooth talker, but not super awkward either (unless he’s trying to flirt). He’s laid back when he speaks, not overly formal, always seems pretty relaxed (again, unless he is attempting to flirt). He doesn’t talk excessively, but he’s not quiet or shy either, always loves to jump into a conversation, especially if it’s about a subject he’s interested in. If someone gets him started on a subject he’s passionate about, he gets very animated and excited about it. Accent: American accent, which sometimes comes through in his Spanish– though his Spanish accent, for the most part, is pretty good. Favorite Phrases or Words: He says “oh snap!” a lot when speaking English, something that rubbed off on him thanks to his younger sister. Usual Curse Words: He doesn’t curse a whole lot– it’s not that he’s offended by cursing or anything, he just kind of doesn’t think to curse unless he’s angry or really passionate about something.

P E R S O N A L I T Y, M I N D S E T, A N D B E L I E F S Personality Type: ENFP-A Sense of Humor: Rafael loves to laugh and has a pretty open sense of humor. The only type of humor he doesn’t vibe with is super offensive or raunchy/sexual humor, that’s just not his thing. But anything silly, clever, wordplay or puns, non-sequitur/weird humor, all of that is totally his cup of tea. Habits: Rafael is a bit fidgety and always has to be doing something with his hands. He can be still if he actively focuses on not fidgeting, but it's a little difficult for him. He's constantly drawing on napkins or little pieces of paper, on himself, and on others if they'll let him. If he doesn't have a pen handy then he'll crack his knuckles or he'll kinda rock back and forth on the balls of his feet. He just really cannot hold still unless his mind is fully occupied with something. Fears/Phobias: The whole idea of ghosts or demons really freaks him out. He also sometimes has a touch of existential dread and wonders if he’s going to be alone forever, but that usually doesn’t last long, just a sleepless night or two and then he gets past it. Strengths: Rafael is a very caring, sweet person who is genuinely interested in other people and loves to help whenever he can. He is attentive to people’s needs and tends to anticipate those needs in advance, so he is quite a thoughtful person. In general, he’s an optimist who likes to look on the bright side of things no matter how bad the situation may get and tries not to let the little things get him down. He is also very protective of those he loves, and though he is friendly to people almost all of the time, if anyone is rude to or tries to hurt someone he cares about, he won’t hesitate to speak up on behalf of or physically protect his loved one. Flaws: While his optimism is often a positive trait, Rafael sometimes takes it too far and doesn’t allow himself to just be sad or angry now and then, even when it would be good for him. He tends to suppress any emotion he perceives as negative instead of actually processing his feelings. In relationships, he can be a bit possessive and jealous at times, but he knows that’s his own problem and he really tries not to take it out on his partners. Hopes/Desires: He really hopes to get his comics published at some point– he just really wants to get them out there, even if they don’t get super popular or anything, he’s just really proud of their work and wants people to see it. He also really wants to find someone he can settle down with (or go on adventures with), someone he can spoil with tons of love and affection. He would love to get married and maybe have kids someday, but if his partner didn’t want children he would be okay with that also. Self-Esteem: Super good, honestly. He has his moments of insecurity just like anyone else, but overall he is comfortable with himself and believes himself to be a good person. Religion: Kinda Jewish, kinda atheist. It’s complicated.

R A N D O M Sleeping Position: Curled up on his right side, usually. Boxers or Briefs?: Boxers Day or Night?: Night for sure, he is naturally a night owl. Top or Bottom?: Probably top more than anything, but if he was with a partner that wanted to switch it up, he would happily give it a try~ Partying or Relaxing?: This would be a really hard choice for him, but he would probably have to go with partying. He loves the atmosphere of a good party.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S Closest Friend: Besides his younger sister, Rafael's best friend is Isabel Maduro, a woman he met when he moved to Barcelona. They have been working together on a comic book series for a while now; she is a very talented writer who comes up with stories that blow Rafael's mind. They see each other fairly often not just to work on the comics, but to go on walks or out to lunch, or on the occasional hike. Relationship History: Rafael had a ton of relationships in high school, many of which lasted two weeks or less and obviously those relationships didn't get serious at all– Rafael was just kind of playing the field at that point. He didn't actually have sex, or a serious relationship, until his first year of college. He then dated his first serious girlfriend, and they lasted about six months before she broke things off because she felt he was more attached than she was and she didn't want to waste his time. That is actually how all of Rafael's relationships have gone since then– he always gets broken up with before a year has passed (often much sooner than that) because they're not as into him as he is into them, or he's just too much, being too intense, etc. As a result, he's now reluctant to express his feelings at all because he doesn't want to put pressure on anyone. Sexual Partners: Rafael doesn't exactly get around or anything, but he has had about a dozen sexual partners in his life, all of them women. Thoughts About Sex: Rafael loves sex within the confines of a relationship but doesn't have much interest in it other than that. One night stands, flings, anything like that is not for him. So far, Rafael has only been with women. He's been attracted to men before and he knows he's definitely not straight, but he's always been way too nervous to try and flirt with men. He has never come out to anyone but if he were to end up in a relationship with a man, he wouldn't hesitate to come out– his sister Eliana is a lesbian and currently engaged to another woman, and was readily accepted by their family, so he knows they would all support him if he ever told them.

P A R E N T S Name(s): Shira and Booker Isserlis Age(s): Both 64 years old. Social Standing: White collar for sure, and they are in very good social standing. Occupation(s): She is an OB/GYN who is set to retire in a couple of years, and he is a computer software engineer who doesn’t plan to retire anytime soon. Religion: She is Jewish and he is agnostic, but does observe/celebrate Jewish holidays and events. Quality of Relationship With Their Children: They love and support all of their children unconditionally. They do worry about Rafael sometimes just because he’s more of a wanderer than their other children, he’s a bit more aimless, but they know he can take care of himself. Living/Deceased: Both alive and in excellent health.

S I B L I N G (S) Name(s): Daniel Isserlis, Itai Isserlis, Tamar Huang, and Eliana Isserlis (soon to be Eliana Florakis). Age(s): 34, 32, 31, 29. Yes, their parents basically had all of their children back to back. Social Standing: They have all done very well for themselves, and are all in good social standing. Occupation(s): Daniel is a software engineer and works with their father. Itai is a forensic accountant and he has helped to arrest many white collar criminals. Tamar runs a non-profit organization that helps underprivileged children by providing housing, food, education/tutors, and after school activities. And Eliana is an event planner who specializes in weddings. Religion: Daniel and Tamar are still devoutly Jewish. Itai and Eliana are more like Rafael– they appreciate and enjoy aspects of Judaism but they don’t really believe in it. Quality of Relationship with Character: Rafael loves all of his siblings and would do just about anything for them, but he is definitely the closest with Eliana out of all of them. He really only sees/talks to his other siblings a few times a year, but he talks to Eliana all the time. Living/Deceased: All alive.

D A I L Y L I F E Living Arrangements: He lives in a cute little one bedroom house right in the heart of the city, on a very busy street. He loves being right in the middle of everything, so it’s ideal for him. The place was a bit rundown when he first bought it, but he has fixed it up quite a bit and although no one would say it’s luxurious or anything, it’s definitely nice and comfortable. He loves having guests over and has lots of seating and a large TV, plus a pull-out couch in the living room just in case anyone stays the night, not to mention a spacious king sized bed in his room.

#character: rafael isserlis #ship: razio #character sheet

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Tightrope

No one has yelled at me about my portfolio. This is worth like a quarter of my grade and it’s so I can get certified someone please YELL AT ME.

I’m being dramatic I’m only sort of sorry.

But this is inspired by Tightrope by Michelle Williams from the Greatest Showman!

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From the moment he first asked you out, you knew that dating him would be less than ideal. But you knew when he asked you out, again and again, kept calling and texting, spending every free minute he had with, causing you to fall in love, and learn to adjust to life when the most important person in the world to you is almost never with you. 

“You know your life is going to be hard while he’s traveling all the time for games.”

“Why don’t you try to find someone who’s a safer option?” 

“I don’t get why you would want to be with someone who can never be there for you when you need him.”

Telling your friends was easy, they were just happy that you finally found someone so you’d stop moping around about being single.

Telling your family about having a serious boyfriend, on the other hand, was stressful; they had never met or even heard about someone you were dating before. You were convinced that they would think you were lying. It was bad enough they had told you before that if you don’t find a boyfriend soon, you’re going to be alone forever. But when you told them your boyfriend was Jake DeBrusk, they were ruthless to point out that he was: A. Canadian and probably spending his offseason at home in another country. B. A professional hockey player who traveled more than half the year. C. Never going to be home between games, practices, or other promotional team events. And D. Probably not really your boyfriend because how could you land a professional athlete like him. You found yourself trying to defend the relationship you were more passionate about than any of the ones you had before. 

“Look, this is the life I signed up for. Being with Jake is like-” you pause to think of how you can even begin to put it into words to tell your mother. “It’s like this non-stop adventure that comes with this breathtaking view. Like everything I see around me is this perfect place that we never want to leave. Like the whole world is ours to explore and enjoy. Like, we’re walking on a tightrope where we could fall at any minute, but it’s the thrill of being with him.”

Like, yeah, it’s hard when you’re having a hard day at work knowing that you have an empty apartment waiting for you. But, up on the tightrope, he would the one to catch you if you should fall. You knew that. 

“Well, I just think there’s no point in having a boyfriend if he’s not there to be your boyfriend. Why sail the sea when you’re safer on land?”

“Mom, I’m dating Jake. End of story. You haven’t even met him to know if you like him or not.” you say, hanging up the phone. You were going to hear about that the next time you were on the phone with her, but you were tired of hearing about how hard your life would be now that you were with Jake.

You and Jake had decided to tell your families on the same day. You both had to do it over the phone since Boston was nowhere near where either of your families lived. His conversation had gone a lot better than yours had. 

“Hey, I know it’s hard. But we knew this months ago when we start dating,” he says, taking your hands in his from across the table. “It’s worth it for me. If it’s worth it for you, too, then we’re going to make the world our own.” 

You can’t help but laugh at how poetic he got all of a sudden. This was a boy who previously only found love for hockey, his grandmother, and Oreos, now he feels that same love for you. 

“Whatever life throws at us, we’ll get through it, alright?” The sparkle in his eyes made you believe him. He would catch you if you fell.

The next day was a road trip. One week, on the other side of the country. You’ve done this before, coming home knowing that he won’t be in the same city as you to come see you if you get lonely. You thought you would be fine.

What you didn’t think is that it would be the hardest week of your life. 

Your boss had called you into his office to scream at you over a mistake you made on one of your client’s accounts. It wasn’t even a big mistake; you entered the wrong number that changed the overall amount owed by twenty cents. You got screamed at over twenty cents. You coworker slammed more work for you on your desk because she ‘didn’t have time to do it’ since she ‘had to go make dinner for herself.’ Bunch of bullshit. 

By the time you get home, it’s nearly eight o’clock. You’re exhausted, starving, and all you want to do is sit and cry. If Jake were in the city, you would call him. If he weren’t getting ready for a game, you would call him. 

Fuck it. He’s your boyfriend. Even if he can’t talk right now, you can leave him a message for him to call you back. 

“Hey you’ve reached Jake. I’ll call ya when I get the chance.” you hear his voicemail come through the speaker on your phone. 

Feeling the tears practically begging to start pouring, you try to spit out, “Hey, babe. It’s me. I know you’re getting ready for your game against the Sharks, but -” you pause because you would have let out the ugliest sob imaginable if you didn’t. Choking back tears, you finish, “Call me when you get the chance. I just want to hear your voice.” 

As soon as you press end, the tears start pouring. You can’t help but sob. Because of the hard day at work. Because Jake isn’t in the city. Because you’re starting to think your family is right. Because you need someone there for you. 

He would hopefully be done with the game before you fall asleep. At least it was Friday, so you didn’t have to be awake early tomorrow. You could stay up to wait for him to call. You make some dinner out of whatever could be thrown in the microwave while you open some wine and start drinking straight from bottle. The only thing you can do to take your mind off everything is drink the night away and binge watch The Office.

You must have fallen asleep, because you’re jolted away by the same sound that your alarm gives off to wake you up for work. You must have turned on the ringer of your phone, setting that as your ring tone back in college if your roommate called you after a night out. A yellow heart emoji shows up as the contact name, a picture of you and Jake after one of his games, taken by one of the Garden staff members pops up. You had gotten your mind off your day, but remembering that you called him caused all of those emotions to come flooding back, tears rolling down your cheeks before you could even answer the call. 

“Hey!” you say, trying to sound as happy as you can. “How’d the game go?”

“You’re crying. You were crying when you called me, too.” you hear his voice on the other end, hushed and worried. 

“Yeah. I just had a hard day today. It’s no big deal.” 

“If you’re upset about anything, then it’s a big deal to me.” 

You can’t help but smile, even though he obviously can’t see it. You take a breath, letting out a sigh, “It’s just stupid work stuff, my boss is just dramatic.” 

“Hey, Jakey, we’re going out to celebrate!” you hear one of his teammates in the background of his call.

“Sorry, I’ll catch up with you guys, I’m on the phone with my girl.”

“Don’t miss out on stuff because of me. You’re not even with me, don’t let me hold you back.” you say, still smiling, feeling better anyway. 

“I spend so much time with those buffoons, what I’m missing out is spending time with you right now. So tell me about work. Who am I going to go mess up once I’m back in Boston?”

You laugh and spend the rest of the night telling him about work, him telling you about the game, and just talking like you do whenever you spend the night together.

It had to be about four in the morning in Boston when he finally said, “Hey, Y/N?” 

“Yeah?” you drag out, sleepy and struggling to stay awake.

“I love you.” 

He had never said that before. You sit up, suddenly feeling a burst of energy. “I love you, too.”

“I’m gonna turn in, we have an early day tomorrow to get to Los Angeles. I’ll call you at some point tomorrow?”

“Ok. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

No matter what, he would keep you on that tightrope. He would be there to catch you if you fell, wherever he was.

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