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chasingmidnights · 9 months

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Bad Liar

Title: Bad Liar

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader

Summary: Ari is a regular at the coffee shop that you work at and you can’t help but have a crush on the older gentleman.

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI!! I don’t think there’s too much to look out for in this one. Just maybe some angst, mild cursing, and Ari Levinson. (Yes he’s a warning especially when he doesn’t realize what he’s doing to you, or does he?) I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Wordcount: 877

It was mid-morning and you found yourself glancing up at the clock, it was almost nine and he still had not shown up yet. A small sigh left your lips as you finished up the order you were currently working on, a feeling of disappointment washed over. You wondered what could be keeping him this morning, he was usually here by now. You turned around and called the customer’s name to hand it to them. The bell above the door chimed again and when you turned to greet the next customer, you swore you felt your whole body short circuit. There he was, Ari Levinson; the man you have been harboring a huge crush for. When you finally snapped out of your daydream, you accidentally bumped into one of your coworkers. Your coworker, who had a tray full of freshly baked goodies that were now ruined as the tray fell to the floor. You frantically started to help her clean up the mess before she snapped at you.

“No, I’ve got this. You go and help the next customer.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled before getting up to do what she said.

To you, Ari was a dreamboat. He had gorgeous blue eyes that you could just stare into all of the time and simply get lost in them. Somehow, just somehow, you knew that his long brown hair was one of the softest things that God has ever made. You also thought that about his thick, full beard and wondered- no stop thinking like that. You took a deep breath as you walked up to the counter to take Ari’s order, even though you knew it by heart. You could recite his order in your sleep. When you finally made eye contact with the beautiful man, your heart skipped a beat and butterflies instantly formed in your stomach.

“Everything alright, sweetheart? You seem to be a bit flustered.” Ari’s voice was so smooth and deep, you could listen to him talk all damn day.

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. Just a bit clumsy today I suppose. Do you want your usual?” How you actually managed to talk was beyond you, especially with how dry your mouth was.

You could feel your knees going a bit weak as a smirk formed on his perfect lips as he tilted his head.

“You know my usual sweetheart?” He then arched a brow as he eyed you up and down.

Your cheeks started to heat up and you could feel yourself starting to feel even more flustered. “Of course. An Americano with an extra shot of espresso.”

“Very good, sweetheart.” Ari’s smirk twitched up slightly as he stared at you.

“Right! I’ll be right back.” You quickly turned around and started on his order.

When he finally left, you felt like you could breathe and let out the breath that you had been holding. You were a grown woman and yet, here you were acting like a teenager over their first crush. Surely there was something wrong with you. You groaned as you went about your shift.

A few days later and you were out running some errands when you spotted Ari across the street. You nearly ran into a sign when you did a double take to make sure if it was him or not. When you recovered from your near trip, a heavy sigh fell from your lips and you started to relax, realizing that it was not him. After you put yourself back together and fixed your hair, you continued about your day. However, throughout the day, your mind kept wandering back to Ari. Everywhere you looked you thought you saw him but it was always just your mind playing tricks on you and it was cruel. You found yourself wondering if he had a girlfriend and couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, which was absolutely ridiculous. You shook your head to get rid of the thoughts that kept flooding through your mind.

During the week, the only thing that was on your mind was him, Ari Levinson. You wanted so desperately to make the thoughts in your mind a reality. You wanted to know what it would feel like to curl up next to him in your king size bed. Every day you do your best not to think about him but he’s always taking up a fraction of your mind. When Ari would come into the coffee shop, you would spasm and short circuit, sometimes you would even forget to breathe. Your coworkers ragged on you all of the time and tried to encourage you to talk to him or to ask him out. One day you were talking to one of your coworkers about him and you had not realized that he was behind you. A clear of the throat caused you to turn around and when you did, you were mortified.

“Not talking about me, are you sweetheart?” His eyes gleamed as he smiled at you.

“N-no, of course not Ari.” You managed to stutter out.

Once again, you could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up as he eyed you up and down.

“You know, you’re a bad liar.” Ari smirked.

A squeak escaped you and you couldn’t believe that you’d been caught.

#bad liar #selena gomez #selena gomez song #ari levison x reader #ari levinson #ari levinson one shot #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fandom #just something short and sweet #chris evans characters #chris evans #chris evans fandom #chasingmarvel original work #chasingmarvel moodboards #courtney writes

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hee0soo · 1 year

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Only for you

Summary: You surprise your boyfriend after he comes back from tour and spend some time with him!

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

Hongjoong often did not have time for you. Being busy writing and producing for the group and having just come back from a world tour after all!

He and the members were tired and had a few days to recharge before their schedule got hectic again but right now he was at the dorm doing absolutely nothing.

The leader didn´t get the chance to do that very often and his members tried to stay clear of him when he finally rested for a bit. Only one thing could make his rest period even better. And that was you!

You had missed the boy terribly while he was away. Time zones making it almost impossible for you to be awake at the same time so the two of you only send short messages of good morning, good night or I miss you´s to the other with the occasional video call here and there.

Now you finally had the chance of visiting him in the dorm! Hongjoong didn´t know you were coming since it was a Wednesday and you would usually be at work until late in the evening. That you had taken a day of to spend some well needed time with him was only known by Seonghwa, Yunho, San and Wooyoung!

The other members had used their free time to spend time with their friends or at the gym!

Hongjoong was sitting in the living room when you arrived at their dorm. He was busy watching some random Drama he wasn´t even following that much, while hanging on his phone! Waiting for you to text him!

Seonghwa let you in before vanishing in the bath room. Weeks of being away had kick started his cleaning habit and now that he had the time, and half of the members were out of the way, he would use it!

“Who was it?” the leader pondered, not looking up from his phone.

Instead of an answer, he felt himself getting embraced into a tight hug from behind. Not expecting the sudden contact, the leader flinched hard. Almost throwing his phone across the room while doing so!

“Easy! It’s just me!”

You teased the shocked man in your arms.

The man recognized your voice immediately and calmed down.

“Don`t do thaaat! What are you even doing here? I thought you were working today.” He whined looking up at you.

“Took the day off! Wanted to spend it with you instead!”

Kissing his little pout lightly you ruffled his hair a bit, before walking around him to take place on the couch with the leader.

Hongjoong pulled you into his side and pressed a kiss of his own to the crown of your head.

His phone slipped out of his hand. His entire focus being on you now!

“God I missed you love!” he sighed and hid his face in your hair, tickling his nose a bit.

“Missed you too! I´m glad your back!”

You started playing with the rings on his hand, admiring the one identical to yours.

It was a promise ring he had given you after 2 years of being together. Just a simple band but it meant the world to you!

“Your nail polish is a bit chipped…”

“Hmm, hit it on the corner of a table and it chipped of. I have to fix it before filming idol Radio tomorrow!”

Excitedly you looked at him.

“Can I do it?”

Hongjoong had to laugh at the anticipation on your face.

“Sure, why not? You know where everything is?”

Nodding quickly you jumped up and ran into his shared room with Seonghwa. The eldest member looked confused as you barreled past him. Making him almost drop his cleaning supplies in the process!

Holding the little bag with everything you needed to fix his nail, you skipped back to the couch and your boyfriend.

“DO NOT DRIP THE POLISH ON MY COUCH!”

Hongjoong burst out laughing at his member’s threat.

You pouted at the fact that the boy thought you would drip it anywhere at all!

Since Hongjoong only ever wore polish on one nail, you were very quickly done.

He watched as you concentrated on painting his nail smoothly and without any messy lines. Careful to make it look presentable to be on camera!

“Want me to do yours after this dries?” he offered as the polish dried slowly.

Nodding your head you quickly picked the color you liked most out of the very few he had, as he mostly wore black.

That´s how San and Wooyoung found the two of you as they left Yunho´s room where they were having a movie marathon!

You were sitting on the floor, hands placed on the coffee table while Hongjoong was on the couch, bent over to paint your own nails y/f/c!

“Hey y/n! Are you having fun?” Wooyoung grinned at you while going through the cupboards to make some ramen.

San was eyeing his leaders work scrutinizing.

“You missed a spot right there!”

The boy stepped back when Hongjoong glared at him.

Hands held high in surrender he sauntered over to where Wooyoung was preparing 2 bowls for them.

“Hyung can you paint our nails too?” they continued teasing.

Hongjoong took one of the cushions to throw them at the duo. Almost as if Seonghwa felt a disturbance in the force, he appeared in the doorway. Swiffer still in his hand!

“Kim Hongjoong!”

“But they-“

Seonghwa glared at his friend. So much so that your boyfriend jumped up to get the cushion laying on the kitchen floor.

“That´s better!” with that the eldest disappeared.

You giggled at the baffled and slightly terrified face Hongjoong made together with WooSan.

The troublesome duo half expected you to get scolded but their leader only shot them a dirty look before sitting in back down to finish what he started, looking softly down at you.

“He´s so whipped for them!” you could hear San whisper into his friend’s ear.

Hongjoong ignored them on purpose this time, not wanting to get scolded again!

“You know they´re right, right? You are whipped!” you smiled at him happily.

Hongjoong lifted his eyes from your hands to your face, closing the distance between your lips gently.

“Only for you my love!”

In the kitchen, WooSan were gagging at seeing their Hyung so in love.

#ateez #kim hongjoong x reader #ateez hongjoong x reader #kim hongjoong imagine #hongjoong x y/n #ateez hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #kpop writing #kim hongjoong x y/n #ateez x reader #kpop x reader #hongjoong x you #hongjoong

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ramayantika · 11 months

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Old desiblr as a locality post

A day in Desiblr gully

It's 5am and some of them are going to sleep now after having a good screentime duration while posting, "I need to stop being chronically online." Some of the artists are busy decorating their walls with their dream vacation and outfits photos and calling it a moodboard. Their houses look the prettiest because everything is set according to an aesthetic.

It's 7am now. The early risers are posting good morning messages and other teens are getting ready for catching their school vehicles while liveblogging their activities before eating one last morsel of their breakfast. A random 18 year old is getting scolded by his friend to not skip meals again or she will come with a knife. College going peeps are watching all of this silently. Some are glad that they are done with school. No more waking up at 6 and getting ready while some feel nostalgic looking at these kids doing the things they once did.

"Guys aaj meine aloo paratha banayi hai!" A girl posts a photo of makhan maar ke aloo paratha and few others immediately rush inside her house to have her delicious parathe. Someone then says, "yaar mujhe bhi aisi parathe bannani hai."

It's 12pm. The gully is a little silent now. Students preparing for competitive exams are studying. School going kids are busy with school while desperately wanting to rush home to their Desiblr gully and narrate what Mrs A said to their friend or the latest drama in their lives. Some people have saved paintings and poetry quotes to tag their friends who always stand with them and appreciate their work. They never tell them this, but they know that if they make it big in publishing something, a major credit will go to their friends for reading or appreciating their work.

And finally it's 3pm. The sun is high up in the sky. The lanes are filled with chitter chatter of school kids coming back. Some are announcing that they finally proposed their crush while some are busy debating if the said person likes them or not. Their faces are a little tired but their hearts are brimming with enthusiasm. It's good to be home. They eagerly head home and freshen themselves.

'I need to thank didi for sharing those maths tips. Only due to her, I got 97% in maths."

Here everybody eats lunch together. There are tables and mats laid in the common garden. So many dishes belonging to different cuisines prepared by everyone from different states of India is served here. There are sweets and very spicy foods. Some got local desi refreshing drinks to beat the summer while some got their delicious homemade achaar.

Do you hear someone singing? Yeah they are the singers of our neighbourhood. It's a desi mehfil. Some of them have been training in music while some join in to vibe. It's a fun activity nevertheless. The mic is open, you can join in anytime.

It's 5pm. Some of them took an afternoon nap and woke up dazed. A tent is set up. It's a cultural evening today, I think. Wait for it, we may not have the best costumes and stage arrangements but we have got some talented performers. Love lorn poets have got their poems out, the dancers are dancing on movie songs while some choose devotional pieces. Look at her, she sings so well! The crowd is singing with her too. Wait for another hour and you will see some of our amazing photographers and painters with their brilliant artistry.

Now everybody is heading to study and take cars of their other jobs. Some are cleaning their homes (blogs) and painting the walls after they saw a movie and want their house (blog theme) to match the colour scheme. Is there a warm happy feeling in your heart? There is always this feeling in the air here.

Well this small neighbourhood is pretty and chaotic. Sometimes you might feel as if you do not fit in. Everyone looks intimidating. Their are scuffles and fights too at times. But just wait for a while and give time, you will find your own circle too. Be prepared to take care of some absolute unhinged friends too for they be taking some really impulsive decisions.

I think it's 10pm now. Some are having dinner right now with their friends. There is a boy busy completing his assignments after procrastinating the whole day (he made his friends bully him to make him complete it)

Do you know we maybe young, very young but we got hearts and somewhere a little wisdom too. This is the place to be yourself the way you are. You don't need to pretend here. We cry loudly and laugh loudly too. Our friends have seen the best and worst of us yet they choose to stay with us through thick and thin.

It's midnight. Someone announced that they are leaving this place saying, "it's time to move on friends. You all made my life brighter and I am so grateful for each on you." See how every person goes and hugs them. Some have started crying but they all choose to let them go. It's only for the best, they say. 'Just remember us in your memories. We wish you all the best, friend! Goodbye! Our doors will always be open for you if you ever decide to come back.'

It's dawn once again. Someone will come up with a new poem as an aubade to wake up sleepy heads for school. O look, a group of girls are singing devotional songs. It's a beautiful start, isn't it.

This is our colourful little community. Humari Desiblr gully...

#samridhi writes #desiblr #once again I know I have missed so many things too. these were my observations and I just want everyone to have a good feeling #once again we have terrible fights too but I am someone who likes to focus on the good so here we are #I love you all though

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dearhargrove · 6 months

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Hi 🤍 I'm the anon that requested the previous fic. I absolutely loved it. I felt much calmer after reading it, thank you. 🤍 Could I request another one with the prompts 1, 16 and 24 from the same promptlist ? Thank you so much ♥️♥️♥️ Please take care of yourself.

hugs & pizza

Billy Hargrove x f!reader (gender not specified though I think)

summary you had a shitty day, but what are boyfriends there for if not cheering you up (and getting you pizza)?

word count 993

prompts (from @urfriendlywriter) used hugs first kinda love. seeing each other after work? hugs. and being picked up during hugs, brushes of lips with shaky breaths and a tired smile after a long day, little teasing pecks after kissing passionately

warnings some swear words, nothing else :)

a/n tysm for requesting again!! Appreciate it a lot. However this is very similar to the previous oneshot I posted lol

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Another long day filled with exams, annoying teachers and not seeing your boyfriend once. You guessed he had either skipped school or just skipped the few classes that would usually allow you to see each other in the hallways. Whatever it was, you were slightly pissed especially as he hadn't even joined you during lunch break; something he always did.

It was almost 8 PM, your homework and several essays were strewn all over your desk and some other school books lay discarded on your bed. You weren't in a good mood. You miss your boyfriend, you're stressed and your day has been utter shit.

You groan at another question you had no clue how to answer - another thirty minutes of research looming over your head. You're contemplating just giving up and crying instead when the door to your room opens and your mother calls your name gently.

"Hm?" You groan, not even looking at her as you've buried your head in your arms. You hear her chuckle and shuffle in her place before the smell of your favorite pizza wafts into your room. That makes your perk your head up, however there's not just pizza as a surprise but also your boyfriend.

Billy stands next to your mom, leaning against the frame of your door. His red dress shirt is almost halfway unbuttoned and his denim jacket is slung over his arm. He smirks lazily at you and turns to your mother to say something you can't make out. Whatever he says makes her nod understandingly and hand him the pizza carton (which you're still eyeing with a grumbling stomach) before she leaves, closing the door behind her.

Now it's just you and him (and the pizza and your mountain of unfinished work you're choosing to actively ignore).

"How're you doing, baby?" He greets with his raspy voice and sets the carton containing the unhealthy but delicious food down on your dresser. You watch him as he starts gathering the books and folders from your bed, stacking them up and putting them on your desk so neatly it surprises you.

You sigh at his inquiry and pout, stretching your arms out. He gets the message and leans down to where you're sitting and wraps his arms around you, pulling you off the desk chair and into his arms.

"Bad day?" He guesses, one hand stroking along your back and the other hand simply resting on your hip. "Horrible day," you correct.

He huffs amusedly at your obvious disdain at the memory of today, but presses a loving kiss to your temple.

"Want me to make it better?" He asks cockily - fully knowing he had the ability to do so and that you would agree. Before agreeing you pull back and slap his shoulder, remembering how awfully alone he had dared to leave you.

"Where were you today? I was waiting at our spot the whole lunch period."

He winces and pulls a minimal grimace before schooling his expression and moving the hand that had rested on your hip to your cheek, gently cupping it and stroking his thumb over your puffy under eyes. "I know, I'm sorry. Max is sick and as much as she pisses me off I didn't want to leave her by herself."

That changes your mood from annoyed to worried, a frown appearing on your face. "How sick is she? Just a cold?" He nods and absentmindedly presses another few kisses to your forehead - whether that was to calm himself or you wasn't clear to you.

"You should've called me! I would've come over with some soup or something," you huff. "No, love. You do enough for us," he denies, effortlessly lifting you with his hands under your thighs, making your legs wrap around his waist to hold yourself up.

"Not gonna argue about that again," you simply say, knowing no matter how often you'd tell him you wanted to help whenever you could he wouldn't accept it without feeling guilty.

He smiles and agrees, though his mind is seemingly elsewhere as he leans in to passionately kiss you.

You welcome it, the stress of the day leaving your body as he hums against your lips. This goes on for at least another minute and then you pull back, eyes falling on the forgotten pizza box.

You try to get out of his hold but he just keeps you there, pressing kisses to your lips.

"Billy-!" You try to stop him but he just ignores you. It makes you laugh, his teeth clanking against yours as he continues with the pecking. "Stop," you finally manage to say between the presses of his lips to yours.

He huffs unhappily and has a deadpan stare as he looks at you again, "What? You don't want my love anymore?"

You roll your eyes and mumble 'dramatic' under your breath (which he definitely hears) before half-wrestling yourself out of his grip. He unhappily lets you and scoffs in surprise as you head straight for the greasy, oily food that slowly overpowers the smell of your scented candle, making your room smell heavenly.

"Ditching me for pizza. I see," he comments, dramatically falling back on your bed. You ignore him and start eating it, almost moaning at the taste. "This is so fucking good," you say before taking another bite.

He shakes his head with a laugh and scoots up to the headboard, shoes discarded somewhere around your bed. "At least sit with me," he beckons you over and you do; pizza carton held in your hands as you seat yourself sideways on his thighs.

He grabs a slice for himself, pausing in between bites to hold it out for you to take bites as you search for a TV program you could watch.

When you find one you lean into his chest, still munching on the food. "Love you," you mumble and he smiles, leaning his head against yours and reciprocating the statement.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #dacre montgomery x reader

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dreambunnynotes · 5 months

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daily check-in: dec. 11th

hi lovely friends! i missed my check-in on sunday and i was going to skip monday's because i had the mentality that i could just 'start again tomorrow,' but better habits are built today, not later! i'm trying to find ways to encourage myself to be disciplined and this is one of the ways i'm showing up for myself. monday felt like a huge success in terms of discipline and hard work without pushing myself, and i feel really proud!

please note: in this post i celebrate my lack of rest on monday because i often default to rest without discipline, so personally this was a success in developing a healthier work/play balance, focused on the 'work' part of things. however, everyone is in their own journey with self improvement and i absolutely do not advocate for overworking oneself generally - i believe that a good work/play balance is essential, i am just personally working on the work side of things so that is why i am proud of my lack of rest today!

accomplishments:

i followed through on my work obligations even though i felt super tired and wanted to reschedule; i have so few work obligations these days and i need the money so it felt really good to not cancel even though i wanted to. i only had to cancel one appointment at the very end of the day because i was starting to feel sick (everyone i know is getting a cold or flu these days) but i pushed through earlier in the day for every other appointment and still listened to what my body needed at the end of the day, which feels like a huge success for someone who often cancels her obligations!

i found a new way to enjoy tasks that normally stress me out, which is to listen to a podcast my sister recommended while completing mindless tasks. it made the tasks fly by and made doing them actually fun!

i put in a few hours of work on a project that has a deadline, even though i wanted to spend time doing leisurely things. i feel really proud of myself for accomplishing what i did!

room for improvement:

this is less about today specifically and more about the past week, but i should have gotten started on the project that has a deadline much earlier; i need way more time than i thought i would, which is of course chalked up to time-blindness. i need to find a way to give myself earlier deadlines; last night i researched how to create a sense of urgency for adhd brains and i think i've figured out a way to do this for myself. so, despite my flub in starting the project late, i am proud of myself because i was the one who sought out a deadline for the project in the first place and it has helped me lots!

still need to get to bed earlier; typing this at 12:30am is no good 😭

hohkaaaaay, i am SLEEPY (edit: posting this during the day after i slept lol). i seriously need to get my sleep schedule figured out, but i'm taking one step at a time. i'm calling this day a success, being compassionate to myself for where i made mistakes, and looking forward to another beautiful day today! have a wonderful evening and take care of your lovely self 🥰

#becoming that girl #dream girl #girlblogging #dream life #it girl #glow up #productivity #that girl #clean girl #pink pilates girl #wonyoungism #self improvement #self care

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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I don’t know if this is one you can post but for the flyboy universe 🥺 one of them mentions he knew when he was in high school he was in love with you

But I just thought maybe a blurb about him taking you to prom but then flashes of the parallel in modern times of him taking you (his new wife/fiancé) to the naval ball and how much has changed and how much is still the same and just some little head cannons of how absolutely delighted you both are and maybe some silly flashes of the things you both had wanted to do/wished the other would have done back then

ahhhh this is soooo cute! yes, yes, he did in Part 5 of Flyboy!

context: Flyboy (mentions of male masturbation below) and ties in with this drabble

“Time’s up Bradshaw, give me back my wife.” Jake’s voice cuts in as Rooster gives you a final twirl around for good measure as the notes to the upbeat song ends.

“Not your wife yet Hangman,” Rooster teases, to which Jake snorts dismissively, waving a hand in his face. You both weren’t married just yet, but the date was fast approaching, with the RSVPs of the entire uranium mission team locked in months ago.

“How many more people are you going to let correct you,” you laugh breathily, catching your breath as Rooster saunters away, in search of Phoenix, and Jake slides his arms around your waist, his hands pressing against the silky fabric of your dress as the song changes to one with a slower pace and the lights dim; you throw your hands loosely around his neck. Jake had started calling you his wife a few weeks ago, his term of address for you alternating between retaining the term fiancé only on occasion - you didn’t mind it, it made your heart skip a beat each time he referred to you as his “wife”.

“There’s nothing to correct,” Jake grins, pressing his lips to yours, his hands pulling you closer against his front as you both sway, at his lead, to the music. You roll your eyes, but the smile pulling at the corners of your lips tells your true feelings on the matter.

“Do you remember prom?” Jake asks, out of the blue, and you squint at him quizzically.

“I do,” you draw out your words, tilting your head to one side, wondering where this was going, “Mindy Taylor dumped you two months before so I had to go with you,” you pause, sliding a hand to cradle his jaw, a mischievous grin on your face at the thought of the day you had to be Jake Seresin’s saviour. Jake smiles at you, the curve of his lips hiding a secret, before he speaks.

“I broke up with Mindy Taylor so that I could take you to prom,” his admission makes your brows knit, confusion clouding your eyes.

“You dumped Mindy Taylor?”

“I did.”

“But you told me she dumped you!” You gasp, pulling your head back slightly in shock to stare at the twinkling green eyes which glint in the dim lights of the ballroom, as Jake shakes his head lightly from side to side.

“It was the least suspicious, and sure fire way of getting you to go to prom with me without you overthinking it,” Jake takes in your shocked expression, eyes wide, realisation and comprehension as to why Mindy Taylor had been glaring daggers at you all night that fateful day, before leaning forward to plant a kiss on the tip of your nose, your cheek, and then your lips. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you that day,” Jake mutters, his head ducking, lips finding your neck, as he plants a series of feather light kisses on your skin.

“Did you,” you ask, slightly absent minded, your brain still working through the realisation, while simultaneously distracted by Jake’s lips against your neck.

“You have no idea,” he says, his teeth nipping slightly at the spot below your ear, before his head straightens to find your eyes again, “and the way you looked in that green dress, off the shoulder, wrapped around your body, with the slit that ran right up your thigh,” Jake shifts his hand to the side of your leg, ducking under the silky fabric of the dress you had on today, with a similar slit, running up the side, fingers squeezing your skin, “it did things to 18 year old me.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake’s hand runs its way back out from the slit, securing itself around your waist again as you ask, leaning your forehead against his, “what things?”

“Pretty sure I jerked off twice to the image of you that night.” Jake says, expression serious, his admission legitimate, and it makes you giggle, your head falling into his shoulder, shoulder shaking. Jake only holds you tighter as you let the laughter out of your system, a small smile on his own lips as you both continue swaying to the music - the action jolting another memory for Jake, of you in his arms, swaying to a similarly slow song at prom, giggling into his shoulder at something he had said which made you laugh; so many things had changed, and yet none. “I hope I don’t have to repeat my post prom night activities again today,” Jake ducks his head, lips brushing against your ear as your giggles slow.

“I’ll take care of you Jakey,” is the response he receives from you as you lift your head to look at him, mirth still decorating your features at the revelation, eyes twinkling in a mix of amusement and mischief. Jake had always been candid with you throughout your friendship, and it hadn’t changed as you progressed in your relationship.

“Good,” he says, ignoring the fact that you were at the Naval Ball, surrounded by both his peers and superiors, his hands reaching down your waist, cupping the globes of your ass, and squeezing, causing you to whine lightly into his shoulder, the sound, albeit soft, catching Phoenix’s ears a few steps away, which makes her whisper something to Rooster, the two Naval Aviators looking towards you and Jake, “looking forward to being taken care of by my wife.”

“Not your wife yet Seresin.” You tease, mimicking Rooster’s earlier words, as Jake’s hands go back to holding you by the waist.

“I swear to god I’ll drive you to Vegas now and marry you,” Jake says, serious - because he would, but joking - because his grandmother and mother would never let him live it down, and you - you deserved a proper wedding. It earns him another giggle from you, and Jake settles for capturing your lips in a kiss again, his smile something you can feel against yours.

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”Sorry isn’t good enough!”

Word count: 1k

Genre: Angst(with a happy ending)

Warnings: this is going to be a very serious dark story so if you can’t read stuff about SA then this story won’t be for you. Mentions of dogs dying, and drugs.

A/n: This is my first story and most definitely not my last. This part yis kinda bad and boring but I needed to set up the plot. Part two will be out soon!

“I want you guys to know that I take full responsibility for all of this. If you want to blame someone, please blame me.” Everyone looks at you in confusion. “What do you mean to blame you?” Derek says. “I’m so sorry.” Emily says as she walks into the conference room.

Time skip a few days:

The team is working on a case. The entire team except Hotch, is mad at you for lying about Emily being dead. They all have been distancing themselves from you. And you have been their punching bag and you’ve just taken it.

“Spence, can we talk? Please?” He looks at you with furry and a bit of disgust. “Fine, you wanna talk?” He says as he grabs your wrist lightly but still forces you into the conference room. “Spence” he quickly looks you in the eyes and you can’t recognize the look he gives. “Don’t call me that!” You feel your heart break. “Sorry Spencer… Look I had to do that you don’t understand! I was protecting Emily, you, and this entire team. I get that you’re mad and you need to take it out on someone which is fine but just know I did this with the best intentions.”

Spencer keeps eye contact with you “I trusted you. I came to your house for 10 weeks straight crying to you about losing a friend, and you never had the decency to tell me the truth!” You stare down at the ground. “I know and I’m sorry I really am. I feel terrible, Spence.” He cuts you off “what if I started using dilaudid again? Would you have stopped me?”

“Wait what? But you didn't, right? Spencer you didn’t start using again?” He doesn’t show a single emotion in his eyes “No but I thought about it” you feel relieved he didn’t start using again but you also feel absolutely terrible. He begins to walk away. “Spence, wait please I’m sorry!” He turns around glaring daggers at you.

“Sorry isn’t good enough!” He says as he continues walking away.

The entire team watches this argument take place and Emily and Hotch can’t help but feel sorry.

A few days have passed since that case and you haven’t been sleeping ever since everyone became mad at you. And to make things worse your lawyer best friend called you with very disturbing news about your father.

The entire team noticed the bags under your eyes and how you didn’t put on any makeup this morning. You were typically a very fun sarcastic person who never showed sadness but today was a different story.

You could typically also put up with little things people did, but today? Spencer was taping his foot on the ground. Making you very pissed. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, it was a habit of his. “Spencer, can you stop it?” You say making everyone’s head snap in your direction. You roll your eyes and feel everyone trading looks wondering what your problem was.

“You good Y/n?” Derek asks. “Jesus I’m fine do you guys ever mind your own business?” You say getting up storming out quickly. Everyone looked worried including Spencer.

You go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Disgusted in what you see. “We need you back in the conference room. Are you sure you’re okay?” Emily says walking into the bathroom. “Yeah I’ll be right there. And yeah I’m fine” Emily knows your lying but decides not to pry and leaves the bathroom.

Jj starts presenting the case. “26 year old Harper Williams was found in her home brutally stabbed to death. Along with Elenor Hart.” Your heart drops. “How do we know this is the same guy?” Asks Spencer. “Because it’s a small town.” You stand up quickly. Where did this take place?” Jj looks confused. “Connecticut. Did you not read the file?”

“Uh excuse me…” You grab your phone and walk out of the conference room while all eyes are on you “Are we sure she’s ok?” Rossi says.

Walking out of the conference room you feel nauseous. You immediately start dialing Valorie. She's your best friend since birth and also the lawyer in charge of the entire case. “Val…” She sighs loudly and you can hear it on the other side of the phone. “I've been watching the news since 5 in the morning. I went to the police to see if they have any leads but they said they were calling in the FBI. Which let me guess by chance is your team… Because out of every other team in the world they had to pick the team with the girl who has relational ties with the killer.” You take a deep breath. “So it is him? My fathers the killer?” Valorie can sense the fear lacing your voice. “It's still not for sure but who else could it really be. This is a small town. People rarely get hurt here. The biggest case here was 30 years ago when that dog got run over.”

You chuckle a bit hearing in her voice she's just ranting on to make you feel better but the black heavy hole in your chest isn't going away till this is over. You hang up the phone say a quick bye and I love you to Valorie. You walk back into the conference room knowing this is going to be a rough next few days.

Your father is killing innocent people… Because of you?

#criminal minds #spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfic #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #criminal minds smut #dr spencer reid

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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I personally would love to see the wedding scene. What they say to each other but if you skip it I totally would understand!

Whatever the Poets Say | b.b. | 21

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Fluff and some✨suggestive✨implications

Author’s Note: We’re in the final moments! There will be one more chapter and an epilogue 👀 gif from @catalinabaylors

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

Dearest readers,

While you may not be terribly interested in the Bridgerton family any longer —or maybe you are, who am I to assume? —but with the wedding of Miss Everly and Benedict Bridgerton today…well, this author would be amiss if she did not report on it. After all, it was this author who suggested they were the real match of the season. So it seems I was correct too.

Even with the downfall of the Bridgerton name, it is only poetic that the Everly’s find themselves a bright spot in the Bridgerton dark night. Even after the completely failed attempt at a ball, the families seem to be happier than ever. Perhaps we could all use a lesson from them. Who needs society’s approval when we have the love of each other?

With the wedding a mere few hours away, this author is incredibly interested if Miss Everly will follow through. However, with how blindly Mr. Bridgerton seems to follow her around…well, it would surely be a surprise if the wedding had any issues —outside of having no guests of course.

We shall see,

Lady Whistledown

Tradition stated that the groom may not see the bride before the wedding day. However, tradition seemed to be a bit skewed at the moment, and Benedict desperately needed to check on his future wife. Edwina and Eloise, however, were having none of it.

“You cannot come in!” Eloise yelled at him, hitting him with her fan.

“It is bad luck, Mr. Bridgerton,” Edwina insisted, blocking his view.

“Ladies, truly, I understand but it is important.”

“What could be so important that you’re willing to risk bad luck?” Eloise demanded.

“It's about the wedding!”

Eloise glanced at Edwina, who glanced back at Kate. Kate was working on Miss Everly’s hair, making sure it was pinned correctly.

“Kate, what do you think we should do?” Eloise asked, frowning deeply.

“I really do not think my opinion —,”

“Oh heavens, just shut the door and let me speak to him through it,” Miss Everly finally decided, throwing her hands up.

Eloise shut the door, putting her hands up as Miss Everly rolled her eyes. She shooed the ladies out of the room, thanking them for the bit of privacy before she carefully walked to the door. She knocked once, telling him it was her.

“Benedict, what’s wrong? Please tell me you’re not backing out.”

“What? Absolutely not.”

She rested her forehead against the door, sighing in relief. “Then what could possibly be wrong?”

There was hesitation from the otherside of the door; silence that told her that something else was wrong. A list of problems started forming, and she couldn’t determine what was worse: his silence or her anxiety.

“Benedict, please.��

“Nobody is here.”

For a moment, she wasn’t sure what he meant. Nobody was there? Of course people were there; her father and her cousins had some. And the Bridgerton family was there with their spouses and babies in tow. The Sharma’s and Lady Danbury —who forced her grandson Gareth to join her. People were there. And she knew Penelope had come, because she was helping with her makeup.

“What do you mean, love? There are people here.”

“Our families, perhaps. But…no one else we invited.”

“Oh.”

She had considered that no one would come because of the scandal with Anthony. However, it wasn’t exactly on the top of her list of reasons her wedding would go wrong. She wasn’t terribly concerned about it. After all, she had told her father she did not want a big wedding. It didn’t matter if it was just family and their closest friends.

“Does that bother you, Benedict?”

He hesitated on the other side again, and she could just see his brow furrowing as he really considered her question. Benedict always had a face he made when she asked something unexpected.

“I do not particularly mind; everyone I care about is here. And even then, it is only you who needs to be here as far as I’m concerned.”

She smiled softly to herself before glancing behind her. The door to Eloise’s room was closed; the ladies were probably waiting for her. But she didn’t want to leave him there in the hallway.

“Close your eyes.”

“What?”

Though she didn’t answer as she opened the door just a crack to look up at him. Benedict immediately covered his eyes, and she couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“I do not need a big wedding,” she promised him, reaching out to take his free hand in hers. “I have you, and our families. I don’t need anything else.”

Benedict squeezed her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss gently. “I will see you at the altar then, my love.”

“I cannot wait.”

*****

Nothing had prepared him for how beautiful she would be. She was always beautiful —first thing in the morning, in the middle of the night, laying in the gardens. But her in white, with her veil and her flowers…it was a sight that would forever be etched into his mind. He was so overwhelmed with joy that he truly thought he’d cry, causing him to bring his fist to his mouth to control himself.

As Benedict had said, the only people at the wedding were their families. However, with the size of the Bridgerton family alone, they took up most of the church it felt like. Lord Everly held her hand in the crook of his arm, smiling down at her as the processional music played and they made their way down the aisle.

She thought she would be nervous. Truly, she thought she would hear her heart beating in her ears and feel her palms shaking as she gripped her flowers. However, she did not experience any of that. With her eyes trained on Benedict, she was completely at ease as her father lifted her veil to kiss her cheek, handing her to Benedict now who held out his hands. Eloise took her flowers, stepping back as Miss Everly smiled up at Benedict.

He grinned —that crooked, pretty grin that won her heart and inspired her very soul —and winked at her.

The officiant cleared his throat, looking between the two skeptically for a moment before he opened his book. Miss Everly pursed her lips to keep from giggling, looking at the bishop now to keep from being distracted.

“We have gathered here today to celebrate the union of the Bridgerton and Everly families, through holy matrimony,” the bishop started, looking down at his book. “Marriage is not to be taken lightly, or wantonly. Marriage is a bond, universal and unyielding. It will bind you together for the remainder of your lives and should be taken seriously.”

The two soon-to-be newlyweds snuck glances at one another, nodding with their own secret smiles.

“Mr. Bridgerton, if you have your vows prepared —,”

“Oh I do,” he quickly interrupted, looking back at her excitedly. The bishop seemed a bit annoyed to be cut off. “I am sure you already know what I am going to say, my love. You always seem to know everything about me without me having to tell you. Perhaps that’s why I fell so hard, so quickly. Maybe it was your wit —sly and quiet but there, clever as can be. You keep me on my toes, waiting for you to surprise me at every turn.

“More importantly though, you inspire everything I do. The poets speak of their muses, and I never truly understood what they meant until I laid eyes on you at the ball. Sitting there in that window, instead of dancing or gossiping but writing. And that was truly when I realized that I needed to know you. And now that I know you…I never want to stop.”

For a moment, she just stared up at him, trying to keep herself from tears. She was certain the bishop was saying something, but she couldn’t hear him. All she could focus on was Benedict, who was holding her hands in his and gazing down at her with nothing but adoration.

“Miss Everly, if you have your vows prepared, please,” the bishop finally said, grabbing her attention.

She nodded, wiping her eyes gently. “Oh, yes. Of course. I…,” she paused, trying to compose herself before taking a breath. Then she finally continued. “When I was young, my mother and father told me stories of falling so in love that nothing else mattered. I dreamed of finding a love like that —longed for it. And while I never thought I wouldn’t find it, I never thought I would truly find a love as strong as theirs.

“I have spent my life telling stories of falling in love and being loved. Written it on page after page. But it was not until I met you, Benedict, that my stories became real. Now that I truly know what is to love and be loved, my world will never be the same. And that is because I met you, and I love you, and I will never love anyone as I love you.”

Benedict was holding his breath, trying to keep himself composed, as the bishop thanked them for their vows. The two were gravitating toward one another, trying to close that foot that stood between them. Unintentional or not, all they wanted was each other in this moment.

“If anyone here has any objection to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

A tense moment spread across the church as they waited for someone to ruin their day. But no one stood, no one raised their hands. All was well.

“Then, by the power vested in me by the Queen of England and parliament, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton. You may kiss your bride.”

Benedict did not hesitate to pull her into his arms, wrapping them around her waist to kiss her. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she smiled excitedly into it. If anyone had any doubts that they had kissed prior to this day, this moment certainly would change their minds. But none of that mattered.

She was Mrs. Bridgerton.

*****

Following the reception, Anthony had gifted Benedict the keys to a small house in the country. While the two were expected to still live in London while Benedict attended the academy, the house in the country —named aptly My Cottage —would be theirs for their honeymoon and any time away from the city. It was only a few hours' carriage ride away, and following their reception with family, the two were happily riding off to the countryside.

No more sneaking about, no more having her father or Anna cover for them —they could truly enjoy each other's company without interruption now. And quite truthfully, she was excited for their wedding night. She knew what to expect, and how it felt. And now…well, now it was their turn to find out what each other liked most.

She couldn’t wait.

However, until then, they sat together in the carriage. Benedict had tried to be subtle, but failed as he pulled her into his lap to kiss her. She had laughed, back pressed to the siding of the carriage as they pulled away. And now that was where she sat comfortably for the trip, her legs draped across the seat and her head tucked neatly into the curve of his neck.

After an hour of travel, Benedict was beginning to get a bit handsy however. His hands were tracing the freckles that dotted her throat, down to where her dress revealed her cleavage. The touches made her shiver, and she returned his touches with kisses along his jawline.

“We must try to be patient,” she whispered against his skin, pressing another kiss just below his ear. “I cannot imagine having our first marital night in the carriage.”

Benedict practically barked out his laughter, shaking his head. “No, no, we can’t have that, can we?” He hummed some as she brought herself closer, bringing his hand up to twirl a piece of her hair around his finger. “Read to me, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

She laughed herself now, looking up at him. “And what would you like me to read to you, Mr. Bridgerton?”

“Read me the story you have been writing —I am dying to know how it ends.”

And so the remainder of the carriage ride, with Mrs. Bridgerton tucked into her husband’s side, was spent reading the story that Benedict himself had wholly inspired.

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#benedict bridgerton x fem!reader #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader #Benedict Bridgerton #Bridgerton

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Let's Talk Whump No.5

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! ! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host.

Today I’m talking whump with the wonderful @painsandconfusion!

So good to have you here today, @painsandconfusion! Tell us a fun fact about yourself!

I'm a lawyer but don't seem like a lawyer at all - everyon'es always confused when I say so. I'm a fan of jumping between fluffy pink dresses, standard hipster vibes, emo styles, and who knows what else. It's different every day. I just like variety!

What does whump mean to you?

Oh dear, tricky to answer...

Whump is when a character is at their highest stress point (or...at least higher than average). I suffer from severe and vivid nightmares, but I found out that when I write whump, I can process my fears and anxieties through those characters and their experiences. I can only go about two weeks without writing before the nightmares start again. It's kinda amazing to see just how effective and healthy it is for me. I live vicariously through my whumpees for a moment, and they help my brain keep its shit together. Then I get to meet all these lovely people online and it just makes my heart so happy!

Wow, that’s really great to hear! Whump can be really cathartic at times. How did you find the whump community? What made you want to join?

I think this is a standard story, but I discovered the hero x villain community first, and it wasn't /quite/ my cup of tea, but it was close. After I saw a few people reblogging things with #whump, I checked it out.

I have a vivid memory of skipping class for the first time in my life, just sitting in my apartment, all but crying as I scrolled through everything. I was so relieved to find that I wasn't alone. I spent so much of my life hating myself and hating whumperflies and hating that I was drawn to violence and not understanding why. After I found this community I felt so much more at home.

I made a blog and started reblogging.

Then of course, I relapsed into hating myself and deleted it.

Then I made another. Started posting gifs I made from my favorite whumpy movies.

The kink community kinda took it over - which is fine and lovely and I'm happy to share content, but....they were the only ones who saw my blog. So everything I made was taken in a way I didn't mean and I felt very isolated and unheard.

So I deleted it again.

A couple years ago, I tried again. I started just reblogging, then I impulsively added to a prompt list in one of my reblogs and people really liked it? So I made more. And more and more and more- eventually I started posting scenes, and I've been having a lovely time here ever since!

Do you think your view on whump has changed since you joined? Are there tropes you now love/hate that you didn't at first?

Absolutely. Like. Wow so much. I used to dislike pain a lot and only enjoy the fear leading up to it. While I still prefer the suspense, nothing really squicks me out anymore. I used to hate pet whump but now I'm a fan.

I have started making whump art as of late, which has been a fun new adventure! I picked it up almost solely because there's so many fantastic writers in this community who deserve some good fanart. I'm having fun working through a list of my favorite creators!

Tell us about your favourite whump trope!

Dear goodness, do I love a chin tilt.

No no...hmmm.....I get to run wild with this question and there's nothing you can do to stop me! Muahhahahhaaaaaaaa~

Okay so. Picture this.

Whumpee stumbling slowly backward, breath catching in their throat and burning at their lungs. Their feet drag against the ground as they stare up at Whumper, eyes shaking and sparkling with tears that cling to their lashes, refusing to fall. Not /quite/ yet.

Whumper strokes a knuckle down their cheek, drawing a twitch - not quite a flinch, no no, Whumpee wouldn't dare to pull away. Whumper's hand flips softly as it reaches their jaw, pressing to their throat instead.

Whumpee finally lets a sound pass their lips, a soft whimper as their back hits the wall. The momentum topples the wetness from their lashes, and Whumper's eyes roam down to follow them as they soak hot into the fabric of Whumpee's shirt.

Whumper's hand turns up just /once/ more, curling a finger under Whumpee's chin to tip their head up, drawing hiding eyes back into place.

Then they say something whumpy, I guess - you get the picture.

LOVE that shit.

Intimate whumpers? Slow pacing? Vivid sensation? Yes!

Absolutely loving the detail in that! It’s all about the sensations! And speaking of favourites, do you want to share a piece you've written?

Hard Question!

First one that comes to mind is The Party. It's one of my favorites because my hands were shaking so hard while writing it. It was a great way to kick off that event (@thewhumperssoiree) which I'm inadvertently yet shamelessly plugging by answering with that piece I guess! It's very very fun, I loved what that piece created. Everyone who wrote for it did such a great job! (Event is still open, I don’t know why I'm talking about it in past tense)

Do you have a standard writing style/routine or does it vary?

I absolutely change up my paragraph style depending on the intensity of the scene or the place in the scene. I'm a big fan of elaborating and writing moment to moment so the oc's sensations and emotions bleed into the reader. I don't write much on visuals at all - almost entirely on sensation, which I think works well in this medium.

When I'm writing, I kinda forget everything else exists, so I don't have food or drink or if I do, it's neglected. If anyone tries to talk to me, tough luck to them, I'm in the Write Zone and I cannot hear them!

I write solely when inspiration strikes which.......is a lot!

Is there a noticeable difference in how easily you write things? Do the words always flow or do you have to beat them out sometimes?

There's characters who don't get in my head nearly as easily, and ones that are effortless. Getting fucking Alec in my head? Impossible. He's a bitch, then does bitch things once there. Ethan? Dream. Miracle boy. So easy to write that emo little shit. For clarification, the seven chapters of Alec's series vs the thirty of Ethan's. Alec is a bitch. End of story.

But, I also do much better describing little moments rather than full scenes. I'm good at scenes, but it takes so many spoons. Hence why I have three hundred or so random drabble posts or lists, but only like fifty total from my series. It just takes more effort to have to think about plot and pacing and all that good stuff.

Fun? Yes.

But hard.

Is there anything you're working on at the moment? Finalising the final chapter of your series? Starting a new au? Trying a different style of writing/pov? Revisiting fanfiction? Maybe you've really gotten into poetry....

Oh dear goodness, I'm working on everything all at once and I need to stop!

I also need to roleplay less and write more for you lovelies! I’m so sorry I’m just really distractible…

Give us some writing advice. Bless us with your wisdom!

I have posts for this but:

1. Keep your descriptions to the textured senses. Less visuals, more sensation. Caretaker has brown hair? So what? Tell me about how Caretaker's hair curled at the ends, just barely tickling at the corner of their eyes until they flicked it away with a twitchy shake of the head.

2. Personify the shit out of your nouns. Whumpee bled? No. The blood soaked through Whumpee's shirt. Make it an external factor that's affecting them. Much more engaging.

3. Pacing. Whumpee got dragged into the car, then into a house and chained in the basement? That's not one scene, that's at least three. OR. It's a two sentence summary that Whumpee is musing about while already in the basement.

4. Speaking of, don't start with the boring, just get right into the action. You can weave the 'how we got here' bits in after a few sentences, but get your reader hooked right away. Don't start with "Whumpee got out of bed, glancing at their blaring alarm". Try instead "Their hands were shaking so hard they had to try three times to dial the number, fingers as clumsy as they were that morning, trying to slap their alarm off through the fog of blissful sleep." Or just don't mention it at all! Skip to the good stuff!

Lastly, let’s hype up some of your favourite blogs! Any friends, writers or just really cool people you want to shout out?

@whumblr was like my idol before I started! It's so cool just casually knowing her now? Still not over that, to be honest.

I always tag her but @distinctlywhumpthingmpthing is so good? Seriously, you want to see some god-tier writing, go over there. (minors read tws well please, its not all for you.)

@brutal-nemesisemesis is always a delight. Castys gives me life.

And of course, I'm gonna give a shoutout to @wormwritinging, my beloved. We met here and as much as I adore this community, they're hands down the best part of it.

Anything you'd like to add?

I can't think of anything but thank you for doing this. This blog is so cool!

It’s been a honor to have you here, @painsandconfusion!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

#whump community #whump interviews #lets talk whump

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dadjoke-ness · 10 months

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So Your Discord Got Hacked

A few days ago, my discord got hacked because I fell for the good old fashioned "friends working on a game" scam.

FIRST UP if any of your friends want you to try their new game, ask them identifying questions. I fell for this and feel like an absolute MORON.

BUT say you did fall for it, your discord went down and logged you off. HERE ARE THE STEPS TO TAKE.

DO NOT Log in on your computer. The virus the scammers use has a keylogger in case you have 2FA already. They need you to input your code to change the password on you. ALSO reroll any of your 2FA generated codes from the secondary device. The hacker will copy these in case you set up 2FA.

If you don't have 2FA and the hacker turns it on, IMMEDIATELY go here and submit a ticket. I will show an example ticket below, with the language I used.

Go to paypal, and if you see any charges, click on the discord charges and disable automatic payments. If you don't already have 2FA on paypal, turn that on, and once again, DO NOT use the device that got hacked.

Keep your email open. As soon as you get a response from support, you need to reply to that email.

UNINSTALL discord from the hacked device, along with anything you may have downloaded in the past 24 hours (like the unzipping program. And delete the hacker's program). Also delete the discord.exe file from your downloads on the computer.

RUN A VIRUS SCAN WITH DISCORD UNINSTALLED. Just in case they set the worm to jump out then worm back in. I used Malwarebytes - windows defender cannot catch what they are doing.

Restart your computer.

Run a second virus scan.

Download discord again directly from discord. Install from the new EXE file. Run a third virus scan just to be safe.

IF IT WORKED, the QR code login will load properly. The worm the hackers use blocks the QR code - this is so you type your password/the 2FA code. They also block your computer from seeing what other devices are accessing your account - because you'd be aware they're logging in.

WHEN YOU GET YOUR ACCOUNT BACK - change the password via a secondary device. My computer discord was hacked, so I changed the password via mobile. I also rerolled all the backup codes just in case. Discord staff turns off 2FA when they get you back into your account because it's very common for hackers to turn it on to keep you from getting in.

Log in via the QR code scan (if it was your computer). This is just a secondary precaution, I don't want my computer to know the password at all.

CONTACTING DISCORD SUPPORT:

Note: you want the first email or an email prior to the last 24 hours just in case the hacker changes your email address. When staff is looking at your ticket, they use this as a confirmation, if it was changed today, that could be the hacker trying to use support to hack you back.

(Here there's a popup of recommended articles, I'm skipping that.)

I don't know if I said any magic words but discord got me back into my account VERY quickly.

I got rehacked before I went through the steps of uninstalling and virus scans, but I quickly got the hacker out by doing mobile only on all the resets.

You can also tell if the hacker is there because your discord will keep logging you out randomly! This is (from what I figure) the hacker logging out your hacked device to get your 2FA codes, but they have to be fast, so if they miss it they log you out again.

#PSA #Steps to take if your discord is hacked #also always disconnect your paypal from discord after you get nitro #do that now actually #just in case

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the-moonlightwitch-official · 2 years

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chapter 3

summary: y/n l/n is a 18 year old girl that struggled in school a lot. It all started in kindergarten when her soul marks never appeared, becoming the class joke. But trust me, y/n’s life never got any easier when the marks did finally appear.

SERIES WARNING: MINORS DNI 18+, student x teacher, mentions of burning, scars, bullying, polyamorous, yandere, yandere themes, kidnapping, murdering, nsfw

“Oh sweetheart! You’ve found your soulmates!” your mother swarmed you in a hug. “We should celebrate, bring them over!” you looked nervous and shook your head. “Maybe some other time”. You brushed her arms off of you and walked away, placing your bag down on the kitchen chair, and headed towards your room. She followed you, asking 20 questions of “are you alright”, and “what happened?” You shut the door in her face and flopped on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, ignoring her pleas and knocks at your bedroom door.

You let out a long sigh that you didn't even know you were holding. You're absolutely exhausted. The whole day was spent dodging teachers, such as Mr. aizawa, yamada, and all might. It got to the point where you packed your shit and skipped class. You just went off campus and enjoyed your day away from school. Of course, many emails from the teachers blew up your phone and even got to the point where they even called your number from their personal cell. It all went ignored as you sat in a coffee shop. Quite small, but very peaceful, wasn't very busy since everyone was at work and school. The walk home wasn’t very peaceful. You lost track of time. People started shuffling into the shops and the streets began to get busy. Pretty much, you didn’t head home until UA dismissed its students and people got let out of work.

Constantly looking over your shoulder as you pretty much speed walked down the street. Someone was watching you, or at least it felt like it. ‘That's crazy, though, right? There are crowds of people here.’ you thought to yourself as you pushed through the crowds of people. Looking around, you see that no one was paying attention to you. They were all minding their business and had places to be, people to see. But you couldn’t shake this feeling. The feeling of a pair of eyes glued to you. You ran through the crowd in hopes to get home sooner. Colliding with someone, you both fell. “I'm so sorry!” you exclaimed while helping them up. They rolled their eyes and told you it was alright and carried on with their day. You watched them walk away, and in the corner of your eye you spotted someone in the crowd watching you. You turned to look, only to watch them quickly disappear. Weird. It looked a lot like aizawa. That's how you got home today, a lot of paranoia and running.

You lay on your bed, breathing deeply and pretty much just waiting for the parent phone call to happen. Not even a few minutes pass and low and behold, it’s happening now as you hear your mother angry on the phone and bringing up your name on the other side of the door. Huffing and sitting up, you prepare for the worst. The door opened abruptly and in came your mother with a look of anger and confusion. “Where were you today?” you looked at her and blinked. “I just got a call from your teacher, Mr. aizawa saying that you were absent for the rest of school after lunchtime.” you nodded in agreement. “Why?” you looked up at her again and said, “I don't want to talk about it, right now.” She huffed in annoyance and left your room with a look of disappointment.

Looking down at your phone, you noticed all the phone calls and messages from your friends and teachers. As you were scrolling through the messages that were sent by midoriya, and all the voicemails left by the callers, an incoming call came in. It looked like aizawa’s because the number matched his voicemails. You reluctantly swiped the answer button and put the cell phone up to your ear. “Hello?” you hear shuffling on the other end that sounded like paper work before you heard a voice.

“Hi, ms. l/n, glad you finally picked up. Where have you been today?” you rolled your eyes and “why are you calling me, you just got off the phone with my mother,” you heard a sigh on the other end “yes, that is true.” before he could say anything else you hung up. Right as you were about to set down the phone, another phone call came rolling in, except it wasn't aizawa it was mr. yamada. You put the phone on DND and went to sleep. Welp tomorrow’s gonna be fun.

Hizashi and shota accepted that you're their soulmate and are going to try to get to know you and love you. Meanwhile, All might isn’t having very much fun. He's confused. He shuffled through a crowd of people and entered a grocery store. All the memories went through his head. All the women he slept with and desperately tried to keep. Desperately tried to find a spark between them and him. He’s been looking for his soulmate for years. Often getting into relationships and sleeping with people. Getting them to say the words on his chest, so they can light up. But to no avail. He just kept digging himself a bigger and deeper hole. He lives alone now. Likewise, he doesn’t try to go after anyone. He just minds his own business and moves on with his life. The more he thinks about you, the happier he feels. He picked up two sodas and checked them out, putting them in bags and leaving. He can't let this pass. Likewise, he has to have you. He’s been looking everywhere for you for years, his soulmate. And now he finally found you.

The next school day was tiring. The morning was spent avoiding everyone and hiding from teachers. You were also wearing earphones and listening to music, so you have the excuse to ignore everyone. The buzzing in your pocket was a sign that someone texted you. Taking the phone out of your pocket and checking, you have seen that it was midoriya.

(midoriyas texts are green.)

“Hey, you should come hang out with me. You’ve been distant, are you alright?”

“fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Where are you?”

“Hanging out in the cafeteria, where are you?”

“The library.”

“You should come get something to eat.”

“K. Be there in a minute.”

And with that, you put your phone back in your pocket and put your earphone back in your ear. Now heading to the cafeteria, which was in another building. You began your journey out of the library and still being weary of your surroundings. Soon you began to approach and teacher lounge and the door was open. Quickly walking by it, you noticed a figure wearing all black leaning against the counter holding a cup of coffee. Soon the figure perked up as it noticed you walking by. It didn’t take a genius to know who it was. Aizawa.

“Wait” you faintly hear through your earphones. Shit. You picked up the pace and looked over your shoulder only to notice not only aizawa but yamada as well. You looked ahead, and before you could start running, a hand landed on your shoulder. You flinched and looked at the hand on your left shoulder and then to the person the hand was connected to. Light green orbs peered at you through orange shades. “Where have ya been, listener?” you looked ahead and tried to keep walking. But the hand on your shoulder tightened its grip. “Come on, let's hang out, yeah?” he guided you to turn around, and there was aizawa standing there. They guided you to the teacher's lounge. Aizawa closed the door behind all of you and pulled open a chair on the left side of the table for you to sit. Next to you, you noticed a laptop, headphones, cell phone, and iced coffe, sitting there on the table. That must be where Mr. yamada was sitting. Hizashi popped a squat right next to you, in the very seat with all the personal belongings.

He opened his laptop and continued to work like nothing happened, while also trying to start a conversation with you. You kept quiet. Hizashi pulled your earphones out. “Hello, earth to y/n?” you glared at him. “Cream or sugar?” you looked past mr. yamada’s shoulder to see that Mr. aizawa was making you a cup of coffee. “I'm good.” you responded as you took out your phone. Hizashi took it from your hands and sat it on the other side of his laptop, out of your reach. “HEY!” you shouted. As you were about to get up. Shota’s hand fell to your shoulder and sat you back down, as he sat a cup of freshly brewed coffee in front of you. “Relax” was all he said as he sat across from both you and his husband, hizashi. “Call me shota outside of class, and call my husband mr. yamada, Hizashi outside of class.” You looked shocked and turned to Mr. yamada next to you. Looking down, you noticed his wedding ring, as both of his hands were on the table. You looked up and seen that he was looking at you with a hopeful, and gleeful smile.

“Husband?” you looked back at aizawa.

He took a sip of his coffee. “Mhm.” Hizashi looked at his husband, aizawa and interlaced his fingers with his. Aizawa held his coffee in his other hand that wasn’t occupied with his husband's fingers. Hizashi spoke up. “Yep, this is all mine right here.” you looked at them both as they shared little dating/wedding stories. You tuned out, not hearing anything that was being said. Until a gloved hand waved in your face. “Hello there, earth to my little listener?” you snapped out of it and stood up, grabbing your phone. “Congrats.” you said nonchalantly. Hizashi stopped you and set you back down. “Listen. We love you. And we would want nothing more than to protect you and have you a part of our relationship.” he said calmly. “We’ll move slowly.” aizawa added in. you shook your head. “No.” getting up again, only to be sat back down. “Songbird, baby, please.”

“Give us a chance.” aizawa stepped in. with one final sigh. You relented. “Sure. You guys are my soulmates. So why not.” hizashi jumped up with glee and took you into a hug. “YES! We’re gonna love you, cuddle you.” before he could go any further. You jumped in. “What about your reputation. Y’know. Present mic. Eraserhead?” hizashi nodded in agreement, but quickly dismissed your worries. “It doesn’t matter. I love you. And I’ll disguise myself.” you shook your head. “What about my mom?” he looked down at you. “What about your mom?” you looked at aizawa. Who then stepped in. “She has a point. Her mother probably won't like that we’re both gonna be with her daughter.” hizashi thought for a minute. “We’ll hide it.” shota rolled his eyes. “We’ll figure something out, baby.” he said as he rounded the table and kissed your forehead. He yawned and declared that you all split up and head to class. He kissed hizashi and declared his departure, grabbing your hand and heading out of the room with you. “Bye, babe!” you heard hizashi shout behind you. Shota waved and headed to his classroom with you. He led you to his desk and he sat down in his.

It still fells odd to have your desk literally so close to his. Your desk is literally on the side of his. He can see everything you do know. What you're working on, what you're hiding, who you're looking at, if you're paying attention, etc. Honestly feels like a violation. Your phone buzzed, and you took it out of your pocket. Shit, you forgot about midoriya.

“y/nnnnnnnnnnnnn, where are you?”

Before you could answer, shota reached over with his hand open. Expecting you to put the phone in his hand. It took all of three seconds of your hesitation before he just snatched the phone from you. “HEY!” he looked at the phone and then you. “Texting boys are we?” you rolled your eyes. “That's my privacy, it's none of your business.” he turned off the phone and put it in his desk drawer, and locked it. “It’s causing a distraction, you’ll retrieve it during dismissal at the end of school today.” you gave him the look of shock. “Not fair at all. Class didn’t even start yet.” he just glared at you for a moment before continuing to type on his computer. The warning bell rung and kids began to flood the class, with the scary occasional glare from shota when any of the kids interact with you. Jeez, possessive much?

He lectured the class as per usual and gave out the worksheets. While everyone else was working, he helped you the most with the questions. Looks like you get special treatment. He plans on keeping the soul bond stuff on the down low. After class dismissed, you headed to miss midnights class. She knew about the situation and she was ecstatic. Treating you like royalty in her class. Looks like you get special treatment from her as well. The third period with hizashi was literally no different from shota’s class. You were sat near his desk and he gave you special treatment. Winked at you and made kissy faces when no one was looking. It made you extremely uncomfortable.

Lunch sucked. They reserved a teacher lounge all to themselves and forced you to eat with them. Well, shota didn't really eat. He just drank coffee and jelly packs and worked on paperwork. Hizashi was demolishing some ramen, with the occasional offer for a bit to shota. He mostly declined and the eventually caved. He dropped his pen and leaned over the table and took a bit of his ramen. The broth getting on his face and lips, and hiashi wasting no time to lean over the table and lick it off his face. You just looked away and stared down at the table as you slowly ate your curry. “It's good baby, do you want a bite?” you looked over and noticed hizashi looking at you with a bright smile and holding some ramen in between chopsticks out to you. Politely declining, you resumed your lunch.

He shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat. His noodles looked fire hot red. He apparently loves spicy noodles, especially 2x spicy. It was hard to eat when you had no appetite. It’s so hard to continue on with the day, when you can process what’s happening. You only agreed to this shit to shut them up. “I-i have to go to the bathroom.” you quickly got up and shota offered to come with, but you declined and continued on your way. There was really no point in declining because you already know, that one of them is going to be standing outside the restroom anyway. They only allow you to use the teacher bathroom. You tried to sneak your way into the student bathroom. But hizashi was apparently following behind you. “Nah uh” you looked behind you and seen hizashi snap his fingers and point to the teacher bathroom.

You went to where his finger was pointing and headed into the bathroom. Before you closed the door, you noticed him leaning against the wall, signaling that he was going to keep guard over you while you used the bathroom. You closed the door and looked into the mirror above the sink and questioned your life decisions. You turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on your face. The knocks on the door snapped you out of it. “Hey, songbird im gonna head back to the lounge real quick, I’ll be back in a few minutes, ok?”

“Ok.” you said to acknowledge his question. You heard heavy footsteps walking away. You took this as your chance to leave. You opened the door and looked both ways before walking away. Only to collide with someone. You looked up and seen the big buff all might. “Oh my! I'm so sorry y/n” he said. “It's fine.” you waved as you walked around him. He turned around and grabbed your shoulder. “Where are you going?” you looked at him and said, “downstairs to the vending machine.” he smiled. “I’ll come with.” you shook your head. “You don't have to.” he only ignored you and grabbed your hand, walking with you. He noticed you were in a hurry. “In a hurry, I see young y/n.” he chuckled. You looked nervous. “Is everything alright?” you nodded and kept going.

You reached the vending machine, and he interrupted you as you pulled out your money. “Allow me.” he said as he put his money into the vending machine and picked out what you wanted. “Pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to pay for things by yourself.” he smiled brightly as you and bent over to grab the snack that fell to the bottom of the vending machine. He handed it to you, and you smiled nervously, taking the snack from his hands and thanking him. You just can't escape these soul bonds. Before you could walk away, he lightly grabbed your shoulder and looked into your eyes. “You're so pretty, you know that?” you nodded. “So fucking pretty y/n, I'm glad that we’re soul bonds.” you were speechless. “How about I take you out to your favorite place to eat, after school, huh?” he said with hope in his eyes. Before you could say anything, you were interrupted.

“HEY!, what the hell are you doing?” you both looked over and seen hizashi and shota walking over, and looking absolutely pissed. All might put both of his hands up and smiled. “Just buying something for her at the vending machine is all.” shota raised a brow and walked towards you, grabbing your hand and guiding you away. As you were going upstairs, hizashi voiced his disappointment and his worries. “You should have said something to me before you left, songbird.” you nodded and walked back into the lounge. You sat back down and hizashi grabbed your curry and popped it back into the microwave. “Curry went cold, baby. Gonna warm it back up, for ya.” you thanked him. “What did he say to you?” you looked in front of you to see shota looking at you curiously. “Nothing much, just called me pretty and bought a snack for me.” shota huffed and grumbled in annoyance under his scarf. “Relax babe, I doubt he knew she was ours.” hizashi said as he sat your food down in front of you.

After eating, you carried on with your day. School went smoothly. With the occasional event of all might “accidentally” running into you multiple times. Shota stalked you from the sidelines and noticed all might strange behavior towards you. He’d have to confront him soon.

After school dismissal, you collected your phone from shota and headed out. The walk home was pretty good, except for the feeling of being watched. Normally, shota watched you, because he didn't want his husband doing it due to him being too recognizable and famous. Every sound of footsteps or rubble being stepped on behind you only encouraged you to walk faster. Shota noticed in the corner of his eye, all might as well was stalking you. Shota swiftly and quietly made his way to all might. All might noticed and quickly hid in an alleyway. “Toshinori what are you doing?” he jumped and rubbed his neck furiously. “N-nothing, just scanning the streets for villains.” shota didn’t believe that for a second. “You're in your skinny form. You normally scan the streets in your big form.” he shook his head. “Just trying something different.” shota was fed up.

“Spill it, what do you want with y/n?” all might looked shocked. “I don't know what you mean.” shota’s eyes lit up and his hair levitated above his head. “Stay away from hizashi and I’s soul bond.” toshinori looked at him confused. “Wait she’s your soul bond too?” shota’s hair dropped and questioned him. “What do you mean?” toshinori lifted his shirt and showed your soulmark on his chest.” shota was taken aback. Well, he’s going to have alot of fun explaining that to his husband. “She’s mine.” shota said before walking away. “She’s mine as well shota, she’s ours.” shota stopped and turned around, listening to toshinori ramble on about how long it took to find you. Shota decided to be reasonable.

“Fine we’ll figure something out.” Shota began to walk away when toshinori jumped back in. “my place? You can come over to my place and bring hizashi.” shota contemplated for a second before answering. “Sure.” toshinori brightened up. “6 pm?” shota nodded at his question. Toshinori rubbed his hands together and pulled out a notebook from his back pocket and grabbed the pen that was in it, clicking it multiple times before writing down the plan. “ you're following her home?” shota looked at toshinori one more time before answering. “Yes, I have it handled. I’ll protect her well. Why don't you go rest and get ready for the 6pm plan.” toshinori nodded and thanked him before walking away to his car and driving off. Shota followed through with his plan and followed you home, making sure you weren’t in harms way.

Meanwhile, toshinori was nervous. Staring straight ahead as he drove. No music played on the radio. Just silence. Toshinori is well aware that hizashi and shota steer clear of him, and are not really big fans of being around him. He accepts it, it’s well deserved. He thought about the past when he was in school. He was a third year when hizashi and shota were first years. It all started at the U.A sports festival when they first met. The event is only meant for first years. The only reason why Toshinori was allowed in was because he was at the top of his classes and was in the big three. They wanted him to encourage the first years and set a wonderful example. The fights happened first. The one v one’s. All might was going against another 3rd year, to show an example to the freshman’s what one of the big three were capable of. “TEXAS SMASH!” was the moved that ended the match. The other person went out of bounds. Resulting in Toshinori being the winner. Afterwards, the games began. The headband game. Toshinori teamed up with shota, hizashi, midnight, and oboro.

“Your really powerfu with a quirk like that.” he said to shota. Who sheepishly looked at him and said a quiet “thanks” The first soulmark on toshinori’s chest lit up. Before he could say anything, hizashi jumped in. “Texas smash, huh? That's creative!”. That's when toshinori’s second soul mark on his chest lit up. He decided to ignore it. He looked at his team members and said, “we’ll make an awesome team!” and with that. shota’s second soul mark on collar bone, lit up. Before anything could start, the loud sound of the horn being blown interrupted him and the games began. After the games, Everyone was worn out and needed a break. “You make an amazing teammate, hizashi!” toshinori said after catching up with him, after the team split ways. Hizashi’s second soul mark on his hip lit up.

“Hey you ignited my mark.” hizashi said, showing toshinori in surprise. He looked surprised and then showed hizashi the soul marks that ignited on his chest. Hizashi was ecstatic and grabbed toshi by the hand and ran to shota. “Look, look, he’s our soulmate!!” shota looked over at the two and said nothing. “Wait, you two are already soulmates?” toshi asked.

(FLASHBACK)

Hizashi was known as the loud extrovert of the class. Talks way too loudly and too much. Hizashi made his way to the back of the class. Where shota was located. Target acquired.

Shota was sitting at his desk in the back, quiet as a mouse. “You’re looking mighty lonely over there.” shota gasped in pain as the words on his collar bone lit up. “Do you ever shut up?” he responded. Hizashi also took a step back and gasped in pain as the words on his hip bone lit up. From there on out they, were friends and eventually fell in love.

(END FLASHBACK)

“Yeah, we’re soulmates.” hizashi said. “We’re in loooooooooove.” he added in making kissy faces at shota. Who only dodged it.

After the school day ended, they brought toshinori to a small café and hung out. Discussing relationship planes and soul mate things. “We’d love for you to join our relationship. You're our soulmate after all.” hizashi said. Shota nodding in agreement. The pair were honestly hopeful. Toshi declined, stating that he doesn't want that, he wants to focus on hero work and becoming the number one hero. He doesn't have time for this stuff. Hizashi tried to get him to change his mind. But he just yelled at them and stormed out of the café.

That was the last time he’s seen them. Even as adults, when they met again, the pair didn't want much to do with him unless they were assigned to something with him. Other than that. They just steer clear of each other.

Toshinori kept his eyes on the road and eventually pulled into his driveway. This, this could be a huge change. He went in, took a shower and prepared for the event later today. He started brewing tea, when he heard a knock at the door. He jumped in surprise and looked at his watch. “Shit, 6pm already.” he scurried to the door and opened it. There stood shota and hizashi wearing casual clothing. “Come in!” toshinori said nervously. Closing the door after the two came in. “R-right this way.” he said, guided the pair to the dining room table. It was awkward. The three being near each other again, let alone in toshi’s house.

“Nice home……it’s very homey.” hizashi said, trying to lighten the mood just a bit. Toshinori sat tea in front of the pair and sat down. A few moments of silence and the sounds of tea being sipped on before toshinori spoke. “Listen. I am truly sorry for my past actions and the way I spoke to you and treated you both.” Hizashi looked at him before taking off his glasses and folding them. “Listen, it's fine. You had goals that you wanted to reach. I respect that.” he said, putting his hands in front of him to dismiss toshi’s apology. “I wanted to make up for it, since you're my soul mates, and figure something out about y/n.” shota nodded at what toshinori said and added in. “I gave it some thought and I think adding you into our marriage is the best plan for this.” Hizashi nodded in agreement. Toshi smiled, “are you sure?” shota took a sip of tea before answering. “Hizashi was skeptical about it, since he didn't really wanna fuck with you, but after some convincing, he’s willing to forgive you and move forward.” Hizashi nodded.

“The marriage would have to wait a few weeks, due to money and having many plans.” shota added. “Of course, thank you so much. I won't disappoint the both of you. I will be the best I can be and provide for you both and y/n.” They nodded in agreement.

“We’re going to kidnap y/n, and hopefully add her to our marriage at some point.”

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Ooh girl if your gonna write for Schlotti, could you write some thigh riding please? Because they actually drive me insane 😂 (no worries if not tho! ❤️)

Nico boo never skips leg day…

Enjoy 🍌

Thighs

You watched as Nico got dressed for the final fitting of the new Coal & Steel kit. His phone lit up, just after he unbuttoned his jeans.

The blonde walked over to the small table where his phone was, fly open and the bulge of his manhood peeking through.

Sometimes being the social media manager of Borussia Dortmund needed absolute focus. Oh and focused you were.

He laughed at whatever he was reading, making the defined muscles of his stomach flex. If he did this on purpose, it definitely worked. You quickly turned away, pretending to check the camera in your hand.

„Do you know when the jersey will be released ?" Nico asked you, his voice sweet as ever.

„Umm I think around February 2023, but it's not settled yet." you answered as if you didn't have a hard time keeping your eyes away from his naked torso.

You loved working with BVB and you were always being professional, but when they bought Nico Schlotterbeck in the summer of 2022, you knew it was going to be a challenge.

He gained massive popularity at Freiburg and the hype didn't leave you out. If he knew you were a fan, let alone know about the little crush you had, you probably could leave Germany.

After he was done getting dressed, you led him to the set. The orange flickery lighting made his skin glow and his brown eyes seem golden. The photographer instructed him to do a few poses and you also took a few pictures and videos for instagram. Nico was really photogenic.

You left the set and went to the empty makeup & break area to edit the posts. Nico was the last player who came to shoot today, so by the time he came back to get dressed again, most of the staff had already left.

"Already done ? That was quick."

The defender grabbed a water bottle and sat down on the chair in front of the mirror.

"What can I say? I'm just a pro. " the playful smirk he sent your way made wetness pool in your panties.

He nipped at the opening of his water bottle and ran his hand through his bleached hair.

"The lights were really warm" he commented.

You just couldn't help but focus on his black shorts, which had travelled up his big, muscular thighs. The pale skin looked smooth and you wanted to run your hands up them to feel if they actually were.

Nico seemed to notice your stare, because he broke the silence.

„Do you want to sit or why are you staring ?“

Your eyes shot up to meet his, mouth opening.

„Umm-„ Your cheeks felt hot. „Why would I want to sit on your lap ?“ The laugh you let out sounded forced and you mentally cursed yourself for being so obvious.

The footballer in front of you crossed his arms and raised his brow. The smirk on his lips widened.

„I never said anything about my lap, but if that was what’s distracting you, then“ he cut off his sentence by pointing to his thighs with a quick motion of his gaze.

Your cheeks must be as red as a pepper now, but the daring sparkle in his brown orbs was intriguing you to take this a step further. How far would he go ?

„Okay, then“ you repeated his choice of words and slowly climbed onto his lap.

Your hands were holding onto his broad shoulders for leverage, as you carefully set your weight on his muscles. Nico‘s hands found your waist and his touch burned through the thin material of your shirt.

The skirt you wore didn’t cover your knees, so it pooled against his knees. The only barrier separating your core from his skin being light cotton panties.

He guided your hips, noticing you didn’t fully sit down. You still hovered, because if you sat down on his thigh, he‘d knew how much this situation had you dripping.

Nico won and the touch of his warm thigh against your core made you moan. Your hands fisted the black jersey and your hips bucked forward, seeking friction.

His lips found your jawline, leaving soft pecks up to your ear.

„Is this for me, hm? Your little pussy sopping wet, making a mess on my lap“ Nico‘s hands slipped down to cover your ass under your skirt, pulling you closer.

You moved your hips back and forth on his legs, supported by Nico massaging the soft flesh of your backside. With closed eyes you enjoyed the pleasure given to you.

„Oh Nico. Your thighs. Fuck.“ Your words echoed through the room. He started to flex his thigh ever so often, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

When you felt the familiar pressure building in your lower stomach, one of your hands moved from his shoulder to push your shirt over your bra. Pushing the cups down, you played with your hardened buds, seeking your release.

You came with Nico‘s lips on yours. His kiss swallowed your scream, as you rode out your orgasm.

Regaining your breath, you noticed Nico staring up at you in awe. It made you blush, which seemed odd considering what the two of you had just done.

„I‘m sorry. Now you‘re thigh is all sticky and you‘re umm-„ you got up from his lap and pointed towards his crotch. „- in a situation“

Nico laughed at you. He whole heartly, loudly laughed at you. You scrunched your brows. What was so hilarious?

„You use me or rather my thigh as your sex toy and now you apologize and can’t even talk about my erection without looking like a beet“ he said, a big smile displaying on his face.

You felt offended. „I didn’t use you as my sex toy, also I apologized.“

Nico cocked his head to the side, thinking about s proper reply while staring at your still semi exposed chest.

„Hmm why don’t you apologize properly then ? Bent over the table and offer me to use you for my pleasure ?“

You looked at the table, then the mirror and then back to him. He was serious about it.

New pleasure waved through your body. The thought of getting fucked by him against the mirror made you incredibly hot.

As you walked towards the table, he followed close behind. You could see that Nico stroked himself, pants pulled to his knees. One of his hands added light pressure between your shoulder blades and you bend, hands grasping the wood of the table top.

With a few smart flicks of his hand he ripped your panties and guided himself inside of you.

He filled you to the brim. His thick member massaged all the right spots inside of you.

Nico fucked you with a slow pace, careful not to slip out. You were a moaning mess, the first orgasm only being an appetizer to this.

He breathed and groaned words of pleasure himself, enjoying every sweet clench of your tight pussy.

Nico picked up the pace, instructing you to rub your most sensitive spot. His thrusts became harder and you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut at the intense feeling.

Another, stronger orgasms announced and you hoped Nico wouldn’t pull out. The feeling pf his cum inside you would definitely tip you over the edge.

„Don’t pull out- Nico, fuck. Please don’t.“

Your words spurred him on to find his own release. You felt his hot breath on your cheek. A light peck joined by sinful words.

„If you want my cum, doll, you better swallow it and if you spill, you‘ll never have my cock again“

At that your whole body started to shake, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you. You clenched around nothing, because Nico let go of you, to pull you off the table and on your knees.

Without asking you immediately took him between your lips. It only took a few thrusts of his hips to fill your mouth up.

You swallowed greedily, licking your lips.

Nico helped you stand up. Both of you redressed, not saying a word.

Touching up your makeup, you saw Nico was ready to leave.

„By the way, it’s nice to know you’re a fan.“ he winked and left the room.

You stared at the door, dumbfounded. He was definitely not letting you down on that.

A/N: The Schlotterbecks can get it.

I hope my Nico girlies feel satisfied 💕🥺

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