#I am a secret third thing: I can make them kiss

[chubs-deuce]

unstoppable force vs immovable object is one of my favorite dynamics

#I am a secret third thing: I can make them kiss #also this reads a little out of order bc the meme format doesn't sound right otherwise but the first sentence is charlie the second is Al #charlastor #radiobelle #hazbin hotel #alastor #charlie morningstar #fanart #sketch #my art #art #digital art #just realized right after posting that I forgot his monocle again- whatever it's not like he looks consistent in my style anyways lol

[kissitbttr]

ANA! ANA MY LUV!! idk much about miguel (a travesty i knoeww) but i saw ur fratboy post n now i cant stop drooling at the idea of fratboy!miguel introducing u to his frat buddies!! being so possessive: holding ur waist or pulling u to his lap; kissing ur neck even when his friends are right there. oh my goddd im gonna sob hes so!!!

SUNNY?! I AM BITING MY FIST OMG HE’D SOOO FREAKING POSSESSIVE UGH I LOVE IT WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT

bby you HAVE to hop on the miguel simp train!! HE IS SO FINEEEE😩😩

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it was around after the third date when miguel nervously asked you to come to the frat house to meet his brothers. he didn’t want to overwhelm you of course, he knew how annoying and pushy his brothers could be but still, he would love for them to get to know you just as he had when he was with you,

you saw how nervous he got, but you assured him by squeezing his hand and telling him that you were okay with that. he smiled in return, kissing you softly on the lips as a thank you,

“i never express any gratitude towards anyone in my life except my parents but i want to thank you so much for finally saying yes, it was fucking annoying to hear him yapping about you non-stop. all of us had enough of his corny shit”

one of his frat brothers, glen had mentioned. feigning a relief expression while he smirked at miguel who gave him the finger,

“i literally thanked Jesus when i heard him going on a date with you, y/n! you are our life savior”

miguel threw his head back in annoyance, groaning at how his frat brothers continued to spill his secrets. but you giggled instead, looking over at him who avoided your gaze out of pure embarrassment.

“what else did he do?”

miguel shot you a warning look, “don’t encourage them, muñeca! they’d go all the way out!”

“oh believe me, we have many” beck had answered, playfully snickering at the amount of times miguel had ranted about you. “which one do you want to hear? one where he talked about you while he was high? or one where it was late at night—“

“fuck off, kingsley!” miguel had interrupted before he got too far, in which beck put his hands up in defense.

miguel snaked his arm around your waist, giving your hip three taps to prompt you to sit on his lap which you obliged.

you happily plopped yourself down on one of his thick thighs. he helped you with shifting your body into a comfortable position with your legs crossed.

the rest of the boys sat in the living room, piling in the same area as they all stared at the two of you. millions of questions running through their minds, desperate to know if miguel somehow blackmailed you into agreeing to go out on a date with him or something worse,

miguel sensed the stares from his brothers and, to be frank, it was quite uncomfortable. though he knew for sure they wanted to know the same thing.

“are you guys wondering how i got to take her out or what?”

they all responded with a ‘yes’ in unison, making him rub his temple and you smiled

“so? what did he do, y/n? because i’m starting to think this is a joke”

“could be. i mean, carlos went all 110% for a girl when she rejected his offer the first time” glen shrugged, earning a frown from carlos himself,

“i did not—“

“yes you did. you stood outside of the campus library with a boombox over your head” one boy chimed in while sipping his beer,

“okay see, i was—“

“oh! and remember when he threatened to pull his—“

“shut the fuck up! focus! we’re not here for me but for them!” carlos gestured his hand at both miguel and you. “can we leave my shit behind? that would be great”

carlos's cheeks went beet red as the other guys teased him for it, beck patted him on the back and told him that it was nothing to be ashamed of but carlos only swatted his hand away,

you found it so endearing at how the frat guys were so playful and funny with each other. typical boys will be boys type of thing. they were definitely far more different than when you see them during parties,

“well to be honest, he really didn’t have to do anything” you simply replied, tucking a hair behind your ear. “but definitely persistent, in the most politest way and less creepier though”

“you saying what i did was creepy?” carlos pointed at himself with a defeated look,

“i mean, if you had to ask then yeah”

the rest erupted in a peal of loud laughter while carlos’s shoulders slouched. propping his back against the chair with his arms crossed, a chorus of ‘see?’ and ‘i told you so’s’ made you laugh,

miguel settled his elbow on the armrest, eyes glinted with adoration whilst his mouth stretched into a lovesick grin. he watched how you managed to pull joy out of them and there’s nothing he’s appreciated more than that,

the way you threw your head back as another cute giggle escaped you while holding onto his shoulder for balance was enough to make his heart ponder,

“man, you’ve got wicked sense of humor, y/n—say if shit went sideways between the two of you, just know I’m available”

miguel frowned upon hearing that as his nose scrunched up in disgust as he leapt the nearest pillow at his brother’s direction for that comment. he wrapped his arm around your waist far more protectively,

“watch it” he warned, glaring at him. he knew it was a joke but he still didn’t like how that sounded, “i’ll kick your fucking ass, monty”

upon seeing that, your hand moved to find his cheek, lightly tapping his chin with your finger to get him to look at you,

“easy there, big boy” your words soothed him in seconds, especially when he heard his favorite nickname leaving your mouth, "I'm with you"

the confirmation made him giddy and his heart blossomed,

he moved dangerously close to your ear to whisper before kissing the back of it making you giggle. “you look so pretty tonight, muñeca” miguel dragged his fingertips up and down your exposed thigh, then squeezed the soft flesh. “so so pretty— do i get to see you in this dress more often?”

the question came off too excited despite his best trying to hide it, again, if there was nobody around, he'd actually take you right there and then.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but I thought you like me better when i’m naked?”

“oh there’s no doubt about that, mi amor” he winked with a chuckle, “am i… about to get lucky tonight?”

“you might” a seductive response laced on your tone, winking at him as he squeezed your waist before

the boys let out a couple of groans and fake puking sounds at the sight, but the two of you remained still in your element,

''you guys make me sick" glen protested, shaking his head before getting up from the chair to walk away but you caught a small smile on his face,

"jealous you don't have a girlfriend, mayback?" miguel teased at him, glen only threw him the middle finger before cracking another can of beer from the kitchen,

the rest of the boys followed his actions after, not before congratulating miguel on scoring with you.

the word girlfriend made you bulldozed, eyes darted toward his smiling proud face before yours stretched into one as well,

"i'm your girlfriend?"

his smile faltered after he soon realized what he had just called you, he swallowed a nervous gulp. opening and closing his mouth because he was unsure what to say

you must admit you enjoyed seeing him like that.

"well i-i mean--i wasn't--surely you were--uh--what was the question again?"

you tucked your lower lip in between your teeth, head tilting to the side as the adorable man in front of you became a stuttering mess.

realizing that he is on the edge of a nervous breakdown, you leaned closer to his face before smashing your lips against his. his body went still by your action, but soon found himself lost in your kiss and sighed out of contentment,

you pulled away after a few seconds, tousling his soft chocolate hair before replying,

''i would love to be your girl, o'hara''

-

please please PLEASE tell me this is good!! i was writing this in the car and I couldn’t concentrate for a second because people were honking too much!! bhhshshs

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara blurbs #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #frat!miguel

[iridecsense]

 Lip Smacker - m.

⤷ summary: in which izuku, katsuki, and shouto make a bet about what flavor chapstick you wear.

word count: 4.8k   pairing: tdbkdk | fem!reader   warnings: none ♡   genre: crack, smut | lime author’s note: This is a COLLEGE AU, meaning all characters are aged up to 18+ consenting adults—more specifically all characters are in their 20s.

If there was one thing about you that everyone knew, it was that you were not one to shy away from PDA with anyone. And by anyone, that means anyone. It was no secret you were overly-affectionate, especially with your friends. It wasn't a bad thing, just a little jarring at times. 

You were a big cuddler. It was absolutely normal to embrace one of your friends and hold them hostage on the common room couch. It was practically routine. Holding hands was another habit of yours. You hated walking to class alone, and whoever you convinced to go with you would have your hand tightly wrapped around theirs the entire time.

There were other ticks too, like how you’d sit on the nearest person’s lap even if there was space for you elsewhere, or when you essentially tackle your friends into a hug when you got too excited, which was surprisingly quite often. It’s just how you were, and your friends had long since accepted that. 

There was one thing, however, that a certain group of testosterone-heavy someones couldn't wrap their heads around. As harmless and simple as it may have seemed to you, it really stirred up tensions with your guy friends. Out of all your little ticks, there was one tick you loved to do the most, and that was kiss.

It wasn’t a sexual thing. In fact it was far from it. You kissed everyone, including your girl friends. Truthfully, you kissed your girl friends more often than your guy friends, but it didn't change the fact that you kissed a lot. Like... a lot. So much so that the guys of your dorm have a bit of a competition around it. 

You see, you were a very pretty girl. You were sweet and kind, and adorable, and all the things guys fawn over in a spritely young woman such as yourself. Having someone like you around the dorms was a blessing for them. A pretty girl who isn’t afraid of some platonic touching with the opposite sex? What an absolute win!

“I’m telling you guys, y/n totally wants me!” Denki burst into the common room.

“Did you take the stairs? Why are you sweating?” Mina asked, turning around on the couch to face him.

“Yeah, the elevator was too slow,” he huffed, throwing his bag on the floor and jumping onto an empty chair.

Jirou scrunched her nose. “We live on the third floor why are you sweating that much?” 

“Oh my GOD, did you guys not hear what I said?” Denki groaned, changing the subject. “y/n wants me! She wants my plug in her outlet, and she wants me to stick it in and out all night long!” 

The room erupted into a sea of disgusted groans. A rogue pillow found itself impacted in Denki’s face, courtesy of Mina. 

“Ew, dude?!” Jirou cringed. 

Kirishima shook his head disapprovingly. “Come on, man. Not cool.” 

“That’s just gross,” said Sero.

“Trust me, the last thing y/n wants is any of...” Mina gestured to Denki. “that.”

“I know I am going to regret asking you this, but what happened to make you think that she wants you.” Kirishima curiously asked. 

Denki smiled and excitedly made his way to sit on the open seat between Mina and Kirishima. 

“I was walking back from class, right? And I saw y/n walking to class on her own. So, I ran up and offered to walk with her there. She smiles all big, bats her eyes and goes ‘Oh Denki, thank you so much! I’m so happy you’re here! Why don’t you just take me already, oh-hoo-hoo-hoo~!’”

Jirou rolled her eyes. “She did not say that.” 

“She might as well have!” He countered rather defensively. “Anyway, she takes my hand and––dude, she’s so close to me I can smell her shampoo—she's brushing against my arm, laughing at all my jokes; and when we get to the science building she’s all big-eyes and pouty lips, ‘Thank’s again Denki, you are such a good friend,’ and then, boom! She lays one on me, right here!” He points to his left cheek where there was a faint pink glossy mark. 

“Oh, so like, what she’s like with literally everyone else,” Sero bleats. 

“Nah man, you weren't there, you didn’t see the way she looked at me! Those were fuck me eyes, I’m telling you.”

Jirou suddenly stood from her seat in the lounge chair. “Seriously, guys? If you’re gonna keep talking about y/n like that, I’m leaving. You guys are gross. Animals.”

“Yeah, I’m out too.” Mina followed Jirou to their room leaving the boys to themselves.

“I don’t know what they’re so mad about. They get to room with her. If I got to share a room with y/n I'd be the happiest man on earth,” Denki swoons.

“Yeah because you’d be the last man on earth, dipshit,” Sero snickers, causing the others to laugh. 

Denki’s cheeks turn red. “Whatever! You guys are just jealous because y/n likes me the most.”

“What, because she kissed you once on the cheek? Please, she’s kissed me at least three times,” Sero not-so-humbly brags.

Denki shoots up from his seat. “No way!”

“Yeah, and even then, it’s obvious who her favorites are, and—newsflash—it's not you or me.”

Just as Sero was picking apart the last bricks of hope Denki had left, the elevator dinged, revealing the other occupants of the floor. 

Kirishima smiled. “Sero’s right. Your little science building peck ain’t got nothing on whatever the fuck those three got going on with her.” He gestured to the three boys who leisurely walked in.

“What are you guys talking about?” Izuku asked as he stepped from the elevator with Katsuki and Shouto following behind. 

“We were just trying to see which one of us is y/n kisses the most to figure out who her favorite among the guys is,” Sero answered.

Katsuki sucked his teeth, his already permanent frown deepening. “Do you idiots really have nothing better to talk about?”

“It’s easy for you to not care when she’s all over you 24/7,” Denki pouts. “‘Katsuki can you open this for me please? Katsuki can you walk with me to psych? Katsuki can I lay on your lap while you play overwatch?’” Denki offensively mimics the sound of your voice. 

The common room erupted into snickers, turning the hot-headed blond’s neck red. “Watch it, dumbass,” he warns.

“Well, if you’re really that curious, I believe it's me,” said Shouto confidently, earning everyones attention. 

Katsuki’s brow twitched. “Oh, yeah? What makes you think that Icy-hot?”

“I can think of many occasions when y/n has kissed me and most of them were on the mouth. I think that would make me the favorite,” he stated as if it were fact.

It was this revelation that captured the attention of everyone in the room with great surprise. 

“You’ve kissed y/n on the mouth multiple times?” Sero gawked.

“She kissed me,” he clarified cooly.

“No way Shouto kissed y/n on the mouth before me!” Cried Denki dramatically, causing Shoji to comfort him. “That sneaky bastard preyed on our sweet, innocent girl and took advantage of her!” 

“I told you, she kissed me,” Shouto reiterated once more, becoming increasingly irritated.

Kirishima gave a heavy-handed pat to his back. “Congratulations, dude! I didn’t know you had it in you,” he smiled encouragingly.

Katsuki scoffed and crossed his arms. “So what? y/n’s kissed me on the lips too, and some of them weren't just innocent pecks neither.”

A strangled cry muffled by Shoji’s chest escaped Denki’s lips. 

“Guys should we really be talking about this?” Izuku shifted nervously. 

“Don’t go acting all high and mighty, Deku!” Yelled Katsuki. “I saw you and y/n kissing at the culture festival last month!”

“Stalk much?” Sero muttered snarkily under his breath.  Izuku’s cheeks went red and a coy smile spread across his lips. “Well...”

Denki broke free from Shoji’s strong arms and rushed towards Izuku, taking him by the collar. His reddened cheeks were stained with tears and nostrils flared. “Is this true Midoriya? Please, tell me it isn't true!”

“It is,” Izuku admitted, completely flustered and somewhat scared of his passionate, but clearly deranged friend. 

Denki fell to his knees. “You have to tell me what it was like! Was there tongue? How soft were her lips? What did she taste like? Tell me, I need to know!”

“This is getting sad,” Kirishima frowned, genuinely concerned, and Sero nodded in agreement. 

“I-I don’t know,” Izuku stuttered. “It was nice, I guess...” His mind went back to the day she kissed him at the festival by the taiyaki booth, and all the other times she’d placed her lips on his. He smiled softly. “Her chapstick tastes like watermelon.”

Denki smiled. “Watermelon,” he hummed. “Why didn't I think of that, that’s perfect for her! Fresh and sweet, just like her!”

“It’s not watermelon, idiot,” Katsuki spoke up. “It’s vanilla. It's always been vanilla.”

Izuku furrowed his brows. “Vanilla?” 

“Now that I think about it vanilla does suit her style better,” Denki muttered to himself. “I think Bakugou might be right on this one!”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s watermelon,” Izuku asserted. 

“Strawberry.”

Everyone turned to Shouto, who all of the sudden looked very serious. “Her chapstick is strawberry flavored.”

The three boys locked eyes in an intense stare-off. Kirishima and Sero shared a look and identical smirks, hatching the same idea. 

“Why don’t we make this interesting,” Sero cut in, his mischievous grin glinting. “Why don't we make it a bet? Watermelon vs. Vanilla vs. Strawberry. Whoever is right can claim that they’ve kissed y/n the most, and therefore is her favorite.”

“I’ll take that bet,” says Izuku confidently. 

Katsuki scoffed. “You seem pretty confident for a jackass that’s about to lose!” 

“The same could be said about you too, Bakugou” Shouto quipped, poking the blond’s already short-temper. 

While the three fought, the rest of the boys that still littered the room placed their educated bets, spreading the word to the others in a group chat. Soon all of class 1-A and some of class 1-B had placed their bets on what flavor chapstick you wore. 

All of this, of course, was unbeknownst to you as you were conveniently left out of the betting chat, along with Mina and Jirou as were your closest friends and would undoubtedly blab to you about the whole thing. You had to be kept in the dark, which made the events of the following week rather...interesting.

It started the next day, after bets had been placed and the tension between Shouto, Katsuki, and Izuku manifested in their sudden desperate efforts to cater to your every need. You didn't suspect anything at first. You’d just assumed that the boys were being kind. 

You woke up early, two hours earlier than when you needed to be up in preparation for your first class. It was sunrise and despite you still being tired, you couldn't fall back asleep no matter how hard you tried. Giving up, you slipped from your bed and into your robe and slippers. Groggily, you made your way to the kitchen to make yourself a mug of coffee to sip on while you watched TV in the common room until you decided to start your day. 

It was there that you ran into Shouto, standing in his pajamas over a hot stove cooking a fried egg. His back was turned to you and you debated announcing your presence. However, you should have known the son of the number one hero was always incredibly keen on his surroundings. 

“Would you like some?” His question hung in the air, waiting for you to catch it.

“You don’t have to,” you sputter, suddenly flustered. “It looks like you’re almost done. I was just getting some coffee.” You said as you stood at the kitchen island. 

Without saying a word, he grabbed the bowl full of fried rice at his side and slid the fried egg on top, drizzling a demi-glace sauce on top before turning around and placing it in front of you. He took your mug from your hands and replaced it with a spoon. You watched him, almost starry-eyed, as he placed your mug under the coffee machine and pressed the button to make it brew with coffee. He said nothing, and made himself another bowl. 

You smiled softly and took a seat on a stool at the island, deciding to watch him cook instead of another episode of Too Hot To Handle. 

“Thank you, Shouto,” you said as you scooped a spoon full of rice into your mouth. You hummed in delight. 

Shouto’s lips twitched into a barely-noticeable smile, not that you could notice it with his back facing you. “Do you like it?” He asked. 

“I love it!” You praise. “I didn’t know you could cook so well!”

Shouto did the same as he did before, taking his bowl of fried rice and covering it with a hot egg and demi-glace sauce. He found himself a spoon and walked over to the coffee machine, which had filled your mug with hot, black coffee. He grabbed it too, and came over to take a seat at your side. Reaching his long arms to the center of the isle he brought closer the sugar and creamer for your brew. You thanked him again. 

“My sister Fuyumi is the better cook,” he told you. “She taught me how to make a few things for myself while I am away at university. Quick, simple meals, like rice and ramen. Nothing special.”

“Thank goodness for your sister then,” you said. “Maybe I should wake up this early everyday so I can steal more of your delicious breakfast, simple or not.”

You giggled to yourself and took another bite. Shouto watched you from the corner of his eye. He’d never seen you like this, in the morning with a fresh face and your hair tied back, dressed in your pajamas and a robe that hung loosely off one shoulder. 

It is in moments like these, when Shouto finds himself alone with you that he is reminded of your magnetic attraction. Even he could not resist it, the thing about you that cast a spell upon all those you meet, rendering them your adoring subjects. He ate silently beside you, only occasionally engaging in small talk when you incited it. When you had finished, he reached for your empty bowl, prepared to clear it for you, but your hand gripped his wrist. You stood from your stool. 

“The least I can do is clean the dishes. You should go. I know you’re only up this early to train before class.”

Though it was your hand that encased his left wrist, it was he that felt burnt by your touch. You took the bowl from his hand and collected his from the isle counter to wash, but not before you stood on the tips of your toes to plant a soft peck to his lips on your way to the sink. It was sweet, innocent even, perhaps only lingering a half-a-second longer than it should’ve. But unlike the many previous kisses you’ve shared before, he licked his lips and could not help the smirk that appeared in response to the taste of candied strawberries that lingered on his tongue. 

“I was right,” he muttered to himself. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Right about what?” 

Shouto cleared his throat, his cheeks tinted pink. You’d never seen him do that before.  

“I mean, you were right,” he corrected himself.  “I should go. I’ll see you later, y/n.”

You nodded your head. “Oh, alright. See you later!” You called after him as he left to return to his room. 

The rest of the day went on rather normally. You had gotten ready and got to class on time (something that was rare) feeling particularly spritely and energized. You assumed it had something to do with having an actual breakfast instead of a singular mug of coffee. You reminded yourself to thank him properly the next time you saw him. 

Around lunchtime was when you encountered Katsuki. You had just gotten yourself lunch from one of the dining halls to eat at one of your favorite spots outside. It was a particularly nice day, especially for the dead of winter, so you decided to not let it go to waste. On your way there you saw a familiar mess of blond hair ahead of you. 

“Katsuki!” You yelled excitedly, quickening your pace to catch up to him.

His shoulders tensed and he stopped in his tracks, craning his neck to look behind him and expected to find someone annoying headed his way. He relaxed only a little when he saw it was you. Still someone annoying, but a lot less annoying than all of the people he knew. Once you reached him you gave a bright grin. The sun shone down on you, igniting the highlights of your hair and the color in your eyes, imitating an almost heavenly glow; the kind that even he couldn't deny made you look perfect. It was one of the many things about you that pissed him off. 

“Where ya goin’?” You asked in an almost sing-song voice. 

“Back to the room to take a nap, why?” He grumbled.

You held up your plastic bag of food. “Want to have lunch with me? I have extra.”

“No.” He said simply and began walking towards the dorm. 

You pouted, a small whine came from your chest and you chased after him. “Please, Katsuki?” You begged. “I don’t want to eat alone today. Besides, who else is going to help me eat all this spicy pork curry?”

He sighed, once again stopping his journey to his comfortable bed that had been calling his name since his 8 AM class. You smiled triumphantly, knowing you had won. He looked down at your heavy plastic bag full of what he now knows is spicy pork curry and other side dishes. Sucking his teeth he grabbed the food from your hand. “You’re lucky I’m fucking starving. Why buy so much if you weren't going to eat all of it?” 

He nagged you all the way to the campus arboretum, where you had a special place among the grass and trees you liked to sit and eat at. He was only giving you a hard time because it kept him from thinking about how pretty you looked in your dress, or how cute you had sounded begging him to come eat with you. He didn't want to think about how your arm often bumped his because you had an awkward, lop-sided gait, or about the smell of your perfume. All he wanted to do was get to your picnic spot and eat. So he did. 

The two of you ate together on a blanket you had brought. You’d gotten on the topic of final exams which turned into a shit-talking fest about who you both felt in your class would pass and who would fail. He found it very easy to talk to you and you never made him feel bad about the things he said, unlike most people who spend most of their energy scolding him instead of just talking. Not you though. You always let him talk. 

It was when he said something that made you laugh that you accidentally spilled your soda on your dress. You cursed and fumbled for napkins to dab it clean, but the stain was evident. 

“Dammit!” You groaned. “I have class in fifteen minutes I don't have time to change.”

You were so busy cleaning your mess, it wasn't until you felt the weight of Katsuki’s thick hoodie plop over your head that you knew he had even taken it off. You snorted a chuckle and pulled your head threw the neck hole to see him left in his black compression shirt. 

“Take it dumbass,” he told you. 

“You won’t be cold?” You asked. 

“I’m done for the day. Just bring it to my room later.” He said. 

You smiled and pushed your arms through the sleeves, pulling the oversized hoodie over you to cover the stain. It was...toasty, you think is the correct word, and it smelled like his cologne. You closed your eyes and held the fabric to your nose, inhaling his scent deeply. Katsuki furrowed his brows as he watched you.

“It smells so good!” You practically moan. “And it’s so warm. It’s like I’m getting the best hug in the world. A Kaachan hug!” You teased, snickering to yourself. 

Katsuki’s face grew hot, and he pinched your cheek, tugging with his fingers, making you yelp and whine from the minuscule pain. “Who told you to call me that, huh? Can’t you just say thank you like a normal person? I can take my hoodie back and let you walk around with a shitty stain on your dress.”

Your hand gripped his arm, attempting to pry him off. “Okay, okay!” You yell, half laughing, half hissing in pain. “I’m sorry! Thank you!”

Satisfied he let your cheek go, and you soothed the spot by rubbing it in circles with your hand. You pouted while he cleaned the blanket of your mess and threw the trash away while you folded it back up. He decided to walk you to class since he had nothing better to do and he knew you wanted him to (certainly not because he wanted to). When you made it to the entrance of your building you stopped and turned towards him. 

“Thanks for walking me and for the hoodie,” you smiled. “I’ll see you back in the dorms.”

You started to turn around when you felt his hand wrap around your arm, keeping you in place. Confused, you stood still. You might have been imagining things, but from where you stood, it looked as though his cheeks were flushed red. 

“What’s wrong, Katsuki?” You asked, concerned. 

“Don’t I...get a kiss?” He couldn't believe what he was saying. 

“A kiss?” You repeated, also not believing what he was saying.

“As a thank you,” he explained.

Your lips twitched into a teasing smile. “I thought you didn't like it when I did that in public.”

“When has that ever stopped you before!” He countered, his cheeks growing redder. 

You laughed and took a step closer, closing the gap between you. You craned your neck up to place a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips. Unsatisfied, Katsuki sucked his teeth and reached his hand up to your chin, turning your head in a position for him to press his lips against yours, and kissed you. It was unexpected, but after a few seconds, the shock drifted away, and you closed your eyes, returning the kiss. It was longer than the kiss you shared with Shouto earlier that day, but not by much; and once it was over, he licked his lips. 

‘Vanilla...’ He thought as he pulled away. 

His hand fell from your chin and he sighed. “Hurry before you’re late,” was all he said before turning around and walking back towards the dorm, leaving you in a post-kiss daze. 

You made it to your class, albeit, late because your mind kept trying to make sense of the kiss that you’d accidentally passed the door to your classroom...twice. Of course, you had kissed Katsuki before. Kissing him on the lips wasn't necessarily a rare occurrence either. But never had he incited a kiss on his own—and in public? Well, that wasn't even in the realm of possibility before. No matter how many times you tried to convince yourself it wasn't strange, you couldn't help but feel suspicious. 

As you dissociated from your lecture your brain kept replaying the kiss, searching for a reason to why the kiss felt different. No, it didn't feel different. It felt strange. But it only felt strange because something about it felt familiar. It shouldn't have felt familiar. If a guy initiates a kiss with you for the first time it shouldn't feel familiar. Why did it feel familiar? 

And then it hit you. He licked his lips. 

He licked his lips!

Your brain switched to your kiss with Shouto earlier in the day. After you kissed him he had licked his lips too. You thought it was weird then, but didn't think twice about it. Now you were thinking twice.

‘I’m just being crazy,’ you thought. 

In what way could the kisses be related? What? Because they both happened to lick their lips afterwards? So what? That didn’t mean anything. It meant nothing. You were sure of it... 

Almost. 

You shook the thoughts from your head, refocusing your attention back to your professor at the front of the room. After class, you made your way back to the dorms to get started on your studies while Mina and Jiro were out. The sun had long since set, and you were two hours deep in frustration preparing for your Hero Physics midterm when a knock came from the door. 

You welcomed the distraction, considering you were about to re-read the same question for the fifth time with no progress of understanding it anytime soon, and if you read it again without a miraculous conclusion, you were going to bash your brains in with your laptop.

Needless to say, when you opened the door to see Izuku standing in the hall, you welcomed him with open arms. 

“Hey!” You smiled. 

Izuku looked you up and down. You were still wearing Katsuki’s hoodie, but you had switched out your dress for pajama pants and fuzzy socks. It was subtle, practically unnoticeable, but the slightest crease formed in-between his eyebrows when he noticed. 

“Is that Kaachan’s hoodie?” He asked. 

You looked down at your torso, as if you had forgotten you were wearing anything at all. “Oh, yeah,” you said. “I spilled soda all over my dress earlier while I was with him and he let me borrow it. Honestly, I’m thinking about keeping it at this point. I was supposed to return it as soon as I got back but it’s freezing in here because the thermostat is stuck at sixty-nine degrees and this hoodie is so much warmer than any of mine.”

“You should really call maintenance to fix that.” He brushed past you, entering your room and plopping his backpack on the floor by your desk. You closed the door behind him and crossed your arms.

“What's this?” He asked, picking up your notebook. 

“My suicide note.”

Izuku chuckled, looking over your notes and at the assignment on your computer. “I took Hero Physics last semester,” he told you. “I can help you if you want.” 

“If you want to dedicate your time to a hopeless cause, be my guest.”

And he did. He took a seat next to you at your desk and spent the next hour tutoring you on Hero Physics by walking you through questions like ‘Find the velocity of this speed-type hero’ and what-not. Surprisingly, it wasn't long into your session that you began to understand the words on your screen. You didn't suddenly become Einstein or anything, but at some point you started to work your way through them on your own with few mistakes. The assignment you had spent two hours slowly killing yourself over was completed in one with the help of your freckled friend. 

“I think you’re aiming for the wrong profession, Izuku,” you tell him. “Schools need more teachers.”

“Then schools should pay them more.”

You tried to snort back your laughter, ultimately failing, causing  Izuku to laugh along with you. 

“Want a drink?” You asked, standing to your feet. 

“Sure.” He nodded. You left him at your desk and came back with two Arizona teas from your mini fridge to share with him. 

“You never mentioned why you stopped by unannounced,” you said as you took a sip. “Not that you’re ever unwelcome.”

“Oh,” he smiled. “I guess I just wanted to see you.”

You looked down at your hands wrapped around the can, unable to meet his eyes. Izuku always managed to make you blush. You weren't sure if he meant to or not. Either way, he was completely oblivious to the effect he had on you. 

“Well thank you. It’s always nice to see you.”

Similarly, Izuku blushed as well, his cheeks turning pale red. His eyes shifted to the clock on your desk. “I should probably go,” he said, not really wanting to go. “It’s getting late.”

“Oh, right.” You both stood to your feet and Izuku gathered his things. You walked him to the door, leisurely leaning against the doorframe as he exited into the hall. “Think you can keep tutoring me?”

Izuku turned around. 

“I still need to pass finals,” you said. 

He nodded. “Then I'll make sure you pass finals.”

Grinning, you closed the space between you, mindlessly reaching to place a kiss on his cheek when you were reminded of the other kisses you'd shared with Shouto and Katsuki. A thought in the back of your mind spurred from your suspicions—a thought that quickly turned into an idea. At the last second, you acted on your impulse to b-line for his lips, catching you both off guard. You stuck with it, pressing your lips against his harder than you intended. The action stunned him, but it didn't take him longer than a second to embrace it.

It was just a kiss. Not unlike the many kisses you often shared with the others. Not unlike the kisses you've given him before. It was just a simple peck...until it wasn't. 

You pulled away, prepared to give him your thanks for helping you with your studies. But, you never got the chance. Your words were silenced by his lips chasing after yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as your back pressed against the door frame. His hands cupped your cheeks and your lips moved in sync, his tongue daring to swipe across your lips. In the heat of the moment, your mouth nearly opened for him, but he pulled away just as your lips began to part, and you opened your eyes to meet dark green irises peering down at your flushen face. 

Your eyes flickered down to his pink lips, now reddened and somewhat swollen. You watched in disbelief as—just like the others—he, too, licked his lips. 

“Watermelon,” he said lowly. Your chest heaved, your words escaping you. Izuku stepped back, his usual sickeningly sweet smile staring back at you as if nothing happened. 

“We should split some watermelon,” he said. “The next time we study together. That’s my asking rate.”

You nodded hazily. “Okay.”

With that, he said goodbye and left you standing in the doorway to your room dumbfounded. 

.

.

.

Yeah.

Something definitely was up. 

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[burrowbaddie]

Heyy if you’re taking requests between chapters could you do something with the reader being famous or something but still quite shy and meeting the guys or them bugging joe when they find out that he’s dating her?

"Whose got you smiling into your phone like that, Burrow?" Ja'Marr asked, shoving his teammate.

"No one." Joe quickly puts his phone away as Zac starts talking about the upcoming season. His phone vibrates in his pocket, and Joe can't contain his excitement. He knows you are finally responding. Sure, you're in Tokyo shooting for your latest movie, and he understands how busy your schedule can get, but he would be lying if he said it didn't get to him. So, you being able to double-text him right now has him ready to jump out of his chair and call you. As soon as the meeting ends, Joe goes to the bathroom to facetime you.

"Hey, handsome." You pick up still in full make-up and costume.

"Wow, you look amazing. What are you?"

"I would be spoiling the movie, and that would be against my contract."

"Right, I'm sorry."

"I'm just kidding, Burr. I'm a prostitute in the early 2000s. I'm shooting season two of Tokyo Vice."

"I love that show! I didn't know you were going to be in season two."

"It's a secret."

"I umm miss-

"Sorry, They're calling me back to set! I'll call you when I get some downtime." You hang up before Joe can tell you good night.

"Who were you on the phone with?" Your manager smiles at you. You bit your lip and shook your head.

"Let's get back to set!" You reply, getting up from your chair. After another 6 hours, you wrap up for the day. You want to call Joe, but it's pretty later over there. But you end up calling anyway.

"What's up, baby?" Joe answers on the third ring. You lay back on your bed, smiling.

"I just finished filming, so I wanted to call you. I didn't think you would be available."

"Oh yeah, I couldn't sleep."

"So, I get back to the states in a few days. If you're free-"

"Yes. I mean, yeah. We should meet up." Joe cuts you off before you can finish, which makes you laugh. You end up falling asleep on the phone with him, exhausted after long hours of shooting even though it was only 1 pm.

And when you get back to the states, you meet Joe in LA discreetly. Joe looks at the dinner you prepared and nods his head, impressed by your cooking skills.

"Looks great." He pulls you into his arms and kisses your head.

"You better enjoy it. I hate cooking, but it's the one thing I'm glad my mom taught me." You look up at him smiling.

"Speaking of mom. My mother is dying to meet, and I quote the girl who has my son smiling like a maniac."

"Oh, so I am on downtime now. I can come to your first home game of the season. I guess I will meet her there."

"Are you sure that's okay?"

"Yeah. It will be fine." You tell him. But when the day comes, you're so nervous you can barely keep focused on simple tasks.

"A football game? You hate football." Your brother says, laughing. You look at yourself in the mirror, making sure Joe's jersey looks okay.

"I'm dating the quarterback." You finally confess. He laughs and shakes his head.

"Of the Ravens?"

"Nope. Bengals."

"No fucking way. You're not dating Joe Burrow."

"I am, and I'm supposed to tailgate with his family today, and I'm super nervous. Do I look okay" You pick up your phone, and your brother takes his Facetime off of pause to look at you?

"Holy shit. You are dating him. I'm surprised it hasn't come out on TMZ."

"Well, we barely had time to see each other, so-"

"Wait, how long have you been dating."

"9 months now."

"Why are you just now telling me?"

"It wasn't serious. Idk I didn't think we would be together this long. I thought, hey, this is a good fuck; don't ruin a good thing, but then we just clicked, and yeah."

"This is insane. You know, by wearing his jersey, rumors will start, right?"

"I should change." You say, tossing the jersey off.

Joe stares at his phone, waiting for you to say you're here.

"There you go on the phone again. Whoever she is, has you whipped." Ja'Marr says, making the other guys laugh. Joe ignores them and sneaks away to meet you. He pulls you into a hug and kisses your lips softly.

"So, I was wearing your jersey, but I didn't want to draw attention." You ramble. Joe laughs and looks at you wearing his hoodie.

"My parents are this way. I'm sorry I obviously can't join the tailgate but I think you'll be okay. I hope." Joe whispers the last part to himself. Joe opens the door and his mother's eyes light up.

"You did not tell us you were dating oscar winning actress-"

"Don't make this weird," Joe says, cutting off his sister-in-law, who is almost in tears.

"Yeah, so this is my girlfriend." Joe goes around introducing you to everyone. When Joe has to leave your side, you almost start to panic. But his mother grabs your hand, giving you a warm smile.

"Joe has just been glowing these last few months. I'm glad I finally get to meet the reason why." She whispers. You sit with the family and enjoy the festive of tailgating. A few people take photos of you or ask for your autograph, which you are happy to give. When it's game time, you decide to put Joe's jersey back on and become the supporting girlfriend. The truth is you know nothing about football. During warm-ups, Joe continues to look over at you. At one point, you blow a kiss at him, and he drops the ball. You start laughing. During the game, Joe is focused on winning. You cheer him and the team on. They win, and you wait with his family after the game. The Burrows have a celebration at their house after the game. You prepare yourself to meet his teammates. When Joe introduces you as his girlfriend, the guys' jaw drops.

"Did not see this coming? How did you meet?" Sam asks. Joe hands you a beer, and you take a sip letting Joe tell the story.

"We met at her cousin's wedding in December."

"Joe had game to pull you like that?" Ja'Marrs asks. You giggled.

"Those TikToks helped." You reply. Joe wraps his arm around you. The guys ask many questions you mostly let Joe answer because you feel timid, but with Joe's arm around you protectively, it melts away. At the end of the night, Joe takes you away to make out with you, away from peeping eyes. You sit on the bathroom counter, moaning into his mouth while his tongue works around yours.

"Can you stay at my place, or do you need to go back to LA?"

"I can stay with you. I'm on a little break." You whisper. He smiles, kissing down your neck. You hiss as he sucks a bruise onto your neck.

"Joe. Let's get home first." You giggle. Joe groans as you palm him through his jeans.

"I love you," Joe whispers. You freeze up and don't reply.

"Joseph! Your mother is looking for you." His father's voice breaks the awkward silence. Joe pulls away and doesn't look at you before leaving the bathroom. You lean against the mirror, cursing yourself.

A/N: I started getting carried away when I saw this ask! The idea was just too good too! I hope this was okay and you like it!

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[sixlane]

hi hi hi 🫶 would you mind sharing your bartylus thoughts? i am so curious about them

bella! i would love to share my thoughts! giving you a giant kiss <3

barty and reg became friends when they were very young and it was definitely one of those friendships of convenience for regulus. he was constantly annoyed with this loud mouth weirdo who is catching spiders with his bare hands and showing them to him meanwhile regulus just wants to read his nancy drew books on the playground in peace. but reg is a little quiet weirdo kid too just in a different way. so neither of them have other friends and just stick together

it’s one of those things where they look up in 10 years and they’ve spent half their lives together. reg is like “how did i get here” (he loves barty more than he’s ever loved anyone) and barty is like “🥺 ten year anniversary head??” (he’s been looking for a way to merge their very beings almost since they met)

barty is obsessed with the place where regulus’ ass meets his thighs and reg is obsessed with barty’s collarbones

they can predict what the other will say in any given situation. and they often say the same thing at the exact same time. it makes barty laugh so hard because every time reg is like “get the FUCK out of my head”

regulus is terrible at making decisions so barty makes them for him (he always somehow chooses the option that regulus is secretly partial to)

they really are just that secret third thing and i love them so bad

#bella tag <3 #bartylus

[heeseungsnewwhore]

I’m sorry I know I’m supposed to be hitting you all with the mass update for kinktober but I’m down bad…Really bad. The Jake’s babygirl/good girl agenda will just not get out of my head.

Like…

Imagine, imagine hating the color pink. It’s never been your thing really, just not yourself, not in your own personal opinion. But then you meet Jake.

And Jake has a secret.

The both of you do now.

A pink secret.

“You’re doing so good for me, babygirl.”

You hear his voice singing praise to you once again. His hand down between your thighs, playing under the pink, pleated skirt he loved so much. Along with other pink, leather adornments around your neck, your thighs, and a long discarded pair of fluffy pink cuffs. Turns out your hands had been necessary for him after all. He continues to whisper the sweet nothings to you as he works in a third finger. Stretching your threshold, playing deeper into your core as your thighs trembled.

“It feels good, yeah? My good girl~ Letting me get her nice and ready for my cock. That’s what she wants, right?”

He’ll tease you with words like this and you’ll be his whimpering, nodding, writhing, obedient babygirl. Taking his fingers over and over until he decides you’re nice and ready for more. Pulling his soaked digits from your cunt and replacing them with his cock.

“Fuck- Fuck you’re so tight.” He’ll groan into your ear when your juicing walls surround him.

And he won’t stop there. Jake is very vocal. And he wants you to be too. Wants to hear you scream his name, tell him where it feels good, tell him how you want it.

Harder?

Faster?

Slower?

Talk to him. He loves to hear your voice and that’s exactly what he gets. You’re both greedy, and he’s feeding your needy hole with harsh thrusts. Snapping his hips into you again and again as you struggle to form words in all your labored breathing. The way his cock was punching through your tightness making you a mess.

Then there’s those filthy words of his that send you over the edge.

“Am I fucking you good enough, baby? Is this what my babygirl’s greedy little cunt wants? Yeah? Good girl~ Good girl, keep taking my cock then, just like this.”

Your legs are spread as wide as you can hold them, grabbing under your knees to keep them up and open for him while he’s just abusing your soaking little cunt. You’d already cum at this point and he’s gotten even rougher with you just to really overstimulate you, pushing you just a little further past your limits. A hand around your throat and the other braced and gripping one of your breasts as he fucks you. Using your hole to chase his own release now. Loving every sob, cry and broken attempt you make to call out to him.

“It’s too much…I know it’s too much- Fuck, I’m almost there. Gonna finish fucking your pretty,fat cunt babygirl- Gonna give your greedy fucking hole all of my cum. T-Take it all…”

Every word is spilling in a vulgar groan. You can tell he’s right there just by how he sounds of course. Filling your hole just like he promised, your walls being welcomed with his release as his hips slow to a finish with sloppy thrusts. But he’s still inside you, bottomed out, not wanting to let a single ounce of his cum leave your pussy just yet. Still panting as he’s placing tired, but sweet and gentle kisses all around your face.

“Such a good girl…My good girl.”

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[bellarkeselection]

Our Little Kenobi

Request from @starvingbrokestudent Can you do a super sweet pregnancy fic with Obi Wan? Like the reader finds out she’s pregnant after fertility issues and Obi Wan is just so excited?! And how they try to keep it a secret from the council and eventually she has a baby boy?

This will be a mini series like you asked 😁

Rushing to the bathroom I didn't even get the chance to remove my lightsaber and my robe from my body because the sickness was coming on so quickly. Holding onto the toilet I puked what I had ate in my stomach feeling out of breath afterwards. This wasn’t the first time this had happened and it was the third time I had gotten sick. Wiping my hand across my mouth I gagged on the taste leaving the bathroom once I had finished. Finding my communicator out of my robe pocket I thought of the first person I could call who wouldn’t ask too many questions. “Padme, can you come to my room please?”

“Of course. Do you need anything specific?” She asked me appearing as a blue hologram.

Running my fingers through my hair with my freehand I whispered under my breath almost like somebody else was listening on the other side of the door. “Could you uh…could you bring me a pregnancy test. I can’t have the medical droids look I into this. They can’t keep a secret if there is something going on.”

“Sure, I’ll be right over.” She hung up the call making me more nervous just waiting for her to come over.

Pacing back and forth across the floor frantically trying to calm my nerves but it wasn’t working. This couldn't be happening to me. I was a Jedi knight and a leader of one of the clone armies. There was a war going on all on top of it. I heard three knocks on the door before I opened the door quickly. “Come in, Padme.”

“Here it is. Why exactly did you need one?” She asked and I knew that she would after she told me about her and Anakin sneaking around.

Taking it from her hands I went into the bathroom quickly doing the test since the waiting was killing me. Sitting on the toilet I just stared at the test in my hands thinking that my life was now screwed. “Padme, I'm going to be forced out of the order.” I croaked through tears feeling her presence in the doorway of the bathroom just watching me.

“I thought Jedi were encouraged to love. That's what Anakin told me.” She responded.

Lifting my head up I felt tears building up. “But you're sneaking around aren't you. It's exactly what me and Obi-Wan are doing…stars he's going to be upset over this.”

“Maybe he will want the baby.’ She tried being hopeful. “Wait a second I should be asking do you want it first?”

Dropping my gaze to the ground floor silence filled the entire room at that point. I didn't know how to answer her question. Being a member of the Jedi order meant that things like love, marriage, and children were out the window. Gripping my hair in my fingers I screamed dropping the pregnancy test on the floor at my feet. “I don't think I can do this, Padme. I can't…I'm not prepared to be a mother. I barely even remember my own parents after the council found me. And then there's Obi Wan…he…I have no clue what he will feel.”

“Have you ever talked about the possibility of having kids with him if you weren’t Jedi knights?” Padme came into the bathroom and sat down beside me on the floor.

Burying my face into my knees I croaked. “We took an oath, Padme. No marriage, no children, no possibilities of going to the Dark Side.”

“I’m sorry Y/n. But I am here for you and whatever you decide to do.” She placed a hand on my shoulder and we both just sat in silence with me thinking back to that night between Obi wan and I.

Opening the door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly. He leaned into my touch and brought my fingers to his lips, kissing them softly for a moment before releasing them. Standing tall, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest, and blushed at the sight.

I averted my eyes with my hands covering them quickly and tried to contain my blush, he looked up at me and smirked at my reaction. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Y/n. You can look if you want to.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…have you ever done this before.” I pointed out to him where I peeked through my fingers for a split second.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss until I was not able to not joke with him at least once. “Woah….you look just wow.”

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off and tear it off me in a split second. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast, he let out a growl at them pushing my hands away. “ Don’t hide from me, my darling. You are perfect.”

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. “My love, this may hurt for a few minutes, I promise I'll go slowly. We can do this together, the both of us. Since….I haven’t done this before either. Are you sure you want this, I'll stop if you're not ready.”

“I want you. I want you, Obi.“ I said, gripping the bed sheets in my fingers, never moving my gaze from his. “ Please just go gently.”

Obi wan nodded his head slowly brushing some hair out of my face just admiring my face in the small light that was provided by the bedside lamp. “I want you just as much as you want me.”

Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back. And that was the most enjoyable night of our lives.

I decided after a few days later to finally tell him what was happening. He deserved to know the situation so that we could figure out what to do next together. Standing out of his door I sucked in a shaky breath raising my fist and knocking three times on his door where it opened slowly for him to greet me. “Y/n, what can I do for you?”

“We need to talk…alone. If you have some time before our council meeting.” I almost whispered under my breath before he allowed me to come inside.

He shut the door behind himself, raising a brow. “What is going on, darling?”

“Did you remember the night we shared together? Well something I thought wouldn’t happen ended up actually happening.” Fiddling with my fingers in front of me I lowered my gaze to the ground trying to not show how terrified I was.

Obi wan was a much sharper Jedi then I thought I was though when he takes a few steps towards me. “Y/n, if something is making you nervous you can tell me. You know that right. So what is bothering you?”

“Obi, please don’t be upset. I already don’t know what I am going to do with the result. I can’t handle it if you rat me out and abandon me.” I lifted my head showing him my face was turning red with heavy tears coming down my cheeks.

Obi touched my shoulders, shifting his blue orbs down to my eyes. “Darling, please tell me what is wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“I….I’m pregnant.” I croaked out lowering my head into his chest sobbing. “I’m pregnant with your child.”

The Jedi master froze for a moment so unsure of what to say. He was in the same position as yourself. He knew that the council wouldn’t allow you to remain in the temple. Yet he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist holding me gently letting silence fill the room until he finally separated the hug. “I’m not going to leave you, Y/n.”

“Wait what…are you being serious?” I sniffed clinging onto the fabric of his brown cloak for strength and his arms were still around my waist holding me close to his embrace.

He moved one hand to cradle the side of my face feeling me lean into his palm when he replied longingly. “I said I won’t leave you because you're pregnant. I know the risks that it means for us. But I’d be the biggest idiot if I left you over something we both consented too.”

“You have no idea how much of a relief that is to hear you say that, Obi wan.” I chuckled through tears with such relief off my shoulders as I fling my arms around his neck hugging him tightly but gently.

He tightened his grip around my waist, burying his face into my loose hair. His heart skipped a beat at the realization that he would be a father, he was terrified since he didn’t remember his own much. Yet there was more joy in his mind than fear. “I have been considering this for a long time. I guess you finally gave me the courage to do so…”

“What are you talking about…omg.” I gasped covering my mouth watching him lower himself down on one knee directly before me.

He revealed a tiny black box from inside his brown robe, opening it showing me a simple silver ring that had three jewels in the middle of it. His bright blue eyes poured up into mine. “Y/n, I love you. I know that we are told not to get attached to one another but I couldn’t help it. You are everything that I never knew I wanted until we started spending time together. This baby doesn’t want me to run away from all of that. It makes me want to stay by your side even more. So will you marry me?”

“Oh Obi Wan….yes.” I giggled letting him slide the ring on my finger getting to his feet. He cupped my face in his hands kissing me for the first time in a few days. I leaned up on my toes kissing him back.

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[minkkumaz]

A MATCH INTO WATER

seungmin never wanted things to end up this way, he hated seeing you like this. as he kissed up your scarred skin, he let you know that you were in this together, and he was never going to let you go.

PIERCE THE VEIL series

PAIRING kim seungmin x gn!reader WC 1.3k TAGS established relationship trope. angst. hurt/comfort. major tw. self - harm. blood. mentions of depression + anti depressants. blade mention. pet names: pup, pretty. OMI NOTE if you're going through a hard time just know there is always somebody you can talk to. get the help you need my loves!

as you looked into the cracked mirror, you were terrified of the person you’d become. everything was faded into nothing, you were frozen in place. dried up blood littered your wrists and chest, and tear marks stained your face. 

the vicious beating in your chest was telling you that all you could do was cry. this feeling alone made you sick to your stomach, but you couldn’t let it go.

this secret was between you and your abused body. seungmin was blissfully unaware how deep your problems actually were. he never knew about the endless rabbit hole of depression and self harm. however, you would try your absolute best to keep it this way. things would only be worse if he knew, it’d break him.

from your place in the locked bathroom, you heard a door creak open, which immediately set you into a panic. you scrambled around, wiping down the blood stained countertops, hiding the blade in a contact lens holder, and putting your hoodie back on. 

the voices from all the boys piling into the dorms got more prominent. you fixed yourself up to look presentable and left the bathroom to greet them.

“hi guys, you’re home a lot earlier than i expected!” you greet everyone, laughing nervously. seungmin immediately rushes towards you to embrace you in a hug.

“i know, pup, i missed you. chan thinks we all need a break from working on the comeback.” his scent overclouded your senses. sweet but musky, and it was all too familiar. you gently wrap your arms around his waist

“that’s good, i’m glad. are you guys going to hang out here or go out somewhere?” you question, pulling away from your boyfriend to look at everyone else.

“we were thinking about a movie night, you down?” felix asked as you responded with a happy nod, “cool, let’s get snacks ready?”

“i get to pick the movie!” han yelled snatching the remote, immediately getting chased down by jeongin.

“go sit down love, i’ll help felix with snacks and stuff.” you tell seungmin

“you’re too good for me.” he kisses the top of your head and pulls away from you to go to the couch.

as you make your way to the kitchen, you ignore the pit in your stomach, trying to get your heart beat to slow down. you see felix putting two bags of popcorn kernels in the microwave before he finally feels you there. 

“how are you, y/n? i’m just making the popcorn right now, could you please get me a bowl?” he grins at you, truly radiating like the sunshine he is.

“of course! i’m pretty good. excited for your comeback?” you respond, kneeling down into the cupboard below, searching for a bowl big enough. what you didn’t know is when you were reaching, your sleeve rode up.

at first, he didn’t completely catch it. but when he did a double take, he went pale. he was fumbling with the third popcorn bag, trying to stablize his suddenly heavy breathing. 

“um, yeah yeah i am. can you excuse me for a second?” he tells you, walking off suddenly. it was a little weird, but you try your best to ignore it and get him what he needs.

he moves to the living room with heavy steps, seeing seungmin sitting peacefully on the couch and scrolling on his phone, “seungmin can i talk to you privately for a second?” 

felix said this quiet enough that only seungmin could hear, trying his best not to gain attention from any of the members.

“sure, what’s up?” he follows behind felix into the hallway, a little worried about what he has to tell him; especially in private.

“is something wrong with y/n?” he hesitates, fidgeting with his hands. “why would you say that? did something happen?” seungmin puts his hands in his pocket, questioning the boy.

“we were in the kitchen and i had asked them to get a bowl for me, right– when they reached in the back, their sleeve rode up and i saw a bunch of scars on their arm seungmin…” he stared at the floor, “and it’s not like they were faded or anything, otherwise i wouldn’t have told you. but they were still bleeding.”

seungmin had no idea what to say. in that moment it almost felt as if his world stopped completely. his face burned hot, and was almost on the verge of tears. what was he supposed to feel when hearing such gut wrenching information about you?

“fuck... are you sure that’s what you saw?” he mumbled, breathing harder to prevent himself from crying.

“i’m pretty sure, you should just talk to them. i won’t tell anyone i promise.”

felix left seungmin with his thoughts in the hallway. it felt like he was on fire. the mere thought of the person he loved the most hurting so badly made him want to scream. it was then that you came into the hallway, clueless about the interaction you were about to have.

“minnie what’s wrong? felix told me to come talk to you…” you furrowed your eyebrows. the aura he gave off was scary, almost making you breathless.

he didn’t say anything besides grabbing your arm and pulling up your sleeve. it confirmed all of his suspicions, so he let everything pour out.

you felt like a deer in headlights, being caught like this. you couldn’t say anything. he carefully led you into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and sitting you on the edge of his bed. he kneeled between your legs, looking up at you.

“y/n, how long have you been hurting yourself?” he chokes.

seeing him like this was entirely fucked up. you felt absolutely terrible for making him worry so bad about you. it was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. you were so scared.

“i’m so sorry seungmin i– i really am.” you sniffle out, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

“pup don’t apologize.. but you need to tell me. is it just your arms?” you shake your head hesitantly before pulling your sweater off your head.

red marks were littered on your previously porcelain skin. it mainly covered your arms, but there were two or three on your chest. he felt sick, covering his mouth in shock. 

“if you want to break up with me i understand… i’m disgusting.” you whimper, feeling the cold air coming from the ac to touch your half bare body.

“fuck.. baby no.” he gets up from beneath you, gently holding you in his arms, “you’re not disgusting at all, it just kills me to see that you’re abusing your body like this. you don’t deserve it at all.”

“i’m sorry.” you mutter, ashamed.

“but why?” he whispers, cradling your head.

“i didn’t want to tell you seungmin.. i was so so scared.” you cried, “i’ve been so depressed for awhile. i tried taking pills i did. it just made me feel so numb, and you make me feel so happy. but sometimes things happen and i feel like this is the only way out of it.” you heard him sigh deeply, pulling away from you and taking your hurt arms in his hand. he gently kissed up your arms, being careful not to hurt you.

“i still think you’re beautiful, i just don’t want to lose the love of my life.” his hands trailed down to yours, rubbing circles into your palm, “promise me you’ll try your best to stop hurting yourself. i’m here to help you.”

“you won’t, i promise.” you sobbed.

“that’s my pretty pup. lets get you cleaned up and in different clothes. we can talk more about this later okay? you don’t have to be scared, i’m not mad at you.” 

you nod quietly letting him walk you to the bathroom, careful not to be seen by any of the members. as he wiped a wet rag against your jagged skin, you felt eternally grateful for how much love he gave you.

it was so hard to come past this, but you knew you could fight back as long as he was with you.

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[watchmegetobsessed]

HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU

A/N: i was summoned by @ava1107 and here i am with a third halloween fic, ofc this time DEVOTED to harryween (hehe, see what i did there?)

WORD COUNT: 1k

SUMMARY: You're hopelessly devoted to Harry's Danny costume.

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“This feels like those first look things at weddings,” you chuckle to yourself as you’re escorted to the green room, already dressed in your Harryween costume that turned out pretty good in your opinion.

Miss Congeniality was a movie that shaped you as a person growing up and you always wanted to go through a makeover like Sandra Bullock did in the story, so you just had to dress up as her. You have her long pink dress on with a high slit on your left leg that’s showing off the gun holster on your thigh, you’re rocking your black Doc Martens boots on your feet, a tiara on top of your head and you had a sash made that says Harryween that’s now crossing your body. You nailed the costume for sure.

Now you just want to see what Harry’s dressed as.

The two of you kept your costumes a secret all along and wanted to do a reveal to each other when you’re dressed already. Harryween is about an hour away from starting and you’re both dressed so it’s time for the first look.

“You guys might end up marrying at the end of the night, who knows,” Mitch chuckles under his breath. He’s not dressed yet, so he is not giving away what the group is wearing for the night. “Okay, stand here and close your eyes. We’ll bring him in.”

Nodding you close your eyes and wait for Harry to show up. You’ve been guessing in your head all week what he is gonna be, but you couldn’t tell for sure what he chose at last.

Humming to yourself you sway from left to right, blindly fixing your sash so it’s perfectly showing the writing on it. Then you hear them approaching, Harry’s voice hitting your ear before anything.

“… I swear if you make me trip!” he chuckles and Mitch just tells him to suck it up as he walks him into the room, probably blindly.

“There you are!” you smile, eyes still closed.

“Ah, it’s you! So Mitch didn’t walk me out in front of the fans to pull my pants down!” Harry jokes.

Mitch gently taps your shoulder and turns you to face Harry and when you both are settled, he steps back.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

You take a deep breath and do it.

And then your jaw drops onto the floor.

“Oh my God!” you gasp, taking him in, dressed as Danny Zuko. The hair, the clothes and the… eyeliner! He is wearing eyeliner!

You can’t stop yourself from stepping closer and touching him. You run your hands up his arms to his shoulders, taking in every tiny detail on him.

“Oh my God indeed!” he breathes out as he stares back at you in awe, his hands finding your waist. “This dress… you look amazing, babe.”

“Not as amazing as you. Look at your hair!” you point out and touch it gently so you don’t mess it up.

“Should I wear it every day?” he smirks cheekily.

“Can I pull it?” you murmur back.

“Alright, this is my clue to leave,” Mitch snaps and turning around he marches out of the room, leaving you alone as the two of you just laugh.

“So, you like it?” Harry asks and taking a step back he gives you a twirl so you can see the back too. Pulling the jacket off he shows you that Harryween is written on his shirt too.

“I love it, you look… God, I really want to have my way with you right now,” you groan in frustration.

“You like it that much?” he smirks as he pulls you back into his embrace.

“Absolutely. I can’t pinpoint what it is, but… I wish you didn’t have a show today so I could have you all to myself,” you sigh, linking your arms behind his neck.

“I know what it is about you,” he grins, peeking down at you. “This slit is very teasing.” To emphasize his words, he moves a hand to your thigh and runs it up until it’s under your dress, teasingly stroking the hem of your underwear.

“Okay, stop right there, because I’m moments away from tearing your clothes off,” you warn him, stealing a quick kiss before putting some space between the two of you.

You keep finding yourself staring at him before the show, he embodies Danny so well and sometimes you really need to clench your thighs at the sight of him. Then the show starts and the fans go absolutely crazy for him, but it’s no shock and you completely understand them. He lights the whole stage on fire, often imitating Danny’s iconic motions and you’re melting with the thousands of fans too.

You party through the concert as if it’s not your millionth time seeing him perform, but it’s special every time.

Then he spots the daddy sign and your mouth hangs open when he responds to it.

“He is insane,” you mumble under your breath as the screaming just keeps increasing.

He sings Love Of My Life, which always touches you and then it turns into Hopelessly Devoted To you. Something you felt coming, but it still hits you like a train.

Everyone loses it, including you. You sing along with him and the crowd that's just as obsessed with him as you are, only that you're the one he'll come home with at the end of the night. Your heart is beating wildly when he sings the high part and every time his eyes find you, spotting you with ease in the crowd, your knees go weak, proving that you’re still so desperately in love with this man. Or should you say... hopelessly devoted to him.

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[aquagirl1978]

Uuummm hi , 👋😊. I was wondering if U make like stories on ikemen prince . If u do , can u pls pls pls pls make one on Gilbert being a father🤞🤞.I NEED IT 😩😫 plssssss . Ofc you are not force to . TYsm ❤️👑💋

Thank you @alfonssylvaticasbitch for this very lovely ask - as his route is releasing in EN in just a few hours, I thought it would be fitting to post this today.

Anti-Hero - Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N #1: This is now the third Gilbert as a dad fic I've written and also the third fic I've titled after a Taylor Swift song (I promise I am not a Swiftie!) - make of this what you will.

A/N #2: Happy Route Release Day Gilbert - congratulations, now all your secrets will soon be known.

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Prompt: Gilbert as a dad

Word Count: 680

Tags: fluff, no spoilers (other than an appearance by Walter who is just "some guy" in this fic), Gilbert has a daughter

“Here,” the little girl said, placing a toy dragon into Roderich’s hands, “you get to be the dragon today.”

The man wearing a dark hood covering his face stared down at the toy. “Why am I always the dragon?” he muttered.

“Would you rather be the troll?” Walter asked, eyeing the very ugly toy in his hand. “Just go along with it, you don’t want to make him angry.”

Roderich turned his head to see Gilbert seated on a large stone, his little rabbit not far from him. 

“Why isn’t he ever the dragon?” Roderich mumbled under his breath. He turned his attention back to the game at hand and moved his dragon to the entrance of the play-castle. 

He made loud roaring sounds; the little girl smiled and shrieked, happy to see her friend play along.

“Papa, Papa ! Help me!!!!” she called out frantically. Her arms flailing, she flopped over onto her side, the doll in her hand falling from her fingers. “The dragon…” she gasped, “is coming to get me!”

“Rawr!” Roderich shouted as he moved the dragon closer to the little girl’s doll. He watched as she clutched her heart, sighing dramatically – something her father had done on more than one occasion.

“Papa!” she cried breathlessly. “I need you,” she gasped, “I need my hero to save me!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your daughter’s theatrics – while she inherited your hair and eyes, she inherited her melodramatics from Gilbert.

“Go,” you urged, “she needs you.”

Gilbert looked at his daughter and then back at you. “I’m not a hero,” he said. “Anti-hero, maybe. But I’m the villain…”

His voice trailed off as his focus turned to his daughter. Sprawled out on the floor, she lay still as the mean and scary dragon approached the princess. 

You tugged gently on Gilbert’s sleeve, his gaze returning to you. “In her eyes, you are her papa. A great and wonderful man who adores her. In her world, she only knows the good you have done.”

“I have done bad things. Terrible things.” He tilted his head, sadness washing over his face. “And I might do them again.”

“You won't," you replied softly, to which Gilbert huffed a puff of air.

“And you, little rabbit, how do you see me?”

“I see a man with a good heart who loves his family and his country.”

His expression softened, the way he looked at you was so gentle; he couldn't argue with you – there was not a lie in your voice. His rose-red eye wavered as he pulled you into an embrace, his arms circling your waist, squeezing you so tight.

“I wouldn’t survive without you,” he whispered into a kiss placed upon the crown of your hair.

You pressed your cheek into the dark fabric covering his chest, humming your acknowledgment. 

“That’s why I’ll never let you leave my side.”

You pulled away, needing to look into his eye when you spoke. “I wouldn't want it any other way.”

He pressed his lips against yours in a rare sign of affection in front of others. Cool against warmth, it was over before it could go any further.

You ran your palms slowly down his arms, your hands slipping into his. “Now go, be her hero.” You let go of his hands, and watched him walk away.

He took a seat on the ground next to his daughter; once she was calmed, Gilbert turned to you. He held out his hands, his fingers curving into a heart as he smiled at you.

Your heart filled with warmth as Gilbert picked up the toy knight and played the part of the hero, slaying the mean dragon and saving the princess. Nothing could have made you happier than when you saw the smile on your daughter’s face.

“Thank you for saving me, papa,” she squealed as he lifted her in the air. “I love you!”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, giving your husband and child a moment together, their laughter so loud and infectious you couldn't help but join in their joy.

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[lakesbian]

“Fair. Here… Let me pick the clothes, and if anything goes wrong, you blame me, deal?” She dug through the clothes in my closet, “Jeans and… let’s see… a crop top to show off that belly of yours.”

see, shit like this entire scene is why briantaylor lisataylor and racheltaylor are all real to me simultaneously. it's literally classic weird codependent yuri that taylor's Girlbestie (who she met a week or two ago tops):

goes around ruffling her hair

calls her hyper-familiar pet names

casually and without permission snoops through her texts to the boy she has a crush on

invites herself into taylor's room while she's nakey to change

makes invasive yet fully accurate declarative statements about taylor's emotions

inserts herself into things by micromanaging taylor's outfit selection and saying "blame me if anything goes wrong"

and, of course, is doing all this shit while lying to taylor to obscure from her that 1. she is trying to manipulate-fix her into having better mental health so she doesn't kill herself and 2. has been hiding from everyone that their boss has coercively enslaved her and she can do nothing but decide that this is her life now and, if she wears the mask perfectly enough, she'll be able to keep everyone living the comforting lie she keeps telling the team. that's all well and unhinged of her and one reason among many lisataylor is real and true, although not in the simple "they're dating" sense.

the thing is that if all that were true and then taylor did just go to brian's house this arc and confess and he was like Teehee...I like you too :) and then they started dating normalstyle, that would be fucking nothing. we would have to throw brian out a window forever in favor of the shit taylor has going on with rachel and lisa. BUT. here's the critical part. taylor's relationship with brian is also weird and dysfunctional and mutually neurotic.

he rejects her at first because his ability to understand his own emotions and also not view women through a deeply paternalistic misogynist lens is so low he at first mistakes romantic attraction as meaning he wants this girl he just met to "be like a little sister to him someday." like, he psychologically does not know how to have women in his life who are in categories other than "coworkers i bicker with" or "little sister i love and want to care for (which i express dysfunctionally because i am 17 and traumatized)," and because taylor is closer to someone he cares deeply about than to a coworker he bickers with, he tries to sort her into the second category instead of acknowledging that she's a secret third thing (girl he wants to be friends with and date).

and taylor is so socially inadequate she's about to kiss him at random without consent and then tell him to go with it As A Favor so she can piss off one of her bullies who happens to be on the same bus as them. Taylor you can't just do that to people. and a bit past that she's going to refuse to mercy kill him after he gets hung on the meat freezer cross. no one here knows how to have a normal teenage relationship. they're all weird and dysfunctional and codependent. Even the straight couple. Could've been milquetoast but dodged it by a mile via everyone involved being fucking weird and bad at understanding themselves. it's fantastic. youve gotta hand it to wildbow re briantaylor. only thing that can improve it is deciding to read it as if racheltaylor and lisataylor are also true.

#wormtime 2 #wormtime 2 arc 6 #worm spoilers #wormblr #parahumans

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

I Am All In Rewatch - Episode 1x14 (Part 2)

And this one it required a little it required another layer where it was sort of like, now you have to show that you're interested, that you really want her, but you know, be a little bit secretive about it, so it's not so super obvious and it doesn't turn her off. And and uh, that's what I enjoyed about it. It It was that sort of banter, that going back and forth. I mean he would go from dismissive to kind of relaxed and accepting to a little bit of a smile, like just like that, and then move in for a kiss and get interrupted and and then take you know, I liked that hit of beer I took when she left. I was like, jeez, I need a drink. I almost kissed her. It's like almost and denied again. I mean that's the second or third time he's been denied by an annoying town member...The universe conspiring against me. [The chemistry is so palpable. It's just so cool. And are you feeling that when you're acting those scenes, almost like you get pumped up by it? What does that feel like when you're just ping ponging and having those scenes? What is that like?] It feels great? It's fun it yeah, it feels like a couple of tennis players playing a nice point, you know, just like hitting the ball, hitting shots, hitting shots. But I think it's because I think that relationship works. And this is this is what is dawning on me a little bit here as I watched these episodes, is that Lorelai's a very rebellious personality. She just is and that's why we love her because she's unpredictable and she's rebellious and you never know what's going to come out of her mouth, but you know it's going to be something funny, or it's going to be something a little bit of reverend and that kind of a thing. And she does it in the in the in the beginning the dinner scene again, which I thought was just brilliant hysterical...When she encounters me, she's encountering somebody who is even more rebellious and more irreverence, so it almost makes her look and feel lighter. it's a good it's a good chemistry because I'm a sort of a darker, heavier presence, but still rebellious and irreverent with a heart not like her. She's got a heart for everybody. I've got a heart for her and Rory, and that's pretty much about it, you know. So I'm very limited in how I can use my heart. So it's like, you know, the chemistry is that she's going to be able to focus her heart maybe on me in a romantic way, and that she will open up my heart so I can lighten up and love other people as well as her. So I think that's the the sort of yang yin and the yang of it. -Scott

Um, but you know, it was just more of the tension, the sexual tension that was playing out. It's kind of the dance that they do before the consummation end. And that she convinced him to do it, and that she right, that was pretty major and it's such an excuse for them to spend all this time together. Had he not felt a certain depth of feeling for her, there's no way he would have agreed to that. And she handled it, uh, with real finesse. She was very careful about it, even to the point where she said, well, we're not going to paint over that that order that your father scribbled down. We'll do it the right way. So yeah, he was just like, man, I just want to kiss her. I just want to kiss her. I just want to kiss her. I just want to kiss her. I mean, he wants to kiss us so bad it pisses him off. That's probably why he's cranky all the time. You know, it's like he just wants to plant one on her. Man, he wants her. It's getting pretty good. Yeah, so we saw, you know, we saw, we got to see other parts of the diner in some detail and even talk about some of the things that were up on the shelves that he was in no way, shape or form going to give in on and getting rid of them at her request. There was no way. It was like, I'm I'm gonna let you do this painting thing, but you know, you're not going to change me completely. So it was like pretty much telling her, we get into a relationship, I'm willing to sort of compromise with you, but not 100%. So he's his own man. He's his own guy, you know, and he's i think entering a relationship or potentially in any relationship, you've got to establish the ground rules that yeah, I'll meet you halfway, but that's it, you know. So he's a he's a hardass. He wants her, but he's a hard ass for sure. He's as strong as she is. He's as tough as she is. I think she yeah, I think she likes the fact that he's never going to change and that she can't change him very much, you know, that's the that's this, that's how I approached it. I wanted him to be a rock of Gibraltar. He's got to be the rock he can't break ever. -Scott

#i am all in #this scene is in my top favorite luke lorelai moments #what is personal space? #chemistry was on fire here #personal space they don't know her #god #luke x lorelai #lorelai x luke #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #scott patterson #lauren graham #love #gilmore girls #gif #gifs #gifset #1x14 #love this so much #the early stages of slow burns are glorious

[sunshine-theseus]

I’d Walk to You If I Had No Other Way | Deyna Castellanos x reader

Word Count: 1k Summary: Your girlfriend disappears on you, but she’ll always come home – this is by far not my best I’m sorry Warnings: angst, fluff Request by - @deynacastellonaswife

Having a best friend who spends three quarters of her year across the ocean and the last quarter playing for her international team is hard. I’ve known Deyna for nearly 17 years, having met when she pushed a boy who was bullying me in primary school, and being inseparable ever since.

I always knew Dey would become a professional footballer, she likes to deny it, but I knew. So when she got an offer to play at Atletico Madrid in 2020, I insisted she go. Our goodbye was when we first kissed.

Having a girlfriend who spends three quarters of her year across the ocean and the rest playing for her international team is considerably harder. After she finished her time in Madrid, she moved to Manchester, a great move for her career but hard to deal with. The time zones weren’t particularly excessive, but when she has training all day and ‘team bonding’, and I’m in class or doing assessments, it makes for difficulty trying to find a time to call or talk.

Which is why I’m sat awake at 11pm, waiting for her to finally call.

And at 12am.

I pass out before the clock reaches 1, body in a rather uncomfortable position as my laptop sits open beside me, blank screen with no sign of Deyna even trying to reach me. I think perhaps it’s just a one-time thing, she got too busy to make our (mostly) daily call. But then she misses the next one and a few more after that. I try calling her multiple times without an answer.

I eventually facetime Laia, who I met a few times when she and Dey played at Atletico together.

“What do you mean she hasn’t called? She always calls.” Laia questions over the phone as I stare once again at the screen of my laptop.

“She hasn’t called or answered one of my calls or texts in like 6 days. What am I supposed to do if she hasn’t answered my call in 6 days Laia?”

“I can talk to her if you’d like. Ask what she’s been up to?” I nod solemnly at the girl and thank her before we say our goodbyes.

I then proceed to not hear from either of them for a couple days after that. And then their international break comes, one I’d usually be excited for because Venezuela has no games which means Deyna can come home and hang out. But without hearing from her in over a week, I don’t expect to see her… ever again really.

So when it’s the middle of the day and I’m trying to work on my rather long psychology assignment, and my phone rings and I see Deyna’s contact, you can imagine my surprise. I spend so long contemplating whether to answer or not that the call just rings out. And when she starts calling again, I contemplate whether to be angry or act like she hasn’t ignored me for a week and a bit. Once again, the call rings out.

It’s the third time when I just pick it up.

“Hola bebé!” and that’s the final straw.

“Hola bebé?! You have no fucking right to just completely ignore me and avoid all contact with me for over a week and then just call me in the middle of an assignment and act like nothing is wrong! Where the fuck have you been!?” I scream down the phone.

“I know I know! I just- I wanted to surprise you by flying home early but my flight kept getting cancelled and I didn’t want to ruin it and I knew if we talked, I’d tell you.”

“That still doesn’t excuse you for ignoring me! You could have still answered texts or something! And then Laia disappeared?”

“I told her she couldn’t tell you and she is awfully horrible at keeping secrets.”

“Fine. So what? Did you get here?”

“No.” she lets out a disconcerted sigh before continuing.

“Manchester International fucking sucks. There aren’t any flights to Caracas for like another week.” I let out a sigh in return.

“It’s ok. We’ll find another time.” A silent tear slips down my cheek as we each say our goodbyes and I spend the rest of the day trying to distract myself from the impending loneliness I hadn’t realised I’d been feeling, previously covered up by the excitement of seeing Deyna.

~~~~~

The sun isn’t even breaching the horizon, the moon still high in the sky, when someone shakes me awake from my deep sleep. My eyes blink open and I don’t think much of it until I remember that I’m very much home alone.

I shoot up and flail my arm around trying to hit whoever it is that’s hiding in the dark. The light flicks on before I can start shouting as well.

“It’s me, it’s me!” My head snaps over to the person, only to see Deyna staring at me with wide eyes, her suitcase and bag propped up against the wall.

“W- what? How? I thought there weren’t any flights from Manchester.” I slip out of bed and wrap my arms around her.

“There weren’t any coming here. But there was a long ass one that stopped over in Paris for like 7 hours. My back is dead from trying to sleep in so many horrible positions.”

“You should have just waited another week. I don’t want you hurting yourself just to see me.” I pout up at her as I lead her to lay down in bed.

“I’d walk to you if I had no other way bebé.” She pecks me on the lips and pulls me in, my head resting on her chest with her arms tightly around me.

“You listened to Hey There Delilah on the way home huh?”

Deyna laughs and nods in confirmation and I giggle, pulling her closer to me and closing my eyes.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you for so long. I really didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“It’s worth it now you’re here.”

We talk and cuddle and kiss until the sun peaks above the mountains, the stars fade from the sky and we fall asleep, finally in each other’s arms again. Where we belong.

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #wsl #deyna castellanos #deyna catellanos x reader

[pyramid-of-starrs]

ouuu what about kq trainee x one of the ateez members . secret relationship 🤭

Okay, this is a good one!

Minors DNI

Secret Promise

Idol Seonghwa x Trainee Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Not really proofread sorry :P

You see it all the time, scandals of idols getting out’ed for dating, pictures of them accidentally matching with someone, them at the same place, them being too close, hell you can’t even film a dance challenge without someone assuming. That’s why in the training they tell you you need to be careful and mindful of all the actions you do as an upcoming idol/idol group and you coming from a small company AND being foreign means you have to take extra precautions. However, the things on your mind weren’t careful at all, because all you could think about was your label mate Seonghwa. Seonghwa was the eldest of Ateez, the senior group in your label KQ Entertainment, and he was all your eyes could look at when you did vocal and dance evaluations. You were in a Girl group that KQ had been working on for 3 years now and the hopes of debuting were near, so you can’t risk fucking up your career and your group members but fuck Seonghwa was so beautiful you would risk it all just to have him. You were the second oldest of the group and the only person who knew about your crush was the third oldest, Iya, Iya found out because she saw you gazing at Seonghwa one day while everyone was out at a company dinner.

She wasn't the only one who noticed your gazes, Seonghwa would check now and again out of the corner of his eyes to see if you were still staring. You got up to check your makeup in the restroom and as soon as you reached for the handle Seonghwa followed behind you to push you in and lock the two of you in the small bathroom.

"S-Seonghwa? I'm sorry did you need to use the bathroom? I can head back out and wait."

Seonghwa stared down at you and started to walk closer, you backed up as you both silently stared at each other. Your back hit the wall and Seonghwa stared down at you... You looked at his gorgeous face, tan skin, and perfect hair as he stared back at you, the moment of silence finally broke.

"It's always you...you're always looking at me, staring at me no matter where I am in a room, your eyes always find me, why is that?"

"I-I-I'm sorry sir...I don't mean to make you uncomfortable." you said shyly while averting your eyes to avoid the embarrassment."

He grinned at how cute you were when you got shy.

"Don't be shy, I look at you too, when you're dancing and when that pretty voice is singing, I look at you all the time."

You could feel your heart skip a beat, the love of your life Seonghwa was admitting he looked at you, you could die right now.

"Really?"

"Of course, but you know it would be bad if anything was to happen between us and we got caught."

Honestly at that moment with the obvious tension you didn't care if Jesus Christ himself caught you two, all you wanted, no, needed was him.

"I know but..."

"But you want to be bad huh?"

You nodded your head and a lustful grin sat on his beautiful face, he didn't wait anymore and kissed your soft lips. From that moment you and Seonghwa started your secret love story. Late-night dates, sneaking into his room, and lots of excuses to hide the truth. Iya started to get suspicious once again as she continued observing you and Seonghwas's interactions. This was more than just a crush, she put two and two together and texted you to meet up in your shared dorm room.

You walked in after receiving the text from Iya, She stood in the middle of the room clutching her phone before you could say anything she started to talk in a whispered tone.

"Y/N are you fucking crazy?"

You arched your eyebrows in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play coy with me, I know what's going on with you and Seonghwa."

You froze like a deer in headlights, how could this be possible, then your heart dropped as you started to get scared of the thought of Iya possibly telling someone.

"Don't freak out...I didn't tell anyone but girl, what the hell? Why couldn't you date a non-celebrity or anyone besides our senior? Do you know how bad that could be for both of our groups? We haven't even debuted yet and we are the only girl group, this could end us before we even start."

You sighed deeply and rubbed your face with your hands.

"I know that Iya..."

"Then if you know why are you doing it?"

You walked over to sit on your bed which was on the left side of the room.

"I don't know, it was a normal crush at first, then I started to really like him, and he told me he liked me too, and it's gone from there."

She walked over to sit next to you.

"Look, I'll be here for you and support you, but you have to promise me that you will be careful, okay?"

You smiled and hugged your roommate.

"Okay!"

A month had gone by, and your debut was near, You were busy doing competition shows, training, and doing pre-debut stages. Seonghwa had also become very busy with his usual group activities and touring, Luckily you both had a full 4 days off this week and you both submitted "off-campus family time" for that time. Seonghwa had planned a meet-up with you in the countryside where you too could be a bit more comfortable. You arrived at the hotel after him as he suggested that you two still arrive at different times. Once you reached the hotel door you knocked and he immediately answered by pulling you in and shutting the door behind you, he pushed you up against the door. He wasted no time pressing his lips to yours.

"I've missed you so much baby." he said between kissing you. He slid his hands over your shoulders and under your jacket to push it off your arms. Your jacket hit the floor and he pressed his hand on the door next to your head and the other gripped the underside of your thigh as he lifted it to his waist while he pressed himself against you. you chose to wear a sweater dress with stockings and you were regretting because you could feel his semi-hard length pressing against his jeans and onto your crotch. You moaned into the kiss, you started to feel lightheaded, You placed your hands on Seonghwa's shoulders and pushed him back a bit. He stepped back.

"I'm sorry beautiful, I just missed you so much and lost control a bit."

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, your acrylic fingernails played with his longer bleach platinum hair.

"I missed you more baby, but we are finally in an area where we don't have to be as safe so I want to go outside on as many dates as possible."

He smiled and pecked your lips.

"And that we shall, but we do still need to be on our p's and q's."

You sighed and playfully rolled your eyes.

"Yes Mr. Sunbaenim"

You removed your arms from his neck and he grabbed your hand.

"Come on beautiful let's get some food and explore."

You and Seonghwa left, Even though you both wanted to go into town it was late, and figured you would save it for another day since you were going to be here an extended weekend. He took you to a restaurant that he paid to have rented out so you two could have a nice dinner in peace. This was such an amazing moment for you, During dinner you two talked for hours even after you were done eating, you found yourself gazing at Seonghwa, This was the man, this was the moment and you couldn't be happier.

You placed your hand over Seonghwas and smiled at him.

"Let's go back to the hotel Seonghwa."

He smiled at you and paid, you two eagerly left the restaurant.

Smut Here:

You both couldn't keep your hands off of each other, kissing as he blindly fiddled with the room door. Once inside you quickly shut the door behind you and you both removed your jackets and like magnets were immediately back stuck to each other. Seonghwa gripped both your thighs and lifted you by your legs, You naturally wrapped your legs around him and you continued to kiss him. He started to walk over to the bed bumping into things and knocking items off the dresser. He plopped you down on the bed quickly removed his sweater and started to undo his pants. You followed his lead and lifted your dress over your head and reached behind you to unsnap your bra. Once your bra slid down your arms and your 2 plump breast were revealed Seonghwa couldn't hold himself back anymore. He dove onto the bed on top of you and gripped your two breast. His soft lips wrapped around your hard nipple. You started to breath harder and rubbed his back.

"Seonghwa wait let me take off my stockings and panties."

He started to kiss down your body lightly sucking on your flesh as well.

"I can't wait anymore precious, I need you so much right now."

He left kisses on your waist where your stocking band started, his hands reached behind your knees and pushed them back to your shoulders as he stood up. He spread your legs open and looked at your panty and stocking-clad sex.

"You're so wet it's soaking through your stockings beautiful."

Your pussy was so wet that your slick completely soaked your panties, you whimpered as Seonghwa stared at you, making you feel a bit shy.

"Please Seonghwa, I need you."

"You're so cute when you're needy how can I deny you."

He removed one of his hands from your leg and rubbed his fingers over your soaked pussy lips, his long fingers lightly started to brush your sensitive clit, and you winced at his touch.  He started to rub circles around your clit, breathy moans fell from your lips, your eyes shut tightly.

"Touch me more Seonghwa, please take off my stockings and panties and touch me."

"Yes beautiful."

Your eyes shot open as you heard a loud rip, Before you could stop him it was too late, Seonghwa ripped open the crotch of your stockings and then tore your cute lace thong you just bought for him.

"Seonghwa what the hell! I just bought all those with my allowance."

"Shut up, I'll buy you more."

He slid his fingers into your needy hole before you could yell at him more, the only thing that came out of your mouth were moans. He started to scissor his fingers in you to stretch you out nice and good for him.

"Are you ready precious?"

"Yes please, I need you so bad."

He removed his fingers from your insides then reached down to pick up his pants and take out the condom from his wallet. He climbed on top of you, his knees on each side of your body as your legs rested on his shoulders. He opened the condom and slid it down his dick, he pumped himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance then leaning down to kiss you while his tip poked at your hole. He looked into your needy eyes and you made eye contact back with him.

You cupped his face and pecked his lips again.

"Y/N, I love you."

This was the first time you heard Seonghwa say this, You knew that you loved him but feared the thought of him rejecting you because he didn't want this to be serious. You both knew the more serious this was the more dangerous it became.  In that moment as you both lay there bathed in the moonlight in that dark hotel room nothing else mattered but the love you two shared for each other.

"I love you more Seonghwa."

Hearing your words he glided his rock-hard dick into your hot walls. Your wet gummy insides immediately hugged his dick tightly as you pulsed around him, he started to stroke his dick in and out of you while you both moaned at the intimate sensation. You hugged him by his neck and he placed his head in the crook of your neck, his whimpers and moans were music to your ears as you felt his hot breathy grunts in your ear. His pace wasn't fast but it didn't need to be, the love in every thrust made the sex feel amazing, his long dick dug your insides out, and as his tip hit your spot so deliciously you started to feel your orgasm rise more and more.

"You're doing so good for me my love, your pussy is so tight I might cum."

"Please Seonghwa, I'm going to cum too."

He sped up his hips a bit and your moans got louder and more incoherent, praises for him and his name sloppily fell out your mouth. You released one of your hands from his neck and he moved his hand to hold yours.

"I love you so much Seonghwa, Please let's be together forever."

"Yes, forever my love."

You both became undone, you coated his condom-covered dick in your cum while he shot into the condom. He dropped his sweaty body on top of you and you hugged him.

"I love you Y/N"

"I love you Seonghwa."

...

The next day was spent going on dates, shopping, exploring the city, and making love with every chance you got. You two spent the last day at the city's carnival, since Seonghwa started training at a young age he had never been to a carnival so you showed him all the fun things he never got to try. You decided to end your night on the Ferris wheel, You sat next to each other as your arms held his arm, and your head laid peacefully on his shoulder as you two sat still at the top of the wheel.

"This is amazing Seonghwa, I wish it didn't have to end."

"Me too precious, but don't worry, we'll have more time together eventually."

You smiled and snuggled more into him, he used the arm you hugged to reach into his jacket and pulled out a small velvet box.

"Promise me this won't be the last time okay beautiful?"

He used his other hand to open the box, inside was a small silver ring with a few pink diamonds."

You removed your hands from his arm to take the box from him.

"Sorry it's so small, I thought to get something subtle so it wouldn't draw attention. It's a promise ring so you have to keep your promise okay?"

You smiled at the ring as tears perked in the corners of your eyes.

"Of course I promise, I love you Seonghwa." you said as you hugged him.

"I love you Y/N"

If only time could have frozen at the moment on the Ferris wheel. A week passed and your group debuted all was well until you finished a stage and were met backstage by your manager asking you to come with him to a small room. You followed him in and inside was the CEO of KQ and a few other board members.

"Please sit Y/N."

You looked around concerned but still sat down at the chair at the end of the table they all sat at, your manager taking a seat beside you.

The head of PR walked over to you with her phone and showed you an image. It was a bit grainy but once you made out what the picture was it was clear as day, you and Seonghwa hand and hand walking down the street in the countryside city you were in last week.

"This image was captured by a student who was visiting relatives while on break, The student sent the image to us and demanded that we pay for their silence. We chose to pay them when it was sent in originally a few days ago but it seems the student had already shared the picture with others and the picture is now spreading like wildfire."

You sat there stuck and mortified, not even knowing what to say.

"Due to the poor quality and Seonghwa being covered with hat and glasses, we can make a statement saying that that indeed was not him, however, you are seen clear as day." She continued.

"So what does this mean?" your manager said for you

"This means that every single post about this picture is going viral and fans are completely outraged and we need to remove the problem."

The CEO slid you a piece of paper, it was a contact release form.

"Wait a minute she can't just go on hiatus?" your manager said.

"No, Y/N's group is too new and people are already calling her a troublemaker, she is ruining the group's image."

"...what did Seonghwa say?"

Everyone looked at you.

"He already agreed to our terms, I'm not sure what he told you but what you two had was never as important as his career and future with Ateez."

You shook your head in disbelief.

"What do you mean had?"

"Along with agreeing to leave the company, you must agree to not have any form of contact with our artist."

You grew silent for a moment.

"Did he know about this too?"

"Yes."

In the blink of an eye, you lost your career and who you thought was the love of your life, and all you had to show for it was a ring that represented a broken promise.

Months had passed and you decided to still pursue your career as a solo artist, a song of yours ended up doing very well on TikTok so you were able to get your career started again. You were drowned in bookings, so you didn’t have anymore time to feel hurt or sad, plus you were able to still speak with Iya and she confirmed that Seonghwa was just as blind-sided as you were. Unfortunately, there was nothing you could really do anymore, you already agreed not to contact him so the damage was done and it hurt but the only thing you could do is move forward. While you sat backstage a few hours before your show to get ready you could hear a knock at your door.

“Come in.”

You continued to focus on fixing your make up for the show and assumed it was just your manager coming in or a stagehand. The person walked up directly behind you and stopped; they didn’t say a word.

“Um did you need something?” you said in confusion.

“Yes, I need you.”

The familiar voice immediately registered in your mind and your heart jumped, you immediately got up to see Seonghwa, your eyes started to water, and you immediately embraced him.

“How- I thought- the company-“

“They couldn’t keep you away from me forever my love, I always keep my promises.”

#ateez smut #ateez fanfic #atz smut #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa smut #seonghwa x reader

[dreamweaversfavsandthoughs]

Rick and Morty S7 Ep. 2: The Jerrick Trap

(Not Rick, not Jerry, but some secret third thing)

Spoiler alert ahead!

My Favs

The new voice actors:

I wanted to bring this up again because I think that Ian Cardoni has really evolved into his role as the new voice actor for Rick. It’s really hard to believe that Cardoni has only had this job for about month or two but is already playing this character like he’s been there since the beginning. It didn’t once cross my mind during this episode that I was not listening to Justin Roiland anymore. Harry Belden’s Morty sounds like a nice blend of Roiland’s Season 1 and Season 6 performance of that character.

Freaky Friday:

I appreciate that they didn’t do a clean body-swap but gave RickBody and JerryBody an amalgamation of the two minds in conflict with each other, but then evolving over the course of the episode into someones (or something) with its own identity.

Chuxly:

I kinda have a soft spot for Chuxly. He’s just a mid-tier criminal who’s trying not to cause any unnecessary trouble. He doesn’t need any incompetent goons kidnapping the precious grandson of the most dangerous man in the universe and he’ll kiss as much ass as he can until his lips are ass-colored.

Your dad’s a gay assassin?:

It’s a spectrum

Conehead missle:

So gross but RickBody looked so happy! Also I get why RickBody and JerryBody would like that movie because it is so dumb and so weird in a good way.

Burger and Fries!

God I love their cute name for each other! Also, am I the only person who found them snorting crystals together as they remember their love for Morty weirdly endearing.

Rick and Jerry’s half-assed note to the family:

But they wrote a novel for Gene

Do you hear the symphony of atoms dying in space?:

I don’t blame Summer for wanting to listen to a podcast. I would want to distract myself from whatever that is driving the car.

The Stupid Rake Gag:

This joke is older than God herself and in hindsight I should have seen this coming. The inciting incident was due to Gene stealing a rake. It was all laid out for this to happen but it was so cleverly concealed until it happened that I was absolutely taken off-guard. God I love that Jerry and Rick were rescued from their monstrous Jerricky form by a corny rake gag.

Rick and Jerry care about each other. They really do!

Though they’ll never admit it.

Memory Rick!

He’s alive and well and kept Rick and Jerry from completely losing their minds to Jerricky. Sadly, he might be stuck in Jerry’s mind for awhile unless he can make use of springs and gears and only springs and gears. I imagine there’s going be an episode in the future about his escape.

My Not Favs:

Jerricky:

He will haunt my dreams until my dying breath in which he will then greet me at the gates of Hell where he will orchestrate my torture for all eternity and a day. Personally, I wasn’t a huge fan of Jerricky and the final fight with him and why did they give it a six-pack? Neither Jerry or Rick have a six-pack. Who do they think they’re fooling?

Rick’s mind was a bit overpowering:

Maybe this is because Rick is a character with such a big personality but I felt like the aspects that could be Jerry was a bit drowned out. RickBody and JerryBody acted mostly like Rick with sprinkles of Jerry rather than an even mix of the two.

A criminal lack of Morty:

Morty (or should I say, Rick Jr.) maybe turning into a little criminal but I would like to have some more screen time with him. There’re eight more episodes left so I’m not too worried about this but I think Morty is a little underutilized for a character who has some great story potential (and his name is in the title of the show). However, I’m glad we got to see more of him compared to the last episode. He is getting so confident and not waiting around for his grandpa/dad and dad/grandpa to get himself out of trouble.

My Thoughts:

I love myself a Rick and Jerry team-up episode and this episode was no different. Rick and Jerry may never admit it, but they are more alike than different and their minds meld well together ( as long as they don’t make a Jerricky). The Rick/Jerry dynamic has always been rife with conflict since the first episode when Jerry tried to convince Beth to put Rick in a nursing home because Rick pulled Morty out of school, repeatedly, behind their backs. In a sweet moment in the middle of the episode we hear them admit that Rick doesn’t believe Jerry is useless and that Jerry sees Rick as a friend. By the end of the episode, they are back to bickering at each other again but we know as an audience that it comes from a place of love for each other and their love for Summer, Morty and Daughterwife. This episode, in my mind, was much stronger than last week’s and oh so weird in the best possible way, except for maybe Jerricky. Jerricky was the weakest part of the episode with the fight scene being a bit lackluster for an otherwise bonkers episode. Though that rake gag killed me. They really did just sneak that in and thought I wouldn’t notice, which I didn’t so good job on their part. It absolutely felt like a classic Rick and Morty episode and I hope each episode continues getting better and better. Also, it was nice seeing Memory Rick again and,

“Yeah, Memory Rick, Rick totally got rid of you on purpose.”

#rick and morty #rick and morty season 7 #rnm #rick and morty spoilers #rick sanchez #jerry smith #morty smith #summer smith #beth smith #the jerrick trap

[lonesome-witching]

You Don't Need to Buy My Love

This is a third part to the Robin is rich and Nancy is poor story. Part 1 can be found here and part 2 here. Enjoy!

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Nancy opened her locker. A thin necklace tumbled out. A silver chain with the letter R on it. Nancy sighed and put it in her bag.

Since they had started dating, Nancy had found many secret gifts all around. In her locker, in the newspaper room, in her letterbox. Her mom was already starting to ask questions.

At first the gifts had been charming. Nancy had enjoyed receiving them. It had been something to look forward to. Now, they seemed more like a taunt. Every time Nancy was confronted with another item Robin had purchased her, she was confronted with the lack of presents she had given her girlfriend.

“Nance, hi,” Robin greeted, walking up to her locker. “Did you find what I left you?”

Nancy nodded.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Robin.”

“Are you sure? Because you look like you did before we started dating. Which means, very annoyed with me.”

Nancy closed her eyes. “I’m not annoyed with you, it’s just—” She stopped talking before she ruined everything. What she had with Robin was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She wouldn’t ruin it. Even if there were some elements that got under her skin.

“It’s just what?” Robin pushed.

“Nothing, forget it.”

“I don’t want to forget it, Nance. I want you to be happy. And you don’t look happy right now.”

If this were the movies, she would reach up and peck Robin’s lips before confirming she was happy. But she couldn’t risk that here, at school, with so many people around. So, instead she just forced a smile on her face.

“I am happy. I am happy with you. Why don’t we meet up tonight? Your place?”

“Alright, tonight.”

-

In the few months that the two had been dating, Nancy had only been to Robin’s place a handful of times. Not that Robin had been at hers much more. In fact, she could only remember once that Robin had actually been inside of Nancy’s home. That time she had snuck into Nancy’s room, late at night, to make out.

Robin’s house was bigger. Robin’s house was big. She had a pool, a TV room, and her own personal bathroom. Part of her liked being here, the part that relished at the opportunity to explore the wealth of her girlfriend. The more rational part of her hated being here. Hated being confronted with the capitalist reality of the society they lived in. Hated being confronted with what she almost, but ultimately couldn’t have.

Perhaps this wasn’t the best place to have this conversation.

“Do you want something to drink?” Robin asked.

“No, I’m alright.”

“Okay.”

They both fell down on the couch. Real leather.

“So…”

“So, what did I do? Why are you upset with me?” Robin turned toward Nancy.

“I’m not upset with you—”

“Could have fooled me.”

“Robin, I’m not upset with you. It’s just— It’s the gifts.”

“What about the gifts? You don’t like them? Is there something you’d prefer?”

“It kind of feels like you’re buying my love which you really don’t have to. Or— Or you’re just trying to confront me with what I don’t have, which doesn’t sound like something you’d do.”

“I— I just want you to have nice things,” Robin said, sounding utterly defeated. Nancy hated herself as she watched her girlfriend slump forward.

“I know that, Robin. I know you mean well. I just don’t want those things.”

“I can buy you something else. The necklace was a stupid idea anyway.”

“I don’t want anything but your affection.” Nancy shuffled closer, kissing Robin’s cheek.

“So, I’m not allowed to buy you anything from now on?”

“You can buy me something for my birthday.” Nancy kissed Robin’s other cheek. “And for Christmas, Valentine’s Day, our anniversary.” Each event was followed by a peck on her lips.

“What if you really need something?” Robin asked, there was a smile forming on her lips though.

“Only if I ask, okay?”

“Alright.” Robin’s hands grabbed her waist, pulling her closer.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin