#blue’s smexy writing

[bluemoonbabes]

Why?

Debris fic. More Bryan instropection. A sort of alternate take on 1.12 that focuses more on emotions.

Grime coats his skin, caked on dust and dirt and blood, on splattered on his forehead, smeared on his cheek, embedded beneath his fingernails. His uniform is too hot, too scratchy, too baggy, has always been, and the gun in his hand too heavy. The heart in his chest too scattered and weighty to keep. It’s buried too, the same time she is, left to waste beneath the world.

Mariel stands before him. Clean, pristine, almost lucent in all the wrong ways, illuminated by a harshened light that comes from nowhere, like some generated figment of his imagination. But here, a foot from her grave, a half mile from base, gunpowder and copper staining his nose, it’s all an illusion. Bryan is quite suddenly aware of how he hasn’t been here in a long, long time.

Yet as he faces down Mariel, blank eyes of a puppet with no soul, all he can feel is blankness himself, hollow with the lack of understanding, almost hurt by it. His heart is bleeding, but the artery is cut from his head, like he’s watching it bleed rather than feeling it. So he has to ask, desperate, raspy;

“Why?”

She asks with him. Almost like she mocks him. And that, of all things, is what makes the first fracture in the dam that conceals what he should be feeling, the first spark of anger licking through. It’s quelled only as she reaches out to him, and staring at that hand, no other option before him, his stomach shredded, his heart buried, all sense of his internal self hollow and gone, Bryan reaches out as well.

But before they can touch, his heart stops, his body jolts, his vision turns white, and all of a sudden he is flung up out of his seat, back in the real world, back in Orbital, that dam fracturing an inch further.

***

The Debris is taunting him, Bryan thinks, in the darkened halls of a malfunctioning Orbital building. It’s laughing at him, for his failures, for his sufferings, for the fact that he is still alive through it all. It wants him, he thinks, wants him like how it took Kieran and Mariel and enthralled the techs. Wants him like a lab rat for whatever database of humanity it’s trying to build, intriguing by the old, scarred-up little rat refusing to die, always failing yet refusing to let life take him nor himself take his own life, returning again and again like a pest.

He deserves it, part of him whispers, this odd sort of reckoning as he sees her behind the techs, a buried girl unearthed to haunt him, her memory zombified just like his heart, taunting him. The lights flickering on and off just to spook him, to play with his patience and courage like a little puppet, to pull his strings until they snap, taunting him. The chair, the one Mariel had died in, appearing for a split second, taunting him, remember?

And then Mariel, herself, standing there, so real. And still blank, eyes glazed over and soulless, nothing but a suit of flesh for the Debris to dress itself in. Yet still, staring at her, there is something that draws him. Her appearance untouched from last time, the all-knowing presence of the Debris, her hand stretching outward. Whatever it is, Bryan doesn’t know, he only aware of this all-encompassing desperation to know

“Why?”

She says it with him, like she’s mocking him, and that is the last blow that the dam over his feelings can take as it crumples beneath the strike of her mockery. Anger floods into place, a burning, seething rage as the question rings in his head why? She doesn’t get to ask that question. Only he.

Bryan shouts, “Why?”

Why did she show him that memory? Why is the Debris interested in him?

But as his rage billows in his gut, surges through his veins, churns white-hot beneath his skin, it’s more than just now. It’s Why did she have to die? It’s Why couldn’t he have died instead? It’s Why didn’t she listen to me? Why didn’t anyone stop her? Why didn’t I stop her? Why did this have to happen to her? Why did this happen to me?

The silence that follows is putrid.

Fate never answers, because it’s never really been there in the first place. It was just chance that had him sent to Afghanistan. A roll of the dice that had him stationed in Surobi. By coincidence that he met Asalah. By accident that she died. By accident that he didn’t.

He thought he had come to terms with it. Made silence with it. Patted it down until it was tolerable enough to live with. Yet having the Debris resurface it all again, not just in the memories it forces him to relive but in the flashbacks that followed him home, the nightmares that jolted him awake, the alertness that drains his body, Bryan is met with wrenching grief and a desperate, clueless anger.

Why him?

Why?

He knows it was by chance and choice and fate, that he had no control over it, but that’s far from a satisfying answer. It’s never been enough, such a bland explanation, such an empty reasoning as to why, even now, he suffers. He can’t live a day without pain or fear or panic or disillusionment, floating half-conscious of his own body because it’s too uncomfortable to exist wholly, always a little bit tired because he’s forgotten what it’s like to get a good night’s sleep, some sore popping up everyday because of how rigorous that instinctual need to be alert has become, his heart shredded and torn with grief and guilt that he can only bury lest it kill him, and that’s all because of happenstance?

Bull-fucking-shit.

A girl is dead. Gone. All because of chance.

There is nothing in that but emptiness.

Mariel reaches out her hand to him, and glancing at her, yet not quite questioning it, too furious to think right, Bryan takes it.

Because the Debris wants to understand him.

Bryan cries out, a mangled shout of fiery fury, and breaks away from Mariel. There had been, for a split second, a sense of compassion. The Debris just wants to understand him. But it has been at the cost of his own stability and his own health.

Sacrificing him just so they could understand him? Making him relive the worst years of his life just so they could understand him? Resurfacing every putrid feeling, every bit of guilt, every bit of grief, every bit of anger, every bit of heart remaining, that he had buried for his own survival, just to ‘get to know him’?

Bryan sneers at Mariel, because all he can see when he looks at her is the Debris, the Debris and Afghanistan and guns and blood and dead eyes on a dead girl and a grieving grandfather and camouflage uniforms made crusty by dirt and vile taste of MREs and the rancid stank of oil and copper and rotten flesh, and it bubbles up his chest, surges through his throat, staring life in the face as he bellows out

“Fuck you!”

His chest heaves beneath his breath, but like a flood breaking through, he can’t stop, shouting at the top of his lungs

“Fuck you for everything you’re doing! Fuck you for bringing me back here! Fuck you for the panic attacks and nightmares! Fuck you for killing Asalah! Fuck you for everything you’ve taken from me! Fuck you for everything i will never get back!”

Sleepless nights he will never get again. Discarded meals he will never eat again. Painlessness he will never feel again. Faces he will never see again. Voices he will never hear again. Peace he will never find again. Youth he will never get back. All gone. Zapped. Like a snap of his fingers. And for what? To have it all played again in front of his face like it’s evening entertainment?

He lost his youth to a war that he never even fully understood. He lost his body and brain because of one decision he made as a teenager. And maybe there is something that has come of it, even just one person he helped, but right now, staring Mariel down, having the worst of it spat back at him, all Bryan can feel is contempt and pure, unadulterated fury.

Then, like a cut string, he crumbles as the fury melts into grief, as the shouting disintegrates into tears.

He’s tired. He’s so fucking tired. His body is sore. His head hurts. His heart aches.

All he wants is to sleep. To sleep for a long enough time that he isn’t so tired anymore, and maybe, if it can be spared, a little less pain.

The tile is cold on his knees but his tears are hot on his face, blubbering out against his will that’s been shattered on the ground.

And suddenly Bryan is aware that’s he’s alone.

Mariel has left.

So all he does is cry, because it’s all he can do. Shout and cry and sleep it off, because he will never get any of it back.

#apparently Bryan is just my puppet for emotional understanding #man has been through the ringer #debris nbc #bryan beneventi #fanfiction #blue’s smexy writing #fanfic #mariel caldwell

[pomegranateandblood]

do you think you can do a wally clark fluff turned into smut maybe? i know you said you only do smut but i would love it if u could! thank u!

A/N: Heyyy. Welcome to my first fic for this blog. You wanted more fluff so I kept the smut a little bit on the down low for this, because usually I write full on smexy times. Thank you for requesting and Enjoy! ❤️🍍

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Friends

It was Homecoming week. You and the other ghosts were busy decorating the gym and painting posters to support Wally.

You were washing your hands and arms free off the dry blue paint as the brunette jock approached you. He seemed nervous.

„Everything okay ? You know it's the same routine as every year." You smiled looking at him through the mirror.

He had paint on his cheeks and arms, some even got into his ebony hair. „Look umm, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my date to the homecoming game?"

He was beet red, looking down at his hands. „-as friends of course."

You had to hold back a smile at his cute attempt not to make you flustered or embarrassed by his request.

Turning the faucet off, you dried your hands with paper towels before turning around. „I didn't guess you were the type to be ‚just friends' with a girl, football star."

You smirked playfully and he stared at you, mouth slightly open. „I- umm." he laughed nervously trying to find a right comeback.

„I guess I'm just not your type. Sadly." You clicked your tongue against your cheek before leaning close to his ear „Because I totally got a thing for tall, brunette jocks."

He sucked in a breath and before you could walk away held onto your arm. „It's a date. Wear a skirt."

You bit your lip as you nodded and walked away.

„Please" he added, his enthusiastic voice hollowing through the empty bathroom, making you giggle. Wally couldn't be not nice.

—-

As you waited for Wally in front of the stadium, you became more nervous. You really liked him and hoped that today you two could do something about the unresolved feelings.

Charly had helped you go through the wardrobe of the theatre club to find a skirt and matching outfit. Luckily they had just performed a more modern version of ‚Hairspray', resulting in you now wearing a pastel blue pleated skirt and a white tank top with a bow detail.

Good Thing that ghosts couldn't freeze bc else you definitely would've caught a cold in the chilly evening air.

„I hope I didn't make you wait too long, I couldn't find my jersey."

-

The date went well, Wally was enjoying the match.

After you two finished the fries and hot dogs he held your hand. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, flushing your cheeks.

„I got a gift for you." Wally said, taking out a box from the pocket of his letterman jacket.

It was a cardboard box, painted with the same paint you used for the posters.

„I found a necklace in the Lost and Found Box and the charm is wood. I wish I could give you something real and more special.“ Wally said as he opened the lid.

Inside was a silver necklace with a small pendant. The number 57. Wally‘s number.

You smiled. „It‘s perfect.“

Taking it out of the box, you fumbled with the clasp to put it on.

„I love it, Wally. Thank you" you said, touching the little pendant on your cleavage.

Your eyes drifted from his plush lips to his chocolate orbs, contemplating if you should kiss him. Before you could move, his hand touched your thigh at the seam of your skirt, burning your skin.

He licked his lips before leaning forward, giving you an innocent smooch. Noses to Nose he whispered. „I'm glad you don't want to be my friend."

The Hand on your thigh moved up to your hips and pulled you on his lap, your back pressed against the edge of the table. Being touched by him felt so good.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, capturing his lips again. He moaned into your mouth, which made you move your hips against his lap.

His hair was soft between your fingers and you slightly pulled at it. His hands snuck under your skirt, securing your hips on his crotch.

„Mmh is that why you wanted me to wear a skirt?" you teased, leaning your head back as he started kissing your neck.

The chuckle vibrated against the sensitive skin of your throat, right at your pulse point. You sighed.

„No, I just like the view of your legs. Even if it benefits me now." he groans.

You could feel the wetness of your panties as you tried to ease the friction between your thigh by pressing against him.

„Fuck, you want me to fuck you on this bench love?" He looks at you with dark eyes.

Wally must be uncomfortable in his tight football pants, so you pull at the strings securing it. „Yes please."

He helps you pull them off just enough to free his length, before he hungrily nips at your lips again.

His fingers pulled your panties to the side and you guided him inside of you.

Your other hand dug into the fabric of his football jersey and you moaned into his mouth. Placing his hands on your hips again, Wally thrusted up into you.

Your hips met his thrusts and you pulled away from his brusing kiss, trying to catch your breath.

„Wally" you moaned, clenching around him.

His lips explored your jawline down to your cleavage, biting and nipping. He would surely leave marks.

The edge of the table dug into your lower back with every thrust, but you didn't care. As long as the dark haired ghost kept on pleasuring you like this.

His Thumb found your clit, massaging with different paces, bringing you closer to the edge.

„Don't stop, please" you breathed, circling your hips more.

He kissed you again as he came, spilling inside you with a few sloppy thrusts.

You joined him, collapsing into his arms.

Wally held you, his hands caressing your back, finger playing with a few strands of your hair and you put your head against his chest, trying to spot his nonexistent heartbeat.

You realized neither of you talked about what this made you. A couple?

All you knew was that he made your heart flutter and your head dizzy. Hopefully this could last another lifetime. Or more.

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#milo manheim fanfiction #milo manheim #wally clark smut #wally clark #wally clark x reader #school spirits

[toxicanonymity]

My god your writing has me on my knees!! Thank you for all the delicious food you put on the table!

I wanted to ask if you maybe like to write one with Michael who wakes up reader with some smexy time..? Maybe they were both sleeping but Michael wakes up to a need or he comes home after a spree and finds you sznoozing..? Either one would be awesome💕💕

Thank you!!

michael wakes you up

michael myers x f!reader nsfw

Michael's boots thud loudly up the stairs, waking you up in the middle of the night - it's a pavlovian response at this point: Arousal stirs between your legs as you begin to stir awake. He comes back at ungodly hours from doing god knows what. All you know is you smell blood and he's ready to fuck. The knife clatters onto the floor and he sits down to take off his boots. He's such a large man, his knees are so high when he sits on the bed, it makes the bed look like a preschool chair. The entire mattress sinks under his weight. Once his boots are off, he settles in behind you like the biggest spoon in the drawer and you feel his hard length dig into you as the rubber of his mask catches in your hair. His breathing gets louder as he humps you then you hear his zipper come down. His rough hand pries your legs open and first he impales you with his enormous fingers, getting you ready for his monster cock.

You sigh softly and he inhales sharply with the knowledge that you're awake. He lifts one of your thighs to make space for his intrusion, then impales you. He has to manhandle you into taking him and to this day he still can't fit his whole shaft, but damnit he'll try every time. He softly grunts and gropes your breasts as his huge cock occupies half your body until his enormous load fills you up.

@ethanhoewke @wolvesandvampires @rebel-blue

#michael myers x reader #michael myers smut #michael myers drabble

[badassbarmaid]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

I've had Tifa for such a long time. She's always been my hero and another Tifa long ago suggested I make a blog, so here I am all these years later!

My other active blogs, Alice and Eddie, both just come from my interest in exploring characters that have vague enough backgrounds that I can experiment with.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Anything dealing with abuse or incredibly graphic gore.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Most things, honestly. I love fluff of course, and fun storytelling. Smexy things are fun too, though I do it with chemistry, not just for the smex.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Uh, the source material helps a lot LOL.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

MUSIC all the time. It helps me to be motivated and different genres help inspire me with different kinds of replies.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Wing most of the time. My muses flow through me so I don't need to think too hard when I write. It comes incredibly easy to me.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

YES YES YES YES but all kinds of relationships are amazing too.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Em is fine!

ᴀɢᴇ?

37

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

March 19

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

BLUE

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

Far too many to name

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Interview with a Vampire

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Legend of Korra

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

FFVII Soundtrack

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

PIZZA

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Autumn all the timeeeee

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

@thegreyfacedbutler has been my bestie since like 3 months of me making this blog, so we've been close for almost 13 years. <3

Tagged by: @brokeniisms

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it!

#ooc #mun things

[andypantsx3]

Ok so the comments got me really interested and I had no choice but to try the game... THEY WERE RIGHT?! XAVIER (from love and deepspace) IS DEFINITELY SHOUTO CODED! So much so infact that it drove me up the wall.

You look at him and he seems so princely and calm and suave and then you play through his cards and that man is THE BIGGEST LITTLE SHIT KNOWN TO MANKIND. He is also very much "the way andypantsx3 writes shouto" coded. THE TEASING REMARKS IN THE MONOTONE VOICE, THE WAY YOU WOULDN'T EXPECT HIM TO BE SO FORWARD, HOW HE SEEMS INDIFFERENT BUT NOTICES ALL THE LITTLE THINGS, THE WAY HE IS SO SOFT BUT ALSO SO DAMN SEXY ABWRHFBEHBHFBDW-. ITS THE QUEIT ONES! IT'S ALWAYS THE QUITE ONES! Also not to mention how his cards show the most explicit smexy times (I mean they don't SHOW it but the implication in STRONG and I actually don't know if the other characters have more smexy time than this cuz I haven't played through their cards yet. I spent all my attention and time on Xavier TvT ) This mans got me in a CHOKEHOLD.

Oh the forever lasting curse of falling for shouto adjacent men 😞 I can never seem to escape. All these men are great for my mental health but not for my heart...

p.s I just realised he's already half way there with the silvery white hair and the blue eyes. AAAAA THE MORE I LOOK THE MORE I SEE THE SIMILARITES. RELEASE ME FROM THIS PRISON I HAVE BUILT MYSELF LOL

PRETTY BOY ALERT! PRETTY BOY ALERT! PRETTY BOY ALERT!

Hi Nene!!! Omg you are piquing my interest even more!! The way Shouto retains his grip on us even through other media.... Like one of my fave books resonates with me so much specifically because the main character plays on the same tropes of family reckoning and forgiveness as Shouto LOL.

Omg I have been holding out and resisting getting sucked into L&DS specifically because I already have so little time & brain energy to dedicate to writing under current conditions LOL and I don't want to pick up another thing that will take more time away!! But it is sooooooo tempting when you tell me this kind of stuff, my god is it sooo tempting..... Xavier, my Shouto-coded space prince....

#ask andie

[succubuswants]

Smexy Short Story FxF

I wanted to test out and see how many people would like this scene from my short story I'm writing. My character Ellana is a hypnotist and Isabella is the detective trying to catch her. Carter is Ellana's apprentice, but he is a little occupied at the moment. Please let me know!!

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Ellana places her tea cup in the sink as she stands there for a few moments hoping that Carter’s next slave wouldn’t be as easy, giving her some relief. As she stood there with her arms stretched across the sink, Ellana turns her head towards the door as it sounded like someone was standing outside of her door with the sound of high heels shifting from side to side as if they were debating to knock or not. Ellana quietly took off her high heels as she set them neatly on the floor in the kitchen as she crept her way towards the door. Trying her best to not make a sound as Ellana was standing near inches from the black wooden frame, pressing her ear against it as she heard breathing from the other side of the door. ‘When will you ever learn. Thought I lost you for good this time’ Ellana sighed as she pressed two fingers to her throat as she spoke.

“Freeze” Ellana said with a stern tone as she unlocked her door to see a busty woman in her mid-thirties standing there with her long wavy blonde hair. The woman was wearing tight looking jeggings that matched her long-sleeved navy top that had a large V-neck, showing off her large D size breasts. Her eyes that were dark brown had faded to a light gray as she stood there completely still before Ellana, trapped in her trance.

“It’s been a long time Isabella. Come on in and take a seat on the couch” The woman walks into the room as she sits on the couch as commanded. Ellana closes her door as she takes a seat on the other end, looking the detective's beauty up and down, admiring her looks as she places her gentle hand on Isabella’s thigh.

“Good girl now be a good little detective and remove your top” Ellana commanded as her eyes were waiting to see her little slave follow her commands as Bella removed her navy-blue top to show off her blue colored bra that was underneath it. Ellana scooted closer to her slave as she reached over and slips her hand down Bella’s bra, groping and fondling her breast as Ellana’s fingers traced over her erect nipples through the bra.

“You seem to remember your master very well Bella. I enjoy watching my little mouse try to catch me, but to no dismay have you ever succeed my little slave. Isn’t that right Bella?” Ellana carefully moved Bella’s leg up on the couch as she spread them apart, seeing the material around her pussy tighten as she traced a finger down the line, seeing her slave gasp.

“Y-yes master. I will never be able to caaatch you” Bella remained still as Ellana smirked, looking her slave up and down as she then barked her next command.

“Bella, remove your top and jeggings. I want to see those perky nipples and that sweet wet pussy” Ellana smirked watching this determined independent detective turn into a mindless sex slave for her. She watched carefully as Bella stood up and pulled down her jeggings to show off her red lace thong that had a single line of string that hung covering her pussy as she undid her bra and tossed it to the floor. Ellana stood up as she placed her hands around Bella’s hips as she felt how soft and firm her body was. Bella seemed to keep in shape as she had nice curves that Ellana grabbed onto as her hand slowly traces down her thighs and then towards the front feeling her smooth skin that was against her pussy. Ellana bites her lower lip as she stared at the beautiful woman before her as she tossed her long brunette hair behind her shoulders. Her hand rubbed against Bella’s clit, feeling the skin there start to heat up as Ellana teased her slave, seeing those glossy lips remain untouched until Ellana shoved two slender fingers into the wet opening between her slave’s legs. Those glossy lips parted as a soft moan was heard from Bella who seemed to like feeling her master put her fingers inside of her. Ellana moved her fingers around, feeling the walls of her slave’s pussy begin to tighten as her long nails inched farther up into her hole.

“There you go Isabella. How do you feel? Do you enjoy having your master fondling you?” Ellana asked her slave whose lips were spreading even more now. Ellana took her other hand as she slowly moved her slave towards the couch and carefully set her down as her two fingers were slowly moving up and down inside, feeling up the wet squishy pussy. She knelt down before Bella as she carefully spread her slave’s legs apart even more as she got a good look at her slaves pink colored pussy, seeing her juices coming out.

“M-masters fingers feeeel so good. Want my master to ffffinger me mooore” Ellana smirked as she listened to her slave’s needs as she shoved another finger into her slave’s tight pussy, going deeper, hitting against her walls as she heard her servant gasp from pleasure.

“Your master will finger you some more, but you need to return the favor and eat master out, alright my pretty little slave?” Ellana was saying as she felt her own pussy getting wet seeing her slave moan and gasp as she was moving her fingers up and down, hitting every side of her walls. Carefully, Ellana shoved her forth finger into the slit as she pressed even harder, nearing hitting her womb this time as she stretched out her slave’s hole even more.

“Y-Yyess masssster! I-I will eat you out, e-eat you outtt….” Bella was slurring with her words as her cute little tongue was hanging out of her mouth from the extreme pleasure she was feeling and gasped the moment she felt her master’s whole hand slip through there, hitting the back of her womb as her whole body was shaking from pure ecstasy. Ellana reached up with her other hand as she gripped Bella’s breast hard, moving it up and down rather quickly, feeling the water filled fat jiggle squeeze in-between her fingers until she felt her slave cum into on her hands as she heard her let out a moan in pleasure. Ellana didn’t stop fisting her little servant as she pushed farther in, moving her hand in circles against Bella’s swollen pussy that was squeezing against her hand tightly.

“There you go my little slave. I’ll make you come so you can remember how much you missed your master. The more I pleasure you the better you will feel when you eat your master out. You will put that tongue of yours to work, right?” Ellana asked her servant who could only reply by nodding her head up and down as drool was coming out of her servant’s mouth as she felt more of Bella’s juices flow down her hand.

Ellana continued like this for while as Bella’s eyes were fluttering rapidly as she felt her slave cum on her several more times. She slowly pulled her hand out as she made her slave lick up her dirty mess as she stood up there.

“Since you been such a good girl Bella. You have the pleasure to eat me out” Ellana sat beside her slave as she pulls her skirt up to show Bella her pussy was in plain view, since her master didn’t wear any panties today. Bella then slowly scoots down with her pussy still dripping as she slowly spreads her master’s legs as she leans her head in close to her master’s clean-shaven pussy, moving her lips against her master’s hot skin. Slowly her tongue inches out as it presses between the folds and into the wet pussy, feeling her smooth tongue touching against the walls. Ellana took a hand and pushed Bella’s head farther into her crotch as her legs were spread apart as far as she could get them, feeling her servant’s tongue going deeper inside of her as it was swirling around, moving quickly inside as if Bella was a thirsty dog lapping up water.

“Ahh ahh ahh” Ellana moans as she breathes heavily feeling her self climax already since she was about to burst from pleasuring her servant before. Ellana takes her free hand and slips one of her G size breasts out of her deep red top as she massages it, squeezing it hard as she twirls her harden nipple in between her smooth fingers. Her hips begin to move on their own as she rocks them back and forth as her slave continues to lick and swirl that tongue of hers inside, swallowing any juices that her master releases, giving her more pleasure with each climax.

“Ahh!! T-there you go my sweet Isabella. Now clean up and fix your clothes. Once you’re finished go back to your room and finish unpacking. Forget you came here when you get back. Oh, and Isabella no matter how many times you masturbate when you get horny you can’t climax without me” Ellana smirks knowing the last little part was a little harsh, but since her servant found her again she might as tease her play thing. Ellana slipped her breast back into her dress top as she rolled her skirt back down as it covered up her damp pussy as she watched her servant clean up and put her clothes on as Bella was still in a dazed like state as she left the room to go back to hers to forget any of this ever happened.

[e-dubbc11]

Game On

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Supporting Character: Frank Castle

Warnings: None really, maybe a couple swear words but other than that, this is pure fun. There are a few smooches.

Word Count: 5,065-ish (I’m sorry, it’s a little longer than what I usually put out )

Summary: Your best friend and co-worker, Ginger has an idea for a fun Saturday afternoon. She suggests a game of laser tag and also suggests you bring along your boyfriend Billy and his best friend Frank.

A/N: This just sounded like so much fun that I had to write it down. And my sweet friend Lily @munsonownsmyass mentioned how much she loved Ginger from my Happy Birthday fics so I figured I’d give her more love. She is based on my bff, she is the most fun and I can so picture her doing this. I hope you guys like it! Oh I did stick a quote from Mr. & Mrs. Smith in here

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕💕

“Hey! What are you doing next weekend?” Ginger asked you excitedly as she looked over at you from her desk which was next to yours. The work day was always filled with interruptions from either her or you randomly bringing up obscure ideas that just popped into your heads.

The clicking of your keyboard stopped as you looked over at her. “Next weekend? I don’t think I have anything goin on. Why, what’s up?” You were very intrigued, Ginger was always full of great ideas and fun things to do.

She removed her blue light glasses and set them down on her desk. “Because I was thinking that we should go and play laser tag.”

Your eyebrows automatically raised like being pulled up by strings. “Laser tag?!!”

“Yeah!! Get a few people from around the office, you bring that smexy boyfriend of yours, oh he should bring Frank…and his kids would probably love it!”

You pondered for a minute before answering her, it did sound like a lot of fun. “Ya know what, that does sound like fun. I’ll talk to Billy when he gets home tonight.”

Billy Russo was your devastatingly handsome boyfriend and former boss. After confessing that he had feelings for you last year at your birthday party, you resigned from your position at his company, Anvil, and started your relationship.

Since that night, you have never been happier, you got a new job working with your best friend and you and Billy recently moved in together. Life was very good.

“Laser tag?!!” Billy exclaimed, flashing that blinding smile at you. “How many people will there be?”

“I dunno yet.”

“What kind of set up is it?”

“I dunno…”

“Is it a point system or is it a you get shot and you’re out situation?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Alright, soldier…at ease! I don’t know yet.” You were smiling because you saw the competitive glow in his dark brown eyes begin to brighten at the very mention of a game. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to play next weekend, that’s all.” Billy was quite the competitor, he always had to be the best—at everything.

He bit his bottom lip and looked down, tilting his glass of bourbon back and forth, you knew he was already strategizing in his head how he was going to win. “I know that look, Billy!”

“What look, baby?”

“Don’t you play innocent with me, I know you’re already thinking about how you’re going to win. Besides, it’s not a sure thing that you’re going to win, I’m a pretty good shot, ya know.”

Billy set his bourbon on the coffee table, the amber liquid moving back and forth in the glass, he pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him and you started to rake your fingers through his soft hair.

He touched his forehead to yours. “I know you’re a good shot, sweet girl. You had a great teacher.” You wanted to wipe that smug look right off of his handsome face.

“Oh and you and Frank can’t be on the same team either.” You said with a warm smile and a wink.

“What?!! If you’re such a good shot, my love, it shouldn’t matter if Frankie and I are on the same team.”

You pointed a finger right into his chest. “Don’t you try to get in my head, Russo. I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not gonna work.”

Wide eyed and grinning like a Cheshire cat, Billy couldn’t defend his actions, he couldn’t hide what he was trying to do but he loved that you knew him so well.

You always knew when he needed a little extra attention, you could tell from his texts if he was in a good mood or a bad one, you could even tell by the way he took his bourbon if he had a good day or bad day. If he had it with ice, it was a good day, no ice—a bad day.

On days he went to visit his dying mother, he always put on his black and blue tie, little things like that you picked up on, you paid attention to him which he still wasn’t used to, but he loved, and if he felt like talking about his day, good or bad, you were there to listen.

Because Billy held a lot inside, the times where he did want to talk, you stopped whatever you were doing to listen, you wanted to encourage him to talk more, to make him feel more comfortable telling you what was bothering him.

Today, however, was a very good day and he was the only one talking at dinner, telling you all about what he and Frank did on assignment today. But he seemed very curious and excited about laser tag. “Well I’m all in for laser tag, baby. I’ll ask Frankie if he wants to do it and bring the kids.”

You lightly clapped your hands together. “Oh yay! This is gonna be so much fun! I’m going to text Ginger right now.”

Billy carefully watched you get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen to get your phone, and he kept his gaze on you until you came back to the couch. He always did that, stared at you with great affection any time you had to step away from his presence.

He was still quiet when you sat down and draped your legs over him. “What? What is it?” You asked him.

Billy inched closer to you, leaning you backwards so your head rested against the arm of the couch and gave you a deep, passionate kiss. “Nothing.” He said shaking his head. “I just…love you.”

You always thought Billy’s beautiful dark eyes were looking straight through you, like he could see everything that was happening on the inside of your body.

The flutters in your stomach that happened any time he looked in your direction, the goosebumps that erupted on your skin when he touched you, and the way your heart skipped any time he flashed you that gorgeous smile. You just had a feeling he could see it all, he loved you so much.

“I love you too handsome—and you’re goin DOWN!” You said with confidence.

He just laughed a little and told you “We shall see, beautiful. We shall see.”

The following week at work was just a competition of who could do the most shit talking. You and Ginger had recruited three more people for laser tag, and Billy asked Frank if he wanted to come and bring the kids. Altogether there were nine people, so you’d split everyone up into three groups of three.

Team 1 would be Billy, Joe, and Frank’s daughter Lisa, Team 2 would be you, Phil, and Frank Jr. and Team 3 would be Frank, Ginger, and Chris. Joe, Phil and Chris were friends of yours that worked in your building.

“Ginger, where are you going? I thought we were going shopping?” You asked after clocking out for the day.

“Oh I can’t! I forgot I have to meet Frank and Chris for a strategy session. Oh and I’m telling Frank that I get the biggest gun they have. The team captain should have the biggest gun.” She stated with conviction.

You started to laugh. “You’re having a strategy session? Also, does Frank know you designated yourself team captain?”

She had a devil like smile on her face when she replied with “No, but he will when he sees my special laser tag outfit I made with a ‘Captain’ patch on it.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and closed your eyes. “Wait…you made your own laser tag outfit?”

“Of course I did! It’s all camo.”

You nodded your head. “Yep, of course it’s all camo. Ok well have fun strategizing! I’ll see you guys tomorrow for lunch before game time!” You waved goodbye to Ginger as she headed off to meet Frank and Chris.

On your way to lunch, you were thinking about the only strategy you had for the game which was you had picked two of the shortest people to be on your team and made sure that they wore dark color clothing.

You and Billy were both dressed in black from head to toe and even though you loved to see Billy in his nice suits, he looked so good in more casual clothing also. From the black boots on his feet, to the black sweatshirt he had on up top, he’s the sexiest man you’ve ever seen.

“What is it, love?” Billy asked you as he drove.

You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him and delicately moved your fingers up and down his thigh. “I was just thinking about how handsome you are.” Ok maybe you had another strategy, but he could see through your little head game.

“Uh huh, I know what you’re doing—don’t you bat your eyelashes at me.” He didn’t even give you a chance to turn on the charm, although it didn’t stop him from smiling and blushing. “Nice try, beautiful. It takes a lot more to get in my head.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Eh, can’t blame me for tryin’ though, right? I do like this look you have goin’ on though, it’s sexy.” You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Billy parked the car and the two of you made your way inside the restaurant where everyone was waiting for you. Frank’s kids took one look in your direction, got up from their seats and charged at Billy. “UNCLE BILLY!!!!” They had the look of pure joy on their face when they rushed over to hug him, and after they hugged him, they grabbed onto you to give you a hug also.

“Hey y/n! We’re going to beat Uncle Billy and Dad’s teams right?!” Frank Jr. asked wide eyed and animated.

Frank’s daughter Lisa, looked at her brother, rolled her eyes, and told him. “Uncle Billy and I are going to win, Junior.”

Billy adored Frank’s children. “Alright, alright let’s eat so we can go play ok?” Billy said to the kids and ushered them back towards their seats.

As you walked over towards the group, you overheard Ginger say “I just don’t understand why we have to be stuck with Sasquatch over here, no offense Chris but you stick out like a sore thumb and you’re an easy target is all I’m sayin’.”

All Frank could do was roll his eyes. “Does anyone want to change teams? And can we talk about how Ginger made herself team Captain?” He leaned back in his chair with his arms extended out to the sides.

“I have the patch, Frank. I get to be Captain.” Ginger made sure everyone saw her patch.

“You have the patch that you sewed on YOURSELF!! And where did you get that outfit anyway?” He asked.

Ginger loved messing with Frank. “Don’t worry about it.” She said.

You chimed in. “She made it, Frank.”

“Of course she did.” He said with a furrowed brow.

Following lunch, the group made their way to the laser tag arena. It was quite a large facility, you took one look inside and saw all the obstacles, barriers, and flashing lights that were all over the place, this was going to be a lot of fun.

After a couple of employees explained the rules, they led you into the room that held all the vests and “guns.” There was an upstairs area as well as the main floor and the object of the game was to knock players out of the game by hitting all of their sensors. Last team/person standing, wins.

There were sensors on the front of the vest, the back of the vest and one on the gun itself. After a person is hit, their gun is temporarily disabled and will not fire so others have a chance to hit more sensors and/or knock them out of the game.

Aside from a few black lights, the rooms had all the lights turned off so after putting your vest on and helping Frank Jr. with his, you took a walk through the rooms so your eyes had time to adjust to the darkness, the lights on your vest provided a small amount of light when you moved from room to room.

After walking around in the darkness for a couple of minutes, you heard someone call out your name, it was Ginger. “Soooooo they just told me I can’t use my night vision goggles, what’s next? Are they gonna tell me I can’t do a barrel roll?!”

Frank just shook his head. “No barrel rolls, Ginger! We’re trying to win this, yeah?! And how did you get night vision goggles?!” He looked exasperated already, but it just made you laugh harder.

“Your team rules are like prison Frank, ya know that?!!!” Ginger yelled back and giggled. It brought her such joy to harass Frank, it’s probably why she suggested that Billy ask him to come along.

Frank Jr. was wondering why everyone on your team was shorter, you told him it’s a good thing that everyone on the team is shorter, it’s easier to hit a taller target than a shorter one. “So let’s try to take Chris out of the game first, he’s the tallest one here. You ready, kiddo?” Junior nodded in agreement and gave you a hi-five.

Each team started in a different area, your team carefully made their way to other parts of the arena to search for members of the opposite teams, making sure not to bunch together. There were different objects for you to hide behind or take cover behind like, barrels, make shift walls, piles of sand bags.

Starting upstairs, you made sure to remind Frank Jr. to check around corners before moving out, Billy’s military training advice to you, paid off. His sister came rushing around the corner and Junior took out two of her sensors before taking off running and laughing maniacally, leaving Lisa there unable to fire her weapon back at him. “I’m gonna get you, Junior!!!”

You always knew when Ginger and Frank were nearby because they did nothing but argue with each other, Frank would try and get away from her but she would just follow him, mostly just to get on his last nerve. “Ginger, don’t make me take out my own teammate. Or maybe I’ll just take myself out so I don’t have to deal with you anymore, yeah?”

It was so amusing to watch the two of them interact, you didn’t want to give away where you were so you tried very hard not to laugh out loud at their banter.

One thing you knew about Billy was he was very light on his feet, you never heard him coming. It’s how he managed to sneak up behind you and scare you at least once a week when you were cooking dinner or folding laundry. He was stealthy like a cat, planned out his attacks very carefully and he’d laugh every time he got a jump scare out of you.

So you weren’t surprised when you watched him from upstairs, sneak up behind Frank and Ginger and knock out one sensor each on their backs and disappear just as quickly as he appeared.

Phil and Junior found Chris and knocked out all of his sensors all at one time. He tried to hide but he was so tall, he didn’t fit behind anything or couldn’t crouch down low enough to get out of the way of the lasers. He ended up being the first one knocked completely out of the game, so now there were eight players left.

As you cautiously and quietly watched from your perch, you heard a lot of commotion coming from downstairs. Sensors going off left and right, while keeping a close eye on Billy, his silhouette gliding in between obstacles, as he tried to avoid getting hit.

He moved along the bottom of the stairs, pointing his gun up to check for the “enemy” and you observed him start to climb the stairs so you hid behind some stacked barrels. You’d have your chance to stun him when he moved forward to observe what was going on below him.

“You up here, sweet girl? I swept the entire first floor, you have to be around somewhere.” He murmured.

Billy was smart, even though he thought he might be alone, he still kept his weapon close to his chest. You’d have to make these shots count.

He walked out slowly towards the railing and you had a clear shot of the sensor on his gun so you took it. Got him. “Gotcha, handsome!”

With a shocked look on his face, Billy watched you walk around the barrel barrier and over to him, he couldn’t fire his weapon in retaliation for a full 30 seconds. “Oh look at that, I’m winning.” You chuckled and gently brushed his beard with your fingers.

The competitive fire in Billy’s eyes was burning bright, he couldn’t believe you got the drop on him. He hated to lose and would not take it easy on you once he was free to fire his weapon again. “That’s only one, baby. Only one. Care to make a friendly wager?” He couldn’t resist.

And you couldn’t help yourself either, you were on a high from landing your first shot so you grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, quickly let go, and started to back away before he could draw you in close. “If I win, you have to buy me something pretty.”

“And what about when I win, beautiful?” He smirked and wiped the sweat off of his brow.

You pondered for a split second. “You still have to buy me something pretty but I’ll take you to dinner…and I won’t wear any underwear. How’s that?”

Billy lowered his weapon because he couldn’t contain his smile. It took over his entire face and he started to blush. “You got yourself a deal, love. Shake on it?”

You weren’t that stupid, his stun time was almost up and you had to get downstairs quickly. “Oh no, no my love—you’re going to have earn the shots you take at me, no freebies.” Before heading down the stairs, you took one more shot and hit one of the sensors on his chest, you were going to need all the help you could get.

“DAD!!!!” Lisa yelled after her father shot out her last sensor.

Frank was having a blast with his kids. “I’m sorry sweetheart, you know I can’t let you win.”

“Real nice, Frankie. Taking out your own daughter like that.” Billy’s voiced echoed from up above.

Frank pointed his laser up towards Billy and replied. “Yeah and I’m gonna take out my son too, as soon as I can find him! Hey why don’t you come out to where I can see you, Bill?!”

Lisa had hit one of the targets on your chest before Frank hit her last one so you hid behind a pile of sandbags while the stun wore off and Joe had fired the final shot to knock Phil out of the game.

Six players left.

Frank Jr’s strategy, despite what you told him to do, was basically to just run around and see if he could hit any targets which worked well for him until it didn’t. Billy, Frank and Ginger all took shots at Junior as he ran back and forth.

And he continued to run around even after Ginger nailed his last sensor. “You’re out, Junior!! Don’t make me tell your dad!!” She yelled at him as he hurried past her and the announcement over the loud speaker stated that everyone left had one live sensor left except you had two left. And you were the only one left on your team so you knew everyone was coming for you.

Billy wasn’t the only one who could be light on his feet, you managed to sneak up behind Joe and took out his last one so now Billy was the only one left on his team.

“Ginger, what are you doing? It’s two against two, y/n and Bill are the only ones left on their teams, we can win this! I said no barrel rolls!” Frank yelled in typical Frank fashion as Ginger tried to roll from one barrier to another but Billy shot her last sensor on her gun.

“I’m hit!!” She extended her hand to try and get Frank to grab her and pull her to the side and in dramatic fashion yelled “Leave no man behind, Frank! Take my hand!”

Frank crouched down next to Ginger and angrily stated “Great! Now I have to do this by myself.” And no sooner had he said that, Billy knocked out Frank’s last sensor on his lower left side.

“You’re done, Frankie.” Billy laughed, and Frank just threw his hands up in defeat.

You could hear Frank and Ginger arguing with each other all the way back to the holding room.

“If you just stuck to the plan like I told you, we could have won, Ginger.” Frank grumbled.

Of course Ginger had a reply at the ready. “Yeah but how cool did I look when I did my barrel roll? You think anyone got that on video? I’m gonna ask.”

Now that it was down to just you and Billy, you had to figure out how you were going to win this. Outsmarting your boyfriend in combat was going to be difficult, this is what Billy does best.

And during Ginger’s dramatic performance roll, she did manage to hit the sensor on your back as you were running away from her, so you were down to one now also and you needed to get to higher ground before he did.

“You still alive, baby?!” That line from Mr. and Mrs. Smith always made you smile, you shouted it in Billy’s direction and most likely gave away your position, as you headed for the stairs, not knowing that Billy had already made it to the top without you noticing.

You kept your gun close to your vest, the last live sensor was the one on your upper left side so you wanted to keep that one hidden. Stopping at the foot of the steps, you pointed your gun up towards the top and you heard and saw a few laser shots fired down at you and then you heard his voice.

“Come on up, beautiful. I’m waiting.” You could tell he had a sly grin on his face when he said that.

There was another staircase that led to the upstairs on the other side of the arena and maybe since your live sensor was on the front of your vest, you’d be able to get there without getting hit but you wanted to finish this now so with your gun at the ready, you started to climb the stairs. When you made it to the top, Billy was standing in the middle of the area with his gun resting on the ground.

You stared at him with a very puzzled look on your face. “What are you doing, Billy? Why is your gun on the ground?” You took notice of his lone sensor, it was opposite yours on his upper right side. The guns are tethered to the vests so it was just resting on the ground next to him.

“I thought we could settle this duel style, baby girl.” He licked his lips, you could tell he was enjoying this and his cockiness was showing. “Put it down.” He said in a stern, low whisper.

Everyone in the other room watched on the monitors as the two of you stood across from each other. “What are they doing? Why doesn’t she just take him out, he’s unarmed.” Ginger said while pointing at the screens.

“Bill wants to settle this with a duel, it looks like.” Frank said with a little laugh. “He’s fast, but I’ve seen her shoot, she’s quick on the draw too.” He was curious and folded his hands in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

You placed your weapon next to your right foot, Billy studied your glowing white sensor, narrowing his dark chocolate like eyes at you and you knew he was trying to get in your head. “You think you can beat me, baby?” He slowly ran his tongue over his teeth and crossed his arms across his chest.

The smile that spread across your face was hard to control, the heat within your body caused you to blush, and you hated the way he was looking at you but loved it at the same time. This was turning you on and he knew it.

Back in the other room, Frank asked his kids “Who do you think is gonna win?”

Lisa was the first to answer. “Uncle Billy is gonna win.”

“Nah, y/n will win. What do you think Dad?” Junior asked.

“I wanna see y/n win. Your Uncle Billy is too cocky for his own good.” Frank said with a slight smirk.

“What are they waiting for? I’m ready for happy hour!!” Ginger remarked.

“Your call, handsome.” With a smirk on your face, you narrowed your eyes to match his. “Hands up, so it’s fair.” Billy raised his hands to mimic yours.

“We’ll go on three. Ready?” Billy asked.

You nodded and then waited.

Billy counted off. “One…two…three.”

After the word “three,” you each pulled the gun up by the tether, pointed it at each other’s chest and pulled the trigger. His sensor went dark, but so did yours and you weren’t sure who won.

The arena lights turned on and you both shrugged your shoulders. “Who won?” You asked him. “I saw your light go off.” You extended your arm and pointed at him.

“And I saw YOUR light go off. Maybe we have to look at a replay but I think I won.” Billy said with confidence.

“Oh are you that sure of yourself, Mr. Russo? Let’s go find out.” You said as you raced over to the stairs with Billy hot on your heels.

After turning in your gun and your vest, the two of you went into the holding room where everyone else was. Half of them said you won and the other half said Billy did, but you were anxiously waiting for someone to come in with the official results.

“Well, we checked out the footage, it looks like…the two of you hit each other’s target at the exact same time.”

Everyone groaned and demanded to see the footage so they played it and after analyzing it for a good ten minutes, there really was no doubt that both sensors went dark at the exact same time.

Frank’s booming voice yelled over everyone. “Alright, alright, let’s go get a beer and Shirley temple’s for the kids, yeah?!”

They all followed Frank out of the room while you and Billy stayed back for a minute, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulled you in close and kissed the top of your head. You had your eyes closed as you rested your head against his chest.

“Looks like you get to pick out something pretty.” Billy smiled against the top of your head. “This was a lot of fun. You are definitely a good shot, beautiful.”

Pulling away from Billy slightly, you extended your arms to lightly stroke his beard with your thumbs. “Well, I did have a pretty good teacher.” He had that smug look on his face again. “And it looks like you get to have a nice dinner…on me.”

He leaned forward to look into your eyes. “And?”

You rolled your eyes. “Aaaaaand…I won’t wear any underwear to dinner. Anything else?”

“Kiss me.” He growled with a purr against your ear.

You didn’t hesitate at Billy’s command, looking up at him through your long lashes, you pulled his face back towards yours and delicately pressed your lips against his. He tasted like salt and peppermint.

His hands moved from your waist to cup your face and he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours but you pulled away before he could lay you down on the couch that was in front of you. You’d definitely be banned from laser tag forever if things had continued. And even though your hair was a mess and you had been sweating from all the running around, Billy still looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Come on, handsome. Everyone’s waiting.” You kissed him on the cheek.

Billy laced his fingers with yours and led you out of the room, everyone else was waiting at the entrance.

“Where have you two been?” Ginger asked. “Ohhhhhh, I know what you were doing.” She gave the two of you a wink. “ANYWAY!! I already have ideas for our next group outing. Karaoke sounds fun doesn’t it, Frank?!”

She knew she hit a nerve, you could almost see Frank having flashbacks to your birthday party where Ginger entertained the guests with her singing “skills.”

“Absolutely not, Ginger! Nope, not gonna happen.” Frank started to walk ahead of everyone else.

“What about Go-Karts?! We can get racing outfits.” She chased after him.

“No, Ginger.”

“A trampoline park!”

“No.”

“Ok, but seriously we need to talk about my barrel roll. It must have looked really cool, right? They caught it on video and sent it to me, wanna see?!” She asked excitedly.

“We wanna see!!” Frank’s kids said in unison.

“Stop encouraging her!” Frank said with a slight smile. You could tell he had a really good time despite playfully arguing with Ginger. He glanced back at you and Billy, mostly looking at how happy Billy was.

For a long time, he didn’t know Billy was even capable of being that happy and that was all because of you. He thought about how much his kids love their uncle Billy. And with a smirk on his face, his final thought before turning around was maybe sometime in the not so distant future, he would get to be called “Uncle Frankie.”

Frank let out a deep breath and even though he may regret what he was about to ask, he asked anyway. “Alright Ginger, tell me more about these Go-Karts.”

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[yeyinde]

So, I am definitely on the train that Soap is a switch. Boy loooves to be in charge, deciding when and how you cum, speed, how much pleasure you're getting, all that. But if you want to be in charge, man he is in heaven on cloud 9! He'll just sit back and watch as you use him as your personal fuckboy. He may grab your hips or fondle your breasts when he gets close or overly excited, but just loves to watch you work yourself into an absolute mess.

I also think he may change the way he treats you depending on what you call him.

Let me explain....

Say you've been sending hints that you want some smexy times and you call him Johnny. He's gonna give you the best, most pleasurable sex you've ever had. No man will ever satisfy you again kinda sex.

But if you call him Soap, especially if it's out of the blue 😳oooohhhhh mama you better have a Mattress Warehouse on speed dial, cuz he's gonna break the fucking bed. Fuck you stupid and won't stop til you're a cock drunk puddle.

This idea has been living rent free in my head for a couple weeks, and may be the first fic/drabble/headcannon I do (good lord it's been forever). But if you wanna take a stab at it as well, go ahead girl. Your writing is so luscious I can't see it being anything less than spectacular. Much love ❤️

OMGGGGG THIS IS AMAZING!!! 🥵 YES, ABSOLUTELY to all of it

i'm gonna die if you write this. i will lose my mind.

#godddd this is everything #the soap that lives in my head?? perfectly articulated #fic recs #john soap mactavish

[lunavadash-creates]

Could we have part 2 continuation of the puppy dog eye request? It made me feel all warm & fuzzy. I’d love to see how Eivor (Male or female), Basim and Hytham would handle puppy eyes. Thank you so much in advance.

Hello Dear! Thank you for your patience! I had so much fun writing those 💜

Hytham! (aka the sweetest baby)

This man is like a puppy in a body of a human

Always so polite, nice, respectful

I mean, have you seen his face? He has puppy eyes 24/7

Anyway - you knew how hesitant he was on sharing the secrets of his Brotherhood, but, being a curious and stubborn creature, you decided to use your ultimate weapon

The Puppy Eyes ™

It’s not like anyone in Ravensthorpe could resist you anyway

But Hytham? Seeing you like this… he got so shy!

Cheeks? Red

Eyes? Staring at the ground

Heart? Pounding

Speech? Stuttering

But then he slowly raised his head, with those blue eyes of his peering right into your soul

“y/n, please: I can’t do it. I can’t let down my brothers and sisters, no matter how much I want to share everything with you”

For the first time in your life, you were the one who had to bend under the pressure of the most powerful puppy eye stare in the universe

“Fine. Fine! But then I want to try food from your homeland. You said you know how to make it,”

“Of course, y/n” he would smile and this time, it was your heart pounding like crazy

Basim

“What are you doing with your face?” he would say, frowning

He was quite busy with some stuff, so he just spared you a glance before focusing on his work again

“Basim, please? Let me try your hidden blade on?”

“No”

“Pretty please?”

“No”

“Pleeeeeaaaaasseeeeeee” you almost laid on his desk, giving him the best puppy eyes you could manage to make

Yet, he stood still, unmoved, immune to your charm. Was it the power of a true Hidden One? In that case, you hoped Eivor won’t ever learn that trick

“y/n, the hidden blade is not a toy. Not something I can just let people touch or wear, it is a-” he stopped as he raised his head again and saw you, with this sad face and almost watery eyes, sitting there so sad and disappointed

He sighed, knowing that he lost to your charm

“Five minutes,” he said, reaching for his hidden blade to take it off. You couldn’t believe he actually agreed to it, but hey! You wanted to try it ever since the day Eivor received one! Basim helped you wear it, putting the blade on top of your arm, the same way Eivor was wearing it, and then showed you how to use it. But he never let you out of the little house he shared with Hytham

When the five minutes had passed, you gave him the blade back and were ready to leave when he stopped you. “Y/n? Didn’t you forget something?”

“Forget? What?

“The price,” he said with a wide smile that made your heart sink. “You won’t leave me here without any recompensation, will you?” and suddenly he also made puppy eyes, almost perfectly imitating your own. And then you realised. This was the true power of the hidden one and you had just lost against it.

Bonus: soon you discovered that his bedroom eyes are so much more powerful than the puppy eyes

Eivor (I’m playing as a male Eivor because smexy so since you gave me a choice male Eivor it is)

Eivor never could resist you

When you were children, teens, adults, your puppy eyes always gave you what you wanted

Eivor and Sigurd used to say “eyes more powerful than axes”

Unfortunately, your parents were no longer in the picture, after the spring ride, so you lived alone with your grandmother, a wise woman who was making sure you will become a herbalist. It wasn’t a dangerous job, but it was very demanding and important, much needed in a growing settlement

The problem was your heart. You liked working with herbs and all, but you also needed adventures! You wanted to taste the life of a true Viking so, when you heard Eivor was gathering warriors for a raid, you decided to go as well

“No, you know you can’t go with us. It’s too dangerous and you are more needed here.”

“Eivor, please! When my grandma will move on, I will be stuck here forever! Maybe this will be the last year I will be able to actually leave the settlement, don’t leave me behind!” you begged, and when Eivor turned around to look at you, you gave the best puppy eyes you had in your arsenal

Eivor bit his lip, a bit uncomfortable. Yes, he couldn’t really resist and he could see your point. As a herbalist, soon you won’t be able to leave and no, you still had someone who could carry on your work for a few more weeks

“Fine. I guess if your grandma kills me, I can still go to Valhalla” he muttered under his breath

You laughed at him and dashed to grab your axe! The adventure awaits!

#assassin's creed valhalla #ac valhalla #valhala #assassin's creed #assassins creed #hytham #basim #basim ibn ishaw #eivor #male eivor #meivor #eivor wolfkissed #headcanons #eivor x reader #meivor x reader #male eivor x reader #basim x reader #hytham x reader #basim ibn ishaq x reader

[sinfulsachi]

follow-on to the last ask, do you have "first time" recs off the top of your head? shinran would be nice, but other detco pairings are cool too.

OHH!!

If you follow a lot of DCMK canon pairing fics, then you probably read most, if not all, of these. At the top of my head are:

SHINRAN

- Something Wrong by @purplellamanator - This 17k oneshot is good food. :) Love the characterization!

- Satisfaction Brought it Back by @icedcoffeeanyone - A staple fic in the ShinRan fandom, if you haven't read this yet, why?! Lmao kidding aside, this multi-chapter fic explores ShinRan's firsts. Chapter 2 is my favorite.

- Word Play Chapter 1 by AngelicSentinel - Not "first time" in the sense that they went all the way, but first time to reach third base. This is unique, and hot.

- Losing Control by Candyland (from her 30 Kisses Collection) - Uncut version is in her Livejournal! (Did I search the internet high and low for this? Did I?) Please, do check it out. While also not strictly a "first time" fic, I still want to put it here because, well, it's Candyland. This is I think the first ShinRan smexy fic I read and, need I say more about her writing style? The first-gen queen of ShinRan authors in the universe?

(Not sure if you're into Kaiao as well, but here are some!)

KAIAO

- Blue by AngelicSentinel - A first-time KaiAo fic. Kaito has a fever, and Aoko takes care of him.

- Can I try something by Akrim - BAMF Aoko here. This is a rollercoaster ride, but the first part, the exploration phase, I loved it the most.

#dcmk pairing: shinran #dcmk pairing: kaiao #fic rec

[spideyyroos]

are you kidding me - peter parker (soulmate!au) part 4

are you kidding me? - peter parker (soulmate!au) - part 4

pairing: peter parker x stark!female!reader summary: during your everlasting rivalry against peter parker, you’re unlucky enough to find out that not only is he spider-man (your dad’s new kid), but he is also your soulmate. god help us all. (soulmate au where you have a mark of where your soulmate first touches you) word count: 969 requested?: yes! warnings: pure teenage angst, a brief mention of smexy themes if u squint, y/n having major commitment issues, sad baby peter a/n: i apologize for the wait! this chapter is highkey garbage but i’m really trying to get back into writing :( shoutout to my girls for helping motivate me ;-; [part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

In the weeks following the patrolling incident, Y/N avoided Peter like the plague. To blame it on trust and abandonment issues, it would never be a fair fight when it comes to her justification. Although she would never admit it, witnessing Peter fall to pieces directly in front of her--half-expecting her to sew him back together--caused her to spiral. She figured, if she never allowed herself to show any vulnerability, Peter would never come to be disappointed with her. The last person she wanted any resentment from, aside from her own father, was Peter. Though this was to contradict their adversarial relationship, Y/N continuously held his opinions to a higher standard than anyone else. Although at this point of their complex relationship, there was truly nothing to hide. Whether it was against his, hers, or the universe’s will, either could hear each other’s thoughts, feel each other’s pain, and understand each other’s sentiments. Despite making it her life’s mission to prevent Peter from ever invading her mind palace, it was essentially impractical to avoid his presence at Midtown. As far as anyone knew, Y/N “Walters” and Peter Parker were “enemies attached at the hip.” Almost enrolled in every AP course possible, participating in the same extracurricular activities, even having the same lunch period made it damn near impossible. Making matters worse, Peter was constantly making an effort to make amends for their less-than-perfect past. Even if their insult guns were cocked and ready, neither party was ready for the cruel and empty words that were thrown at each other. As previously emphasized, the tension that the pair created in the atmosphere was almost overbearing at times. It came to a point in which their peers would create bets on when the “apparent sexual tension” would finally be released--the main perpetrator of such bets being Flash and (at her wit’s end) MJ. Desperately trying to push aside from their individual imperfections, Peter would corner her in the hallways, classrooms, and even her own bedroom to just simply apologize on his own behalf. But that goddamn Stark pride was a worldwide novelty. Y/N, keeping in mind that Peter had already torn into her massive ego, still held her head as high as she could. His criticism fell on deaf ears as she somehow wiggled her way out of every confrontation possible. In school, it was easy to play by the rules of their rivalry. She would always throw the same vicious cycle of signature Stark ™ remarks: “Oh, Pete-y baby, you wanna kiss?”; “Sorry Parker, I’m gonna have to give you blue balls--I have class right now!”; and other snarky comments of the same caliber. However, when it came to the complex--the visits that were few and far between--Peter genuinely had no clue as to exactly how Y/N could avoid him. Usually she would be more than prepared, calling out some sort of security protocol to FRIDAY that would usher him (rather aggressively) out of her room. Sometimes, out of the entire complex until Happy would unlock the door for him. Unfortunately for Peter, once was one too many times for Happy and soon Pepper became his doorwoman. Let it be noted that Peter is a fairly patient person, but when it came Y/N--she tested every nerve in his body. He was never sure why he always felt such animosity towards the Stark daughter, but he physically could not pull the reins on his competitive nature. Mind you, he purely disregarded looks and actual personality (which, trust, Y/N was overflowing in that department) to narrow in on her academic stance compared to his. Now, in the recent turn of events, Peter would take advantage of the rare moments where he could take in her beauty (natural or otherwise). Then, the sudden feeling of rejection would infiltrate any sort of daydream that could possibly gain traction when Y/N would rip herself from his mind. Demanding an obscene amount of space from him, Y/N locked herself away from him--deliberately eliminating any hopes of forgiveness and consolation in the near future. Peter currently sat in his small bedroom, spent from the day’s worth of school and patrolling. Thankful for the lack of crime within the day, he was sprawled on top of his twin-size mattress and still was attempting to catch his breath from the brief altercation he experienced before he finished patrolling for the afternoon. It was yet another attempted robbery, but it was somehow smaller than the encounter from a few weeks prior. Peter stared at his ceiling, trying to devise the best way to confront Y/N and otherwise figure out their soulmate connection.

Please don’t do this right now, Peter.

Wha--I wasn’t doing anything--

How do you repeatedly forget that I can hear you? Even if you think that you are dialing it down, it’s still loud and clear--constantly present in my mind.

Y/N continued as Peter did not respond.

Look, Peter, I want this to work out as much as the next person...but I honestly cannot find it in me to push aside everything that we’ve been through together. I don’t want to damage you, Peter. I don’t know how you are trying to go about this...I’ve always known you to be persistent with seeing the best in people, but I am, honest to God, the last person you should spare with optimism. So, if you really want to care about me, don’t try to talk to me, don’t look my way, and certainly don’t want to come to the compound. 

And, in one final sentence, Y/N shattered the last resort of their potential relationship.

I’m sorry, Peter, but I can’t do this.

Without a second to respond, Y/N cut herself out from Peter’s mind.

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[bluemoonbabes]

Time Gone By

Debris fic. Bryan introspection New Year’s Edition.

It’s New Year’s Eve. The Kazemis’ house swarms with agents and techs and scientists and everything in between, trickling in from Orbital, piling themselves into the living room, meandering along the snack buffet, roving between people and pets. Bryan is the corner, is always in the corner because that’s where he’s safe, back against the wall, no one behind him, everyone in front of him, everyone where he can see. No one to catch him off guard. He’s got some buff, untouched drink in a candy red cup, some beer he grabbed just to hold something, to give his hands something to do, something to center himself on. Beer from that shitty gas station just down the street in a candy red cup just like last year. At least it’s something.

Tonight, though, is mildly pleasant. That’s the best way to put it, standing against the wall and watching the party, beer untouched, always untouched in a crowd like this (inebriation terrifies him, the lack of autonomy, the lessened reaction time, the lessened awareness). Maddox, Tom, Muntz, Alvin, and Lester all throng together in the dinning room, dispersed in various seats that are always being taken and then left and then taken, murmuring between each other things that Bryan’s too far away to hear. There’s one window in the dinning room, and two ways out into the adjoining rooms.

Kazemi and Claire and April have taken to the buffet of snacks spread out among the kitchen (one window above the kitchen sink), chatting as the pick and sniff and judge and taste. Bryan learns a lot being the fly on the wall, every conversation drifting his way, drawn to every little movement. Like how Rachel’s husband wants to get another cat, how Claire’s thinking about going back to college though for what yet she isn’t sure, and how April had the absolute funniest run in with this random stranger in a coffee shop a couple days ago that was such a coincidence.

The front door is clear. Bryan can sprint to it in an instant, that or one of the windows on either side of it. A roar of laughter snatches his eyes to the living room, where Finola and Hamid and Reed and Brandt dip and weave and shimmy and shake as they dance to the music, a collection of drinks in hand. Finola has wine, Bryan thinks, spotting the bulbous glass half-full with the sort of quartz-like color of white wine. They’re in front of the tv, which Bryan is near, against the living room wall, as it bubbles out song after song, songs that are light and groovy, dancing music with a base that rumbles in his chest. But it’s okay tonight. He can tune it out. He has the energy to spare.

He really is mindless tonight, isn’t he? All base instinct, absorbed in the vibrancy before him as Niels and Grace and Gibson come in from the backyard (one door out, two more windows), making some loud comment about how they were freezing their tits off and then promptly going for the alcohol. It’s as much as his brain can process right now, the music and the murmuring, the movement and momentum, but it’s not too much, lingering right at the perfect capacity, consuming his conscious yet not shredding it.

Kazemi hands out champagne flutes, and Bryan just watches her, watches as she weaves between people, making comments as she disperses the drinks. He takes his with a quiet thank you, voice cut, drowned out as the party consumes him, too invaded with what goes on to be much of a conversation. It bubbles, the champagne, a pale gold liquor that mutters to him in a cold, clear glass. His knees are starting to hurt with how long he’s been standing, and tomorrow morning he knows he’s going to wake up a being of nothing but bruise, but that’s tomorrow. Tonight, Finola is walking up to him, a soft smile on her face, her wine glass traded out for the champagne flute.

“How are you doing?” She asks.

Bryan returns that smile, soft and gentle and endeared, because she’s the only one who ever asks. The only one who tries to understand instead of taking the first assumption their brain sputters out. The only one who he isn’t terrified to exist with.

“I’m okay,” He says, “Just hanging out.”

Because that’s the only way he can really put it, isn’t it? Not actively engaging but passively enjoying, watching the people around him, as Kazemi’s catch jumps up onto the kitchen island, and listening, listening as someone shouts out ‘fifteen seconds’.

Finola nods and then the countdown starts, someone shouting out a ‘ten’ and then ‘nine’ as more people join in, ‘eight’ as the entire party catches on, ‘seven’ as it echoes through the living room, ‘six’ as it rattles the house, and then Finola joins in too

“Five!”

And suddenly, Bryan is still.

New Year’s Eve. In five seconds, this year will end, gone to the grave, tucked away for eternity, nothing but a memory as they’re thrust into the next year, only one year, so fleeting. Weren’t they just here celebrating the previous New Year? Or what that two years ago? Or three? Are years really this short?

“Four!”

Time starts to blur after a while. After his brain is rattled by IEDs, after gunshots and shouting chase him down, after the sun beats down on his back for hours and burns his skin, after dust and blood stain his skin, no wash enough, not even now, still slick and warm beneath his fingers. Time starts to loose meaning after the nights spent as days in a land he can only remember, as a car backfires and suddenly there are bullets shooting at him, as he starts to loose touch with himself, floating through life partially out of his own body because if he’s too conscious of it then there’s too much pain, too much freedom for his brain, too much input from the world, too much, too much, too much.

And now he’s going to loose another year.

“Three!”

But at least he got the year.

Asalah didn’t.

Carlotta Orlov didn’t.

Kieran Vandeburg didn’t.

Those farmers from Nebraska didn’t.

Kurt and Clara Cox didn’t.

Luke and Liam Packard didn’t.

George Jones didn’t.

And suddenly the room feels so much more empty than it should, because now Bryan’s aware of just how many aren’t here. Even Asalah, who’s haunted him for years now, painted in his nightmares, clinging to his wrist, hidden in his pocket. Even she still stings, the world around him just a little colder and little more empty than it should be. She should be here, not him, standing in the light as they cry out for the New Year. But then again, this isn’t the first New Year she’s missed. Nor will it be the last. Bryan can only hope that she’s helping the others get through it too, the agony of missing New Year’s as they reside in a place where time doesn’t exist. Or maybe they’re fast asleep, unaware of time at all.

How peaceful that would be. To be so unaware of time. Of the seasons changing. Of how it reminds him of every thing he’s lost, every thing he’s failed, every thing he could never live up to. At least then the pain would stop.

“Two!”

Finola bumps his shoulder.

The world may be a little colder, but it isn’t cold. Maybe a little emptier, but not empty. Not when she stands beside him, the light of the sun itself, beaming at him with freckled cheeks and beautiful eyes. He’s not so alone, as much as his brain tries to trick him into thinking he is, not so isolated, not with Finola here, like glue to keep his feet tacked to the ground and head on his shoulders and brain in the present.

Bryan turns to the party as a whole, the people packed into the living room, shouting together, glasses raised, his coworkers alight as they creep steadily closer to the New Year. And staring at the party, staring at the future, there is a sort of lift off his chest. A sort of acceptance, dare he say a spark of hope. Yeah. Hope. Because he’s not alone. For the first time in a long time, he’s not alone, and staring into the not yet told abyss of the future, he’s not scared. He’s almost excited.

He made it another year. He survived another year, even when all odds were stacked against him. He survived another year through the hell of the Debris. Survived another year even when his PTSD never thought he could, even after the days spent in bed sick and hurting because of how raw it’s worn his body, even after the hospital trips and Orbital scans and blood given to the Debris. He survived another year. So it’s not so sour as it had been the year before. The year before, his survival meant nothing, just that he was continuing, a cog in the machine, just going through the motions until he couldn’t. But it means something this year, in this moment, after months spent across country to contain the Debris, after months spent fighting to bounce back from injuries and missions gone wrong, after months spent with Finola, the closest friend he’s had in years, the only person who means something to him.

For once his survival matters.

“One!”

Bryan looks at Finola, so beautiful, and maybe he didn’t just survive. Maybe he did a little more than that, because she’s gazing at him, bright-eyed, beaming, beautiful. Maybe she’s the hope he feels now, heart fluttering in his chest, the future an abyss for them to carve into shape together.

So he joins in this time

“Happy New Year!”

Bryan leans in close and snakes his arm around her waist, holding her gaze, asking,

“May I?”

Finola’s beaming smile turns into a toothy grin, and then her arm is around his neck, and then her lips are on his, pressing into him, slipping into place, warm and soft and everything he had hoped she would be. She parts, but her arms are still around his neck, over his shoulders, gazing into his eyes, and hers are so brown, so beautifully brown like gemstones.

“Happy New Year, Bryan,” She says.

And then he hears it, sung among the crowd, floating above their heads. Auld Lang Syne. And as it floats, ringing out through the room, Bryan sees someone leave, some one in dark blue and gray worn pale by wind and wear. Asalah. She doesn’t turn to look at him. Just leaves quietly, slipping out and away, no more to say, no more to do, just leaving into the bliss of a tranquil night, where she joins with several others. A little boy. A few people dirtied up and sweaty from a long day’s work. A couple strolling down the street. Two brothers bumping each other’s shoulders. An older man who hobbles his way on.

Bryan just watches them, quiet, passive, accepting as he bids them one last goodbye, one final tear, one final farewell.

Auld lang syne.

And then he lets them be, lets them on their way, lets them rest. The road splits here, where Bryan must go a different way, where it continues on for him, where must keep going even if it’s not so fair, and he returns to Finola.

He grins, “Happy New Year, Finola.”

And for once, for once Bryan means it, because for once, for once the New Year means something for him. A mark of achievement. A mark that he’s survived. That he’s alive, still human and still moving. For once the New Year matters. For once he matters.

He kisses Finola again.

#happy new year #it’s been a year #for me especially #so here’s another fic #debris nbc #bryan beneventi #finola jones #brinola #fanfiction #blue’s smexy writing #fanfic

[kisafavi-17]

Jack:

- football star

- quarterback

- friends with newsies in middle school

- HELLA TALL

- openly bisexual

- he/him

- seems scary but is really nice

- had a small fling with sarah

- RED BULLLL

- average student

- creator of blog

- junior in high school

- just turned 17 in february

- teachers love him

- massive flirt

- loves horror movies and will put them on to have background noise

- HIS REAL NAME IS JACKSON BUT CALL HIM THAT AND HE WILL END YOU

- lives with medda

David:

- straight A+

- honor roll gate kid

- taking 5 AP classes

- gay and on the ace spectrum

- major social anxiety

- new kid

- met jack first

- closeted/didn’t know

- tutor to most newsies

- has a older sister sarah (by 1 year) and younger brother les (10 years old)

- he/they?

- editor of the blog (once joined)

- mentally ill

- scared of spot

- sophomore taking junior classes

- 15 years

- reads romantic novels to understand women

- has feminine products on him at all times

- FEMINIST

- has sensory issues

Race:

- pothead

- always has nic of some kind

- TRAUMAAAAAA

- always horny

- flirts with all

- attracted to few

- very openly gay

- gets bullied a lot

- on-scene reporter for the school news blog

- barely passing

- he/they/she (doesn’t care really)

- swears A LOT

- met spot in 4th grade

- sophomore (got held back a year) 16 years old

- is down for anything

- lives with jack at medda’s

- is the meme lord

- does. not. sleep. (or sleeps all the time no in between)

- has dyslexia and reads wattpad or redit

Spot:

- either really rich or really poor

* Rich:

- daddy’s money

- old family friends with jack

- arranges interviews with people for the blog

- on baseball team

- picks on boys

- REFUSES TO MAKE FUN OF GIRLS

- lowkey feminist

- internalized homophobia

- drives a porsche… a BRIGHT RED porsche

- he/him (says nor/mal like a douche tho)

- HELLA DEPRESSED

- takes “performance enhancing” pills

- secretly hangs out with the newsies

- junior but really young

- david is his tutor

- lowkey really dumb

- refuses to read anything. ever

- IS NOT FUCKING SHORT!!!

- he’s like 5’10 (says hes 6’0 tho)

- real name is thomas

* Poor:

- TRAUMATIZED AFFFFF

- wears zip-up hoodies with black skinny jeans

- beat up black vans

- emo

- also a really young junior

- hot topic is his ✨home✨

- everyone is scared of him

- the “quiet kid”

- he/him

- closeted bi pref men

- race is his only friend

- occasionally smokes weed

- oldest sibling of 3 (twins one of each. 5th grade)

- has a job no one knows about

- works as a waiter at a dinner an hour from school

- IS. NOT. SHORT.

- HE. IS. LIKE. 5’11.

- gets into fights and never looses

- secretly simping for race

- protects the newsies

- writes anonymous articles for blog

- ✨black eyeliner✨

- always has painted fingernails

- B+ average

- real name is sean

Sarah:

- book worm

- LESBIAN

- she/they

- loves the book worms

- reads anything and everything

- does photography for school blog

- definitely does theater/choir

- owns wattpad

- writes on wattpad

- definitely simping for fictional characters

- has tried a vape once

- lightweight

- tall

- like 5’8.5

- mamma mia fangirl

- loves DC movies

- has every girl/boy crushing over her

- therapist friend

- always has everything you need somehow

- met jack at a party

- doesn’t allow ANYONE to pick on david along with jack

- cottage gore ascetic

- loves disney

- drives a blue subaru

- is on the high school dance team

- hates the term “UwU”

- is a 16 year old junior

Blink:

- on football team

- still has eyepatch but no one cares

- gayyyy

- dating mush

- PDA

- funny af

- is a really old sophomore

- 16 years old (a january baby)

- camera man for race for blog

- besties are bumlets, mush, and jack

- only one without family trauma

- has twin sister

- has the funniest laugh ever

- volunteers at homeless shelters

- cinnamon roll🥺

- real name is dylan

- hornyyyyy

- has smexy pics on snap

- harry potter fan

- griffindor

- TWITTER WARS

- starts beef for no reason

- watches horror to freak mush out

- it works

Mush:

- hates horror movies

- is dating blink

- is on the wrestling and dance team

- people tease him for being on the dance team

- 15 year olds sophomore

- wants to be a veterinarian

- owns a chicken for some reason

- no one knows how he got a chicken

- chickens name is Kentucky (hehe)

- is a cinnamon roll 🥺

- body dysmorphia

- has eating disorder

- nicknamed sunshine (brought to you by blink)

- has braces

- has mainly girl friends and everyone thinks he’s dating them

- he/him

- pansexual

- civil rights activist

- hates when blink gets hurt

- is a crackhead some times

- is a vegetarian

- works lighting for blog interviews and reports

- PDA is not his thing but he doesn’t mind it

- BOTTOM WHO LOOKS LIKE A TOP

- people think he’s a crybaby when in reality, he rarely cries

- loves disneyland and disney in general

- friends with everyone

- is the matchmaker

- cuddle bug with blink

- mostly C’s and B’s on his report card

- real name is aaron (hehe)

- is a romantic so… mush

Bumlets:

- emo vibes

- on dance team

- is secretly good at soccer

- gamer boi

- has only been in one long term relationship

- is broken hearted

- keeps to himself

- they/he

- pansexual

- had a crush on blink for a bit

- has crushed on every newsie at least once

- is pretty chill

- 15 year old sophomore

- currently single

- taking AP classes with david

- is like really smart

- reads AO3

- doesn’t like wattpad

- plays CoD and halo

- rages when he games

- LOVES GRILLED CHEESE

- scary dog privilege (owns a pit bull)

- pit bulls name is kiara

- knows how to ballroom dance

- romantic boi

- doesn’t open up easily

- knows how mush got his chicken

- friends with poor spot

- is a writer for blog because he can actually spell

- real name is lucas

- has depression hence “bumlets”

- surprisingly really strong

- ✨flexible✨

Skittery:

- one of the oldest newsies (terms of joining)

- only talks to bumlets and jack

- doesn’t like david to much

- has a RBF

- is 16 (turns 17 in august)

- is a junior

- smokes cigarettes

- doesn’t have social media

- is on the varsity water polo team

- ✨rings galore✨

- tries to be cool

- has 2 cats

- cats are cheesy and monica

- has an older brother in college

- works at 7 11

- is not looking for a relationship

- he/him

- straight ally

- tried being gay but didn’t work out

- drinks white wine

- always stressed

- decent student

- A- average

- friends with all the coaches

- headphones are his lifesaver

- is a very numb human

- always has cold skin for some reason

- even in like 100 degree weather he is still cold to the touch

- had facebook then deleted it because hack found his account and spammed it

- historical fiction type of dude

- is the one who finds all of the info to give to writers/reporters for blog

- loves bumlets dog

- drives a toyota prius

- real name is jefferson

- no one but jack knows how he got the name skittery

Crutchie:

- was in a car accident

- real name is charles

- has social anxiety and dyslexia

- should get picked on but jack doesn’t let that happen

- soft boi

- technically isn’t a newsie but shows up to the meetings

- is a emotional support teddy bear

- is the assistant director for the school plays

- best friends are jack, sarah, and mush

- only has instagram

- terrified of heights

- occasionally sleeps over at meddas

- adults love this child

- they/them

- gay

- loves disney

- knows the entire hunchback of notre dame movie by heart

- is 14 years old

- freshman. the only freshman newsie

- child of the group

- goes to all of his friends game or competitions to cheer them on

- is really short

- like REALLY SHORT

- says “rawr” a lot

Medda:

- jack and races mother

- (A SINGLE MOM WHO WORKS TWO JOBS WHO LOVES HER KIDS AND NEVER STOPS WITH GENTLE HANDS AND THE HEART OF A FIGHTERRRR IMMA SURVIVOR)

- is a voice actress

- has been in disney films

- “if you’re going to drink id rather you do it in the house” mentality

- hates the idea of nicotine

- on the PTA

- has annual passes to disneyland

- loves all the newsies

- wants to adopt poor spot

- is in her late 30s to early 40s

- she/her

- straight… kind of

- she says she’s straight but by definition she’s pan

- civil rights activist

- has an ACAB sticker on her car

- PRIDE FLAGS EVERYWHERE

- if the sexuality/gender exists in the lgbtq+ community, she has their flag

- likes gardening

- will never use the wrong pronouns

- doesn’t really eat at chain restaurants

- not afraid to kill someone who hurts one of the newsies

- i’m serious

- she’s tried

- ….

Les:

- in 5th grade; 10

- friends with poor spots siblings

- is friends with the newsies

- loves medda

- is like another crutchie without the trauma/depression/anxiety/etc.

- asks david if him and jack are dating

- he knew david was 💅 before david did

- loves it when one or all of the newsies picks him up from school

- everyone loves him

- got picked on for having a “looser brother”

- spot (both poor and rich) picked him up one time with david. said “if you have a problem with les, you got a problem with me!”

- les was never bothered again

- gets lifted onto the guy’s shoulders all the fricking time

- loves feeling tall

- wants to play football like jack

- is very smart

- is ridiculously fast

- he has the fastest mile time in the whole grade

- teachers pet

- doesn’t have many friends his age

- brags about the newsies to his classmates

#livesies #newsies live #racetrack higgins #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #incorrect newsies quotes #sprace #newsies 1992 #1992sies #spot. is. tall. PERIOD

[rosierin]

What the Haikyuu boys smell like ;

Characters: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kyotani, Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, Suna, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, Lev, Ushijima, Tendou

a/n: some very random, late night headcanons I wanted to write down. I've seen so many people do this and eventually it prompted me to do my own 👀

these were super fun to do so I hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoyed writing them hehe

enjoy!

Karasuno

☆ Hinata: Okay. So I know most people tend to think Hinata smells like sunshine or tangerines..etc but NO. Mans cycles 30 minutes to school every morning, UP HILL. Probably at full speed too because he's so full of energy, even first thing in the morning. Not to mention after that he races Kageyama to the gym, then plays volleyball until ungodly hours into the night soooooo you can't expect him not to smell even a little bit of sweat. I'm not saying he reeks— all I'm sayin' is that there's gonna be a little whiff there.

But on a day where he doesn't play volleyball all day long (if they exist) he probably smells like detergent, and a girly one at that because it's the one his mum and sister use. Worst thing is that he doesn't even notice it, it's only when Tanaka and Nishinoya point it out and start cackling at him that he asks his mum to buy a new one.

☆ Kageyama: Clean laundry and deodorant, and it's probably the same one he's used ever since he was a kid. It's called something like "fresh ocean breeze" or sth and he just saw it in the supermarket and was like "yeah, that'll do". LOL I love him.

No spray tho. He uses the roll on type and you'll only notice it if you're sitting real close to him.

☆ Tsukishima: Salt. Jk, vanilla. Mister Vanillaaaa

No but really, Tsukishima smells kinda nice in my opinion. Not that anyone would know— he never lets anyone get that close to be able to tell. I also feel like he has almost no b.o, whether he sweats or not.

☆ Yamaguchi: Clean, just clean. Like fresh linen or sth. I don't imagine him with a really strong scent so if he uses deodorant it's very, very subtle.

☆ Suga: Sweet 🥺 Like baked cookies. Just overall very pleasant and not at all overpowering. And he doesn't even try either, I just feel like this boy's so perfect, even his natural scent is lovely 😭

☆ Daichi: Manly....? Idk- what's a manly smell? 😂 Old spice, question mark?

☆ Asahi: Aftershave. Voilà. Not much to say.

☆ Nishinoya: Like popsicles, or just some sort of sweet snack 👀 He inhales those like there's no tomorrow so he probably always has that lingering scent on him. That or he smells like Axe deodorant, which he probably uses excessively—

☆ Tanaka: Literally just Axe. He uses one that's apparently popular with women? He heard a few girls say they liked the smell of that particular deodorant so he IMMEDIATELY bought it in hopes that Kiyoko would like it too. Probably uses a bit too much, aswell? Idk, he thinks the more he uses, the higher his chances are of seducing the woman of his dreams.

Sometimes he smells like booze and gasoline? Courtesy of his older sister.

Aoba Johsai

☆ Oikawa: Oinks smells like expensive cologne. Pretty face, fetching personality, nice smell. It contains hints of lavender and lemon grass and all the girls love it, apparently.

Sometimes he'll even smell a little bit like a mix of girls perfume since he's surrounded by them on a daily basis. Iwaizumi hates it, and keeps telling him to cover it up with deodorant or something because it's distracting.

☆ Iwaizumi: Fresh mint, but almost kinda icy aswell 🤔 Iwa likes to smell fresh and started using this one detergent back in his first year of high school. Oikawa of course picked up on this new scent straight away and told him it smelled almost intimidating— like it's so crisp it kinda makes you go 😳 Iwa liked that impression though, so he kept using it.

☆ Kyoutani: Wood smoke. Intimidating and heated. You're not really sure why though. He just does.

Nekoma

☆ Kuroo: Books. Yeah I've seen a lotta people say he'd smell amazing, like super smexy (can you call a smell sexy? idk) anyway, but yeah no this science nerd smells like books 👀

☆ Kenma: Hot food. Hear me out— Kenma lives and breathes video games, so this boy definitely brings a bunch of snacks with him as he plays. Like minute ramen and stuff. It's really faint because other than that, his body just smells clean. The boy still bathes. It's just his school uniform that'll sometimes smell a little bit like chicken noodles.

☆ Lev: Correct me if I'm wrong but I think Lev smells ~~**expensive**~~ He uses a perfume that his sister bought for his birthday years ago and he loved it so much that he asked that she buy it for him every year xD He uses a lot though and is told to tone it tf down by Kenma when they were getting dressed one time. Whoops-

Fukurodani

☆ Bokuto: Bo has a very distinguishable scent. It's musky and very masculine. One that easily clings to your clothes if you were to hug him. It also has a certain warmth to it that is hard to explain. It's both powerful yet comforting; a very strange combination 🤔

☆ Akaashi: Like fresh air and a faint hint of men's perfume. Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue typa thing. He's also probably the cleanest out of the Haikyuu boys (after Sakusa ofc). He likes to take care of himself, puts on the occasional face mask, y'know?

Shiratorizawa

☆ Ushijima: ...like oats? Idk— kinda earthy? But without it being overpowering. He's a farmer boy so he'd most likely just smell like the outdoors 🤔

☆ Tendou: Like the blood of his enemies.

Jk. Chocolate! For obvious reasons 🤗

Inarizaki

☆ Atsumu: Like sunshine and countryside!

☆ Osamu: Like a cool breeze on a spring morning. Also rice 👀

☆ Suna: Okay now I think rather than Kuroo, it's Suna the one who smells the most enticing. And it's odd because it's a smell that you can't really pinpoint, it's just really nice. Almost addicting? I feel like Suna's the type of guy you can recognize purely by smell.

Say you'll have your back to him and he'll just walk behind you and you're like:

"Oh hey, Suna."

Idk XD His eyes are enticing and so is his smell, that's just what I think

☆ Kita: Like chamomile 🥰 Just something really soothing and pleasant. It's the type of smell that easily makes you feel drowsy if you were to cuddle up to him.

#anime #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hcs #kuroo tetsurou #atsumu scenarios #osamu miya #suna rintarou #kita shinsuke #akaashi fluff #hinata shōyō #haikyuu kenma #ushijima x y/n #tendou scenario #haikyuu koutarou #sugawara koushi #daichi sawamura #asahi azumane #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya yuu #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #kags x reader

[not-close-to-straight]

I'm crying from the fact that Steve compared Bucky and Nat to Owen and Blue from Jurassic World. XD The both of them giggling and having such a soft moment in the foyer was so sweet, I loved it beyond words. The sock garters killed me tho, oh my gosh, and Tony's reaction was adorable. Ugh and girl you have no reason to be worried that your smut/sexy scenes are "going downhill", it's so fucking good how you describe their movements and thoughts, even their first real kiss after being apart for so long was so INTENSE and wonderful and portrayed their feelings so well! 💖 Loved the reappearance of the red thong, I love that thing! (Though probably not as much as Steve LOLOL). XD Steve being so clumsy even when moments he had been growling and being unfairly sexy is so fucking good too, I love that he actually shouted in joy at finding the condoms. Oh my gosh the EMOTION you were able to put into that scene is amazing, I really really enjoyed their moment in the living room. It had a really good balance of sexy and vulnerable, and I love that - even if Tony was a little shaken afterwards - they shared that raw moment. Aaw but of course Tony is going to be upset that he's falling in love with Steve, he IS hiding a pretty big secret with Peter, never mind his last name and all that too. Ugh I just want them to be happy, but I can't deny that I'm excited for the drama too LOL. XD Another wonderful chapter!! 💖💖💖

Ugh THANK YOU

I honestly AM worried about it though. I feel like everything I used to write was Rated E but once my stories broke the *always over 100k mark* (RIP my sanity) its become about so much more than two characters falling in love and the sexy times just sort of... don't matter as much in the grand scheme of things. Except in ABO verse because sexy times are SUPER important for you know... plot... reasons... (fangs, its the fangs). Anyway, the good news is Stony smexy times are always so good to write because we adore a Service Top Steve who is consistently in awe of his partners beauty. SAS!Alpha!Steve was one of the best ones I ever wrote but this Steve is comin' in hot too (not a sex joke)

The whole thing about the sweater Steve stole from an 80s sitcom dad and the sock garters... I refuse to let the 'steve is basically an old man' trope die in my writing. I refuse. It's far too much fun

[nekowriteshaikyuu]

 - new years with haikyuu boys <3 -

 𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚 , 𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 , 𝕚𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕚 , 𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 , 𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦

 — fluff, aged up characters, not proofread

 word count : 2,375

 a/n: happy new years everyone ! 2020 has been a really difficult time for all of us, we’ve lost many loved ones and had a really difficult time adapting to the lockdown situation. nonetheless, i hope you all are doing great and being safe wherever you are. let’s all be there for one another and enjoy life as much as possible :) i kinda got carried away with my writing so yeah hehe sorry if it’s a little too long. but anyways, thank you so much for all the support you guys gave me and i hope that you will continue to support me and my blog :) love yalls have a wonderful new years !! <33 ~neko 

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𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚 𝕤𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕒

night picnic date !

you both sat in a good spot and enjoy your time together, looking up at the sky and pinpoint clouds that shaped like objects

you brought shoyu ramen which daichi enjoyed so much he emptied the bowl instantly. and also munch on strawberry shortcakes:)

you both stayed until night falls and the new years were counting down

you gazed at the stars above, unaware that daichi was patiently waiting for you to look at him.

“there’s so much stars today.” your eyes never leaving the dark-blue sky. you attempt to count every star you observed but it was just to impossible.

“hey daichi, what do you think of-” you stopped your tracks when your eyes met up with your boyfriend. he sat cross-legged comfortably, his hands tucked in his hoodie pocket. he gave you an innocent smile, taking out one of his hands from his pocket to pat your head. 

he loves you so much, so so much. to him, it was a blessing to bump into you down the hallways when you both first arrived in karasuno. the moment your eyes lock, it was like an electric current just waved past him. he instantly fell in love. and here you are now, stargazing the night before new years. he wants to keep you. he wants you all for himself, and no one can ever call dibs on you.

his other hand pulled out from his pocket, holding onto a small black box. carefully, he opened it, revealing a couple ring. he took a moment to recollect his thoughts, before taking out one of them and slipping it in on your left ring finger. he slipped in his then looking up at you. 

“i got us promise rings, to promise that we’ll always be there for each other.” he smiled, kissing the ring that was nicely fitted on your finger. you couldn’t help but blush so hard before throwing yourself onto daichi, hugging him tight as you let out tears of joy.

“daichi !!! you’re so cute !!” you couldn’t help but be honest. he laughs, hugging you tight and placing small kisses on your cheek.

“another new year with you, my love.”

— 

𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕦

boy was feeling a little fancy tonight.

he threw a nice red silk dress at you, telling you to get dresses and get ready for a dine in the restaurant you’ve always wanted to visit

he was smart to get you a dress that nicely wraps around your body, showing off your curves with your shoulders bare. 

he wore a nice (and smexy) tuxedo with his top two buttons unbuttoned 

you pleaded him to buttoned them but he gave an excuse that it was only fair since you had your shoulders exposed and your boobs elevated.

you both arrived at the restaurant and had a great meal, before having multiple glasses of wine.

every second, he just stop his actions and admire you, how lucky he is to have you and you only.

“my goodness, that was a really good meal.” you sighed after emptying your plate. the waiter came by soon to discard your empty dishes, before returning with two glasses and a wine bottle. the waiter politely pour both glasses, placing the wine bottle on the table and bowing down then leaving.

“you didn’t say we’re having wine tonight.” you glared at your boyfriend but also slyly picking up your glass and taking a sip. he only sat back at his seat, his hand resting on the hand rest while his other supporting his tilted head. kuroo chose the best seat out of all the seats in the restaurant. right by the glass window, where there is a clear view of the new years count down.

slowly you watch the numbers go down. your eyes never leaving the timer and kuroo’s never leaving your side view. he admired the sight of the beauty sitting right across him. the necklace he gave you for your birthday, the earrings he got in a carnival game, your lips tinted in red, the silk dress that was draped over your shoulders. it felt like a sin he could observe all these for free. he adjusted himself in his seat, laying back slightly with his hand supporting his chin, still admiring you.

your eyes continue to stare at the timer. five...four...three...two...one. fireworks were lit up and the dark sky was now filled with fireworks of colours. your smile widened as you hear the clink of wine glasses from other tables. you turned back to kuroo, who happen to be holding his wine glass already.

“happy new years, kitten. cheers, to another year with you stubbornness.” giggling, you raised your glass and lightly tap over his, both of you taking a sip. kuroo stared deeply into your eyes, the lights of the fireworks reflecting at your side.

he sighed, removing the napkin that was placed on his lap onto the table.

“shall we go ? don’t wanna spend the night of the new years without having some fun, huh?” he grabbed your hand and walked you out the restaurant, thanking the waiters for their service on the way.

what a night, you might say~

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𝕚𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕚 𝕙𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕖

unfortunately, you had to cancel your plans on spending new years with your boyfriend because he was busy coaching.

but you couldn’t let this day go to waste without celebrating new years.

that night, you went to his gymnasium and spotted him just finished showering.

immediately, no thoughts, you grabbed his hand dragged him to catch up with the fireworks.

the door swung open and you stomped your way in, checking small room to find your boyfriend. at last, you spotted him drying himself after a shower.

“hajime !” you screamed, making him flinched from your voice echoing through the corners of the room. he turned to see you standing by the door, panting after running down the road to the gym he was coaching people in.

“y/n? what are you doing here?” he stuffed his towel in his duffel bag, zipping it close then hanging it over his shoulder. he made his way to you who was still gasping for air. he circled his hand on your back, instructing you to inhale and exhale slowly. soon after you catch your breathe, you grabbed into his arm, having a really strong grip.

“there’s not much time, hurry !” you pulled him out the room, running once again. he couldn’t stop you, only yelling at the back telling you to slow down as you continue to run up the stairs. lucky enough iwaizumi is an athlete trainer, his daily morning runs with you really boost your speed so despite you constantly gasping for air, your legs just won’t stop running.

iwaizumi’s wiggled his wrist out of your grip and adjusted so that the both of you are holding hands now. he continued to run, following behind you, his other hand holding onto the sling of his bag that was dropping from time to time. after the last flight of stairs, you both arrived at the top of the mountains. iwaizumi dropped his bag to the ground, his hands on his knees as he coughed over his dried throat. you stretched you back, groaning in pain after running without having to stop halfway at all.

“what was that for ?!” iwaizumi placed his hands on his sides now, sweat dripping down the sides of his face. just as you were about to explain, a loud explosion was heard and lights started to flicker up in the sky. you both looked up to see the fireworks, colour after colour overlapping each other.

“we made it !!” you threw your hands up in the air, laughing in joy as you clapped your hands. you rushed to the railing, leaning over slightly to get a better view of the fireworks. iwaizumi was stunned. because of his sudden cancelation of your new years date, you decided to drag him all the way up here to be able to at least see the fireworks. 

“hajime, hurry up and get here ! they look amazing !” your hands gestured him to come over, which he did. he leaned over the railing like you did, watching the fireworks go off. he turned to you, admiring your happy expression and your smile. he can’t believe you did all that effort to run from home, to his work place then up the mountains to see the fireworks. he pulled you in for a hug, caressing your hair as you both sway side to side.

“happy new years, babe.” he whispered to your ear. god, you’re really an angel.

—

𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕜𝕖𝕚𝕛𝕚

being friends ever since highschool, you both hung out almost every day

no matter how hard you tried though, you could never

e v e r

get over the fact you have a crush on him

you felt like your feelings will never be returned, so you never dared to let him know

but this year was the year. the year he had been wishing for.

“keiji-kun !” you whispered to his ear. he turned around only to smile when he saw you bending over to his level. he assured you to your seat, which you tiptoes your way before dragging the chair silently.

you both thought to spend the new years this time in your favourite place, the library. normally, new years were spent in cafes on book stores, but the cafes has been pretty crowded recently and the local book stores were closed for the day. you both decided to then spend the night in the library, reading through books taken from the shelf of from home.

“are you cold?” akaashi asked politely, handing over his coat since you both were seated right underneath the air-conditioner. you thanked him then slipping it on, mindlessly inhaling his scent that was sprayed on the material. you both silently read your books, the sound of pages flipping through time to time. 

hours pass by as you both were still engrossed over your books. you took a short glance towards akaashi, the sight of him just making you fall for him all over again. his messy hair, his glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose and his small frown as he was reading through the words of his book. every time this happens, you just wish he’d knew how much you meant to him. how much you adore him. how much you love him.

your train of thoughts was suddenly cut off when you heard akaashi whispering you name. you turned to look at him, flinching slightly by how close his face was to yours.

“y/n-san, let me know when 12am strikes.” was all akaashi said before resuming back to his book. your heart was pounding, it could probably be heard from out. you pulled your phone out your pocket to check the time.

11:45pm, 31st december 2020.

you set your phone down on the table, screen facing down. you cleared your throat quietly before reading your book, but all you could think about is what’s going to happen when the clock ticks down to 1st of january 2021. despite your book open, your eyes was glued to your phone case, tempted to pick it up and check the time. after a while, you went back to your phone.

11:59pm, 31st december 2020.

just a few more seconds...just a few more-

12:00am, 1st janurary 2021

“keiji, it’s 12-”

“y/n-san, i’m in love with you.” you froze. you could feel the chill running down your spine. is this for real ? did he really meant that ? you clutched onto your phone, pulling it closer to your chest.

“i..uh..uhm” you kept stuttering, unable to find the right words. akaashi closed his books and set it on the table, before laying back onto his seat.

“i never really had the courage to let you know earlier. i guess you could say i was too afraid of what you might respond. but now i’m ready to accept any respond you give me. it does not matter if you won’t return your feelings, i just hope we can stay as friends.” he looked everywhere but you. you could tell that he was really anticipated for whether you’ll accept him or not. you tried to speak once more, but the words just won’t come out. your mouth was closed shut. all you could do..is show you really feel physically.

“i guess i’ll take the silent as a n-” you cupped his cheek, pulling him close to you before kissing him. you thank the gods the library was empty so you won’t have an audience observing. you kissed him passionately, your thumbs rubbing his cheeks. akaashi’s hands held your wrist, pushing himself closer to you to deepened the kiss.

after a while, you broke the kiss off, a strand of saliva stretching from both of your lips. akaashi smiled, settling back to his seat while you attempt to fan yourself from all the heat you were feeling after that kiss. your cheeks were slowly painting red.

“it’s uh..kinda getting a little hot up in here.” you tried to cover your red cheeks, only for akaashi to pull your hands down and holding it tight, laying a kiss on the back of your hands.

“happy new year, y/n.” he pecked a kiss on your lips once more, his eyes glistering from the lights on the ceiling.

he was now yours for you to claim dearly <3

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𝕞𝕚𝕪𝕒 𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦

osamu had a busy day in his work that he ended pretty late

he thought he could make it in time but just as he was about to leave, more people started to flood in

by midnight he was all done and was cleaning up

you decided to visit him to enjoy your new years in his shop.

he was very happy to see you after a tiring day at work uwu

the door bell rang as the door was swung open. osamu was busy wiping the counter just as he heard it which brought him into a sigh. it was a busy day and despite the door sign stating it’s closed, people still keep pushing in.

“i’m sorry, the shop is clos-” it took him a moment that the person who walked in wasn’t a customer but you, his love of his life. osamu’s tired face soon lit up just as he watches you walk closer to him, holding a paper bag in one of your hands.

“pretty busy night considering it’s the new years, huh?” you asked, setting the bag on the counter. you gave your boyfriend a peck on the cheek before settling down on one of the seats beside you. osamu leaned by the edge of the counter as he watches you look around the store. osamu decided to take a small peek in the bag, noticing there’s two bento boxes inside.

“what are these for?” he asked, taking the seat next to yours. you pull the bag closer to you, taking out the bento boxes and opening them, a strong aroma emitting just as the lid was opened. osamu was already salvating over the sight of the food your brought over, his hands fumbling with his chopsticks. 

“dig in.” your words all it takes for osamu to shove chunks of rice into his mouth. he laid back on his seat, huffing out to cool the hot steaming rice he was chewing on. you giggled just watching him chow down on the food you prepared at home, knowing he was working day and night and barely had breaks in between. you took a bite from your own bento, savouring the teriyaki chicken you deep fried.

“i guess this is how we’ll be spending our new years.” you teased, covering your mouth to avoid food spitting out. osamu only looked at you for a split second before munching down of his food, taking sips of water to push his chewed up food down his throat so he can shove in more. you smiled, playing with his hair at the back of his head. you both silently ate your food, having small talks here and there about new recipes osamu is trying out for his shop. all shops outside were closed and lights were out, but osamu’s was still lit up, with just the two of you inside eating.

“hey, teach me how to make onigiris ! i wanna try some !” you pleaded excitedly, scooting a little closer to him. osamu sighed as he began to rub his forehead.

“babe, not today. i just made a crap ton of onigiris i feel sick of it. let me enjoy my food.”

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