#but like also at the beginning I was watching like two a day

[luveline]

Hiii!! Could I request a bombshell reader x Spencer where someone (a local police maybe) says something rude to her about her appearance or something and normally it doesn’t really get to her, but something snaps and she kinda shuts down/is rude to Spencer until he coaxes it out of her? Sorry it’s long I had an idea and ran w it loollll

ty for requesting angel! confident fem!reader, 1k

Spencer shouldn’t expect his colleague to hold his hand, especially one so confident. What sense would that make, a woman as established as you are, who smiles without a lick of worry nor smugness, wanting to hold his hand? 

But you do it all the time, is the thing. In the car on the way to crime scenes, in the hallways of the office, under the round table. It started as a tethering for his distractedness, when one day he’d wanted to talk but hadn’t had the presence of mind to walk at the same time, so you’d taken his hand and led him to the office. You’ve been taking it at your discretion ever since.  

Spencer knows something is wrong —you haven’t tried to hold his hand all day. And even if you aren’t interested in him romantically, Spencer has come to crave the touch. He’ll accept platonic hand holding. Anything, really. 

“You’re staring very deeply, Dr. Reid,” you mutter, shades from your usual lightness. 

“I’m thinking.” 

“Aren’t you always?” 

“About you.”

“Well,” you smile fleetingly. “You should always be thinking about me.” 

“You’re truly humble.” 

His joke doesn’t land, it crashes and burns; your smile fades completely into a short, sharp line. Your gaze moves back into the restaurant, waiting for the team's food order in silence once again. 

Spencer’s pinky finger twitches across the gap. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks. 

“Fine.” 

You stay quiet, Spencer worries. He takes the bags before you can when they bring your food to the collection desk, two lumps of heat he holds to his thighs as you begin the walk back to the hotel. Tonight, the team will pick at their food together and rehash the same arguments they’ve been making all day, filling in each other's gaps, and tomorrow the work will start again. He can’t have you this unhappy again tomorrow. 

“You’re amazing,” he says, watching you turn to him from the corner of his eye, “you know you are, we all do, everyone who meets you. I know you don’t need me to tell you that, or to feel better, but… I’m here for you. If you want to talk. It’s been a hard couple of days, and talking about traumatic events as they happen and directly afterward make them easier to recover from.” 

“I’m not traumatised.” 

“Upsetting,” he corrects. “Having a shoulder to cry on is good for you, and I can be that shoulder. You know, if you need me to be.” 

He can’t know this in the moment, though maybe one day you’ll tell him, further down the line when the hand holding is better defined, but you look at him and you love him. To know Spencer is to love him. Or at least that’s how you’ve always felt. You’d love to cry on his shoulder about what transpired that morning if it weren’t embarrassing to think about, you’re upset over a throwaway comment made by nobody important. 

Spencer offers his company earnestly. He stammers. It’s amazingly sincere, as he usually is. He won’t mind if it’s embarrassing, he’ll just listen. 

You clear your throat. “I know I’m not to everyone’s taste. I know that the way I… present myself isn’t what most men like. People love confidence, but not when it’s bossy, not when it’s– when it’s vain. And I am vain. I think about my appearance a lot, I think I’m beautiful most of the time, I try so hard to have that be true.” You eye him thoughtfully. “Do you realise that?” 

He shakes his head gently, one ear toward one shoulder and then the other, as though balancing. “Sort of. I know you put effort into your appearance, but I also assume a lot of it to be natural.” 

“Right, well. It’s not natural. Not really. My natural beauty wouldn’t be all the beautiful to most people. And I’ve accepted that, I know what I like about myself, and–” You’re losing the thread of your point, an upset creeping into your melodic tone and turning it ragged. “When people tell me they don’t like how I look now, I guess it hurts because I know they wouldn’t like me before, either, and I feel defeated because I know I can’t win.” 

“Who said they don’t like how you look?” Spencer asks, confused, on his way to annoyed. 

“Officer Friendly.” You look to your shoes, watching the steps you take. “Guess he wasn’t as nice as we thought.” 

“What did he say to you?” 

You shrug. “Same story. He doesn’t like girls who wear makeup. Doesn’t like uppity women.” 

“Did he call you that?” 

“What are you gonna do if he did?” you ask without malice. 

“Morgan’s teaching me self defence for a reason.” You smile at his light joke, though it doesn’t last. He transfers the takeout bags into one hand, the other held out to you, his fingers sliding down your arm to your wrist. “You know you’re beautiful, with or without makeup. And you’re not uppity, you’re out of his league. There’s a difference.” 

“You’re flirting with me.” 

“No.” He wishes he had the wherewithal sometimes, but this isn’t flirting. “I’m being honest with you. Men like that don’t like you because they know they’ll never, ever have you, or anyone like you. There isn’t anyone like you,” he adds, sliding his hand into yours. 

He squeezes all your fingers together twice in quick succession. 

“Don’t let a jealous chauvinist halfwit make you think you’re not good enough,” he says. 

You curl your fingers around his before he can take his hand back. Slowly, you squeeze his hand. Then, smiling, you let him go. 

“I’ve never heard you say something mean like that,” you say. “Halfwit. That’s crass.” 

“I was going to say he’s an asshole, if that’s better.” 

Your laugh echoes off of the sidewalk. “That’s perfect. Say something meaner.” 

The insult he uses next doesn’t bear repeating. 

#spencer and bombshell reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

after the events of season 4, steve just wanting SO BADLY to be friends with eddie. just LOVING the idea of them getting closer and having eddie as a friend because hell yeah! a close male friendship with someone that is actually my age, and who i don’t have a weird history with involving bruised eyes and love triangles? count me IN! and eddie is FUN, he is actually hilarious! the way they share the same glances of understanding when dustin is being an absolute shit head, rambling on and on about some obscure topic, expecting everyone to always be on the exact same page as him. of course. and, although steve suspects that eddie actually probably is keeping up with everything dustin says, much better than he ever could, he knows that above it all eddie can appreciate the antics for what they are, and roll his eyes with steve at dustin, i concur, you dustin henderson, are a total butthead.

steve just about junps RIGHT IN to being friends with eddie. hey man, what’cha up to tonight? wanna watch a movie? get drunk, smoke a bit? hey eddie, how have you been, man? he starts calling eddie up on the phone regularly just to check in, shoot the shit, he loves it! he loves having this new friendship with eddie munson and he loves how much the other boy has surprised him with how much he actually enjoys being around him. he’s not a freak, really, well ok maybe he is a little bit, but only in the best ways. he’s kind, thoughtful, and is always looking out for the people he cares about, which is something steve can really respect in a dude. but he’s also so funny? steve never could’ve anticipated just how much eddie has managed to make him genuinely LAUGH over their short amount of time spent together. and he’s really, out there? with the way he presents himself, the way he takes up space with these big THEATRICAL movements, leaving no room for regret or shame or god forbid embarrassment. steve isn’t even sure munson is capable of feeling it at all.

eddie munson is a good dude, and steve could use a bit more of that kind of person around him. he loves all of his friends, the weird little bonded family he’s found himself apart of, and they are all good people, but it never hurts to have afew more added in here and there. it never hurts to know there are more good people out there to find.

so steve is all over eddie, it seems.

at least, from where eddie is standing. nobody else seems as phased as eddie does at this sudden change in steve’s demeanour, in his interest in what eddie munson spends his time doing these days. it seems like, to everyone else, to steve, it’s just a natural progression in their relationship, after being sort of role model figures to the same group of kids, both being the two single dudes, who fought the same monsters together last spring, it seems nobody questions too much that they’d start casually hanging around eachother more. especially since eddie has found himself to fit into his own special spot as one of the group now after it all, after he unwillingly became tangled in this whole upsidedown-superpowers-supernatural-monsters and demons debacle, and tangled quite dramatically at that, the rest of the group that’s been with this since the beginning seemed to find no trouble in taking him in and seeing him as “one of them” now.

so, steve asking eddie to smoke, to watch movies, to go for a drive with no real end destination, it’s not really something that earns them too many double takes. dustin makes a comment or two in the beginning, because steve since when did you like hanging out with eddie? you guys are like so opposite, you don’t like any of the same stuff he does? and steve barely gives a shrug and a dismissive yeah yeah whatever man in response, with a signature eye roll, and dustin had said it seemingly also not too seriously, poking fun at steve wherever he can, not really meaning anything by it, as he fidgets around and rambles in the backseat of steve’s car, eddie riding up front. after that, though, he’s dropped it. it’s never brought up again. part of eddie thinks, too, that dustin would actually be enjoying that his two older friends are becoming friends themselves.

robin seems to be the only other person to look a bit harder at their situation, lingering stares at their interactions, all squinted eyes and eyebrows raised, though from her all this seems to be almost always and only ever directed at steve. eddie’s not sure what to make of that. isn’t he the weird one? i mean, he’s the one that stands out, right? he’s the odd denominator that makes their friendship strange. why would steve harrington want to hang out with Him? HIM? but robin doesn’t spend her time studying eddie to try and search for what about him could possibly have piqued the interest of cherished steven harrington, no, shes always looking at steve. like she’s seeing him differently, almost. eddie doesn’t even think that steve notices it, either, because he doesn’t seem to be questioning or doubting anything odd or strange or out of the ordinary with their newfound time spent together. and maybe, maybe robin is seeing him differently. eddie knows he definitely has been. seeing him more, intensely. deeply. human. seeing the person that steve is, as just steve, not this idealised version of a boy that eddies starting to question ever really even existed at all, or if everyone around him just needed to believe that he did, and who was steve if not happy to comply to the wants of the people around him for who he should be?

eddie likes having steve as his friend, too. don’t get it twisted. he loves how unexpectedly expressive steve is about everything, even really small things. steve LOVES to raise his voice, rest a hand on his popped hip, scolding the kids for something stupid with no real heat or malice behind it. and steve is, like, kinda bitchy too. eddie knew he had the capacity to be a real asshole when he wanted to be, that’s all he knew steve for back in the day, when he was back in high school, hanging around tommy h and the basketball boys, the jocks. eddie would spend his days hearing only whispers and gossip in the hallways of the parties at king steve’s house and the fights king steve had started and won on the court or out in the fields, only ever getting as close as a shove into a locker with the guy at the time, but eddie knew how it could go. he knew all about what steve had done to jonathan, what he’d said to him, the words he’d used. eddie knew it all. he’d seen enough, and been through enough himself, to know how these guys acted in response to guys like him, like jonathan, people who were lower on the social food chain. so, eddie knew about steve’s “mean streak”, if you will, but this kind of snarky bitchiness was something new to him. harrington was almost, sassy, when he wanted to be. it was less so cruel and more just, just sass. if he’s being completely honest it kind of blew eddie away, at first. he thought steve was one of those dull headed jocks who thought with their fists more than their actual brains, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. steve’s insults were well thought out, they were FUNNY, he was smart with his words. and silly. oh my god steve harrington could be so fucking silly, real honest to god goofball when the moment called for it, when he felt comfortable enough. eddie had caught on multiple occasions steve mimicking lightsabers to play fight with dustin, or the stupid fucking shit he would do or say just to make robin laugh, singing along to a song playing on the radio with a funny voice.

it was all a little, intoxicating, to watch. eddie didn’t know what gave him the right to be in on this now, to get to see this side of steve and better yet to be at the other end of some of his best qualities. it was fun, all the time they spent together, but there was always something else tugging inside eddie everytime they spent close time together, too. something, he knew steve wasn’t aware of. something he knew steve wasn’t equipped to deal with. something he knew, was him. was him, making things something more than they should be, because, nobody seemed to be questioning that they could become friends, so why ruin that? why disrupt it?

- robin and steve

“Steve.”

“-but then like, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to watch it I just thought, hey, y’know, let’s try something different for a change, but then he- oh my god he honest to god TACKLED ME Robin — I mean, it was so fucking funny and it happened so quick — and all over a fucking Tom Cruise movie-“

“STEVE.” Robin lightly slammed a hand onto the counter. She had been standing behind it for no short of 20 minutes, watching Steve as he paced around, supposed to be stacking tapes onto shelves, but ended up spending the whole time going on and on, and ON, about how movie night went with Eddie last night. She thought she was bad…

Steve jumped, almost running into a shelf and knocking down his hard work, and seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had found himself in after starting to tell Robin a story about something funny Eddie had done last night.

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, what were you saying? Were you- were you saying something?”

To this, Robin just rolls her eyes and let’s out a laugh, “You, sir, are goddamn hopeless.”

“Sorry. How long was I talking for?” Steve wandered his way over to lean his arms onto the counter from the opposite side.

“Oh, I dunno Steve, just about half an HOUR?”

“That is an over exaggeration Robin, it’s only been like-“

“Honestly, man, i’m concerned for you. You are like next level OBSESSED with Eddie. Eddie Munson. You do realise this right??? You are obsessed with him, Steve.”

To this Steve sputters, lazily waving his hands back and forth.

“No, Robin, what the hell are you talking about? I am not OBSESSED. No need to be jealous, alright, Stevie-Boy here can have more than one friend. Your spot in my heart isn’t any less special now that it’s beginning to be shared by another.” He bats his eyelashes up at her, holding both hands over his chest as if to cradle his heart.

“Oh my GOD! You even SOUND LIKE HIM!”, she playfully slaps his shoulder. “Steve. You are obsessed.”

“I am not obsessed! He’s just a really great guy, alright-“

“Blah blah, yep whatever you say, lover boy.” Robin quips, plopping down onto the chair chair infront of their staff computer, turning herself to face it.

“Wha- what? Lover boy? What the hell Robin, that is not- that doesn’t even make any sense!”

She is just smiling at him now, enjoying seeing him spiral like this. Steve let’s out a sigh as he puts his hands on his hips, and shakes his head, looking at her right back.

He opens and closes his mouth afew times, like he’s really thinking about what he wants to say next. Or like he has no idea what to say next, and his brain is not moving fast enough to formulate the next sentence his mouth knows he wants to say. He wasn’t obsessed. That’s not- that’s like- no. No he was not, Robin was just playing around with him, she knew how to get on his nerves. Get him all wound up over little things just to see him react like this.

After a minute or two, Robin realises Steve was not going to reply anytime soon, so she turns fully back toward him. Saving him from his spiral.

“So, what are you’re plans for tonight Steve-O?”

He lets out a chuckle and walks around the counter till he’s behind it with Robin, leaning his back against it so he can stand across from her and face her.

“Well, not really sure. Parents aren’t home, no early shift tomorrow, might drink afew beers, listen to some music, —“

“See what Eddie’s doin?” Robin finishes for him, quirking her eyebrows up and down as she does it.

“Oh shut up!” Steve just laughs and softly throws a tape from the counter at her chest. “As a matter of fact, yeah I will see what he’s up to. Because we are friends now, Robin. Is that a problem? Actually I was also gonna ask you what you were up to after work, too, but you know what after this I’m having second thoughts, I mean, the way you’ve been treating me lately-“

“Oh my god, you are the worst. Yes, I’m free, of course I’ll hang out with you dingus. You and your tweedle dee.”

Steve laughs at this, then tilts his head.

“Wait, does that make me dumb? Tweedle dumb?! That’s how you see me?”

“Yeah it is actually, got a problem?”

“Oh wow, she’s feisty today. Can’t believe you think I’m dumb, Rob’s. When you come knockin’ tonight, do not expect a warm greeting at my front door.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take my chances.”

- later. steve’s house. to be continued?

#just been having steddie post season 4 thoughts #been missing the era of the fandom just sort of starting during that time between vol 1 and 2 #how every fic had their own little way of resolving the upside down/vecna problem just written into afew small paragraphs #really just getting to know these characters as a pairing #most importantly before seeing them as a couple #seeing them as friends #how they would genuinely interact and get along #what their dynamics would look like #steddie early days truly have my whole entire heart #coming onto tumblr the weeks following vol1 of s4 was magical #anywho yeah non vol2 compliant steddie for you #more so just #eddie didn’t die steddie for you #they become friends bc truly i actually believe that had he lived they would have #it just makes sense #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #robin buckley #dustin henderson #also lmk if i should keep adding to this…might abyways bc i’m enjoying this #steddie fic #steddie fic idea #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction

[rebelliousstories]

Peachy

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: No

Warnings: Strong Language, Brief Violence, Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 1,785

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

Summary: Lucy gets a front row seat to the strange happenings in the Wasteland.

It should be a crime for the day to be this hot. With the sun beating down, it felt like she was going to die rather imminently. But that Ghoul behind her back kept marching her forward whenever she tried to drop. It was not until they made it to some abandoned, two-story building, that the duo was finally able to be granted a moment’s reprieve.

“Sit down Vaultie.” The Ghoul demanded, leading the woman to sit against the worn out walls and dimpled stone. The cool rock felt blessed beneath her body. Even through her Vault-Tech suit insulated her against a lot of the extreme weather, enough was able to slip through for her to begin to cool down.

“That’s a girl. Stayin’ the night here, but I wouldn’ go wanderin’ after dark. A lotta things worse than a ghoul round here.” He spoke once more, starting to gather carve himself a little spot where he could rest.

“Where are we?” Lucy finally asked, voice rasped with dehydration and exhaustion. However, the man did not answer. He simply stretched out his long limbs, and placed his hat over his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.

“Where are we?” She pleaded once more, to which the Ghoul was not sympathetic to.

“Hey!” Yelling now, the Ghoul picked his hat up from his eyes and set it back on his head while looking at the girl he held.

“Now, am I gonna have to cut out that tongue in order to get some peace and quiet?” Lucy was taken aback, and could not quite tell if he was joking or not. Taking his moment of silence, the man swept his hat over his eyes once more; but it did not last long. The clattering of something nearby caught the attention of the vault dweller, and surface dweller. With a heaving groan, the Ghoul stood back up, placed his hat on his head, and looked around. Lucy also tried to look, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary for the surface.

“Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time.” He muttered under his breath. Spurs clicked as he walked around and took inventory. But the clattering of a can behind him made the Ghoul pull his pistol and aim. There was nothing behind him, though. Lucy watched intently as the man surveyed his surroundings, and was just a beat too late to warn him about the shadowy figure to his back.

“Behind you!” The Ghoul did not have time to fire off a round. The figure jumped on his back, and locked on. He tried to swivel the creature off, but to no avail. Dropping to a knee, the Ghoul threw his assailant off of hm and on to the ground below. Whoever it was, they were fast. Reaching a leg up, the person managed to get him in a headlock with their legs, and rolled them around until they emerged on top. Pinning his hands down with both of theirs, the attacker shimmied out of the mask covering the bottom half of their face. It was a woman; a really pretty one at that.

“Hiya, Coop.” She teased, switching to a one handed hold on his wrists to snatch his hat off of his head. The piece of clothing was set upon her own head as a lazy smirk was pulled from his face.

“Well, if it ain’t my darling little peach.” He drawled. Once her other hand came down to rest on his wrists again, he switched their placements in the blink of an eye. Now, both of her wrists were in one of his, while his other came to rest behind her head. Cooper bucked the young woman up and off, spinning them around to pin her t the floor.

“Careful with that tone, Ghoul. Someone might think you missed me.” Once again, she was teasing. She spread her legs a little wider to accommodate him, and trailed one of them up to rest along his back. In turn, Cooper leaned down to get right up close to her face.

“Aww, we wouldn’t want that. Now would we, peaches?” A wicked smile decorated his face that she mirrored, and it seemed they were both trapped in their own little world for a time.

“How can you like him like that?” A high, feminine voice broke them free of their trance. Both Wastelanders looked over to the vault dweller with a mix of annoyance, confusion, and upset over being interrupted.

“Hope you’re not thinking of replacing me with that.” The woman, still pinned underneath the Ghoul, spoke. Her words did not sound as harsh as they should have; perhaps it was the smile that still plagued the woman’s face that offered her a softer edge that the usual surface dwellers Lucy had met thus far.

“Believe me, peach. Ain’t nothin’ able to replace you.” Cooper groaned out, letting the woman come to to sit and observe the woman before them.

“Ooo. You got yourself a Vaultie? You know how much they go for?” The woman asked, watching Lucy’s eyes widen in shock and horror. As much as she wanted to keep it going, the woman began laughing as she saw the expression on the vault dweller’s face.

“Nah, ‘m just messing with you. I ain’t got no clue how much y’all are worth. Probably a lot though. Whatcha doin’ travelin’ with this bag o’ bones?” Being friendly was confusing yet refreshing to Lucy, even as the mysterious woman remained tangled up in Cooper’s arms.

“Oh,” Lucy perked up, “well, I’m looking for my father. It’s a really long story but you are by far the nicest person I have met on the surface. My name is Lucy, and you are?” She rattled off, unable to contain her nerves or speech.

“Honestly, it’s been so long since I’ve used my real name, I’ve nearly forgotten it. He calls me peach or some variation of it so-” squeaking out, the woman turned to see that Cooper had pinched her side hard in a warning.

“Okay. Not allowed to call me that then.” She supplied her real name afterwards, and saw the vault dweller before her visibly relax.

“Now that that’s out of the way, I bring gifts.” Untangling herself from the Ghoul, she made her way to where her bag was dropped. Lucy guessed that was what they heard falling before the ‘fight’ broke out. She pulled out a few cans of food, presumably, and tossed them to Cooper, however one of the cans was tossed towards Lucy. Reading the front of the label, she took not that it was a Vault-Tech brand of pie filling.

“Sugar, you shouldn’t have.” Cooper drawled, gratefully taking the jerky and chems that were provided.

“Well, figured you’d want a little gift for all your troubles.” Effortlessly, she just kept emptying her bags. Right when you think she is done, she would pull out more from the same place. It was, honestly, a wonder.

“One last thing. Just for us tonight.” Holding a can in her hands, she pulled a knife from her belt to begin cracking it open. The label was long since gone from it, but that didn’t stop them from eagerly tearing into it. Once she was close enough, she sat down and allowed Cooper to take it from her hands. He finished the job of getting the lid off of the can, and let delight take over his scarred features.

“Now, where’d you find this, peach?” He asked, letting her tuck herself under his arm to get closer.

“Trader I went to had a whole shipment of them Georgia. Well, what’s left of it. Anyways, you should be thankful I managed to get some. That one can cost me two hundred and fifty caps.” While his eyes did not bug out of his skull, his brow area did raise considerably when he heard the price.

“Careful, peach. Someone might think you like me.” Cooper stabbed a thick, juicy slice and brought it up to the woman’s lips to let her take a bite off, before bringing the other half of the slice to his own lips. A sinful groan was released from the both of them as they allowed the sugary sweet fruit to explode. It was a taste that Cooper was not sure if he would ever taste again after the bombs destroyed the world as he knew it.

“Is that peach? Is that what it’s supposed to taste like?” She asked, hoping sh had gotten it right. The Ghoul stabbed yet another slice and repeated the process from before as he watched the woman intensely.

“Yep. That is the sweet taste of peach, alright.” With how he was staring at her, the woman was not sure that he was talking about the fruit anymore. They continued to swap the fruit back and forth as they finished the can. When it got down to the juices, she pushed the can closer to him, encouraging him to take the drink. And he did; but that was not the end of it. As he drank down the last gulp of juices from the can, Cooper grabbed her chin, pressed his lips to hers, and pushed some of the liquid into her mouth instead. She chased the taste on his lips once she had taken her drink, and let herself get lost in the moment. He pawed at the layers covering her body, but the sound of Lucy finishing her can brought them out.

“I don’t feel like having an audience tonight, cowpoke.” She whispered, breathless, against his face. The hat was still set atop her head, and it was not going to be leaving anytime soon. A yawn tore through the woman in his arms, before being caught by Lucy against the stone.

“Really startin’ to get pissed at this Vaultie, peaches.” He whispered back, pressing another kiss to her lips, before returning to their previous position.

“Get some shut eye. We leave at day break.” Cooper said with a definitive tone, leaning his head back against the wall in an effort to sleep. The woman below him cuddled herself into his chest and drifted off to sleep without a worry of being attacked in her sleep. Lucy was the last one to close her eyes, but not the last one to fall asleep. Her mind raced with questions she wished she could ask, but thought better of not asking. Hoping that the mystery woman was there in the morning, the vault dweller and surface dwellers found themselves in the land of dreams before long, hoping and trying to survive till the next sunset.

#rebelliousstories #writing #fallout imagine #fallout #the ghoul fallout #cooper the ghoul howard #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #cooper howard imagine #the ghoul imagine #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul

[brerosee]

꧁Kate Martin Hcs:꧂

༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄

My little softy😊

Oh we’re do I begin. She is just so soft when she’s with you

She buys you flowers every week

The two of you babysit her baby nephew sometimes

When you guys are settled in bed she begins to talk about your guys future

She swear she will be a girl mom and you guys will have a golden retriever

Her family treat you like their daughter they just think your the sweetest

You guys go on coffee dates downtown

Number one hype women

She gives you the confidence you never knew you needed

She loves when you lay in her chest and so she can hold you and protect you

Her instagram is full of pictures of you

Her Lock Screen is a picture of you two in a tulip field(don’t ask trust vision it)

You and Caitlin also become besties because of Kate

When Kate gets drafted your the first person she hugs

She thanks you in her speech 👀

You guys wear cute matching outfits and pajamas

Gets so sad when she has to leave you for away game. She texts you the whole way there and FaceTimes you when she gets to the hotel

People call her obsessed, but she prefers the the term “in love”

Is always holding your hand.

She had caught you watching tik tok edits of her🧏‍♀️

She likes to make you blush she will just say the most outrageous things

“I wish you were a piece of fruit so I could just eat you” “oh my-“

Will not let you touch a door. Car door? Opens it for you. Regular door? It’s already opened for you.

Will send you heart hands to you in the crowed at her basketball games

The cameras love you.

They capture all your reactions at games

The team also loves you and your included in team bonding and the lives😦

Has a playlist for you and it’s also her game day playlist

You guys take roadtrips together

Loves kissing you. Just grabs you from the back of your neck a kisses ya

Calls you her wife even though you guys aren’t dating and corrects people when they call you her girlfriend 🥲

Interviewer-“so your girlfriend was in the crowd to- Kate-“ wife. She’s my wife🙄”

Everyone starts laughing

You guys are a power couple

Everyone wants what you have

You guys to cringy tik tok challenges

She likes to rough house with you

She will pick you up and slam you on the bed like it’s the wwe

Overall a golden retriever gf and such a cute I lover her sm

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#Spotify #kate martin x reader #caitlin clark #kate martin #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #las vegas aces #mac miller

[creedslove]

BESTIEEE I know you’re probably not taking any request now but… since I’m a slut for angst… it came up in my mind reader and Joel being together, she wants kids, he doesn’t since he’s way older than her and already had Sarah so he’s not up to have another kid at his age and reader agreed with that for the sake of their relationship and because she just loves Joel so damn much so she’s willing to give up her desire of becoming a mom. But they’re like at a friend party or at the park and he sees her playing with some friend’s kids and her eyes just sparkle so Joel feels sad for taking away that from her and he gives her the talk “I love you but I need to let you go cause I just want your happiness so she can have kids with someone else and the end is up to you 🥹❤️❤️

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: hi bestie, I know it's been a few days since I got this ask, and even if I was focused on a certain cowboy, you can be sure this lovely idea hasn't left my mind because it's just so perfect and great, thank you for sharing 🤌

• when you'd traced plans in your life, you had always established some goals: study, get a nice job, travel, be happy, get married and have a family. That was pretty much all you wanted from life, since it seemed only fair you could have it all

• what you did not plan nor expect, was falling in love with a handsome, older and charming man; the heart wants what the heart wants and in your case, your heart (and let's be honest, your body and soul too) wanted Joel Miller, but who wouldn't want him?

• he was big, broad, handsome, strong, he had great hair, beautiful puppy brown eyes and we were only talking about his physical features, although he was much more than that: he was also smart, hardworking, responsible, he was a great dad and even if he seemed a little shy or like he kept to himself, he had so much love to give, and much to your luck, he wanted you as much as you wanted him

• so you simply clicked, despite Joel being older than you; it wasn't a deal breaker for you, it never was, because if by any means that became a problem, you wouldn't even start dating to begin with; although there were some generational conflicts that was quite amusing to see: Joel referred to TV shows, some movies or ads you'd never even heard of in your life, while he didn't get why you always thought those stupid silly videos on your phone were so funny. He didn't really get Taylor Swift - or he pretended he didn't - and you would absolutely fall asleep midway pretty much every movie he claimed he'd watched at the movies when he was a teen and it simply kicked ass

• bur nothing that came even close to being a problem. Sarah enjoyed that exchange, she knew her dad was a modern man, she also knew he looked good by the amount of women who would shamelessly swoon around him, but she always worried he would simply lock himself inside once she took off to live her own adventures, so she appreciated how much you loved and cared about him, making her happy to see how much her dad really loved and cared about you too

• you both had a great relationship, it was mature, sexy, full of understanding, passion and partnership, but Joel being an experienced man, knew it was important to put all the cards on the table before you two were in too deep to decide what was a deal breaker or not

• so you both talked openly about your plans and ambitions for the future, your no's and things like this, to decide beforehand if it was worthy

• you were on board with almost everything, with the exception of Joel being honest and clear about the fact he was older, he had already gone through the fatherhood experience - which had been quite traumatic even if Sarah was the thing he loved the most in his life - and that he didn't want to go through it again, which meant kids were definitely off the table

• you felt your heart shattering; you've always wanted to have kids, and not only that, you could see Joel being a perfect dad to your kids, because not only was he already an amazing father, but he had all the great qualities of a partner, and perhaps a future husband, and to make things worse, Joel did want all of those things with you, he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side, to give you his name and a home, but not kids

• and even if he knew you wanted kids and you knew it too, you decided to suppress this side of you, because you loved him so much, you thought it was worth sacrificing your desire to have Joel in your life; maybe life would be easier and better if you just stayed with each other, you'd be happy, no doubt about it, and just hoped you wouldn't feel incomplete at everything else

• Joel wasn't insensitive though, he knew that decision took a toll on you, it was complicated and it pained him to think he was the reason why you still hadn't made your wish come true, but how could he get into something he didn't want to? If roles were reversed, it would be too unfair to ask you to have his child, so he tried telling himself he wasn't holding you back

• however, what was so hard was that in addition to knowing about your wish to be a mom, he could see how good you'd certainly be at it; the way little kids and babies immediately took a liking to you, often wanting to play and cuddle and the way you were always so caring and attentive towards them, it always brought a pang into his chest, it hurt to see you not having it because of him

• as much as he loved you and cherished your presence and relationship, that guilt started eating him up alive; he was getting more and more upset about it, the way you simply didn't complain or insist on it also made him upset and worried, he didn't know what to do, he got to the point where he felt tortured to see you interacting with little kids, because he could tell how much you wanted that reality for yourself but he was stopping you from it

• when you both were invited to one of his cousin's baby's first birthday, you immediately accepted the invitation. Joel thought about declining it, but then, what could he say? he had no excuses of any sorts to simply say no, so there was no way other than going and that was it

• he was sort of enjoying the party, having a beer with his relatives and having some treats when he spotted you around the kids: you were having so much fun, simply the life of the party, as the kids giggled and cheered around you, all happily and excitedly, and you wouldn't leave them at all

• Joel's heart shattered, he couldn't keep on doing that to you, it was too much, he loved you and if you love someone you gotta do your best to make them happy, and in that situation he was aware he wasn't doing everything at his power for that, so he swallowed hard, as he took a decision, it was a hard one, but it had to be done

• so once the party was over, you noticed Joel's sadden expression, even if you asked him what was going on, he didn't say it, he just shook it off and said it was work problems, not wanting to extend the subject, you just shrugged and didn't say anything else, leaving the tension home, sensing things weren't going to be easy

• so a couple of days after the party in which things weren't great, Joel finally took the courage to come forward and talk to you about things

"I love you, darling. I swear I do, with all my heart, but I know I'm not making you totally happy, not as happy as you can fully be. I can't stay here, preventing you from finding someone you will really be happy with, someone you will be able to build a life with. You deserve it, baby. I can't give it to you, but I can't see you suffering any longer"

• it broke your heart, you didn't want to break things up with Joel, you loved him, but you were honored to see how much he cared for you, it wasn't easy to recover and get things back on track, having to remodel your life after breaking up with Joel, getting used to being without him, but time heals all, you learned after a while

• Joel also had to relearn how to live his life without you; it was complicated but he loved you so, so he trusted his gut in letting you go, especially a couple of years later, when Sarah came over to visit him with her new boyfriend and handed him her phone: she'd found your Instagram and it showed you happily married to some guy named Marcus Pike, apparently he was an FBI agent, gentle and good-looking and extremely excited to announce he was going to be a dad for the first time ❤️

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanon #joel miller headcanons

[thegoldencontracts]

On The House!

Summary: Azul's always seemed to break his "no free lunch" rule with you. A free lunch here, tutoring there, and whatnot. But it's only after you two start dating that you realize why.

Notes: Jai if you see this TYYYY YOU ARE A GENIUSS RAGGHHH, also there's one brief innuendo of "punishment" by the reader bc I feel like teenagers would absolutely make innuendos - source: me and my friends, and also bc the reader's gotta annoy Azul somehow

Everyone knew that Azul Ashengrotto was notoriously stingy. He was a firm believer that if you wanted to cross a bridge, you had to pay the toll. He never gave anything for free.

Except with you. Azul tutored you quite a few times, and he'd even get you snacks while he was at it. Why? Was he trying to scam you?

As you chewed on a piece of the candy he'd given you, you couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, Azul," you said. "Can I ask why you're giving me all this free stuff?"

Azul's eyes widened a bit.

"It's of irrelevance," he said.

Weird. He didn't usually get defensive this quickly. Maybe he was just upset because you'd caught him trying to scam you?

"Is this some weird plan to sucker me into a contract?" You asked, eyes narrowed. "Because I'm not signing anything."

Azul seemed to get irritated at that, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No, no, I assure you, that isn't the case," he said.

Why was he getting defensive like this? That wasn't usually how he reacted to your prodding. There was probably something you didn't know.

Scratch that, there was definitely something you didn't know.

Whatever. You'd just have to find out later, it seemed.

"Fine, fine," you said. "But-"

Azul rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe that you got to see him so openly annoyed.

"I'm watching, Azul. You'd better not scan me, or else I'll punish you, okay?"

Azul groaned.

"What sort of phrasing is that?" He asked. "You aren't powerful enough to enforce anything upon me either way!"

"But it's funny!"

"Hmph, cretin."

And yet, you couldn't help but wonder, if Azul really thought you were a cretin, why did he give you so much free stuff?

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Time passed, and things between you and Azul changed. You'd even begin dating. He still kept giving you free stuff though.

Why? How was it that he could call you an absolute cretin and then shove a bowl of soup cooked by him your way in the same breath?

But then, one day, you realized why he did it.

It was to show his affection.

In hindsight, it should've been obvious. Everyone had some form of expressing their care for others, right? And this was Azul's. It only made sense.

You were going to ask him about it. Mostly because his reaction would be fun.

"Hey, remember that time I asked you why you gave me free stuff so much?" You said one day while the two of you were cuddled together in his bed.

Azul just silently pulled back the hand you'd used for emphasis back to his head, shooting you a bleary glare.

"Mm," he said in what was probably an affirmative. You could never be too sure though. Not with a tired Azul. For all you knew, he could just be expressing his annoyance with the fact that you weren't giving him enough headpats.

"Well, I think you were always doing it to show your looooove."

That seemed to wake Azul up.

Hastily, he swatted away your hand - though you could tell he wanted it back right after, turning away from you with a huff.

"That's utterly preposterous!" He said, though his cheeks were flushed. "I certainly wasn't pining after you like some buffoon!"

He absolutely was. He showed you he loved you since way back then, while all his free tutoring sessions and carefully prepared meals.

"Are you embarrassed about it, Azul?" You said. "Don't me. I think it's cute, you know."

Azul scowled.

"You're a mongrel," he said, before standing up with a sigh. "I'll make you some food, perhaps the added energy will help restore your ordinary intellect."

That actually sounded like Azul was calling you smart and stupid at the same time. Bravo, Azul. Impressive.

Wait. He was doing it again!

"And you're making this because you looove me, right?" You said, batting your eyelashes.

"Think whatever you wish," he said. "But we ought to get back to bed once you finish your food."

He just wanted to cuddle, didn't he?

"Anything for you."

And as Azul asked you what you wanted for dinner, you could tell that he'd do anything for you as well.

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #twst #twst azul #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x you #azul x you #twst fanfic #fluff #azul fluff #fanfiction

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

sweet nothing . . . eren yeager x reader

y/n gets food poisoning, but luckily her knight in shining armor (sweatpants) is there to save the day

sickfic, modern au, emetophobia, hurt/comfort

by @cinnamon-girl-writes!

You flushed the toilet and watched the former contents of your stomach disappear.

Pushing your h/c hair out of your eyes, you sighed heavily. You had had a miserable past two hours, being able to keep nothing down, not even soup.

It had all started that afternoon when you and some of your friends (not including your boyfriend, Eren) had eaten at a taco truck on the beach that Armin had sworn would be delicious. You mentally cursed the blonde man as you rinsed your mouth out in the sink.

“How’re you doing?” you hear from behind you. You turn to see Eren leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

“Terrible,” you respond gloomily. As you try to pass him to go lay back down, he pulls you into a bear hug. 

“I’m sorry, mama. Do you want something to eat?” Eren said apologetically. You shook your head, burying your face in his muscled chest. You absolutely hated being sick.

“All I really wanna do is sleep,” you said plainly. Eren could see the exhaustion behind your eyes, so he helped you to the couch so you could lie down for a while. You turned on your favorite movie, Howl’s Moving Castle, and promptly fell asleep twenty minutes in.

Eren was by your side the whole time, giving you enough space to breathe but also being there to comfort you. He sat beside you on the couch (you decided that sitting up was the best approach due to your queasy stomach) with his arm slung across the back of the couch behind you to support your head. Once he noticed you were asleep, he pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings even though he knew you couldn’t hear them. Maybe they would help you have peaceful dreams, he thought.

After a few hours you started stirring. You woke up drowsily, asking what time it was and how much you had slept. Eren informed you that it was five thirty and you had been out for three hours.

You grumbled, laying your head against your boyfriend’s chest.

“You need something to eat, mama. It’s almost time for dinner and you haven’t eaten since you’ve been sick.”

After a drawn-out sigh, you agree. Eren tucks you in and gives you the remotes as he goes to the kitchen to prepare you some food.

He’s decided to make you miso soup since it’s one of your favorite foods and it’ll be easy to keep down, hopefully. He carefully prepares the dish, adding in just the right amounts of each ingredient how he knows you like it.

Meanwhile, you sat on the couch idly watching the evening news, your movie having ended long ago while you were asleep. Not much has happened lately in your city; a new restaurant opened, another class of seniors graduated from the local highschool, there was a parade downtown this weekend.

Finding yourself bored, you turned around to see what your boyfriend was up to in the kitchen. You found him shirtless, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants with his long dark hair pulled into a bun behind his head. You smiled to yourself, hiding your face behind the couch cushions. Silently, you admired Eren from afar: his chiseled abs, defined arms, and-

“Enjoying the view, babe?” Eren teased as he turned off the stove, pouring hot golden broth into a bowl. 

You blushed, turning back around. He came around the couch and set the steaming bowl in front of you on the table.

“Y’know, I’m beginning to think that you don’t hate being sick after all . . . “ your boyfriend joked, pulling you in for a hug. He pinched your sides playfully, pressing sweet kisses to the side of your head.

“I hope you feel better soon, baby,” he said solemnly.

“Yeah, me too,” you dejectedly responded.

You ate your soup, opting to lay in bed after you were done. Eren stayed by your side, as always, pulling you close and smoothing your hair as you fell asleep.

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

#eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #aot #attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot eren

[p1stach1oss]

“let the light in” (c.g)

a/n: inspired by let the light in by lana del rey ft father john misty. also this is my first fic so i apologize in advance!

pairings: carl grimes x fem!reader

c/w: getting caught, reader is glenn and maggie’s adoptive daughter, use of y/n, kissing, lower case intended, rhee!reader.

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you groaned as you settled into the soft comforters of your bed resting your head on the headboard. today was so tiring and all you wanted was some rest. you and carl were watching judith all day while rick and micchone were gone on a run. while you both loved her much, she was definitely a handful. 

as you lay down completely lost in thought, you hear footsteps approaching your door. 

the door cracks open slightly and glenn stands there also looking quite tired.

“dont stay up too late, okay?” he says smiling at you. as you nod in response smiling back, he steps back with a nod shutting the door as he begins to walk off. 

about five or ten minutes later you’re still tossing and turning around in your bed, unable to fall sleep. you sit up right on your bed leaning back onto the head board and rubbing your eyes. you were tired but still couldn’t find yourself to fall asleep. you had decided that you weren’t gonna fall asleep anytime soon as you turn over, turning on the lamp on your night stand. 

Don't be actin' like I'm the kinda girl who can sleep

groaning at the sudden change in lighting hurting your eyes, making you squint. you pull out a comic book from your drawer, opening the page you had left off on. eyes droopily scanning over the pages dazed, while you are focused in on your comic you hear a gentle knock on your window. 

Wake you up at night, quarter to one

you whip your head around to face your window startled by the sudden noise. you squint your eyes trying to make out the figure outside of your window, still very dazed. your eyes widen in shock and confusion as you see carl is outside, kneeling on the roof an awkward smile on his face.

At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in

“oh my god” you state audibly closing your comic setting it down on your nightstand with a sigh.

you push the covers off of you as you make your way over to your window. you open your window as you cross your arms over your chest, waiting for his response.

“carl what are you doing here!” you whisper to him not trying to wake up glenn and maggie.

I can never stop, wanna have fun

“i climbed your roof just to talk to you!” he says in defense looking up at you with a smirk. 

“are you kidding what if someone saw you!” 

“well they didn’t!” “sooo can i come in?” he says with that smirk still plastered on his face patiently waiting for your reply.

“fine.” you say rolling your eyes playfully opening the window more creating an entrance for him to come in. as he begins to make his way in he falls, creating a loud thud. “shhh! your gonna get us caught.” you say referring to the amount of noise he had created.

“relax, they wont question it.” he says picking up his hat putting it back on, as it had fallen off when he fell, fixing his shirt as it had gotten all disheveled as well.

you can’t help but smile at his words, carl was the only person who ever made you feel this way. being with him just felt like nothing else mattered, all the chaos of the world around you guys was disregarded when you were with him.

“whatever” you say rolling your eyes still smiling at him, walking over to your bed as you sit on the edge of it. he watches your movements intently, as you sat down. everything you did made his mind go crazy, even the simplest thing drove him nuts. 

as you sit down you pat an open spot next to you on the bed, motioning for him to sit down next to you. he quickly responds to your actions as he makes his way over to you sitting down.

you both just sat there in complete silence, it was never usually this awkward between the two of you. but you guys had never been alone together before, causing this to be more awkward then intended. 

“sooo..” he says trailing off as he tried to come up with something to say. “whatchu doing” he says glancing over at you.

Usually we got nothin' to do

“well i was reading my comic before you so rudely interrupted me.” you say playfully giggling as you glance back at him. he laughs at your words smiling at you. after a moment or two he begins to speak again. “i- i actually came here to tell you something..” his tone of voice sounding more serious then before. 

“oh?” you say voice laced with confusion as you furrow your brows at him. “what is it?”

“i- uh okay how do i put this..” “i like you.” he mumbles quickly barley audible.

“what..?” you say as your brows raise in both confusion and also partially happiness.

“im sorry y/n i know you don’t like me back i just wanted you to kno-“ before he can even finish his sentence you cut him off as lean in to kiss him, teeth clashing together. he quickly kisses back not questioning you at all.

carl starts to lean into the kiss more pushing you back, his action results in your head hitting the head board. this made a loud banging sound and you break the kiss groaning holding the back of your head in pain.

carl looks at you with wide eyes “oh my- im so sorry y/n, i didn’t mean to-“ before he could finish his sentence your door flys open quickly.

“hey y/n you okay, i thought i heard something?” it was glenn, he looks up wide eyed. you and carl look at each other in panic parting quickly, you still groaning from the injury you had just sustained.

“did i interrupt something…?”

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Look at us, you and I back at it again.

a/n: anyway this is really bad but i hope you guys like it!!

@gr7mes + @t7mlinson saw this first <3

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #p1stach1oss ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ #twd

[mechaknight-98]

Teal Flames (NSFW) FT Sakura Miyawaki

Authors note: the final Sakura Coachella piece and my final Sakura piece for a while.

Daigo desperate for another round pierced his Greedy breeding bitch. She moaned as she readied herself for another round of voracious mating. their bodies growing accustomed and further acquainted with the other began to match their vast sex drives, brought on by unrelenting teasing and mutual affection that ran deep between them. Their bodies adapted being able to sense when the other was needed. Within moments of Sakura being aroused Daigo’s dick hardened and vice versa. When they weren't fucking eating or working they were recovering from one of those three (typically the first one)

As Daigo gave Sakura another load she moaned reaching a high of her own. The two sat laid down on the hotel bed after an insane night of fucking the whole time. Daigo and Sakura Sat next to each other overstimulated and yet still aroused

“God you're so hot,” Daigo said catching his breath. Kkura smiled and responded,

“You’re not too bad yourself stud,” Daigo smiled and made the move to sleep

“Tapping out,” Sakura questioned teasingly. Daigo nodded tired.

“As much as I would love to continue this train I am exhausted Kkura. We have been going for (Daigo checks his watch) 5 hours nonstop. I'm going to sleep. It's been such a long day,” Daigo responded.

“Okay but when you wake up that cock better be in me again,” Sakura said demandingly but also with an innocent pout.

“God you're greedy,” Daigo teased. Sakura smiled

“So what TV? I have been searching for someone who can match me.” Kkura said with a happy smile. She liked Daigo because Daigo was always so supportive and kind but the recent knowledge of his “outlaw side” brought a new facet to their relationship that kept her hot and bothered. She needed him to shed the timid peacekeeper and fully embrace his more nefarious side because it brought out the best in him. He was strong he was confident and most importantly for Kkura, he was virulently virile. Whenever she wanted sex Daigo was always ready and ready for her. If she wasn't on the pill she's 100% sure she would have been pregnant by now with how much they fuck, it also doesn't help that hits her in all the spaces and spots she needs. The only downside is now she can't go back to Tobi or any of her other boy toys again. Daigo ruined it for her.

Daig moved to sleep on his side where Kkura planted herself in his arms little spoon style. The two rested for a few hours. Daigo was brought out of his pleasant dream by a raging erection. He groans as her rolls over to see Sakura sleeping peacefully not wanting to disturb her he decides to take a shower and get dressed for the day. A couple of minutes through Daigo’s shower, Sakura is woken up by her arousal. As she comes to consciousness she reaches out for Daigo and when she doesn't feel him she gets upset. “I told him I wanted to be fucked awake,” she muttered to herself. She sits up and hears the shower. “I am going to take what's mine,” Kkura mutters to herself as she gets up. She walks into the shower to see Daigo’s raging erection. She smiled as she waltzed in Daigo watched uneasily as she entered. Her gaze was ravenous and frightening.

“I distinctly remember telling you that I wanted you buried in me when you woke up,” Sakura says as she begins to stroke Daigo’s cock at a tortured and languid pace. Daigo moaned at Sakura’s gentle but erotic touch. “I should stop and leave you like this as punishment for not obeying, but I need another load in me so I'm going stop here and you're going to fuck me,” Daigo nods at Sakura’s words before lining up with her entrance. Daigo slid his rod along Kkura’s sopping pussy before she whined, “Don't tease me. Just rail me!” Daigo stopped and waited letting Sakura’s anticipation build and when she went to say something, he dived in.

“Oh God yeah,” Sakura moaned as she felt her walls open before constricting snugly around Daigo

“Jeez Kkura how are you still so tight?” Daigo asked as her pussy gripped his cock with the same fervor she had on stage. Sakura gave Daigo a wicked grin. Enraptured by him filling her up she began to fuck herself on his cock. She threw it back in a way that mirrored her moves in the smart video as she took more and more of Daigo’s cock. Feeling immense pressure and fervor Sakura caused Daigo to erupt inside of her causing Sakura to moan deeply as she felt his orgasm smear white all over her walls. She however didn't stop. Her mind reeled as she chased her release. She pushed Daigo to the floor before she began riding in earnest. She looked happily as she felt his manhood continue to pump more cum into her insatiable womb.

“Yes fill me. Fill me to the brim with your cum and make me yours again and again,” Sakura moaned. Overwhelmed Sakura didn't notice her orgasm hit her like a truck as she ran head first into her own orgasm as she pushed Daigo into another. Daigo groaned in pleasured agony as she took another load from him.

After their engagement, Daigo and Kkura separated so Sakura could prep for week 2 of KkuraChella as Daigo called it. During Kkura’s practice, she grew worried as Daigo never came for her or sent a text. This worry only increased so much that Chaewon noticed and asked Kkura about it.

“What's up Kkura?”

“Daigo he's been gone, and I don't know where he is?”

Chaewon looked at her elder softly before saying, “He will be at the performance. I am sure of it.” Sakura eased hearing her leader’s reassuring words, but her worry remained.

True to Chaewon’s prediction Daigo was there waiting for her backstage and a giant bandaid over his nose. Sakura looked at Daigo terrified as did the rest of the fimmies and the boys, but Daigo waved them off saying, “Dont worry I'm fine. I'll explain more after the show.” before the girls gave an excellent performance for week two.

#kpop fanfic #fanfic #male reader #miyawaki sakura #lesserafim smut #izone sakura #sakura smut #miyawaki sakura smut #sakura miyawaki #le sserafim sakura

[e-dubbc11]

Son of the Sea

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

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, few swear words (courtesy of Little Raven and her godfather🤣), pregnancy, morning sickness, little distress but it all turns out alright.

Word Count: Around 5K-ish

Summary: This little family of three is getting a new addition and Little Raven is very excited for his arrival

A/N: I never thought this little series would turn into what it has become and I’m so happy everyone that has followed along from the beginning continues to follow and watch this family grow. Thank you!

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. 💕💕 💕

The familiar wave of nausea washed over you as you stood at the stove trying to cook dinner without running to the bathroom. You learned quickly when you were pregnant with Little Raven that morning sickness didn’t always strike in the morning and that it basically showed its ugly face whenever it wanted to.

There were only a couple of scents that triggered your morning sickness and continued to bother you even after you had given birth. You had a favorite perfume that you wore every day before you got pregnant with Anna and now you couldn’t stand the smell of it on anyone and had to get rid of the nearly full bottle Billy had given you as a gift because it made you sick to your stomach.

The aroma of any meat cooking was what was bothering you at the moment but you weren’t positive you were pregnant yet. It was a very high possibility though. Just a handful of weeks ago, you and Billy had a wild romp in his tattoo chair.

He had even made mention of another baby after your intimate moment but you had put it out of your mind until right now as you pushed the ground beef around in the pan, trying to keep your stomach from retching.

“Maybe I am pregnant….” You thought to yourself before moving the pan to a cold burner, dropping the spatula, covering your mouth and running for the bathroom.

Billy and Little Raven were quietly drawing at the dining room table as you raced past them, into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind you. The porcelain cooled the inside of your wrists which brought your body temperature down a little. Even after everything was out, you continued to dry heave and that’s when you heard a slight knock on the door.

“You alright, sweet girl?” Billy asked softly against the door.

You couldn’t answer him right away as your stomach continued to do somersaults.

“Baby? I’m comin’ in ok?” He said in his familiar gentle tone.

Slowly, he opened the door and found you sitting on the bathroom floor with your back against the bathtub and one hand covering your eyes in embarrassment.

Without looking at him, you replied, “You shouldn’t have to see me like this.”

“Oh I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you worse than this, my love. Remember your last birthday before you got pregnant with the little miss? At one point, I had to make sure you were still alive.” He flashed his million-dollar smile at you. “I’ve also watched a baby come out of you too soooooo…” Said Billy, leaning up against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest.

“That was a good birthday though.” You said, returning a gentle smile. “Riiiiiight up until I had that last shot of tequila.”

The two of you started to laugh.

Billy planted himself across from you on the floor, his long legs extended and feet resting at the sides of your hips with his knees bent. He took your hand in his and gently pulled you away from the bathtub so you were sitting upright and he swept a stray hair out of your eyes. His smile made you weak in the knees every time so you were happy you were already sitting down.

“Do you think maybe you’re…?” Billy asked, glancing at your stomach then back up to meet your gaze.

“It’s very possible, my love.” You replied, the corners of your mouth curled into a slight smile.

Just as you said that, you heard little feet running down the hallway.

“Well, we know she’s never gonna sneak up on anyone.” Billy said with a wide smile.

You started to laugh when you saw her little face in the doorway.

“Mommy, ok?” She asked. Her carbon colored eyes that were just like her fathers were full of concern.

“Awww, of course baby. Mommy’s ok.” You replied.

Billy looked at Little Raven and said, “Mommy just has a bit of an upset tummy.”

Anna glanced at her father and then looked over at you, satisfied with that answer and said, “I go get you my dinosaur, ok?”

Then she took off again down the hallway, and back into the dining room. She carried that stuffed dinosaur Shortcake had given her everywhere she went, and held it extra close when she didn’t feel well.

Billy pulled you in close so he could wrap his long arms around you. He leaned in to give you a kiss but you held up your hand to stop him.

“Uh, you might wanna hold off on that, lieutenant.” You said, covering your mouth.

With a wide smile, he kissed your forehead instead. “I’ll go finish dinner, sweet girl. You sure you’re ok?” He asked.

You nodded. “I’m ok, handsome. I’ll take a test in the morning.”

When you were pregnant with Anna, the perfume was really the only scent that triggered your morning sickness. Every other time, it just came out of nowhere but it was different this time. You noticed there were a few scents that bothered you aside from the meat.

Eggs, onions, and trash were bothering you a lot in the past week. Billy was constantly taking out the kitchen trash because you couldn’t stand the smell of it so even though you hadn’t taken a pregnancy test yet, you had a strong feeling of what it would say.

You heard little feet run down the hallway again followed by a little voice.

“Here, Mommy! My dinosaur make you feel better.” Said Anna, handing you her stuffed toy.

A loving smile stretched across your lips as your sweet little girl gave you her favorite stuffed animal to help you feel better.

You replied, softly, “Thank you, baby girl. I feel better already.”

**********

The Next Morning

You opened your eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the early morning sun spilling in through your bedroom window. The space next to you, Billy’s space, was empty and cold. He was probably sitting in the kitchen, drinking his coffee like he did every morning. Lately, you had been feeling more tired than usual so you didn’t feel him get out of bed.

You were ready to head to the kitchen to see him when you remembered there was an important test you had to take this morning. Digging through the cabinet under the sink, you found the box of pregnancy tests, took a deep breath, and opened the package.

The edge of the tub felt cool through your thin pajama pants as you sat there waiting for the timer on your phone to ring. The flashback of waiting to find out if you were pregnant the first time played in your head.

You remembered how nervous you were at the thought of becoming a mom, how scared you were to tell Billy the two of you were going to be parents and it was probably the most terrifying but exciting news you had ever received.

After what felt like hours, the timer on your phone went off. Timidly, you stood up and craned your neck to see what the results were. Two blue lines…you were pregnant…again. A sense of warmth flushed across your cheeks as your lips curled into a smile.

The tears that stung the back of your eyes were almost like a reflex; you didn’t mean for it to happen but it did anyway. You and Billy were going to have another baby and Anna Raven was going to be a big sister.

But the smile quickly disappeared from your face when you felt the familiar turning of your stomach. It was a good thing that you were already in the bathroom.

As soon as you walked toward the kitchen, a familiar sight was in front of you. Your handsome husband sitting at the breakfast bar, with a cup of coffee in front of him, and a pencil in his hand.

Billy was always drawing something.

“What are ya workin’ on, handsome?” You asked in a cheery tone.

Billy replied, “Well g’mornin’, beautiful.” He quickly turned the paper over so you couldn’t see what was on it. “You’re not allowed to see that yet.”

Slightly disappointed, you said, “Oh I’m not, huh?”

Biting down on his lower lip, he shook his head and replied with a wink, “It’s a surprise, sweet girl.”

You had the pregnancy test hidden behind your back.

“Well…speaking of surprises but not really. Surprise!” You said, chuckling as you showed him the positive test.

“We’re gonna have another baby?” He asked, softly.

Pointing at the test, you replied, “Well, according to this we are. I’ll have to make an appointment to find out—“

Billy cut you off when his lips collided with yours as he cupped your cheeks, tongue gently pressed against your teeth wanting to tangle with yours. His hands dropped from your cheeks to your belly. Billy was always very gentle with you when you were pregnant with Little Raven.

No matter how many times you told him you weren’t going to break, he was always very careful. Gently touching your stomach, he looked down then back up to meet your gaze and your tattooed hand rested on top of his. A wide smile stretched from ear to ear on his face; he just looked so happy.

Snaking your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close to touch your forehead to his, and you lightly scratched his scalp with your fingernails.

“You ready for another little Russo…Dad?” You asked with a warm smile.

Billy leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours.

“Even though we’ve done it before, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.” He said, as he glanced down at the floor. “But we’re doin’ ok so far with Little Raven, right? We can handle another one.”

Biting down on your lower lip, you nodded and replied, “I’m sure we can, baby. We’ll wait a little before we tell Anna and then we can tell everyone else too.”

**********

“What my shirt say, Mommy?” Asked Anna, looking and pointing at the shirt she was wearing.

Helping Anna put on her jacket, you replied, “It says, ‘I’m going to be a big sister: Fall 2024.’ Remember what Mommy and Daddy told you yesterday? Mommy has a baby in her belly so you’re going to have a little brother or sister.”

With pure innocence in her voice, she asked, “Do I get to pick? I wanna sister.”

Chuckling, you replied, “Afraid not, baby girl. We don’t get to pick.”

Scrunching her nose, she asked with slight disappointment in her voice, “Are you sure?”

“We get what we get, Anna. You ready to go see Uncle Frank and Auntie Maria?” You asked, zipping her jacket.

The three of you were getting ready to have dinner at Frank’s house along with Billy’s friends/employees from his tattoo studio. After seeing Little Raven’s t-shirt, they will know you’re pregnant and you couldn’t wait for everyone to find out your big news.

“I see Shortcake today, Daddy?” Asked Little Raven.

Billy smiled at his daughter.

“You sure do, little miss. You bringin’ your dinosaur?” He asked.

You answered for her.

“Oh she already packed it, baby. It’s all ready to go.”

You said with a wink and a smile.

**********

Frank cooked on the grill no matter what time of year it was. He’d stand out there with an umbrella or in snow boots if he needed to but it was a beautiful sunny day in April.

The late afternoon sun warmed your faces as you pulled up in front of the Castle’s home, Frank was already outside prepping the grill, and the excitement on Little Raven’s face when she saw her godfather made your heart swell. They loved each other so much.

After getting out of her car seat, Anna took off running toward Frank. Scooping her up, he tickled her stomach and playfully bit at her neck while she laughed uncontrollably. Frank was the only one outside at the moment, everyone else was in the house.

“Show Uncle Frankie your t-shirt, Little Miss.” Said Billy.

Anna had a problem undoing the zipper on her jacket.

“Help peeease, Uncle Frankie.” Anna begged.

Frank pulled the zipper down on Anna’s jacket, read the t-shirt, glanced at you and Billy then back to Anna with a sly grin stretched across his lips.

“You’re gonna be a big sister?!!” Frank asked.

Biting back a shy smile, Anna nodded.

“I wanna baby sister, Uncle Frankie.” She said.

Frank chuckled.

“Well, we don’t get to pick what we want, Little Raven. That’s not up to us.” He said. “Go show your Auntie, she’s gonna lose her shit, er, her mind.”

Anna knew “shit” was a bad word. She let out a devilish little laugh and replied, “Shit.”

It was only a matter of time before she’d pick up on the colorful words her Uncle uttered out loud.

“Anna Raven, you know that’s a bad word.” You said, biting back a laugh.

Frank opened the front door so Anna could go inside, then turned to you to offer his congratulations.

“Congratulations you two. Finally took enough ‘naps’ to get the job done, eh Bill?” He joked, pulling you in close to give you a hug.

“Something like that.” Said Billy, with a wide grin.

“We find out what we’re having in about three weeks.” You said.

You heard squeals and screeches coming from inside the house. It sounded like Maria and Shortcake got a good look at Anna’s t-shirt. Suddenly, the front door flew open and Shortcake was standing in the doorway.

“When are you due?!!!” She asked, her cheeks couldn’t contain her smile.

You returned the smile and replied, “Around Halloween.”

Shortcake turned and shouted back into the house.

“SHE’S DUE AROUND HALLOWEEN!!!” She yelled.

Faintly, you heard Maria shout back, “Tell her to come in here!!”

“Don’t keep that woman waiting, she’ll make ya pay for it.” Said Frank.

You felt a light smack on your ass as you walked past your husband and into the house. Billy winked when you glanced back at him over your shoulder. You could barely get inside the house before you were attacked with hugs, kisses on the cheeks, and glances at your belly. You had already started to show a little because it was your second baby.

Anna got hi-fives from Ed #1 and Ed #2. They told her she was going to be the best big sister and then she proceeded to try and extort snacks from both of them. They both knew Anna was going to be at the Castle’s today so they had stashed packages of goldfish crackers in their pockets. Her face lit up with a bright smile when she found the first package.

“Open peeeease.” She said to Ed #1.

She was smart and waited until after he opened her snack to pull on his dreadlocks. She thought it was the funniest thing but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He laughed right along with her.

Dinner was great and even though Frank grilled all of the meat outside, you still needed to run to the bathroom a few times after the smell of meat cooking floated past your nose.

Lisa and Junior played with Little Raven so you and Billy could have adult conversations with your friends. They were always so good with her and were excited there would be another Russo baby to play with.

You did express to the girls that you were worried about how Little Raven was going to react to a new baby because she won’t be the only child anymore. Maria told you to make sure to include her and each of you spend time with her alone without the baby so she doesn’t feel ignored.

Her mouth downturned a little when she talked about being alone, having two small children while Frank was deployed, and how hard it was to try and give Lisa her full attention when she needed a little extra “mommy” time while trying to take care of Junior at the same time.

Your hormones were all over the place so listening to her talk about it made you very emotional but very grateful that Billy was there so you could do it together.

Taking care of two children by herself, made Maria so strong in your eyes and you were thankful that you had someone you could go to for advice.

**********

Before you knew it, summer was over, you and Billy found out you were having a boy, and you were trying to get ready for Halloween and your new arrival. You were keeping his name a secret like you did for Anna.

It was quite a busy time and all things considered you were moving around pretty well for being nine months pregnant. Anna said she wanted to be Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty for Halloween which is a little fitting since she had a pet raven. She was very excited.

“Mommy, I wear my horns soon!?” Asked Anna, excitedly.

Easing yourself down onto the couch, you smiled warmly at her and replied, “Yes, you do Little Raven. Are you excited?!”

She clapped her hands together, jumped up and down, and she gave you the signature Russo Cheshire Cat smile when she replied, “YES!!”

You wanted a costume that would go with your pregnant belly so you went with Thing 1, the baby was Thing 2, and you were dressing Billy up as the Cat in the Hat which Anna was very excited about because it was her favorite book. She wanted you to read it to her every night before she went to sleep, sometimes more than once if she was trying to procrastinate going to bed.

Just in case your baby boy was born before Halloween, you had a skeleton onesie and a skull and crossbones beanie to go with it for him. Your due date was two days ago and Halloween is tomorrow so it was looking like your little man was going to miss Halloween.

Oh well.

You were becoming increasingly irritable, it was difficult to get comfortable enough to be able to sleep, and Billy felt bad that he couldn’t do anything to put you at ease. Trying all the tricks in the book to jumpstart your labor, you went for long walks, ate spicy food, sex…you tried them all but your little boy just didn’t want to come out yet.

They wouldn’t induce you unless you were a week overdue so you still had a handful of days left before they would. Your labor with Anna came so quickly so you thought it would be quick with this little guy too…you were wrong.

But it wasn’t all bad. You would get to dress up for Halloween (your favorite holiday) and take Little Raven trick or treating with the Castle children in their neighborhood, which may end up being your neighborhood too.

Your soon-to-be family of four was going to need more room and Maria excitedly told you there was a house a couple of streets over that just went up for sale that would be “perfect” for you.

It was definitely something to think about but right now you were focusing on trying to convince baby boy Russo to come out.

“Front and center, soldier! Let me see it!” You called to Billy from the living room.

He replied from the bedroom, “I look ridiculous, baby! Frankie’s never gonna let me live this down!”

You replied, “Well you haven’t seen his costume yet, Billy. He may think twice about saying anything about yours.”

Billy walked out from around the corner in his Cat in the Hat costume and you had to bite back your laugh. The striped hat, the red tie, and the tail…Anna looked very pleased. She started to giggle and point at him.

“You the Cat in the Hat, Daddy!” She squealed.

Covering your mouth to stifle your laugh, Billy could see you were laughing and he narrowed his eyes at you before turning back to Anna.

“You like Daddy’s costume, baby girl?” He asked.

She nodded and replied, “Mommy’s Thing 1 and my baby brother is Thing 2!”

Billy laughed and said, “Well Daddy feels a little silly but Mommy looks adorable.”

He winked and smiled at you before leaning in close to whisper in your ear, “What three-year-old wants to be Maleficent for Halloween?”

“Our child.” You responded with a warm smile and a kiss on his cheek.

He kissed the tip of your nose and said, “Well, I love it. It’s very rock star of her.”

Anna Raven was ready to go trick or treating. She understood it a little more this year so she was really excited to go with Lisa and Junior. She wore a long black robe, Billy fashioned her horns out of moldable foam and electrical tape, she carried a staff with a little stuffed raven attached to the top of it, and her face was painted green. Your little miss was the perfect little Maleficent.

“You ready to go, Little Raven?” You asked, wincing a little at what might be your first contraction.

“You alright, sweet girl?” Asked Billy, his voice full of concern.

“Let’s go, Mommy!” Anna yelled.

Nodding and grimacing at the same time, you replied, “Yeah handsome, I’m fine. The walk will be good. Let’s go.”

Billy opened the door, grabbed his keys and ushered the two of you out into the hallway before locking the door behind him and asking, “So, what’s Frankie’s costume?”

A devilish smile stretched across your lips as you answered, “Oh I don’t wanna spoil that surprise, you’ll see.”

**********

Billy had a hard time recovering after seeing Frank in his costume for the first time. The Castle family was dressed up like the cast from The Wizard of Oz. Lisa was Dorothy, Maria was the Scarecrow, Junior was the Tin Man and Frank was the Cowardly Lion. He didn’t look pleased at all which only made Billy laugh harder.

The picture you took of the two of them was priceless. They tried to look tough but at the end of the day they were both still dressed up as cats.

The tightening in your stomach became more painful and more frequent. You also had a lot of pain in your lower back, more so than you did with Little Raven which had you a little concerned but you really wanted to finish taking Anna trick or treating before possibly going to the hospital.

Anna had acquired quite the stash of candy before you couldn’t take it anymore. Billy had periodically asked how you were doing but you played down how much pain you were in. Finally, you came clean.

“Billy…I think I need to go to the hospital. These contractions hurt… a LOT.” You said in distress.

Billy was holding Anna in his arms when he replied, “Oh fuck, er, I mean…shit! Nope, that’s not right either.”

You tried to laugh but it was too painful.

He passed off Anna to Maria and Frank, then left to go get the car. They said they would take care of her and to let them know when the baby arrives, then they would visit. Luckily, your hospital bag was already in the car. Billy made sure you were ok before closing your car door and speeding away.

It was difficult to sit all the way down because it was so painful. At your last few doctor’s appointments, they said it was a little concerning that your baby boy hadn’t turned to be head down yet but that you shouldn’t worry, he should turn and it would be fine. They told you there were some things you could try to get him to turn on his own.

You were starting to think that maybe he hadn’t turned yet and that’s why you were in so much pain.

“We’re almost there, baby. It’s ok.” Billy said, nervously.

Billy was always calm and in control but this was the first time you had seen him look…scared. He had been told that attachments and showing emotions were a weakness so a lot of the time, he kept his feelings to himself, pushed way down inside so no one else could see. It was better since he became a husband and a father but old habits are hard to break. All of that went out the window when he saw how much pain you were in.

When you arrived at the hospital, and after everyone you saw smiled at your Halloween costumes, your doctor told you that your baby boy was, in fact, breech which was why you were in so much pain. They were going to try and turn him but if they couldn’t, they would need to do a C-section.

Your doctor tried his best but couldn’t get the baby to turn so they prepped you for a C-section. Dressed in a sterile hospital gown and cap, Billy attempted to reassure you everything was going to be alright even though you could see in his deep brown eyes, he was still a little scared.

He couldn’t hide his emotions from you.

“It’s gonna be ok, sweet girl. They’re gonna get him out, alright?” He said from behind a face mask and stroked your forehead.

Billy could tell you were in a lot of pain because you never complained too much when you were in labor with Anna but she arrived quickly so you weren’t in pain for an extended period of time. Pretty soon, you didn’t feel any more pain and your baby boy was here.

After you were moved to a recovery room, tears stung the back of your eyes, and you gazed at your new son with relief that he was finally here and that he was alright.

“Oh Billy…he’s perfect.” You said, as a tear dropped onto his nose just like it did when you held Anna for the first time. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Just a quick question…” He said.

Confused, you asked, “What is it, handsome?”

Lightly touching his son’s head, Billy asked, “Um, well, where’s his hair?”

You could tell your baby boy would also have dark hair like his father but unlike his sister who was born with a full head of hair, he didn’t have much to work with at the moment.

You tried to stop yourself from laughing because you didn’t want to pop a stitch but that was a hard one to bite back.

“I’m sure he’ll have plenty of it when more of it comes in but he is definitely your son, look how dark it is.” You said.

Being careful not to squish the baby, Billy leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. The hand with his marine corps tattoo on it gently cupped your cheek as he continued to kiss you. Billy smiled at you before leaning down to kiss his newborn son on the forehead.

“I’m gonna go call Frankie.” He said softly.

You smiled back and replied, “Don’t forget to call everyone else too, you know they’ll want to know too.”

Your little boy finished eating just as his first visitors arrived. Frank was carrying Anna who was all clean and in her pajamas. She looked very excited and a little nervous to meet her brother. The Castle family had changed out of their costumes too.

“I missed visiting Anna in the hospital because of that snow storm, I wasn’t gonna miss this little one’s first days too.” Said Maria.

“You ready to meet your baby brother, Little Raven?” You asked.

Chewing on her finger, she nodded and smiled.

Frank set her on the edge of the bed.

“Anna…this is your brother, Dylan. Dylan William Russo. Say ‘hi, Dylan.’” You said as tears welled up in your eyes again looking at the two of them together. They already looked like each other.

Anna was very gentle when she touched Dylan on his chubby little cheek and whispered, “Hi Dylan. Imma big sister.”

“You ARE a big sister, Anna.” Said Billy.

Carefully, Dylan was passed around so the Castle family could each hold him, even Lisa and Junior held him for a minute.

“Well, I know why you chose William but is there a reason behind Dylan?” Asked Maria.

You and Billy smiled at each other before you replied, “You all know how much I love the ocean and we all spent a lot of time at the beach this past summer. Well, this little guy was the most active when we were at the beach, kicking me, stretching, moving all around, especially when I was swimming. And the name Dylan actually means “son of the sea,” so he kind of chose his own name. It’s also no wonder he didn’t want to come out!” You said with a little laugh.

Everyone else chuckled a little too.

Frank looked at Anna and asked, “What do you think of your little brother, Anna? You wanna keep him?”

Anna looked up at her godfather with her ink like eyes, smiled and said, “I keep him, Uncle Frankie. He cute.”

Frank glanced at Billy before saying, “We’ll take her home with us so y/n can get some sleep, you too, you look like shit.”

Everyone heard Anna’s tiny voice repeat, “Shit.”

Frank tickled her neck and playfully scolded her.

“Hey, we told you that’s a bad word? Yeah?” Asked Frank.

Her devilish smile stretched across her lips again as Anna replied, “No, YOU say shit, Uncle Frankie.”

“Why does she only repeat it when I say it?” Frank asked with narrowed eyes and in a confused tone.

“Because she knows you’ll give her the reaction she wants.” Said Billy.

Everyone said their goodbyes to you, Billy, and baby Dylan. Frank scooped up Little Raven in his arms, she turned to wave to you and said, “Bye, bye Mommy, bye Daddy.”

The two of you waved back.

“Bye baby girl. You be good for your Auntie and Uncle, ok?” You said.

Frank paused in the doorway, Anna turned to look at her baby brother once more, she waved at him and said with a kind smile, “Bye, bye baby Dylan. I see you soon!”

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Regret- Sukuna Fanfic

Sitting in the front of the classroom, Yuji Itadori never went a day in his High School life without falling victim to your torture. He never said a word to you, nor anyone in fact. He stuck to himself, avoiding any type of conflict that happened. You didn’t have a good reason to bully him, but his coward-like aura attracted you. Everyday, he put up with your assaults. He was good at keeping his emotions stable. He was sweet, but it was all an act. There was something inside of him that wanted you to pay, to hurt, and to suffer. It was a never ending bickering between Itadori and his curse. No one knew about Sukuna, and he wanted to keep it that way. No matter how many times you hurt him, Yuji wanted to protect you, but lately, his tolerance began to fade. He wasn’t capable of hurting anyone, let alone a girl. Your bullying tactics became too much for him, causing him to cough up blood, and even pass out occasionally. 

Angered, he planned to get his revenge. Nothing too harmful, but just enough to convince you to leave him alone. Yuji followed you into the locker room after your soccer practice. His curse, Sukuna, supported his idea. “About time you have some fun. Show that bitch who’s boss”. 

He watched and waited until you were vulnerable enough to attack. He carried a knife with him, in case things didn’t go well. “Hopefully, I won’t have to use this”, he glared at it in his hand. Days prior to this, he was so sure that he was ready. Ready to hurt you, to mess with you as you did him. Yuji felt as if he reached his limit. He saw you undress, knowing you were alone and that you were at his mercy. However, he was beginning to chicken out. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? She has her back turned. Go in, now”, Sukuna said. Walking away, you headed towards the shower room. “Stop being a pussy and go!”. The boy’s heart pounded, making him turn around to run away. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it”, he cried. Before he stepped foot out the exit, Sukuna took the opportunity to switch. “If you won’t do it, I will”. He tightened his grip around the knife, grinning at the thought of him hurting you.

Turning off the water, you reached over to grab your towel. “You won’t be needing that”, a voice said. Looking over your shoulder, you saw who you thought was Yuji. “What the fuck? Get out!”, you shouted. Sukuna stood behind the shower’s divider, “Why? Can’t a guy enjoy some nudity”. You were caught off guard by the deepness of his tone. The black markings on his face and arms also caught your attention. “What happened to your face? And why are you here? Is this some lame attempt to make me afraid of you?”, you scoffed.

Wrapping up, you grabbed your things, proceeding to walk out. “Next time think of a better plan”, you stared at him as you went by. Before making it pass, Sukuna took hold of your arm, “That mouth of yours, fix it, or I’ll fix it for you”. The two of you side-eyed each other. You dropped your toiletry bag, swinging your arm to hit his face,“Who the fuck-”. Using his speed, Sukuna stopped you. “I’m warning you right now, act stupid and I will break you”. Irritated, you ignored his words, lifting your leg to kick him.

“Women”, he sucked his teeth, grabbing your leg, making you fall. Your back hit the floor hard, gasping as you attempt to sit up. Sukuna pushed you back down with his foot, placing it on your neck. He watched you struggle, adding pressure to your throat. “Apologize”, he demanded. Clawing at his calf, you refused. “Eat shit, bitch”. He raised an eyebrow, enjoying how much you were begging for him to hurt you more. “Get off me now, or I’ll make you regret it”, you threatened. Sukuna smiled, moving his foot. He stood back, allowing you to get up.

“Apologize”, he repeated. Flicking him off, he angrily punched you in the stomach. “See, usually I would’ve cut your finger off, but I’m feeling a little nice today”. He kicked you over and over again. The white floor tiles began to stain with your blood. Sukuna stopped for a brief moment, observing your nude figure. “Change of plans, Yuji”, he thought.

Unbuckling his belt, he bent down, taking a fist full of your hair. Your mouth was bloody, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. “Since you want to open your mouth so much, why not put it to good use”. He slid his boxers down, letting his cock spring up. Surprised, you tried to pull away. “Stop fighting. As a woman it’s your job to please me”. He pushed your head down towards his shaft, but you kept your mouth shut. “The one time I want you to open up and you keep it closed”, he pinched your nose. Fighting back, you tried your hardest not to give in. “Stop being so stubborn”, he gritted.

Your body began to jerk, forcing you to open your mouth. Before you could take a breath, Sukuna shoved himself inside. “Think of it as a lollipop. Only this time, you have to suck the whole thing”. His thrusts were hard, making your nose hit his pelvis. “It’s not fun being a victim is it?”, the curse laughed. He felt you gagging on his cock, pleasuring him even more. He fucked your throat more instensely, working to get his orgasm. “As a thank you, I’ll give you a little gift”. He held your head in place, releasing his cum. “Swallow every last drop”. You struggled to keep the warm liquid in. Your cheeks swell as you try to hold it. Letting go, Sukuna pulled out, fixing his pants. You took the chance to spit out his cum, attempting to escape. 

“What a waste”, he sighed, throwing Yuji’s knife at your back. “Fuck!”, you yelled. Desperately reaching to get the weapon, Sukuna grabbed your arms, pulling them behind you. He stomped on your back, resting his foot on you. Pissing him off, he yanked both of your limbs, dislocating them. Your painful cries filled the room. He bent down to get the knife, throwing it aside. “All you had to do was swallow. You’re more hard headed than I thought”. He dropped your arms, grabbing your waist to flip you over.

Looking into your eyes, Sukuna became aroused by your tearful face. He wanted to hurt you more, to hear you scream, and make you beg. He right hooked your face, laughing at the blood you spat out. He continued, watching your eyes slowly close. Sukuna stopped, “I’m not done with you”. Using his healing ability, he reversed some of the damage, only to give you more suffering.

Once you were awake and able to move, it was too late for you to run. Sukuna used Yuji’s belt as a restraint around your wrist. Your back was arched and your knees sore. “Doggy style suits a bitch like you”, the King of curses sent a hard slap to your damp ass. He slid two of his fingers in you, thrusting it gently for good measure. You heard him chuckle, feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance. With one push, he penetrated your walls, enjoying how tight you were. He used your waist for support, fucking you roughly. Your pussy couldn’t adjust to his size, “P-please”, you uttered. Sukuna ignored you. “Y-Yuji. I-I’m sorry”. You wailed against the cold floor, feeling weak. The harder Sukuna went, the more your cervix began to break.

You begged and apologized repeatedly, catching the curse’s attention. Stopping, he turned you over on your back. “Repeat that”, he demanded. He spread your legs, putting them both over his shoulders. “I’m sorry”, you cried. He grinned at your pathetic apology, “You're sorry?”. You shook your head,”Y-yes”. He leaned into you, making himself go deeper. You whimpered, placing your hands on his chest.

“For what exactly?”, he grunted. You felt his breath hit the side of your neck. “B-bullying you”. Sukuna still wasn’t satisfied,”Tell me more”. He took hold of your chin, forcing you to look at him. “What did you do? Why are you apologizing?”. Staring deep into each other’s eyes, you finally noticed that it wasn’t Yuji you were talking to. “I-I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for calling you names and beating you. I’m-”. Sukuna’s slow hard thrust, cut you off. “Don’t stop”, he ordered. “I’m sorry for making you bleed and pass out. I promise I’ll leave you alone”. Believing you, he climaxed, allowing every drop of him to spill inside of your womb.

He undid the restraints, walking away to dress himself. He left you on the floor, sore and in pain. “Did you have to be that rough with her?”, Yuji asked. Sukuna looked back at you and smirked. “At least she won’t mess with you again”.

#jjk smut #jjk sukuna #jujustsu kaisen smut #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna smut #yuji itadori #tw noncon

[bitchsister]

i can’t stop thinking about gale and bucky dp’ing curtis. i’ve been so sad they never got to do this in eat your young. in my mind it’s exactly what they all need

You diiiiiirty rascal, you.

It took me three days to write this because I had to take a break here and there.

I’ve combined this ask with one I got very shortly after. (Same anon?? Hmmm!?!?! 👀👀👀)

I thought it just made sense to put them together.

THIS IS A LUCKY CHARMS AU PROMPT.

I did think about doing this as an EYY prompt, and could do that again later too if anon would like!! For me, it made sense to pair these two requests up with the LC AU instead of EYY.

Also @swifty-fox is to blame for like half of this even though I planned to do it all before they said anything idc I’m blaming them still.

don’t read if you’re not absolutely LOCKED IN for:

feminization of Curt, double penetration, crying, whining, getting a lil snotty over your boyfriends fucking you absolutely stupid, daddy is used once or twice, pet names like honey, darlin’, baby, Gale and Bucky adoring Curt like he created the universe even though he is Head Brat in Charge.

Reminder : This is Yoyo’s first time writing dp. She does not know what she is doing :-) ever :-)

Andiamo!

Curt was getting used to spending Bucky’s money — and he wasn’t shy about it, either.

In the beginning Curt used to send a text, at the very least, about a sweater he liked, or a journal he wanted from the coffee shop Gale frequented on his coffee and matcha runs for the two of them while they hammered away at case files and court hearings.

Those days were over, though.

A trip to the mall before going over to Bucky’s for the weekend would prove as much.

She’s goddamn beautiful, Bucky commented on an actress in the movie they watched the night before and for whatever reason, that had stuck with Curt.

He thought, in the back of his mind, if Bucky wanted to fuck a girl then he mind as well, but Curt would scamper around in a skirt he bought with Bucky’s money to taunt him for it first.

It was obnoxious, the skirt. The lace. The tule that ruffled the edges and the playboy crop top he bought.

He dressed himself in a fit of giggles, hardly able to look himself in the mirror once he was all finished so he instead trekked to Bucky’s study where he and Gale were thumbing through piles of law books to figure out if their tactics would even hold up in court.

“Hey, darlin’.” Bucky greeted the familiar noise of Curt entering the room without looking up from the book in front of him, but Gale had.

“Johnny,” Gale grumbled at the sight, his lungs squeezed dry of every ounce of oxygen left inside them. “Might wanna look at this.”

Curt stood proudly beside the window he usually did, a lollipop in his cheek and a joint in his hand as he bashfully turned his gaze toward the two of them, giving them that infamous “What?” As if he’d been wearing his usual cut offs and a baggy tee.

“What’s this?” Bucky murmured, sighing loudly as he sat back in his chair, leather squeaking beneath him.

“What’s what?”

“Curtis..”

Curt shrugged a singular shoulder and plopped down by the window, looking down at his collection of books and acting as if he could focus hard enough to pick one he’d pretend to read.

Bucky and Gale had been more the generous with their time these days — giving Curt all the attention he could ever want; fucking him pink, sweaty and sleepy enough so they could buy themselves a couple hours of uninterrupted silence to hammer in the last few nails of their work.

It was understood between the three of them their dynamics.

Curt was in the midst of his summer break and hardly had an interest in a summer job. Instead, he’d spend his days with Bucky and Gale going to dinner or getting fucked in the pool, in the tub, or over the island in the kitchen.

Others, he’d go out to the farm to visit his mother Ruthie. It was his own little getaway where he’d plant wild flowers and drive their little boat in the fresh spring water.

He loved Bucky, and he loved Gale, but all three of them knew their lives were on different paths.

That didn’t mean they weren’t meant to be — no.

If you were to ask Curt if he’d rather be doing anything else with his life, he’d say he’d rather die.

Bucky was so in love with Curt it sometimes made him feel ill and Gale just the same, though he repressed his feelings so far down into his gut that he was unsure he could bring it up without being sick.

It was too much to fathom, too much to think about.

So he didn’t.

Nobody did.

What was the point, when something like this could rock up into Bucky’s study without a forewarning or a text?

“Stop lookin’ at me like that.” Curt grinned, sitting the way he usually did but this time he was wearing a skirt with no underwear beneath it. Just crossed legs, and lips alternating between a cherry lollipop, a joint, and mouthing off as usual.

“C’mere.” Was all Gale had to say, his voice steady and his gaze locked on Curtis whose cheeks flushed pink. He liked when Gale used his voice, which he was getting so much better at as of late.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I said.”

Curt huffed and sat up slowly from where he’d been slouching, the book he’d been staring at clapped closed once he stood and flattened out the skirt that hiked further up with each step toward them.

At times, it was a hard balancing act, but Bucky never minded sharing with Gale and only Gale, who had never once complained about watching if he was put in such a position — however, he’d lately been so hands-on that it was hard to imagine himself sitting idly by while Bucky had all the fun.

“Where’d you get this?” Gale asked, reaching forward to tug at the skirt that Curt wore confidently, but seemed shy in. “Spending Daddy’s money again?”

Curt nodded slowly, slipping himself into Gales lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulders, joint held to Gales lips who reluctantly took a hit.

It was game over.

“He said he liked one of ‘em pretty actresses in that movie we watched last night.” Curt made himself comfortable in Gales lap, the joint between his teeth again as he hummed. “I think I’m prettier, so I thought I oughta show ‘em.”

His knees were scabbed from the farm and his shins bruised from drunken nights with his girlfriends at the college bars, who knew how to fucking put ‘em back.

A tomboy, through and through, but he looked so pretty this way.

Curt could pull off anything.

Bucky snorted anyway, nursing the whiskey he’d had lying around for hours now by his side as he watched Curt drape himself over Gale and feed him more smoke via his own lungs and mouth, “She’s conventionally attractive, Curt. Universally.” He waved his pen, “She wasn’t even wearing a skirt.”

Curt’s cheeks burned bright red, his thighs spread over Gales once he turned in his lap. No longer was he concerned about acting prudent, or modest. He was nothing of the sort. “You don’t think I look pretty?”

Both Gale and Bucky uttered out the loud hums in the very back of their throats; the ones Curt could recognize from anywhere and would know exactly what they meant. “Too fuckin’ pretty.” Bucky concluded in a whisper, watching Gale’s palms flatten over Curt’s mid-summer tanned thighs that already quivered with aching anticipation.

He’d gone and riled himself up more than he’d ever realized, but Bucky and Gale were not so far behind him. “Put him on the desk for me, Gale.” Bucky waved his fingers and Gale was quick to obey, just as eager to please as Curt could ever be.

He stayed behind Curt once he was sat upon Bucky’s desk, his chin resting on his shoulder to look down at his body — his pink nipples, his soft belly and the skirt that hardly covered his thighs and his cock that had began begging for any bit of attention.

“Wait,” Curt slapped his hand over Bucky’s chest to keep him at a close distance while his other pulled Gale closer, drawing him further into Bucky until they were face to face over the desk with Curtis between them. “Give Galey some lovin’.” He demanded, but his voice was soft and so sugary sweet.

It was only recently that Gale and Bucky had broke the third wall; sharing kisses, swapping spit or Curt’s cum they couldn’t bear the thought of tasting by themselves, always so eager to share with each other — Curt wasn’t shy about wanting to explore that need to share a bit deeper, pick and dig at the brains that have wanted to make such advances for years but never knew how.

Their kisses were sloppy, wet, uncoordinated but Curt relished in watching Gale learn how to he loved by a passionate man rather than the hand of a distracted woman who’d rather be doing anything else.

He watched them touch, kiss, lick, bite until he could hardly keep himself still. “Okay,” he whispered, shoving at their chests. “My turn now.”

“Sorry,” Bucky murmured through a chuckle once he’d pulled away from Gale who groaned at the sudden loss, his eyes cracking open to soak up the sight of Curt panting between them with his legs spread wider and waiting. “Galey tastes so much like you right now.”

Weed, cherry, sickly sweet.

Gale hadn’t even minded the fact that Bucky may or may not have been licking the saliva out of his mouth just because of said reason — all he cared was that he had the two of them, and always would.

The details hardly mattered.

Until whenever the day came that they did.

“Shouldn’t be tellin’ us what to do, anyway.” Gale grumbled as he sucked a little red mark into Curt’s collarbone from where he stood, gripping his thighs to spread them as Bucky pressed himself closer on his front side. “Look at yourself.”

Curt smirked once he lifted his thighs, his feet covered in thigh highs spread apart. “Yeah, look at me.” He sighed, as if Gale had made a valid point.

No, a year ago he never would have imagined himself in such a position, wearing a skirt while he spread his legs for two judicial professionals who’d both earned prestigious titles in their respectful fields — but there he was, and there he ought to stay, for as long as they’d have him.

“So, what’s the angle?” Bucky asked through a smirk as he pressed his palms to the back of Curt’s thighs, his knees drawn closer to his chest. “Exactly where did you think this would land you, Curtis?”

A grin was shot back at him once Curt had reached up to grip onto Gale’s biceps. “Mmm.. Somewhere like this.” He panted, his half-lit and almost forgotten about joint still dangling from his lips.

Both Gale and Bucky had rid themselves of their clothing faster than Curt could even register, his hands left briefly to palm between his legs and hike up further the pink skirt that hardly covered anything anymore. “I wanna try it again.” He blurted, his own needy little fingers already working to fuck himself open and get ahead of the process, which last time had failed so miserably.

Curt wanted so badly to feel both Gale and Bucky at the same time — and what better way to bring the three of them closer, he wondered.

No amount of lube or sweet talk could get Curt to relax, too riled up after he’d returned to Bucky’s for the weekend after boxing practice with a bloodied cheek from a misstep and sweat still damp in his hair. Too much adrenaline, still. Gale had rationed when he simply couldn’t fit. Please, no, Galey. Please, please, please. Keep trying. Curt had begged, though he was in tears from their efforts.

“Curt,” Gale whispered, already afraid just he could split him apart on his very own at times. “I don’t think it’s even possible.”

Curt wasn’t taking that for an answer and Bucky knew as much to be the truth, already warming lube between his fingers with a grin. “We can try.” John nodded, looking to Gale as to soothe him and his nerves. Despite how he may act at times, or how he may look, Curt was a big boy who could handle his own. “Second you start crying again is when we stop.”

It wasn’t on purpose — and it wasn’t so much the pain that had caused the tears, but the frustration he felt with his own body for not cooperating.

Thankfully, not a lick of adrenaline had hit his nervous system that day unless you considered the little bit he got from swiping Bucky’s card to buy knee highs, a skirt, and an overpriced playboy top.

Curt nodded in understanding nonetheless, his own fingers that desperately worked themselves between his cheeks replaced by Bucky’s instead — warm, thick, and so familiar. “Fuck,” a whimper dribbled from his lips once he was easily maneuvered to sit over Gales thighs again after he’d circled the desk.

He pressed his back into Gale’s chest, grinning up at him as he moaned through the joint that had finally put itself out. Gale had removed it to discard nearby in one of Bucky’s desk ashtrays littered only with the filters left from Curt’s morning and midday study or magazine flipping joints which had freed his lips to be kissed and bitten by Gale.

Curt gasped, his neck craned upward to catch the kisses Gale was showering upon him while Bucky worked himself into the little body that could already feel him in its belly, full just from one and eager to take on another. “Such a pretty baby,” Gale murmured breathily, holding Curt into position by the backside of his thighs, folded in half in his lap as Bucky slammed his hips into Curt’s ass. “Already so tight around Daddy, you’re too little to take two.”

“Uh-uh,” Curt argued, his cheeks burning red hot and his skin sticky with sweat already. “I can d— fuck,” he reached up again to grab onto Gale’s biceps, gazing at Bucky who was so full of love and adoration, looking at him the same way he did his expensive paintings. “I can do it.”

Bucky’s hips slowed then, watching intently at his cock as it disappeared with each careful thrust while Gales hung heavy and needy.

He nudged Gale upward carefully before he lined their cocks up together, stroking both as if they’d already merged into one somehow.

Their hips found a rhythm once Gale stood and held Curt to his chest by his thighs, Bucky being the anchor he latched onto once he was wedged between them, taking both of their cocks at once with a little encouragement and a ton of luck, just like he said he would, yet nobody could utter a word just yet besides the sputtering, whimpery mess Curt had suddenly become with the hem of his skirt pulled up and clenched between his teeth.

Though it was difficult, Gale and Bucky had made it a point to go slow.

“Fu- uuck,” Curt panted while Bucky cooed at him, the feeling of Gales cock so close and tight against his own and the familiar warmth of Curt around both of them was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

Like nothing he’d ever imagined.

“Look at you,” Bucky recognized the Curt in front of him, his jaw unhinged and his eyes glassy and trying so hard to focus, but hadn’t seen him quite this gone in some time. “You’re doin’ so good.”

Gale’s gaze had landed on Bucky again, needy and wanting and waiting as he huffed little breaths of oxygen from his lungs. “You should see Galey’s face, Curt. Makin’ him feel so fuckin’ good, honey.” Bucky pressed a few sloppy kisses to Gales lips that were starting to taste more like him again.

Spearmint, matcha, little wooden toothpicks.

“Takin’ us both like this.”

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet to us, Curtie.”

“Look at you, baby. Takin’ cock like you were born for it.”

A sight for sore eyes, the few little wet spatters on Curt’s belly from his own leaking cock caught Bucky’s attention. “Look how wet you are.”

Curt had bounced back and forth from panting and moaning to choking back little sobs that made his chest heave and shudder, cheeks splotchy, pink and covered in hot wet tears, nose stuffy and sniffling. “I-I told ya I could do it.” He hiccuped through what sounded to be a sob, but his expressions had shown not one bit of pain.

Both Gale and Bucky had remembered their deal earlier about the tears but this felt too fucking good to let go of, even despite the big fat stream that trickled down from Curt’s pretty blue eyes and to his chest once Gale had stripped him of his clothing, skirt and all. “Oh, sweet baby.” Bucky moaned, “Does that feel good?”

A wild string of yesyesyes’s was fucked out of him, his core rattling with each draw of oxygen back into his lungs that felt like they’d begun to bleed.

He felt so full of them, the sensation nestled deep into his belly — he couldn’t stop the wave of emotions that ripped right through him, whining and whimpering, hardly able to muster even a squeal through it all and so instead it came out in a continuous swirl of gentle weeping.

Dontstopdontstopdontstop, pleasepleaseplease, Curt wailed amidst the cacophony of beautiful skin against skin, thick, breathy moans, and more wet kisses shared between Gale and Bucky who were closer now than they’d ever been before, even including their college days.

Bucky licked into Curt’s mouth that simply couldn’t stay shut, and then Gale had leaned forward to do just the same.

By now, Bucky had learned Gales tell for how close he was to tipping right over the edge. “M’gonna — fuck -“ he mouthed at the dip in Curt’s shoulder, mostly tongue and so very gentle I’m-in-love-right-now-but-I’d-rather-die-than-admit-it kisses. “Gonna make me come, baby.” Gales voice had gone deeper than ever before, a low growl mixing with the same one Bucky had huffed back at him.

“Y’gonna be full of it, just like you wanted.”

Curt sobbed between them, but rocked his hips harder against the two, “Faster,” he begged, though he looked in no shape to be requesting such a thing. “Please — faster - please fuck me faster.”

He was in no mood for Gale or Bucky to scold him for bad manners.

A swirl of pretty pinks, yellows, blues and greens.

Tan skin, the smell of them, the sound of the fountain in the pool trickling outside the open window by his usual spot.

His body had hardly been his, then.

Used by Bucky and Gale beyond its limits until everything became warm, wet, and sticky. He was filled with it, covered in it, licking it from his fingers and from Gales mouth once he’d been plopped onto the leather of the couch in the study, peppered in kisses as his vision blearily came in and out of focus from the exhaustion that crept up on him, Bucky wiping him clean with a wet wash cloth from the adjoining bathroom while Gale smoothed his hair away from his eyes.

“Told ya I could do it.” Curt whispered through the hiccups that still wracked his lungs that struggled to catch an even breath.

{ these keep getting longer and longer pls put a muzzle on me }

#💌 #I can’t add on and edit this any longer #get it away from me. just take it #curtbucky #Curtbuckygale #masters of the air #yoyo writes

[glimmervoi]

A SEALED FATE: EMERALDS AND BLOOD - VI The Beginning of the Winter Ball

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notes: phew, that took forever for me to write ;-; i was really struggling with this one and Idk why because i was so excited to write it when i left off at the last chapter. oh well, it's up now - i hope you all enjoy it!! cant wait to get the next chapter up :D

The winter ball was a beautiful and lively event, full of laughter and music. It was a gathering that everyone in the kingdom wished to attend. Guests from all over the Kingdom waltzed around in beautiful, sparkling gowns and suits made by the best tailors that could be hired. 

The ballroom, now finally finished and filled with these beautiful guests, was just as mesmerizing. The musicians positioned near the center of the room played a merry song as the guests excitedly mingled and sipped from thin, long stemmed glasses full of pale sparkling wine. 

The ball was just beginning, and already you were impressed. Of course, you were more alarmed at the fact that you were even witnessing it, but it was truly a sight for someone who grew up in such a poor village.

You weren’t supposed to be serving at the ball tonight. You had been told by Rae that the service maids would be handling it, and that you would have the night off. You had been relieved, and had promptly made plans to visit the stables to finally see if you could find the man that you had met days prior. 

You were almost certain that he was a stableboy from the way he was dressed, although when you had mentioned the handsome man to Rae, she hadn’t remembered anyone by that description. Still, you had to at least check.

He had been on your mind ever since your first meeting, and you had found yourself constantly craving that electric, bubbly feeling that had filled you when he was around. Your plans to go to the stables had been crushed as soon as you had entered the maids chambers to change though, as Sanria had been waiting for you.

An hour later, and you were standing in the small kitchen adjacent to the ballroom, looking through the open door at the guests as they laughed and enjoyed themselves.

Sanria had already left to return to her own duties, promising you a painful beating with the thin wooden rod that she kept tucked in her apron if you made any mistakes or pissed off Iseul, the head of the service maids.

Iseul, though not as intimidating as Sanria, was still not someone who you wished to anger. The young, raven haired woman had a deep frown on her lips, and her thin frame was tensed as if she were prepared to yell at any second. She had her own wooden rod tucked into her black apron.

The maid next to her, a bubbly blonde, was her polar opposite. Isabella, she had said her name was. After the initial shock of being told by Sanria that you had been requested by someone to serve at the ball, she had helped you push your stiff limbs into the all black service dress and frilly apron, a uniform only used for special events. 

Even though she didn’t say anything in Sanria’s presence, she seemed to understand your confusion, discomfort, and alarm at the prospect of serving so many important people during such a large event while still being so new in the castle, while also wondering who had requested such an inexperienced servant for such a large event. 

You had no choice but to shake off the feeling and try to steel your nerves. If you didn’t, you risked getting into more trouble. If you tried to be confident and sure of yourself, you had a higher chance of luck.

So, you watched silently as Isabella and Iseul filled two sleek black trays with the tall thin glasses full of sparkling wine, willing the slight tremble in your fingers to stop. Iseul didn’t bother to even look at you when she was finished. She simply snapped her fingers and turned, preparing to set another tray.

Isabella turned her kind eyes to you, nodding her head in approval when you approached. “Have you ever held a tray full of glasses like this?” She asked, her voice sweet. Her presence was comforting, and you found your shoulders relaxing slightly. You shook your head.

“It’s easy, really.” She said, sliding the tray from the table and onto her waiting hand. The liquid in the glasses barely wobbled, and she held the tray with ease despite there being at least ten glasses resting on its surface. “Just carefully slide it onto your palm. Don’t go too fast or too slow, though. It can practically sense your fear when you do it that way.”

Your brows furrowed, and you gently tugged on the edge of the tray. Not too fast, not too slow. So, just right. You hoped you would get Just Right on the first try, before Iseul turned and witnessed you dropping an entire tray of wine on the ground.

You tugged the tray onto your hand, like Isabella had, wincing when the wine nearly threatened to spill from the edge of the glass. The blonde nodded her approval and gave you a small smile. “Perfect.” She said, brushing a stray droplet off the surface of your tray.

“Now, when you go up to serve someone, you must first bow your head like this,” Isabella demonstrated by dipping her chin lightly, her eyes cast downward. A respectful and simple action.”Then, ask them if they would like a glass. If they ask what the wine is, it is a Sparkling Snowdrop from Shivermaw. It’s their specialty.” 

You faintly remembered the name, Shivermaw. One of the girls a few beds down from yours was born there, but had left due to the crumbling economy of the winter city. Supposedly, the Duke and Duchess were doing just fine, and so were the wealthier inhabitants of the city. But the further out from the city's main area you got, the poorer the families were. And, that wasn't even considering the rural villages, comparable to your own.

You shook the thoughts of Shivermaw from your head and nodded at Isabella. “Alright, ready?” She asked quietly, approaching the doorway of the kitchen. You swallowed, wanting to tell her you weren’t, and that you just wanted to go to bed. But you followed her, again staring into the beautiful ballroom. 

“Ready.” You said quietly. Then, you were both entering the ballroom. The music was louder, and so were the voices of the guests. The smells of their perfumes hit you a little harder, and suddenly it felt like the air in your lungs was gone. 

So many people. You thought to yourself, trying to steady your breathing. It had been one thing to simply peer in from the outside. But to actually stand in it? Your legs began to shake. You were terrified. All it would take was one mistake, and Sanria would pull the rod from her apron. Standing in the ballroom made it feel more real than it had when you had only caught glimpses of it. The fear hadn’t hit you as hard as it did now that you were actually there.

Isabella seemed to sense your anxiety, and gently nudged your arm with hers. “Hey.” She murmured quietly. You looked into her bright eyes, your breath coming out shakily. 

“Pretend that you’ve been doing this for years. As long as you pretend to be confident, they’ll never know the difference. They just want to get drunk, gorge out on the food, and then fuck each other.” She said, giving you a small grin. 

Yes, she was right. They wouldn’t even look at you most likely. You were just a servant. You had one simple task. You took a deep breath, and gave her a small, half-hearted grin in return. “I’ll start on the right side, you start on the left?”

Isabella nodded, giving you a look of encouragement. There were already other maids, dressed like you were, who were handing out drinks on the right side of the room. You scanned the space, trying to track which guests did not have glasses in their hands.

You decided to approach a beautiful, ivory skinned woman with blonde hair the color of the sun. Her blush colored gown was beaded with so many pearls, you were surprised she could move around with so much weight attached to the fabric. 

You bowed your head, just as Isabella had showed you, and offered her a glass of the wine. She paused her conversation with a handsome, dark skinned man and looked down at you, her face morphing from flirtatious to disgusted. She didn’t even bother to respond as she angled her back towards you, continuing her conversation.

You tried to brush off the annoyance and embarrassment that washed over you and turned, next making your way over to an older woman with graying hair. Her deep blue gown was much more simple but still caught the light beautifully. You bowed your head to her and once again offered up a glass of wine from your tray. 

“Thank you, dear.” She said quietly, accepting the glass. You nodded again, pleased. You backed away, allowing her to drink her wine in peace. Slowly, you handed out your entire tray of wine. 

For the next hour, you performed your own waltz to the melody that the musicians created in the center of the room. It had only five steps; go to the kitchen. Retrieve a new tray from Iseul, who still did not utter a word to you. Return to the ballroom. Hand out the wine. Return to the kitchen and repeat. 

On your eighth tray, finally, Iseul stopped you. You had reached for the fresh tray, but she put her hand on it harshly. “Let Nidora take it.” She said, her voice raspy. You retracted your hand and allowed the tiny redhead to take the tray, her eyes not meeting yours. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked quietly, resting your hands behind your back. You had thought you were doing very well, seeing as you had no experience with service. 

Iseul sat the dark blue wine bottle that she had been opening down and looked at you, her eyes holding nothing but disdain and hate. “I don’t like you.” She said flatly, causing your brows to shoot up.

“O-oh.” you said, fumbling for a better response. Everyone was entitled to their own feelings but…you hadn’t done anything to the head maid. Why was she stopping you to tell you this now?

There was a few seconds of awkward silence, before Iseul finally spoke again. 

“The only reason you’re here is because a Prince specifically requested you.” She said, crossing her arms across her chest. You took a step back, stunned by her words. Your mind instantly shot to Namjoon. He had been the only Prince to speak to you, and it was only a single order…had you bothered him in any way? 

Rae hadn’t acted as though anything was off…surely she would have told you if you had done something wrong? And if you had then why would he request you? Wouldn’t he want to not see your face? Unless - he was planning on punishing you in front of the entire ballroom?!

You began to shake. What could you have possibly done to anger him like that? He had received the right tea from Rae. Had he wanted you specifically to serve it? Would that really be enough to make him want to punish you in front of an entire ballroom?

Iseul snorted at your bloodless face, her smile cruel. “You’re just like that whore Kassie. You slept with one of them, didn't you?” She asked, leaning forward. “Now my neck is on the line. If you mess up, it comes back to me. If I wanted to get stuck with an inexperienced cleaning maid, then I would have just taken Rae’s position-”

“What are you talking aboutI?” You asked, cutting her off. You braced your shaking hands on the counter that she had been working on and leaned forward, panicked. “I haven't been sleeping with anyone!”

Iseul’s nostrils flared, and she uncrossed her arms, snatching the bottle of wine from the counter. “Your reaction tells me that you’re lying.” She said coldly, resuming her task of pouring the wine into the glasses. “I want you to know that if you make a single mistake, I will be the one beating you. And my rod is much more painful than Sanria’s.” 

You tried to open your mouth to defend yourself again, to question her - but she cut you off before you could get a single word out. “I do not care about your excuses.” She said, venom dripping from her lips. “Just get back out there and do your job. And do not fuck it up.”

You recoiled, flinching when she shoved a tray towards you. You knew that the dark haired maid wasn’t bluffing. If you messed up, she would know. And, standing there in an attempt to argue or get answers from her would only piss her off more. She was convinced that you were…involved, with a Prince. She had already made her mind up. It was best for you to try to brush it off and return to your duties. 

Shakily, you slid the fresh tray into your hand and made your way to the doorway, peering in. You were tense again, just as you were the first time you entered the crowded room. If Namjoon had requested you then you wanted to avoid the tall prince as much as you could. Though, you hadn’t seen him all night. Maybe it was a blessing, or maybe it was his plan to catch you off guard…?

You tried to steady yourself again as you noted the change in the atmosphere in the ballroom. The tables were now being rearranged as guests ran around with metal keys in their hands. It was the key matching game…

Your mind shot to the stableboy from before, and you frowned. You would have preferred being around him than in the mess that you were in now. You pushed forward and began handing out wine to the newly formed couples that stood and flirted, their keys glinting under the candlelight. 

You managed to empty two more trays, your stomach still uneasy from your interaction with Iseul, before a familiar tingling feeling began to flow through your veins. You reflexively gripped your empty tray as you looked around, a small shudder flowing through your back.

Then, a warm hand was on your shoulder. A warm voice whispered close to your ear, “I finally found you.” And you whipped around, your cheeks heating at the proximity. In front of you stood the stableboy that had lived in your mind for days, looking even more handsome than before.

You found yourself smiling and opened your mouth to ask him what he was doing there, why he was there instead of the stables. The question halted in your throat as a golden glint caught your eye from atop his head. A crown…

He was wearing a crown. 

#bts #yandere bts #yandere bts fic #bts fic #emeralds and blood #yandere hoseok #yandere jimin #yandere jin #yandere jungkook #yandere namjoon

[ningsols]

[CANON] MIRACULOUS dr

Kagami Tsurugi (Japanese: 剣 鏡; born November 20, 2005) more commonly known as Ryuko, is the holder of the Dragon Miraculous which contains the power of Perfection. She is not known as Rivera _____'s girlfriend as the two have promised to keep their relationship a secret in order not to be further pulled apart by Kagami's mother, Tomoe Tsurugi.

hero alias : ryuko

birth name : kagami tsurugi

date of birth : november 20, 2005

zodiac sign : scorpio

chinese zodiac sign : rooster

height : 163 cm (5'4")

mbti type : istj

nationality : french

how do we meet? : we meet at the private academy we both attend since our early childhood. we only get close within the past few years due to being partnered up in projects, otherwise we never would've run in the same circles.

relationship trope : friends to lovers to forced rivals to allies to lovers

relationship dynamic : moon & sun

things about our relationship :

✶ we’ll spend hours together not even talking; we really like to read together — we’re always recommending each other new books to read

✶ we help each other in school for the subjects that we aren't as good at

✶ most of my kitty section lyrics are about her, but despite how smart she is, she doesn't realize it

✶ we’re both also battling terrible comphet (kagami dating adrien; me thinking i like luka) and fears (tomoe threatening and forcing me to transfer schools halfway through the year is terrifying okay)

✶ but at the end of the day we both always choose each other

✶ she's very controlling of adrien because she wants him to act/be like me

✶ she instantly recognizes me as viveka

✶ she calls me noa so her mom doesn't know that we’re still talking

✶ 𓂂 ˚ ⭒ . ݁ . RELATIONSHIP PLAYLIST RIVERA X KAGAMI ♡

"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling. Good Luck, Babe!" Good Luck, Babe! Chappell Roan

Both Kagami and I have a hard time facing our comphet after Ms. Tsurugi forces us apart. Kagami finds herself attached to Adrien, becoming controlling because deep down she knows he will never be me. Meanwhile, I begin to think I have feelings for my bandmate, Luka, although he just reminds me of her.

"As we—Fall in too deep within our choices [...] What did our fate do to align?" Fragile Voices Adib Sin

This song encapsulates Kagami and I's relationship as we're on the edge of giving up on us because of the external forces forcing us apart. We're still so intertwined, in a way we don't even realize, and yet we feel each other slipping from our grasps.

"But with everybody watching us-our every move—we do have reputations. We keep it secret, won't let them have it" Once More To See You Mitski

Kagami has a lot on the line, and I have my own safety to worry about. We have to keep our relationship private—We have to cherish the little moments we have together so they don't take it away from us.

"So can we just close our eyes and undress our feelings inside? Our horoscope told me that we could be lovers—So, let's give it a try." Undress Adib Sin

Me after scripting even our horoscopes prove that we're made for each other!!! No but seriously, she's all about needing proof for everything to just trust, so this is my proof that we need to ignore whatever her mom or the world wants for us—we deserve to be together!!!

"You don't need a song, but just in case: You're my lover [girl] [...] My only you and no other [girl]" Lvr Boy Awfultune

Peep the Kitty Section reference. No but seriously, she's my lover girl as much as anyone tries to deny it<33

"Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid. [...] [She] was chaos, [she] was revelry." But Daddy I Love Him Taylor Swift

Kagami is the dutiful daughter, meanwhile I'm the chaos. It takes a lot of convincing before her mom is even okay with us being friends, given that I'm lesbian and supposedly "turning her daughter into one" .. But we push past the expectations and choose to be together

#✶ NINGSOLS #⭒ ∯ 𓏸𓈒 ⠀ ⃝ RIVER's drs #⭒ . ݁ canon miraculous dr 。 #shifting antis dni #desired reality #manifestation #shifting #shifting realities #manifesting #reality shifting #shifting blog #shifting community #miraculous shifting #shifting motivation #manifesation

[kstaki]

FLT Niigata Report

Actually wanted to just say some stuff I notice and thought when watching. No spoiler for the basic story plot just some stuff that caught my eye & opinion.Plus what I roughly remember from the Act 2 their talk and concert.

Btw Himeno & Rita are wearing Heels and Platform compare to G-Rosso.

I feel like in this story Rita seems to stand out (express themselves) a lot I love every moment they appear. (They do have their screaming moment 🫣) maybe I am bias but I did watch everyone looking out at things.

Yanma was wearing glasses 🤓 at one point lol

There is definitely the sibling moments in the story between Gira & Racles 😊 (Can I just spoil Gira call Racles Onii-Chan?)

There are some really good pairing moments 🫣

Also the props were amazing and I like how they make use of the stage to hide their OhgerCalibur and Kumonoslayer.

First show there were mishaps 😂

Like Rita was supposed to take out their OhgerCalibur from their back but was struggling to do so. There is an extra who usually helps them take it out.

Then Racles in Suit apparently had his cape caught in his horn while fighting 😂

Probably still have somemore but these two are one I remember 😆

(I can’t remember everything so I would say basically what I remember could be wrong i apologize but it a long day…)

Act 2 for first show

They first performed Chikyuu Dance ( Zenryoku King) yes Racles is also inside

Then they announce their guest.

Shiokara introduced himself normally while Morfonia introduced herself in Rita manner.

King solve problem

I think they took a question from audience, then they let Morfonia choose and she wanted someone with glasses.

I think they ask Racles do something but I forgot what it was 😅

Then there is another question like what to do about children like and dislike.

They all were discussing but we could still hear them talk can’t remember what they say in the end. I only just remember the guys admitting they have stuff they don’t like then Yanma saying he doesn’t like tomato but tomato sauce he can?

Afterwards

King Swap (I think that what it was?)

They are supposed to pull out a paper and act similar to the character that is currently on stage.

Gira was up and he acted like Racles but also in a silly way (if i remember correctly is like the Yano side)

Yanma act like Gira but somehow he sort of added himself inside. Since there was a part he acted like ‘Gira’ had to do this part but he couldn’t do it. So he ask Yanma for help who show it to him.

Matsumoto-San (MC) then ask audience who they wanted to do it hot fav was of course Jeramie.

He drew himself out but change then end up with Kaguragi. It was apparently about his muscles

Apparently Jeramie said something before hand (I forgot what it was) before saying like melon and showing off his muscles left and right before repeating the movement again but this time with the word watermelon.

At first beginning Kaguragi look slightly embarrassed like he didn’t believe he did that but soon join in doing same movement last word after watermelon which was pumpkin?

Matsumoto-San asked if Kaguragi if Jeramie got him right which of course being Kaguragi say it perfect.

They still had time so Matsumoto-San ask who they (audience) wanted do next everyone scream Racles.

Racles end up picking Shiokara, who infamous line is Yanma-Kun!!!

So yeah APPARENTLY RACLES DID TOO FAR! HE GOT INTO CHARACTER & STARTED RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE “YANMA-KUN” HE EVEN JUMP IN BTW THE RUN.

Once he was done Matsumoto-San ask Shiokara who deny ever doing that sort of run that Racles did. That happen to be like the Naruto run 🤣

Afterward it was the character song

When everyone was taking their penlight. Rita had wander behind I thought they were going to take a sip or something.

Morfonia was all set to just cheer until Rita told her they had work.

Morfonia upsetting put down the light stick just as Rita turn around to show they had zip down their collar. They straight went into Rittan mode.

Both of them started to dance and not so sure if Rita was singing while dancing 😅 (I like to believe they are) I really like them both dancing to the song especially how previously Rita had ask Morfonia to learn the dance the day before Sapporo FLT 😂 so I guess if Morfonia is around and Rita is singing she has to wor-I mean dance.

After Rita was done they announced next one was Gira-Chi! In which Gira had announced himself as Gira-Chi. They run off stage (now that I think about it maybe they went to change their shoes? Because I think it was difficult to dance in platform?) they came back when the song already start with their collar zip up.

Gira had a microphone instead in his hand to sing and in middle of performance Racles went up to him. Like a proud big brother cheering beside him while he sing (I can’t remember if he put his arm around his shoulder or not but I think so)

Then it ended they say their thanks to the audience. (I don’t recall first one but the next two is epic)

Second show time

Act 2

During the Chikyuu Dance (Zenryoku King) apparently Himeno accidentally turn wrong side but quickly turns. However Racles notice because he was beside her he was apparently sort of teasing her about it by his facial expression.

Basically it was like this left to right Yanma, Himeno, Racles, Gira, Jeramie, Rita and Kaguragi.

Then they introduced the guest Shiokara the same, Morfonia this time did it in Rita-Mofu voice.

They did a bit of small talk apparently if I remember correctly Matsumoto-San was asking Himeno about Niigata especially like she had like a friend or acquaintance. Then somehow Himeno refer she know from Murakami Erica (So yeah they are still them (character) in this show😂)

This time it wqs Skapon Tanuki game

Basically it was where you are given 2 different scenario & you just say ‘Skapon Tanuki’ to it. The rest have to guess which one so the scenario they are acting out.

(I don’t remember the scenario sorry)

Himeno was up first so she did her Skapon Tanuki. While the rest were discussing.

Himeno interacted with the fans to do penlight wave.

When they decided on their answer apparently Racles did an A pose which was like hand against his side and he did almost like a small split. They were all comment and laughing at him. Then Rackes was saying that the can do A clap for him which was two finger like ✌🏽 victory pose and then one finger on the other hand. Then clap the victory pose onto to the other one.

They got Himeno correct

Next was Gira who did a bit of wave but later just played with the audience. Like he move either left or right we had to copy him so like he was testing us.

Once they decided, I think they said B. Once again Racles did a B pose. I think it was like his arm curve to his side and one leg curve against the other. I forgot how they did the B hand 😅 but Gira said it was wrong.

They all question him and somehow Gira was figuring out how to explain so he took out a snack hidden him. He open it and start eating which everyone was questioning him what was he doing. He said he needed the snacks to explains. Yet while he was explaining they were all saying it didn’t seem like it. I can’t remember if he admit he might does it wrong or not (The Kings & aides refuse to be wrong lol)

Afterward Kaguragi turns who after he did his Skapon-Tanuki. He immediately ask the audience if they know his colour 😆 then Kaguragi just did whatever he can with the audience with the penlight while the rest discuss.

They guess it correctly and yes Racles still did his body pose answer 😂

Afterward it was like Niigata sort of promoting their prefecture, it was voluntarily. Yanma went up first then follow by Rita. Apparently both of them did food & in their roll call sort of momentum. (I don’t recall what they said 😭 but it sound & felt like that)

Yet Yanma was so impressed with Rita that he went up to sort of give their approval which is like fist bump. (Considering they always don’t get along lol)

Then Matsumoto-San said they can do one more. Somehow the audience sabotaged Racles to do it who was taken back. He really couldn’t think what to say and even if he did. It was sort of short which confused the rest. Only Yanma & Rita had the guts to sort of well applauded him but by doing the A applauded like I mention earlier. (I THINK THEY WERE TEASING HIM)

Racles was like stop itttttt he was like embarrassed.

Next was character song.

Himeno performed first while I can’t say much it a normal performance but I always notice everyone always trying to figure out the penlight colour 😂 (they always help out each other)

Next was Jeramie who performed

There was one part while he was performing Racles was being…playful and was like swaying side to side behind him.

Apparently if I remember correctly Kaguragi was still figuring out the colour with Rita then once he got it. He went over to Racles and then they started doing swaying side to side even while Jeramie was performing 😂

After that was final word so Racles wanted to do a call & response. So he did two one was

Call: Tami wa

Response: Dogu

Call: Watashi ga

Response: Kuni da

Basically it is infamous line. People are tool and he is country.

Jeramie was next I think drawing of heart. He did it before asking us to be silent before say aishiteru and with a bang? (I honestly cannot remember but I remember he did a bang)

As afterward I think Kaguragi also did a bang but I complete forgot because of the next part…

Rita was like I promise everyone we will be together forever. Then pause…does anyone want to be shot by me?

OF COURSE EVERYONE RESPONSE

Rita did the shooting pose and Bang!

(I nearly die…)

THAT I COMPLETELY FORGOT YANMA AND HIMENO but if I am correct Yanma was just saying Skapon Tanuki to us and Himeno call response.

Morfonia did call and respond but approval from Rita.

So she did

Call: Gokkan

Response: Fudo

Also the reason Yanma doesn’t do call & response if Shiokara is around since he do it for him so it.

Call: Yanma-Kun

Response: Kakkoi!

(Yanma-Kun is cool)

Gira had one too but I don’t remember 😅

Third show Act 2

Morfonia intro herself normally

It was like what does a King do on their off day.

Rita and Morfonia was up first apparently they both disappeared into the backstage. They had reappear on stage with Moffun fan and a big Moffun. Apparently they went shopping for Moffun.

I read somewhere the fan said Moffun hardcore fan? Then behind was 同担拒否 i am not sure how to translate that 😅

Morfonia was showing off her big Moffun while Rita was saying they got a small one given to them by their fav idol Iko Marina. Then they started calling out for them.

(In episode 38 Rittan idol, the idol that appear who thought she was in Sentai production)

And yeah Ikoma Rina was in the room (I read she show off her Rita’s towel I was on second floor so didn’t see)

Yanma and Shiokara were saying they weren’t sure how to top that…

They sort of did like a fishing trip 😂 where they haven’t caught anything until finally they did.

Only to be disappointed the reason they caught nothing because hook was stuck on Yanma’s shoes?

Then they did like janga? Almost like it a comedy skit

Then they had time for one more Matsumoto-San was asking? I think or he already decide. Since yeah Racles name got call again. (apparently he can’t take a break)

So it Gira & Racles

Apparently they choose scenario where Racles was waiting for Gira while queuing for food.

Gira finally arrive and Racles wanted to pull him to where he was waiting. However someone stop him saying it not good to cut line.

Racles was very persistent since he say Gira wanted to eat while Gira was trying not make a scene. It ended when they realize the person stopping them is Douga 🤣

Then they did janga also which Yanma and Shiokara were protesting 😂

Next is

Is Himeno selfish?

To honest I think all these moment is just when she not ahem in character ahem.

Matsumoto-San was asking everyone scenario.

Apparently Rita & Kaguragj kept raising their hand and trying to get attention only to get scolded by Matsumoto-San.

I know Kaguragi Rita and Racles? Yanma a bit also got give their input that she is not selfish.

I don’t recall much but I remember one being the pizza.

Kaguragi was saying like she would order pizza and sharing it with the rest.

Himeno just responded she wouldn’t be able to finished it that why.

Basically even scenario Himeno was just denying being not selfish.

Of course the audience had to decide if she was being selfish or not with the clap. Himeno was trying to get us to show she is selfish but of course 😆 she couldn’t.

So it concluded she isn’t selfish.

Finally the last part…

Apparently everyone decide to do call & response.

Racles was the same as 2nd show. Then Jeramie wanted to try it out and (he was being a bit mean lol)

Call: Jeramie Suki Kai?

Response: Daisuke!

He kept doing it but in between he was like about to say Kaguragi name but stop. (Usually he like to ask if they like Kaguragi too sometimes)

So yeah this is where the Kings start to get petty since like Jeramie was getting TOOO much attention.

Kaguragi was next.

Call: Tofu min wa!

Response: Chikyuichi

Kaguragi then like smirks to Jeramie

Rita was next who wanted to do cal and response also.

Call: Zutto

Response: Issho

Rita also smirks at Jeramie

Himeno was next

Call: Watashi ga tsuyokutte ittara

Response: Utsukushi

Himeno turn to smirks at Jeramie who wasn’t sure what to say but was just smiling about it.

(I love when they just want to out do one another like in G-Rosso the penlight! Sadly I don’t think Racles has a colour 🥲)

Of course Yanma didn’t bother since Shiokara did his call and response again like 2nd show.

Morfonia was like since Rita did already call and response she like never mind. Rita say she can still do like before

Apparently Morfonia got too excited and say can it be Gokkan & Rita? Rita probably a bit puzzle say ok

Call: Gokkan to Rita

Response: Fudo

Morton is joke that Rita cannot move from their spot then Rita was like then they cannot leave Niigata 😂😅

I save the best for last of course

Gira say he really thought long and hard for it his call & response since his last one was that good.

Call: Red Panda

Response: Gira Hasty

IT WAS SO FUNNY AND GOOD HAHAHA I will just like to say Gira won this ‘unofficial’ contest hahaha 🤣

Oh yeah at the end of the show Gira will always do call & response with us. His infamous line.

Call: Sekai O

Response: Shihai Suru!

Wahhh I don’t know how the people who go watch show remember so well. I don’t remember much but like bit and pieces…so yeah. Well I doubt my next event I have to remember much I think 🤣

Anyway thanks for anyone who read until the end and sorry if it messy hahaha I tried…

#ohsama sentai kingohger #kingohger #flt #fltniigata

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

dating yuuji headcanons <3

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

it goes without saying that dating yuuji is very . . . fun. it's definitely an experience

expect a lot of random hugs from behind, his arms wrapping around your torso and him practically tackling you to the ground (with love)

most of your dates consist of the two of you doing random, fun things around Tokyo

one time you went to a botanical garden and just walked around and talked for hours

but the most common outing for the two of you is to just walk around the streets of the city, eating mochi and stopping at all the stores that look promising

yuuji is *very* big on pda

he loves to hold your hand in public (like 24/7, I hope you don't need your hand for anything cuz you're not getting it back)

it makes him feel like everyone knows you're his >:)

he likes to keep one arm around your waist or a hand on your back, especially when you're in crowded places so you know he's there :')

he'll always switch sides with you so he's on the road side when you're walking on the sidewalk

his favorite things is to plant kisses on your cheek when you guys are hanging out with your friends :)))

most of your dates take place on the weekends when both of you are free from the responsibilities of studying jujutsu, but some of your favorite moments with him take place in the evenings after school

during the day, you would train all day out in the athletic field, sparring and fighting with your fellow students to sharpen your jujutsu techniques

after you showered and ate, it was usually the beginning of the evening, so you'd make your way to yuuji's dorm

the two of you always cuddle in his bed while watching movies <3

both of you are pretty much open to any genre, action, rom coms, etc

he also likes to binge watch movies, so you've binged marvel, harry potter, star wars etc. series

he always has your favorite snacks in his dorm for you when you come over 

his favorite snack for watching movies is skittles

he loves to cuddle with you in his lap and you wearing one of his hoodies

poor boy tries his hardest to stay awake during movies but he falls asleep three quarters of the way in :(

it's okay though because he loves to listen to you excitedly recap the movie for him (unless you fell asleep too)

he's happy to just cuddle with you all night even if it means missing the movie :)

the next morning, you're always the one that wakes up first

you love to just sit and watch him sleep <3

his fluffy pink bed head in the morning is freaking adorable 

when he wakes up, he lays there drowsily for a few minutes, just taking in your presence

he has to do a huge obnoxious stretch before getting out of bead, obviously 

before you head back to your room to get ready, he always squeezes you to his chest super tight and plants kisses to your forehead, telling you how much he loves you <3

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #itadori #itadori x reader #Yuji x reader #yuuji x reader #yuji itadori #yuuji itadori #itadori yuuji #jjk yuuji #jjk x reader