#has anyone noticed that? or is it just me ????

[pucksandpower]

MILF

Toto Wolff x wife!Reader

Summary: Toto knows his wife is a MILF … but this doesn’t mean he is okay with his son’s friends calling you that

Warnings: teenage boys doing teenage boy things

Based on this request

“Pass the schnitzel, darling,” you say to your husband as the three of you sit down for dinner. Your teenage son has just gotten home from school, and you can’t wait to hear about his day.

Toto smiles at you as he passes the platter of breaded veal. “How was school?” He asks.

Lukas shrugs as he takes a bite. “It was okay,” he mumbles through a mouthful of food.

You give him a look. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, sweetie,” you gently chide. Even though he’s almost an adult now, you still see your little boy in him.

Lukas swallows and straightens up. “Sorry, Mum.”

“So tell us about your day,” you prompt. “Learn anything new and interesting?”

Your son fidgets in his seat. “Well … some of the guys were talking about you today.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. “Me? What about me?”

Lukas glances uncomfortably at his father. “Just … stuff they saw online. Paparazzi photos from when we were on the yacht last month.”

Toto sets his fork down, his expression darkening. He’s no stranger to being in the public eye, but he’s always been protective of you and Lukas. “What exactly were they saying?” He asks in a carefully neutral tone.

“They, uh …” Lukas rubs the back of his neck. “They called Mom a MILF.”

“A what?” Toto sputters, while you have to suppress a laugh. You’re familiar with the crude term, given your substantially younger age compared to your husband.

“It’s not funny!” Toto says indignantly. “I won’t have people objectifying my wife like that.”

You reach over and pat his arm. “It’s okay, dear. I’m not bothered by it.” You turn back to Lukas with an amused smile. “I’m flattered those boys think your old mom’s still got it.”

“You’re not old!” Lukas protests loyally. “It’s just, you know, you’re a lot younger than Vati, and you’re really pretty, so the guys notice.”

Toto scowls, but you grin and blow your son a kiss. “Thanks, sweetie.” Your playful reaction seems to visibly relax him.

“This is unacceptable,” Toto shakes his head. “I should call the school. Get those little punks suspended for sexual harassment.”

“Oh Toto, don’t be silly,” you wave dismissively. “They’re just teenage boys. I’m sure they didn’t mean any harm.”

“It doesn’t matter!” He insists. “Your dignity and privacy should be respected, not exploited. People think because we’re in the spotlight that they can say whatever vulgar nonsense they want.”

You reach over again and lace your fingers through his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I know it bothers you, darling. But I married you knowing full well how public our lives would be. A little crude gossip comes with the territory.”

Toto opens his mouth to retort, then pauses, some of the indignation leaving his eyes. “I just don’t want anyone disrespecting you,” he says finally.

You smile softly. Even after all these years of marriage, your heart still flutters at his protectiveness. “I know. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

Lukas makes a face. “Ugh, gross. Can you guys not be all mushy right now?”

You laugh and blow him another kiss. “Sorry Lukas. I can’t help it — your father’s the love of my life.”

Toto smiles back at you, the anger fading from his face. “And you’re mine, schatzi.”

Your son pretends to gag. “Seriously, stop. I’m trying to eat here.”

You chuckle and spear another bite of schnitzel. “Alright, we’ll behave. Now, tell me more about the rest of your day ...”

The conversation moves on to lighter topics as you finish up dinner. You listen attentively while Lukas fills you in on the drama with his friend group and his struggles in history class.

After clearing the dishes, the three of you move to the living room. You curl up next to Toto on the couch while Lukas sprawls out on the carpet to play video games.

You close your eyes contentedly and rest your head on your husband’s shoulder. Despite the lifestyle that being married to Toto provides you with, this right here is your happy place — your little family, spending a quiet evening at home.

Toto wraps an arm around you and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Have I told you lately how lucky I am?” He murmurs.

You smile up at him. “Even after all these years, you still give me butterflies.”

“Good,” he says firmly. “I’ll tell you every day if I have to, until you’re sick of hearing it.”

Lukas groans loudly from the floor. “Could you guys be any more embarrassing?”

You and Toto both laugh. “What? I can’t tell my beautiful wife how much I love her?” He calls out in protest.

“Not when I’m right here!” Lukas complains. “Get a room or something.”

You grin mischievously. “That’s not a bad idea ...” you say, running a hand up your husband’s chest.

Toto’s eyes darken. “Minx,” he murmurs.

Lukas scrambles to his feet. “Okay, I’m out of here.” He gives you both a look of exaggerated disgust as he heads upstairs.

You and Toto chuckle as you listen to his bedroom door slam shut.

“Now, where were we?” Toto says in a low voice, pulling you closer. You bite your lip coyly as he presses his mouth to yours. No matter how many years go by, the chemistry between you is still electric.

You shift against him eagerly as the kiss deepens. His hands slide down to grip your hips, and you make a soft noise of pleasure. After nearly two decades of marriage, he knows exactly how to touch you.

“Tell me again,” you whisper when you finally break apart, slightly breathless.

Toto gazes into your eyes. “I love you,” he says sincerely. “I will always love you. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You kiss him again, tenderly this time. “I love you too, Toto. Forever.”

No matter what people say or how famous you become, your relationship has always been grounded in this — the unwavering love between you. The rest of the world falls away when you’re together.

You rest your head contentedly on his shoulder again, his arms wrapped around you. This right here, next to the man who still looks at you like you hung the moon, is home.

***

The next day after school, Lukas comes home with a few of his friends in tow. You’re just finishing up putting away the groceries when you hear the chatter of teenage voices approaching.

“Hey Mum, we’re gonna hang out downstairs,” Lukas calls out as the group of boys raids the kitchen fridge for snacks.

You smile and give them a little wave. “Hi boys. There’s more drinks in the pantry if you need it.”

The teenagers rumble acknowledgements through mouthfuls of food before thundering downstairs to your home theater room. You chuckle and shake your head. Teenage appetites are truly a phenomenon.

You’re straightening up the living room when you hear the front door open again, signaling Toto’s return from work.

“Hello, liebling,” he greets you warmly, sweeping you into an embrace.

You kiss him in welcome. “How was work today?”

“The usual madness,” he sighs. “But coming home to you makes it all worthwhile.”

You smile up at him adoringly. Even after all these years, your heart still flutters at his smooth compliments.

“Oh, Lukas has some friends over,” you mention. “They’re downstairs watching movies or playing video games.”

Toto frowns a little. “Those wouldn’t happen to be the same friends who were objectifying you?”

You pat his chest placatingly. “Now dear, we talked about this. Don’t make a fuss.”

“Hmph.” He still looks slightly disgruntled. “Well, I should at least go down and say hello.”

You follow him downstairs, where the group of teenage boys are sprawled out on the sofas engrossed in some action movie. Explosions boom from the surround sound system as CGI buildings crumble onscreen.

They look up when you and Toto enter. “Oh hey Mr. Wolff,” one of them says.

“Vati, you remember my friends right?” Lukas introduces. “Jason, Andrew, Ryan, and David.”

“Ah yes, nice to see you boys again,” Toto says smoothly.

Too smoothly.

You can sense the storm brewing beneath his polite façade.

Sure enough, as the teens’ attention returns to the movie, Toto clears his throat. “So I heard you boys were discussing my wife the other day.”

The room goes silent, save for the cinematic explosions still blaring through the speakers. The boys glance around uneasily.

“Um, we didn’t mean anything bad by it,” David finally offers timidly.

Toto raises an eyebrow. “Oh? So objectifying and sexualizing a married woman is not meant to be disrespectful?”

The teens squirm under his icy stare. You put a warning hand on your husband’s arm, but he continues.

“Let me tell you something about my wife,” he says, an edge creeping into his tone. “She is an elegant, successful, and highly intelligent woman. Not some piece of meat for you ogling schoolboys to drool over.”

The chastised boys all mumble apologies and stare fixedly at the floor.

Toto points a stern finger at them. “I trust there will be no further vulgar comments, or you won’t be welcome in this house again.”

“Yes sir,” they mutter. Lukas looks like he wants the leather couch to swallow him whole. You have to stifle a smile at your husband’s overprotective papa bear routine.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” Toto straightens his suit jacket. “Now you boys enjoy your … movie.”

He turns and heads back upstairs, with you following after an apologetic smile to the shell-shocked teens.

Once you’re out of earshot, you swat his shoulder reproachfully. “Toto! Did you really need to traumatize the poor kids?”

“I didn’t traumatize them,” he huffs. “I just … explained a few things.” At your skeptical look, he amends “ … Firmly.”

You shake your head in exasperation. “You’re impossible. I thought I asked you not to make a fuss.”

He takes your hands earnestly. “I’m sorry, schatzi. I just can’t stand anyone disrespecting you. You deserve to be treated like a queen.”

You soften at the sincerity in his eyes. “Oh Toto. You’re too good to me.” You wrap your arms around him in a conciliatory hug.

He holds you close. “Nonsense. I’ll spend every day proving you’re the most important thing in the world to me.”

You snuggle against his chest, reminded yet again how lucky you are. Even when he overreacts, you know it comes from a place of devotion.

“Just promise me you’ll go easy on the boys,” you say wryly as you pull back. “I think you scared them straight for life.”

Toto smiles ruefully. “I suppose I did get a bit … intense. But the message won’t do any harm.”

You laugh and kiss his cheek. “My noble protector.”

He grins. “Proudly.”

Later, as the boys are getting ready to leave, Toto stops them at the front door.

“Before you go, I have one more thing to say,” he announces. The teens glance at each other nervously.

Toto looks each of them in the eye. “If I ever hear of you disrespecting my wife again, I won’t be so kind. You see, she’s actually a MIDF … Mother I Do Fuck.” He enunciates the words pointedly.

The teens’ eyes widen in horror, and Lukas turns bright red. “Vati!” He hisses in embarrassment.

Toto ignores him. “So I would appreciate it if you kept your crude comments to yourselves next time.” He gives them a tight smile. “Are we clear?”

The boys nod rapidly. “Yes sir. Crystal clear, Mr. Wolff,” one mumbles.

“Good.” Toto claps his hands together. “Then get home safely.”

After the front door shuts behind the fleeing teens, Lukas rounds on his father. “Oh my god, Vati! Why would you say that?”

He shrugs unapologetically. “I wanted to make sure they got the message loud and clear this time.”

Lukas just shakes his head in mortification before stomping upstairs.

You slide your arms around your unrepentant husband. “You just couldn’t resist, could you?”

“They left with a healthy dose of fear and respect,” Toto says smugly. “I think my work here is done.”

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DpxDC #14

Idea that Tim is The Reincarnation of Danny but Ras is The Reincarnation of Vlad. I think that Vlad would get his Memories Back when Danny is born. it'd be really funny for him just to devolve into a comically evil supervillain when everyone's like he is a deadly danger and he's just laughing as he realized that his Nemesis has been born.

 I think Danny wouldn't get their memories back until a little bit after they've been Robin. It's their first near death experience and then they're like God damn it, can I never not be a vigilante. 

While Danny's on a mission in his early days as robin. he run into the league of assassins and end up getting kidnapped. I just want Vlad to try and intimidate this new Robin while Danny just locks eyes with him and knows. Danny will be like, you are no longer a threat to me. 

 Danny uses the Lazarus pit to talk to Clockwork to get Bruce back but as far as anyone is concerned he just went to the League of Assassins. It's also really funny if no one notices that they have this rivalry until after Bruce's back. like in Cannon where Ras wants him to be his heir but instead it's just Danny and Vlad who have way too much history not to throw down the second day they see each other. Everyone expects swords and verbal sparring when in reality they see each other and instantly fist fight.

#dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton #batfam #batfamily #batman #dc x dp crossover #vlad plasmius

[loserdiaz]

r/relationship_advice

u/hot_pilot84 • 2d ago

MY (40M) BOYFRIEND? (33M) IS IN LOVE WITH HIS BEST FRIEND (36M) AND IM THE THIRD WHEEL

I'm new to this reddit stuff, but a coworker suggested it, and I thought I'd give it a try. I probably should start saying he's not really my boyfriend??? We just started dating a few weeks ago, and it's been... interesting. But I really like him and he is a nice, sweet guy.

He recently came out, so I've been trying to be patient and understanding. But recently it's been hard to spend any time alone because his best friend is always there.

Now, I also like the guy, so I don't really mind, and to be honest, I kinda suspected from the first moment they were in love with each other. They both talk about each other all the time, and when we hang out together, I can't help but feel like intruding on an intimate moment I shouldn't be part of.

Like, our second date was at his sister's wedding and the best friend spent most of the time glued to our side. He has a son who my date adores, so they danced together for most of the party as well. It was cute, but again: it felt like intruding on a private moment.

Then we had a relaxing night at his place, eating take out on his couch and watching a movie.... when the best friend just, came in. No notice, no knocking. He has a key to the place and he just walked in. It was awkward at first but we insisted it wasn't a big deal so he stayed for tge rest of the night.

By the time I was leaving, my date was telling him to just get comfortable on the couch.

Another thing is. My date? Situationship? I don't know how to call it anymore. Well, I recently found out that he is the legal guardian of his best friend 's kid? In case anything happens? I wouldn’t find this weird at all if it wasn't for the fact this man has parents and sisters and other close family members that also have a less chance of dying along with him on the job. (They work together.)

Also. Recently, the best friend broke up with his girlfiend and called this guy in the middle of our date. So, he crashed again.

All of this to say, I'm not really hurt? This was new and sure, I like the guy. But to be honest my expectations were low. This is fairly recent, so it's not like my heart is broken and I just lost the love of my life. No, that's not the problem.

I just don't think these two know they're in love with each other, and it’s starting to get really uncomfortable for me. Should I say something? Should I talk with my date about it or just break things off and keep it vague, but that we should still be friends? Should I talk with both of them at the same time and confront the situation?

This is a situation I don't even know how to begin to get a handle on. Does anyone know where I should start?

rctherpcliarredditor • commented 1d ago

to be honest, i don't really have any advice for you. i just find this gay drama really hilarious. thoughts and prayers for you, my man 🙏🏼🙏🏼

twohottakes • commented 6hrs ago

definitely have a conversation alone with your date. point all of this out to him and tell him you don't wanna get in the middle if there's deeper feelings involved for someone else. all the luck to you, man!

storyreddit23 • commented 2hrs ago

talk to ur date!! and pls, post an update if u do. i wanna know how this ends.

#this is so silly #but im sick and this is the best i can do rn ig #eventually i will go back to my wips #reddit au #ig #tommy kinard #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bucktommy #??? kinda #buddie #buck x eddie #911 abc #911 on abc #my writing #april writes #buddie fic

[lawshambless]

Jealous || Zoro x Reader

Helloo!! Haven’t written a fanfic in such a long time but I’m currently on a one piece binge and Zoro has me in my feels eep

I really want to get back into writing so if you have any requests please send them through!!

warnings: nothing really, a tad bit of jealously from zoro

word count: 1.3k

Zoro knew that he had absolutely nothing to worry about. You were his and he was yours.

He wasn’t oblivious to the way you looked at him, everyone could see it - you gazed at him like he was the one who hung up the damn moon, eyes twinkling with soft smiles and blushes. There was never anything but pure adoration lacing your expression.

Zoro was no different - he couldn’t fight his lovestruck grin or the way his cheeks flushed whenever you were close. He would stare at you longingly even when you were just across the room.

It was clear to anyone - you were both stupidly, beautifully in love.

But right now, as Zoro silently stewed watching you chat with some random guy from another crew, oblivious to the way they kept eyeing you, Zoro could not control the jealously that was gnawing at his insides. He couldn’t suppress his scowl as you carelessly laughed and joked with another man, a bitter taste settling on his tongue.

Usually at gatherings like these, Zoro made sure he was near you. If he couldn’t be pressed against your side, he would be touching you in some other way; a leg wrapped around yours, an arm lazily slung across the back of your chair, his fingers gently playing with your hair, or a finger hooked around one of your own. The man was hopelessly lovesick and needed to have you close.

But tonight, you had been pulled away to the opposite end of the room and Zoro was forced to watch you from afar. He was visibly growing impatient, his scowl deepening by the minute as he waited for an opportunity to slide himself right next to you, where he belonged.

In the past, Zoro would have rudely interrupted the conversation, grabbing your wrist to whisk you away. But now, he was a changed man - he knew he had to suppress his caveman tendencies and wait until your conversation reached a natural lull. It definitely didn’t have anything to do with him not wanting to be on the receiving end of your scolding. Definitely not.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Zoro’s moment finally arrived. The guy noticed your drink was empty and quickly offered to get you a refill. You politely agreed and thanked him, bidding him farewell momentarily.

You knew Zoro had been watching the two of you and you found his impatience incredibly amusing. So when you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist and his fingers subtly slip under your shirt to graze against your skin, you couldn’t suppress your giggles. You subconsciously leant against Zoro’s chest, feeling your eyes slip close as your very clingy boyfriend buried his nose in the crook of your neck. He left small kisses on your shoulder, finding solace in finally being close to you. You laughed lightly when Zoro's body heaved against you as gently sighed into your skin and you couldn't resist pressing a chaste kiss to the side of his head. God, you just adored him.

“Honestly, I’m surprised it took you this long.” You teased, bringing a hand up to card through his soft hair, your fingers gently raking against his scalp. Zoro groaned, playfully nudging your head with his own.

“Shut up.” He muttered pathetically, tightening his grip around your waist. He knew he was being ridiculous, but he just couldn’t help it - he was a selfish man when it came to you.

“You’re so cute when you’re all jealous and brooding.”

“M’not jealous.” Zoro playfully nipped at your shoulder, grinning against your skin when you let out a shriek. Beaming widely, you turned in Zoro’s hold, looping your arms around his neck. Your stomach clenched and you bit down on your lower lip as Zoro slowly slid his hands up the outside of your thighs to rest on your hips, stepping between your legs to bring you impossibly closer. You loved the way he was looking at you right now - like you were the only thing that mattered.

“Whatever you say.” You sung out, unable to suppress the goofy smile on your face as you looked up at your adorable, dumb, jealous boyfriend. Zoro groaned, rolling his eyes and tilting his head back dramatically feigning annoyance, but you caught the glint in his eye.

“M’kay fine. I was.” Before you could grin smugly at him and begin your teasing, Zoro splayed his fingers across your back and pulled your chests flush together, pressing his forehead against your own. “Not my fault you’re just too damn irresistible."

You blushed profusely as Zoro captured your lips in a kiss. He nipped on your bottom lip, smirking when you groaned, your body all but melting in his embrace. Zoro’s hand cupped your jaw, his thumb gently tracing the column of neck as your lips moved lazily in sync. You tangled your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck, loving the way you felt his lips tug into a grin.

“Too. Damn. Irresistible.” he repeated lowly, a smirk on his face as he captured your lips in kiss after kiss. Zoro kissed you again and again, enthralled by the way you completely surrendered to him; you were putty in his fingertips.

“Come sit with me?” Zoro requested quietly as he gently kissed your cheek. Pulling back, you looked at him pointedly, raising your eyebrows.

“Zoro, I was talking with that guy, I don’t want to be rude-”

“Please?” He interrupted you. His voice was gentle and pleading, but it was the look on his face that made you cave. So vulnerable and open to your love, completely different from the stoic man you met a year ago.

“Alright, you buffoon.” You grumbled, feigning exasperation but inside you were melting. Especially when he shot you a boyish grin and grabbed your hand eagerly to intertwine your fingers. You inwardly swooned as he led you to a couch tucked away in the corner of the room, beaming at you over his shoulder.

Zoro sat first before pulling you close to his side, tucking you under his arm and lifting your legs to drape across his thigh. Sighing contently, you leant your head against Zoro's shoulder transfixed on the way his fingers delicately traced up and down your spine, lulling you into a perfect state of tranquility despite the chaos ensuing around you.

“Much better.” Zoro triumphantly grinned at you, smacking an obnoxious kiss to your forehead. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

“You’re so annoying. You’re lucky I love you.” Zoro could see the adoration in your eyes as you stared up at him; the pink blush that dusted your cheeks and the gentle smile that was reserved for him and only him on your lips was a dead giveaway. You leaned up and gently kissed him again, letting your lips linger for a moment before pulling away. Despite your joking tone, Zoro felt his heart thump painfully in his chest at your words.

“I know you do.” Zoro tried to act cocky, smirking smugly down at you but you were used to his antics by now. Rolling your eyes you kissed him once more, running your hands up his firm chest to rest on his shoulders. Pulling away you jutted out your bottom lip playfully and looked up at him with pleading eyes and Zoro couldn’t resist. He brushed his thumb across your pink cheeks and lightly traced your bottom lip.

The guy you were once talking to and his own jealously was a distant memory right now - all Zoro wanted to remember was the way you were looking at him, right now in his arms where you belonged.

“Love you so much darlin'.” He finally whispered, looking down at you with so much love you felt as though you were going to implode.

“I know you do.” You retorted cheekily. Cocking an eyebrow, Zoro hastily began digging his fingers into your hips relishing in your playful shrieks of laughter.

He was yours and you were his.

#zoro fluff #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro one shot #zoro roronoa x y/n #zoro x y/n #one piece oneshots #zoro roronoa #roronoa zoro fluff

[ldrfanatic]

two worlds collided

theodore nott x fem!malfoy!ravenclaw!reader

a.n. this is quickly becoming a theo obsession blog BUT I am open to requests for others

love theo in this piece.

to be added to my theo nott taglist just comment on one of my theo nott posts :)

synopsis - you're draco's sister but you're a ravenclaw. your father shunned you because he thought that voldemort wouldn't want you but when Nott sr is trying to find theodore a bride your father takes this as the perfect opportunity. over time you grow to genuinely care for one another.

warning - cursing, lucius malfoy is a prick, hitting, borderline verbal abuse, arranged marriage

accompanying song - never tear us apart (bishop briggs)

nav slytherin boys

"Father is asking for you."

Shock washed over you and you wondered if you submerged yourself into your cloud-like bed if Lucius would just forget about it. After carefully weighing your options, it seemed rather unlikely. You threw your navy covers to the side and shuffled awkwardly to the main dining hall where your mother, father, and older brother Draco were waiting.

Your eyes fell onto a rather scary looking man and another handsome figure who you recognized as Theodore Nott, one of Draco's friends.

"Daughter." The warm velvet tones of Narcissa Malfoy filled the air. After you'd been sorted into Ravenclaw, Draco and Lucius had shunned you. Narcissa had been the only person in the entire family still kind to you. Well, she and your estranged aunt Andromeda who you'd been secretly exchanging letters since third year.

"Now that the Dark Lord has gained strength, it is imperative that we maintain close connections within the Sacred 28." Lucius approached you, looking rather unhinged, and placed a large hand on your shoulder. There was a malicious look in his eyes that made the entire interaction all the more unnerving. "Once the Dark Lord begins his plans, he'll need people he can trust to continue the most important of magical bloodlines."

Your father took you by the shoulders and moved you to stand in front of Theodore and the mystery man at his side.

"This is Theodore Nott Sr. and his son, who I presume you know from school."

Nott Sr. glanced to the side at Theodore who snapped out of a sort of trance. He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it.

"Y/n."

You smiled but didn't say anything, waiting in silence for your father to elaborate. He and Nott Sr. had clearly formed some sort of plan. "You and his son are to be married."

"What?!" Your body whipped around of its own accord and you felt rage explode over your body. "You haven't spoken to me in years and suddenly you expect me to marry this man without even asking me if I wish to be married to him or anyone for that matter?!"

Lucius' hand came down suddenly. A loud 'whack' resounded in the room as the back of his palm made contact with your cheek. "You ungrateful little brat." He straightened his cloak and took what you supposed was meant to be a calming breath. "Draco noticed the way that you stared at the Nott boy in school. You ought to be more appreciative that I didn't choose that awful Pucey boy although he was more than willing."

Though you couldn't see, Theodore's nose turned up in disgust at the mention of Adrian Pucey. He'd taken a liking to you, completely undeterred by the elder Malfoy's numerous threats to stay away from his younger sister. Draco might've been appalled that you'd been sorted into Ravenclaw, but that didn't mean that he was gonna let that slimey tosser terrorize you.

Your gaze stayed on the floor for a few moments before you turned back around, muttering a small apology to Theodore and his father. Overall, Theo was quite handsome and you had stared at him more than a few times. He really was quite handsome.

Nott Sr. studied you for a few moments then turned to Theodore expectantly. "Why don't the two of you take a stroll and become acquainted while Lucius and I finish up the particulars." It was phrased like a question, but in truth he wasn't asking. The air was silent as you walked out of the room the brunette boy following diligently.

The cool air nipped at your exposed skin as the heavy oak door slammed shut behind you. It was always cold and dark in the area surrounding Malfoy Manor.

"I'm sorry Theodore."

"Theo."

You stared at Theodore like a fish out of water waiting for words of any intelligence to come to you. Finally, you stuttered out an ignorant 'Huh?'.

"Call me Theo."

Your heart beat loudly in you ears for a few moments. "Oh-kay," Theo began to mosey into the Manor gardens with you hot on his heels. He was quite tall and due to the length of his legs, every one step he took was nearly three of yours. "So Theo. I am sorry you got dragged into this."

"That's alright fiancée." Theo teased you with a smile that could make any girl weak in the knees. For a moment you felt as though you could almost forget that the both of you were being forced into this.

"Still. I know your reputation. I only ask that you keep your conquests separate from our entanglement."

An indescribable akin to hurt flashed in the eyes of the boy before you. As well as something you didn't quite recognize.

"My reputation?" You spluttered at him for a few moments once again making a fool of yourself in front of Theodore Nott.

"Theo I didn't mean to--"

"Whatever." He turned away from you and stalked angrily back towards the Manor, calling over his shoulder. "And it's Theodore."

The rest of the break passed by pretty miserably, as expected. You and Theodore had gone on a few dates, as demanded by both your father and Nott Sr. since the pair of you were courting now, but they were long and excruciating with little to no conversation.

Despite a summer that seemed as though it would never end, September finally arrived.

You were boarding the train with Theodore and Draco as your parents watched on. They'd been keeping an extra close eye on the pair of you. In all honesty, you and Theodore hadn't grown any closer in your courtship than you'd been as distant acquaintances the year prior. If anything, the walk in the garden at the start of your relationship had forced you further apart.

And though you'd pretended you didn't care, seeing Theodore with other girls was never something you'd enjoyed. Now, knowing that he'd be your husband sooner rather than later, the thought of Theo running around with some daft blonde Slytherin made your heart sink to your stomach.

Yet, as the year progressed, you and the rest of Hogwarts were unexpectedly surprised by Theo. Before you knew it, the first snowfall graced Hogwarts in November, and Theodore hadn't had any flings with any girls. He was even turning down girls that had been brave enough to approach him and make the first move.

Without your parents to keep the two of you tightly bound, you and Theodore hadn't spoken since the train in.

Through all of this, you hadn't expected to become close friends with Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl in Theo and Draco's year. But she'd walked up to you during breakfast one morning and the two of you really hit it off.

Hence why currently, you were sat on Pansy's bed while she worked on her charms homework. And she was putting her absolute all into trying to convince you to ask Theo to Hogsmeade.

"C'mon Y/n! It might be fun."

"If by fun you mean he'll humiliate me in front of the entire student body." You mumbled under your breath. You tried to tune her out so as to focus on the book you were currently attempting to read, but she was determined.

"According to Blaise Theo's been talking about you when Draco isn't around to glare at him for it."

"Look Pans, I know you're in love with the bloke but have you considered that Blaise may be confused? Or simply taking the mickey?" Pansy shot you an unimpressed look. "Theo and I haven't spoken since September. In any case, if he's turning down long legged red heads who are all but stripping in front of him, what makes you think he'd want to go out with me?"

"Because he's already agreed to speak with you in the Slytherin Common Room tonight."

"What?!"

Pansy ignored your protests and damn near dragged you down to the common room with an iron grip on your wrist. When you got there, Theo was spread out on one of the expensive leather couches with a cigarette in between his lips. Yet as he noticed you approaching, he immediately dropped it and put it out with a stomp on the stone floors.

"Y/n."

The sonorous tones of Theo's voice bounced off each wall of the common room and seemed to warm you from the inside out. His voice was so inviting that you almost believed you could actually do this.

There is, however, one thing to know about Theodore Nott. No matter how inviting or pleasant Theo's aura is, you'd made a promise to yourself not to look him in the eyes. You knew that if you made the unfortunate mistake to look Theodore Nott in his malachite eyes, you'd lose all ability to think, speak, even breathe properly.

It wasn't until you saw his shoes enter your line of sight that you knew that he'd approached you at all. Worse, when his large hand found purchase under your chin and lifted your gaze to meet his, you knew that you were well and truly fucked.

In that most regrettable moment, you realized how much you'd fallen in love with Theodore. During shared hushed dates and the rare moments of laughter. Theodore Nott had completely enraptured you. And you realized much too late to do anything about it.

So now here you stood. Lost in the beautiful blues and greens of your fiancée's eyes. You were completely, 100% at Theodore Nott's mercy. And likely not for the last time in your life, you felt the urge to give into him. He was a sin that you'd willingly drown in.

"Bellisima," Theo's voice thickened as he spoke. You couldn't understand what he was saying nor could you place the language. But in all honesty, you hadn't known that he even spoke any other languages. His tongue wrapped effortlessly around each syllable and his voice deepened even more than usual, if possible. "I asked you a question."

"Huh?"

"You've been avoiding me." He stepped closer and your heartbeat spiked. "Why?"

Why had you been ignoring Theo again? How could you, or anyone for that matter, ever dream of not giving this devastatingly handsome man everything he desired and more? Oh yeah. Your wretched father.

"You've already been roped into entrapment with me and then forced to hang out with me all summer. I didn't want to cause anymore turmoil to your peace than I already have."

Theo's lips pursed and his eyes narrowed. Once again you'd gone and offended the poor boy.

Immediately, you opened your mouth to apologize, but he cut you off.

"D'you know for a Ravenclaw, you really can be rather thick sometimes?"

You felt your jaw drop in shock. The small grin he currently sported on his face let you know that he'd obviously been teasing. And for the umpteenth time since knowing him, Theo stole your breath with his stupid mesmerizing smile.

Yet, through all of that, he was right. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Theo finally seemed to get the hint that he was going to have to spell this out for you.

"I know you probably don't know this about me, but I never do anything that I don't want to. No matter who's asking."

You continued to stare at him blankly. Had he hit his head during the last quidditch match?

Theo ran a hand stressfully through his hair. He grabbed your wrist and led you back to the couches where you settled comfortably in the seat next to him, careful to maintain a respectful distance. "Merlin, Y/n. Turns out you Malfoy's are all slow."

"No offense." He added on quickly when he saw the look on your face. "That's not the point. Y/n I never would have agreed to this engagement with you if I didn't actually want to. I know that you did not get a say in the matter so if you truly wish to live our lives separately, I will respect your choice." Theo gently pulled your hand until it was safely tucked in between both of his larger ones.

"But whatever your decision, know that I am yours. I have wanted nothing more in the past few months than to be by your side. And every moment I spend without you is inexplicable torture for my soul."

"Theo."

He shook his head and cradled you face between his palms.

"No. My mother had a saying. Lascia che la vita accada. It means 'let life happen'. She believed that the only way to truly know if something is meant for you is to let life make it happen on its own. So take a few days. I'll meet you Saturday morning in the Great Hall. But know that if you agree to be mine, Tesoro, you'll be mine for eternity."

To say that staying away from Theo in the days following was easy would be a complete and total lie. When you told Pansy about the conversation the pair of you had (or lack thereof really) she'd all but exploded.

Finally, Saturday morning rolled around. You'd genuinely thought about all your options and you'd come to a decision. The only issue with Theo's plan is that Saturday was the infamous Gryffindor v Slytherin Quidditch match. The Great Hall was bustling in seas of only red or green. You were sporting a dark green jumper, a show of obvious support for the Slytherin team.

Those of your house that favored Gryffindor looked on at you with disdain as you stood from your bench and began making your way to the Slytherin table in search of Theo. He was one of Slytherin's chasers so trying to find him during such a hectic morning proved difficult.

As you walked up and down the table, a familiar figure appeared in front of you.

"Ahh Malfoy. I've been looking for you. I was wonderin' if you'd wear my jersey."

Before you had time to respond or even acknowledge the situation at all, Adrian Pucey had shoved his green and silver practice jersey into your arms. It was an incredibly common practice for girlfriends and boyfriends of Quidditch players to wear their partner's jerseys to their games for good luck.

The hall fell silent as the sound of glass breaking reverberated through the air. You looked to the source of the noise. Theo had stood so abruptly from his seat next to Blaise and Lorenzo that his entire breakfast went flying and ended up on the floor.

He was staring at you with clear ache in his eyes. Suddenly, he swung himself over the bench and stormed out of the room.

You threw Adrian's awful smelling jersey back at his face and ran frantically after Theo.

"Theo!" He ignored you and continued walking briskly even as you approached quickly on his heels. "Theodore please. Just let me explain."

"You don't owe me an explanation, dolcezza ragazza. You've made your choice."

"You've got it all wrong. That's not my decision. I don't want that." You cried out as tears brimmed your eyes. The thought of losing Theo because of Adrian Pucey was mournful.

"Hey, hey. Calma tesoro. Breathe." Theo's hands one again found their way to your face. He gently thumbed the tears from your face. "Don't get yourself all worked up. I'll always listen to you."

"Adrian he just sort of threw his disgusting jumper at me. I don't want him. I only want you. I'm yours, Theodore Nott, completely and without hesitation."

The grin on Theo's face was nothing short of heart-stopping.

"Does that mean you'll wear my jersey at the game today?"

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“I’m in love with you!” Series

Alhaitham x reader Summary — Alhaitham has never been one for social interactions - in fact, neither of you knew each other in the first place. His pride never allowed anyone to befriend him fully. Until you decide to confess your love to him bluntly one morning, ultimately changing his perspective about you. TW : angst-comfort, unrequited love, strangers to enemies to lovers, possible smut, aged-up characters, suggestive themes. MINORS DNI word count : 3k

pt. 3 - "If you needed help, you could've just put your pride aside."

pt. one | pt. two

“If you needed help, you could’ve just put your pride aside.”

Alhaitham sat beside you, tissues and Tylenol in one hand, books in the other. There were no emotions on his face as he took out two pills for you and grabbed a water bottle from his bag.

The week of studying for mid-terms would've been amazing, even easy for you if it weren't for the horrible sickness you had gotten after a night out for drinks. That would explain the dizziness and headaches when you ran into Alhaitham. It has been halfway through midterm study week, and every day Alhaitham and you had scheduled time in the library... together.

Honestly, it wouldn't have bothered you as much if it weren't for the wet dream you had of him burned into your eyelids every time you so much as glanced at him.

In the library, sick as hell, you couldn’t help but notice his muscles. His arms flexed ever so slightly as he was caring for you. Even though his eyebrows were scrunched up, his eyes were still the same glowing soft teal. His abs prominent under his shir-

“Are you here to study or oogle at me until you die from a fever?”

Your face flushes, avoiding your gaze from him. There's no excuse for how you were borderline drooling over the man. Usually, you weren't this bold, but as of late (maybe due to the fever) you've been more and more bold. Especially with your little dream you had...

Your neck heats up even more at the thought of it. Quickly you take the pills and water out of his hand, instantly chugging the water and downing the pills.

"Let's, uh, just focus." You mumble, already opening a page of one of your many textbooks to study over. Alhaitham smirks at your response, observing the way your face heats up. Or maybe it was the fever…

"Do you think you could even focus with how hot you're burning up?" He leans forward, hands raising towards your forehead. Feeling his rough hands against your skin made you heat up even more, burning sensations going to your cheeks. You look into his teal eyes, almost a glow in them as he stares back, his hand still caressing your forehead.

Your heart picks up its pace, something about him hypnotizing, almost like it's drawing you closer. Maybe you didn't like him before at all, until now.

Cause he had never made your heart go so fast as it is now.

Alhaitham breathed out, "Yeah you're hot."

There's no way you could be any hotter, thighs pressing against each other. Maybe for some sort of friction or comfort. But one thing you did know was that you needed to end this before you got too carried away.

Alhaitham for some reason didn't mind being so close, nor touchy as of recently, almost like something within him changed, like he actually wanted to be around you. Or dare you even say, touch you.

But part of you just thought you were thinking these things because of your little fascination with him, nothing more. Just delusion. Even though deep down you knew you craved some sort of attention from him.

The library had this warm tone throughout it, barely anyone was there as it was already late noon. The both of you are seated in a secluded corner surrounded by the beauty that books hold. Books and papers are displayed everywhere, just the two of you together. It was almost intimate in a way.

You sigh out quickly and avert your eyes. "Alhaitham..." mumbling off, you turn your head to the side, trying to focus on a piece of paper and the racing pace your heart was going. "We should uhm, get back to this."

Alhaitham chuckled a little, the sound addicting. 'Gods, everything about the man is too much.'

He complies with your wishes, much to your dismay, and adjusts himself in his chair. Hours go by as silence ensues between the both of you, trying not to feel his burning gaze every so often. Every time he so much as glanced at you, you clenched your thighs or adjusted your position.

After the 7th time, you finally snap. "Why did you want to study together?"

Alhaitham's eyes quickly dart to yours, tilting his head a little as he leans on his hand. "If someone wants respectable work done, they choose someone competent. So that's what I did." Simplicity is his specialty by far.

You narrow your eyes a little, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "Mhm, because you definitely go out of your way to help a sick person as long as they're as competent as you." You laugh a little and roll your eyes, referencing how he brought water, medicine, and tissues for you ever since he found out you had gotten sick.

He's not convincing, it's almost like he tries to be more condescending when he's lying. You look up at him, a blank expression written on his pale complexion. You slightly wonder what's going on in his mind, what he thinks when he looks at you with nothing.

Meanwhile, Alhaitham was trying to come up with an excuse, his mind scrambling. This was all new to him, the feelings, the words, the out-of-character reactions. He didn't know what to do, but he did know that he still wanted to be around you. It was all so out of place to the silver-haired man.

And for one of the rare times for the smart-ass man, he admitted defeat.

"Touche."

Mid-terms had passed by without a hitch for the most part. Nothing out of place, nothing out of the ordinary. Things were going back to normal, Alhaitham had been busy with his little self-made projects, and you had been busy trying to make sure everything was in place for the next term. Both of you passed with the highest scores in each class, of course, and both of you moved on.

Winter break coming up afterward, it was nice to be halfway through the year already, getting closer to the degree and career. After mid-terms, it was like anything that took place between Alhaitham and you and never happened. Sure, you thought about him from time to time. Like when you went to the library, or to that one bar, the park. Just little places that in all honesty reminded you of him.

But you had to remind yourself that there was nothing to begin with, that Alhaitham was never one for romance, and he wouldn't start for you. At least that's what you thought.

And maybe that's why you had accepted a date from one of your fellow classmates over break, to branch off from Alhaitham.

Or at least try to.

A local cafe, small secluded, and cozy. Good for a one-on-one conversation and date. No distractions, nothing too uptight or expensive. Perfect, the ideal date scenery and scenario.

So why weren't you having fun?

Both of you sat across from one another, already ordering off of the menu, he had obviously wanted to start a conversation. But to your dismay, it was just idle conversation about the weather or how you looked.

Don't get yourself wrong, he was an attractive guy, dark hair with dark eyes, and chiseled features. Even his bright aura, and how smiley he was, were inviting, nonetheless. He was, and is, very attractive in your eyes yet, there was nothing.

You had tried to smile, at least wanting to give the guy a shot after all. But every time he'd drone on and on about some sport or activity, Alhaitham's eyes would come to your mind; his lips, slight smirks, even his aloof nature.

"H-hey are you there?" his voice suddenly spoke up, clearly trying to get your attention in some way. His eyebrows pinched, slightly leaning in closer to you. 'Shit I spaced out again.' You advert your eyes and look at your cup, laughing a little to blow it off.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't get much rest last night." You say, trying to sound as convincing as possible, giving a half smile. He smiles back and shakes his head, still leaning towards you.

"It's okay, I totally understand. If you need anything just let me know..." Again, he smiles. And maybe he's just a smiley person, or maybe he wants something from you. "Well, do you want to talk a walk while we chat? It's getting a little stuffy in here." he proposed, already getting up to throw away any trash at the table. You look a little surprised and stand up, getting your coat and adjusting your skirt. "Okay..." you trail off as you both head out the door, his arm coming up and around your shoulder as you walk.

Uncomfortable. That's what you feel as you feel his arm around your shoulders. He was attractive, nice, friendly, and even caring. So why did you feel so uncomfortable? Everything should feel perfect, with the two of you walking down the street, him talking your ears off, arm around you. Maybe you just needed to get used to it, maybe you just needed to be around him some more and then the butterflies will come, and your heart will race.

At least that's what you told yourself.

Maybe he could sense something wrong as he suddenly stopped walking, retracting his arm from you.

It was silent, you turned his way a bit and waited; waited for irritation or questions to start spewing from the man's lips. But instead of words, he just got closer. Backing up, your back hits the side of a building. Your breathing quickens. You weren't scared, per se, but on edge.

"I don't know how you feel about me... Throughout our whole date, you seemed like you weren't 100 percent there, and that's okay. Whatever is on your mind I... I want to know. And be there for you." He gets closer, dark eyes looking down at yours. In front of you, he puts one arm on the building wall beside your head. Your heart quickens, 'What the fuck is going on.'

You clench your fists just in case anything happens. His face gets closer to yours, almost like he was trying to go in for a kiss. "But I... I just wanted you to know that I like you. A lot... And I want you to give me a chance." His face gets even closer, going in for a kiss. Your eyes start darting around, almost like you're panicking.

There aren't a lot of people on this street, looking around as you scan for an exit. It was almost like he planned this, making sure there weren't a whole lot of people around to see or interfere.

'This isn't what I want, this was never what I wanted.' You quickly press your hand against his chest, stopping his advancements.

"Listen you're- you're a good guy." You start to say as you try to calm your voice. "And you're very sweet, and kind and caring-"

"And that's why I think I'm good for you!" He exclaims, smiling and picking up your hands in his. 'This isn't going well.' You start shaking your head and chuckling a little, trying to come off as nonchalant. "No, I-I don't know. I'm just so busy with studies and my career that-"

Suddenly his expression changes to one of anger, "Then why did you accept my date in the first place?" You scramble to explain yourself, to try to not come off as rude as you are. The dark-haired man suddenly sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I should've listened to people when it came to you." You quirk your eyebrows at the man's statement, lips in a thin line of discontent. "Excuse me?"

He grabs your hands again and squeezes them a bit forcefully, coming even closer to your body as he breathes angrily. "I've heard so much shit about you. And I chose over and over again to deny every single one of those accusations. That you play with people's feelings, only and ever study your fucking life away. That you're a whore for that stupid mathematics major dude. Oh, Alhaitham was his name, the prick who doesn't even want you."

His words are laced with venom as he presses you into the wall even more, slightly getting more aggressive the more he talks. "And here I am!" he raises his voice, hands still grabbing your wrists tightly.

"Get the fuck off me, dude!" You yell, anger flashing in your eyes as you try to get your hands free from his grasp. He leans in more towards your ear, starting to whisper. "Here I fucking am trying to be the one person you need. The one person that actually might want your bratty ass."

Rage burns in your eyes as you knee him in the crotch, automatically having him crouching on the ground groaning. You scoff and make sure you have your pepper spray in hand. “Honestly if anyone knew you were such a fucking dickhead pervert I don’t think anyone would’ve gone out with you.” You start walking off, trying to find a bus station or something so you can go back home.

But then suddenly someone yanked you back into an alleyway, instantly covering your mouth. Panicking you immediately try to struggle against the person. Hands covering your mouth as your back is against the person's front, there’s no way for you to really see them. Your heart starts beating fast, hearing it inside your head. ‘Fuck, and I gonna fucking die?’

“Shh shh, hey it’s fine.” A deep voice says, clearly trying to soothe you. “It’s just me sweetheart, no need to worry.” You look at the person's arm, seeing the black gloves, and feeling a cold ring against your lips. Something clicks inside your mind. 'Alhaitham.'

Making sure that the man left, clearly trying to find you, Alhaitham eases up a bit. Wanting to wait a bit before removing his hand, wanting to make sure that you were safe. Alhaitham closes his eyes tightly at this realization, silently cursing himself for being such a fucking idiot.

A weight lifted off your chest, heartbeat already starting to slow. Seeing you calm down almost instantly, he slowly took his hand off your mouth and turned you around to face him. His eyes dart around your face for anything out of place. Caring. You look up at him, a sense of safety coming over you as you hug him. You didn't know what came over you, but honestly, you just needed a hug - this whole day had been stressful and scary as a whole. Shock comes across Alhaitham's face as you hug him, feeling your arms wrapped around him securely making him heat up. Until suddenly you push him.

"What the fuck was that earlier?" You suddenly ask, clearly angry with how he borderline manhandled you... (Not that you were really complaining.)

Alhaitham rolls his eyes at your transgression and sighs crossing his arms. "Not even a thank you for saving your ass. Typical."

Alhaitham wasn’t one for petty remarks. In fact, if anyone else had said something like that he’d just walk away. Not a care in the world. But maybe he had a soft spot just for you. How sweet.

You narrow your eyes and huff, "I didn't need your help. I'm very well capable on my own." You pulled my skirt down a little as it got frilled up and started to walk off. Until he yanked you, once again. You give him an annoyed look as his hand is still around your wrist. Looking up at him, you can tell the tips of his ears are red as he looks down at where you adjusted your skirt.

You scoff again and roll your eyes, "Pervert." His eyes snap to yours as Alhaitham turns beet red. "Listen, okay? I understand you're more than capable of taking care of yourself. It's just..." Alhaitham hesitates slightly, covering his mouth with his hand. "I was... Observing you." Your eyes widen, 'Oh so a pervert and now a stalker.'

He quickly takes your hand, "Not in a creepy way, I... I was just in the cafe when I saw the two of you." Alhaitham tries to look into your eyes, almost asking you to believe him. To not associate him with the man you went on a date with. He sighs out closing his eyes as his face gets closer to yours. "I got curious and followed you. I know that sounds creepy, but I was just trying to make sure you were alright."

"And why do you care?" Your heart starts racing again, not in fear. Nerves? Yeah, just nervous.

"I... I, unfortunately, don't know." Alhaitham chuckles a little, he never really expected himself, out of anyone, not to know something especially when it came to himself. Out of the ordinary.

In return, you chuckle a bit, "The Alhaitham doesn't know something?" You tsk and bring your hand to his cheek, eye contact very prevalent. "Never thought I'd see the day."

Maybe it was how close the two of you were.

Alhaitham suddenly leans in, glancing at your lips as if asking for permission. Your breath hitches as you gravitate towards his lips.

Maybe it was how scared you had been earlier on your stupid date.

Alhaitham breathes out shakily, swallowing. "Tell me to stop."

Or maybe it was the fact that you still had feelings for the silver-haired man.

Still cupping his face, you shook your head lightly, "Don't."

Or how hard his heart was beating.

Still in the alleyway, Alhaitham closed the gap between you two, one hand on your neck and the other on your waist. Pressing his lips against yours, he groans wanting more.

Maybe it was that Alhaitham was slowly falling in love with you, and that's why he decided to destroy it all.

pt. four here | “I’m in love with you!” Series M!list

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[dazed-and-confused23]

Dear Heart and Gentle People 3

Summary: It's been a couple of months since you've seen your ghoul. Neither of you expects to cross paths in the Mojave.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Warnings. Some heavy putting and kissing here. Alcohol as well, i guess exhibitionist behavior?

Part 4 -> HERE

Freeside is one of the largest and relatively safest cities that Cooper has been to in his two hundred years on this cursed Earth. People still try to kill him, what's new, but this place has tall stone walls and well-meaning gangs that patrol the broken streets. The Kings make him huff and twist his lips as nostalgia hits him like a deathclaw.

The only bar in town is called The Atomic Wrangler, and Cooper castes his gazes across the bar and stage before he turns to the twins who own the establishment. They introduce themselves as Francsine and James Garrett, and Cooper tilts his hat in a greeting and orders a stiff drink.

Several hours later, he sits at a table, legs extended and pleasantly drunk as he laughs with the other patrons of the bar at the comedian on stage. He makes a sound of confusion when a shadow suddenly falls upon him, and then there is a smoothskin blocking his view. The curse that bubbles falls to the wayside when he looks up and realizes that it's not just any smoothskin. It was his.

You smile down at the Ghoul, that familiar amused quirk of your lips that Cooper hadn't realized he'd missed so much. So much had changed since the last time he had seen you, that this almost felt like meeting you for the first time all over again. Coop blinked up at you, jaw dropping as you step between his open legs, and proceeded to sit in his lap.

"Fancy meeting you here, cowpoke," you say, and despite his brain being soaked in alcohol, Cooper wasn't a complete fucking idiot. His hands find your hips and drag you close, manhandling you until you sit pressed flush to his front, your core already hot and pulsing with need. His cock throbs in his pants, and Coop bucks forward, a quiet sigh of pleasure escaping him at the friction.

"I'm too drunk for pillow talk, baby," the ghoul rumbles and his hands find your ass, massaging the globes harshly, and ruts up in a slow grind against your covered cunt. He finds your eyes, licks his teeth, and dives in to bite along the collom of your throat. He trails up your jaw and then your cheeks, lingering there as he hisses in your ear.

"Better get me outta here before I fuck you in front of all thae people. Give 'em a real show."

Your thighs quake at the dark promise, and you have to really think to yourself. Would anyone notice? Would anyone care?

Cooper watches your reaction, and a slow, evil grin creeps along his face. One hand leaves your ass and slides around, his thumb slipping between the apex of your legs and rubbing against your clothed clit. The pressure has you cursing quietly and falling forward, your face resting in the crook of the ghoul's neck. He laughs, rough and deep in your ear.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Darlin'. You'd want to show everyone in here just who you fuckin belong to."

You hiss through your teeth, already feeling like you're at the end of the rope. You hump against his hand, wanting to come so badly it hurts. Cooper goes back to sucking dark marks into your flesh, teeth nipping harshly, and it takes an embarrassingly quick time for you to tip over the edge.

Cooper swallows your whine with a kiss, shoving his tongue past your lips and tasting the nuka and rum you'd had earlier. He keeps you close as you come down from your high, kissing you until you have to push yourself away from him.

You already look fucked out, but Coop isn't nearly done with you, and tucks his arms under your ass and stands from his seat. He marches to the bar, where James hands him a key to the corner room upstairs without a word.

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[buckys-metal-arm]

Exploring Bucky’s Body

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: When Bucky feels self-conscious about his scars, you take a moment to remind him how perfect he truly is

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity, hurt/comfort, Angst and fluff, insecurities, Sad!Self-Conscious!Bucky, pet names (Sweet Boy, Sweetheart, ), no y/n used, no pronouns used beyond "you"

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Bucky has been off all day.

No one else seems to see it, he’s gotten good at hiding it from most people

But you know him better than that, you can see how deep in his own head he is

The distant look in his eyes, the fact he’s even quieter than usual, the way he tenses when anyone touches him, even you

He assures you that he’s fine when you ask, that nothing’s wrong, but you know him

You decide not to bring it up again until the two of you are laying down to go to bed that night

You notice he still has a t-shirt on as he gets ready to settle in, which is strange because he almost always sleeps without a shirt on, adoring the feeling of your skin against his own

So you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing a little kiss to the crook of his neck

“What’s on your mind, Sweet Boy?” you whisper. Bucky didn't look at you, “you know you can talk to me, Honey. Please, what’s wrong?”

He shrugs, avoiding your gaze

You sigh, and go to reach under his shirt to rub his back when you hear a sharp inhale

“Buck? Are you okay?”

“Don’t,” he whispers, “don’t touch them. Please.”

“Don’t touch what?”

“The scars.”

Realization hits you instantly

Bucky gets in his own head, so nervous about how others see him. How you see him.

“Bucky…” you move in front of him, sitting in his lap and taking his face in both hands, “you know I love your body…”

“Don’t act like you don’t hate them,” he murmurs, eyes still refusing to meet yours, “you don’t have to lie–”

“Ssshhh…” you wrap your arms around his neck, guiding his head to your shoulder and running your fingers through his hair, “I’m not lying. I love every part of you.”

He still won’t meet your gaze, so you decide to try something

Sliding out of his lap you softly ask, “Sweetheart, can you lay down for me?”

He cocks his head, finally looking at you, eyes full of confusion

“Just trust me, okay?”

Finally, he does as you ask and settles in bed, resting his back against the headboard

You slip off your shirt

You slip your shorts off as well, fully naked in front of him.

He’s surprised, to say the least

“Doll?”

“Would it be alright if I was on top of you?” you ask.

He nods, still confused as you straddle his hips

Your hand finds the waistband of his boxers

“Can I take these off?” you ask.

His eyes flit around, biting his lip as his body goes tense

You can see the conflict in his blue eyes, desperately wanting to be against you but also so nervous about being seen

Finally, nervously, he nods, and quietly says “yes.”

you slip them off, and his underwear is on the floor

Your hand runs along the hem of his shirt, “can I take this off?”

He pulls back, terrified to let you see him

“I promise, I won’t hurt you, Baby Boy,” you whisper, “just want to show you how perfect you are.”

He’s nervous, you can tell, but he slowly slides it off, you assisting him

Once he’s fully bare, you begin to gently run your hands along his torso

“D-Doll,” he gasps out, eyes fluttering, “don’t…”

“Shhhh, just lemme touch you,” you lean forward and kiss his cheek, “just lemme admire my Incredible boyfriend.”

Your fingertips draw shudders from his body and gasps from his lips, shocked by your gentle touch

Nothing sexual, just you dragging your fingers along every mark, every scar, every tense and taut muscle, every dip of his ribs

Exploring his body with the softest, most gentle feather-light touches

“How?” Bucky whispers, his voice full of emotion. You look up at him and see tears forming in his eyes, “how could you like touching them?”

You reach out and cup his cheek, wiping the tears with your thumb.

“Because you had to be so strong and so brave for so long, Baby,” you lean down and kiss a slash along his ribcage, causing him to gasp, “your scars reflect that. They show how hard you fought, and that you survived. You made it through, and stayed the same kind, gentle, loving man that Steve told me stories about when I first joined the team. You’re a warrior, Bucky. And these show that. They’re a part of you, and I think they’re so beautiful for that.”

He doesn’t respond, but looks up at you with eyes filled with love as you lean forward

"You're so beautiful, Bucky. Every inch of you is perfect," you whisper, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear, "I love you."

He holds your face with both hands, pulling you in for a soft kiss, tender and full of love.

“I love you too.”

#bucky barnes #mcu #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #mcu bucky

[e-hibiscus]

Pardon me being in my plushie era, but listen to the ramblings of a delusional Arle lover

Making a plushie for Arlecchino. 🥺 initially she doesn’t know how to react to be given something like this. She just stares at you, not saying a word until you apologize for making a childish gift to which Arlecchino simply shakes her head. Her soft words of reassurance were sweet and she accepted the plush. You can’t really tell if she liked or not.

Rarely is anyone ever allowed in her office; not even the children of the house of hearth. Arle leaves your gift on a shelf, with many other gifts she has been given from the children for whatever reason. Perhaps it was to strengthen her facade as “Father”, but Arlecchino cares deeply– even as the “unfeeling” father figure. Her little collection of gifts are kept neat, clean, and tidy.

Some point down the line, she finds a plushie that reminds her of you, and she gets it, taking it home and setting them next to each other. Arlecchino often finds herself staring at them and every now and again changing the little accessories. A part of her is fond of this activity, especially when it reminds her of you and your love for her. It heals a little bit of her childhood self in a way 🥺

Arle never tells you about it, and you only learn of this when you noticed it there one evening while Arlecchino was working.It was late, so she allows you to come in and accompany her for the night because you’ve missed her. You tell her about your day, and she listens to your words with the utmost attention. However mundane or trivial, Arle just wanted to hear your soft voice.

Arle sets you on her lap so you’re able to cuddle with her while she continues going over her papers. That’s when you notice the two plushies sharing a little coat together as you were dozing off. It makes you melt seeing that Arle treasured it along with all the other knick knacks peoples. However “cold and unfeeling” as Arlecchino portrays herself, you know she’s one to cherish such things.

If she has a nickname for you like dove or bunny, the plushie resembles that aspect. That’s how you pieced together that the plushie was a representation of you. It even had a custom little ribbon like the one she’s gifted you. It’s only if you ask her directly does she mention that plushie reminded her of you. 

#💭.hibiscus rambles #arlecchino x reader

[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Billie: mornin'! Pierce: Look who's awake Max: cut it off. Max: what are your plans for today? Pierce: Gonna hang around campus until one of you comes out of your classes, probably. Can I use your Nintendo? Max: fuck off? Billie: that’s a yes Pierce: awesome. thanks man Max: hate it here Billie: wait! Pierce you can come watch us rehearsal! We are still working on the summerdreams. Aw… wish you could be Oberon. Max could be our Puck, do you think we can get Evie to play Bottom? Pierce: …baby what are we talking about? Max: how old is this milk.

Girlie: hey, that looks pretty good. I hate sculpting, I’m just here to judge everyone. Max: …thank you. Professor: alright does anyone need validation? A small gesture that proves your art has some sort of value to me? Let’s see Professor: hm… Max: what Professor: oh, nothing. Are you sure you got your reference right? This seems a little crooked. Max: yes. I did. Professor: you might need to consider redoing this one boy Professor: fantastic! Keep the good work, Rochelle. Max: sorry are you like, his niece or something? Rochelle: what do you mean? Max: well there’s no way he always thinks you have a great thing going on, that’s barely something right there Rochelle: hey, don’t think I haven’t noticed your dumb peeping eyes all this time. Next time I catch you eyeing my work, you’re getting punched. Max: just like that? Rochelle: you want a deep reason for me to put a fist on your face? Max: well yeah even my sister has had deeper reasons to hit me Rochelle: you’re just pissing me off. Max: that’s more like it. Professor: okay everyone! Coffee break. For me. Oh and yeah you can have a minute too Max: thank God

#am i. MIRRORING my own art class shenanigans? most likely #ts4 #munch #max villareal #billie jang #pierce delgato #and all the lesbians in max's class

[foreingersgod]

Can you write a CC x reader fic about reader meeting the team for the first time.

Like Caitlin forgets her practice jersey at home and you drop it off and they all wonder who you are??

Her Jersey . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: you and caitlin’s relationship has always been low key, so how will the team react when you bring her her jersey unannounced?

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you weren’t something caitlin was trying to hide, nor was she ashamed of you by any means. but she had requested at the beginning of your relationship to just keep things quiet. you were both busy people, having so many things to worry about. you with a fairly religious family who wouldn’t be very thrilled to see you dating a woman, and caitlin with a recently large following who didn’t want to bring unwanted attention to you. she would love to show you off on social media and in person, but risking the hate comments and your well being was too much of a risk.

so you guys kept your relationship low key, not announcing it to anyone at all, including caitlin’s teammates. as much as you wanted to meet them officially and as much as caitlin wanted to flaunt you and brag about how lucky she was, you knew it would be too risky to tell any one.

but your ‘secret’ relationship had its perks. you were the only one who got to know the real caitlin, the one who cherished you behind closed doors, no one else. yes, you were often sad that you couldn’t do stereotypical couple things. like going out to dinner dates, the movies, or do all the fun couples trends. but you were appreciative of what you had: late nights at your apartment, being treated to breakfast in her bed, long and steamy showers shared together. you found a way to make it work.

one day, as you were sitting on your couch after caitlin left your apartment for practice, you had noticed a bright yellow piece of cloth tucked into one of the cushions. pulling it free, you had realized that she had left her jersey at your apartment. it had probably gotten stuck in your couch when you heatedly pulled it over her head as you straddled her lap, eager to see her when she came over late after her game last night. your cheeks were heating up as you reminisced to last nights events.

quickly pulling yourself from your day dream (you could have sat there all day thinking about last night if you could) you shot a text to caitlin, asking if she needed it.

you: hey babe, i just noticed you left your jersey at my place last night, want me to meet you somewhere private real quick and bring it to you?

you watched as her text bubbled popped, awaiting an answer.

Cait <3: oh shit, i had meant to grab that. yea if you wanna come down here, I’ll grab it from you real quick.

you: want me to wait outside? just so that they don’t all see me there.

Cait <3: nah, it should be fine, i’ll just be sneaky ;)

you laughed to yourself, typing out your response

you: if you say so, see you soon 💋

and with that, you were out the door, jersey in hand and bag thrown over your shoulder.

you pulled into the parking lot, getting out and heading into the building pretty quickly. making sure to avoid anyone you may know that might ask what you were doing here. you crept through a few winding halls before you saw the open gym doors, peaking inside to see everyone huddled around talking to one another.

you stood, slightly out of view, waiting for caitlin to notice you. after a few moments, she saw you waiting there patiently, fiddling with the hem of the jersey. you were so cute she couldn’t help but smile to herself. she excused herself from the group, jogging over to the other end of the gym.

as she made her way over to you, you noticed that a few of the girls had been watching her as she left. they tried to discreetly sneak a look at who cait was talking to.

“hey, baby!” she panted, pulling you into a quick kiss “thanks for coming all the way down here”

“yea it was no problem” you smiled sweetly, hands resting gently on her chest as she kissed you again. as you pulled away, though, you felt eyes on you. the same girls, along with the rest of the team, were now staring in your direction.

cait tried to say something else to you, but you weren’t listening as you were trying to grab her attention, shaking her shoulder violently.

“what, what?” she looked at you confused.

“cait,” you nodded your head in their direction “i think we’ve been caught”

she quirked her eyebrows, still lost, eventually turning her head to look behind her. and sure enough, there they all were, cocky smirks plastered across their faces as they jokingly whistled and cheered. out of embarrassment, you covered your face in your hands, caitlin only laughing along with them.

“yea, i guess so” she grabbed your hand, starting to pull you into the gym “might as well introduce you then…if you want?”

“i guess there’s nothing left to hide so…why not” you chuckled, letting her lead you, hooking your arm with hers. she led you to the middle of the court, all the girls still curious as to who you were.

“caitlin with a secret woman?” kate laughed, smiling your way, you had heard lots about her. who’s this?”

caitlin looked down at you, hands still intertwined. she ran her thumb over yours, sensing you were nervous with all the attention on you, trying calm you down.

“YN, this is my team” she began “and team, this is my girlfriend, YN”

they all immediately smiled at you, quick to welcome you with open arms. each girl gave you a comforting hug and introducing themselves, letting you know how lovely it is to meet you and how they’re excited to get to know you better. and of course, there was some playful banter. gabbie and kate at some point asking ‘how did caitlin manage to date someone as beautiful as you?’, eliciting a shy laugh from you. but they were all so funny and sweet, you instantly felt welcomed into such a tight knit group.

“alright, can you guys try not to scare her away!” caitlin interrupted as you chatted with the team “she’s really important to me so i’d appreciate if you didn’t freak her out with your dumb ass questions”

you all chuckled, teasing her a bit more before it was time to say your goodbyes to the girls. you thanked them for being so kind to you and they told you they couldn’t wait to hang out with you more some other time. caitlin told them she’d be back, taking your hand again and walking you out to your car.

as you got back to the parking lot, caitlin beginning to open your door for you, you stopped her. “hey, thanks for introducing me, cait. i know we said to keep it quiet, but i’m glad you trust your team enough to introduce me. wether it was on purpose or not” you smiled, squeezing her bicep sportively.

“i’m glad too,” she said “i think it was finally time to do it anyways, i was getting tired of people not knowing that you’re mine anyways”

she continued “you mean the world to me and i love you so much, thank you for putting up with sneaking around for so long”

“it was for the best, but i’m really happy we can be out to more people now” you said. “you’re team was really sweet, i can’t wait to get to know all of them”

“me too, they already love you. they won’t be able to stop asking about you for the rest of practice i bet”

you both chuckled, relieved to finally have such a huge weight off your chest.

“just don’t tell them anything too embarrassing about me, ok?” you quipped.

“i don’t think there’s anything i could say about you that would be embarrassing” she said as she helped you into your car “you’re absolutely perfect”

with that, you kissed her one last time before closing the door and waving her goodbye. as you pulled out of the parking stall, you watched as she jogged back into the building, a smile still lingering on her lips.

truthfully, you didn’t think you’d be so happy to have gotten caught.

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb

[d1v1n3-r3tr1but10n]

──────── ⵌ “ You’ve been on my mind ” . . .

University AU, Childhood bestfriend!Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader SMUT Minors do not interact, 18+ only!

You are advised to be cautious! This virtual written piece contains content such as: Sexual pornographic scenes, Vulgar profanities, Informal terms used to refer to the male and female genitalia that some readers may not be comfortable with (e.g., cunt, pussy, cock, dick), OOC Katsuki (hopefully not), Sappy ‘n’ vanilla time with Katsuki + intimate, heartfelt sex with feelings, and Love confessions (Please let me know in the comments if I have missed anything, I would greatly appreciate it!) Summary and context! : Katsuki and Y/N have been best friends ever since they were young, since the two enrolled into highschool, she noticed how inexplicably attractive he began to appear in her eyes, unaware he held the same attraction towards her, months before she even acknowledged what she felt for him. It only gets worse when they enter university, they’re now legal adults with a lot of things on their minds, such as their future. Although… Y/N can’t help but yearn for Katsuki to be part of her future, so she gets impatient and decides that tonight will be the night. She will live life with no regrets.

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Notification : You have received a message from Divine! Hey, this is Divine! Hope you're doing well and that your week is great. I just want to warn readers who wish to proceed further, this is my first time to write smut in a long time, estimated around one or two years. Please cut me some slack, this is an exercise to get back into writing! 😭🙏 This written piece is unedited. Putting that aside, please stay safe and take care of yourselves! Lots of love, Divine.

The sensitivity of Y/N’s body is so unbearable in her state of desire that even the softest glide of cooling air against her bare, plush thighs causes her to shiver from the sensation.

Y/N hesitates as she reaches for her phone, almost rethinking her decision for a moment before tapping on to the specific contact name of someone who has been lingering a little too long, too often on her mind, it was just recently that Y/N grew the courage to finally do this, “Hello? Katsuki?” Y/N’s voice is soothing yet alluring and seductive, something she unconsciously did and was oblivious to, although anyone that has held a conversation with her would be aware.

A familiar voice responds from the other end of the call, “What the hell do you want, extra?” he doesn’t sound quite pleased with being called at midnight, although he unexpectedly doesn’t sound as snappy as he usually does in general, there’s a hint of softness dulling the sharpness of his harsh tone when he talks to you alone.

“I apologise and don’t mean to intrude ‘tsuki.. Are you busy right now?” her thighs rub together, she’s getting desperate for friction and relief as her voice subtly wavers with need.

“You alright there? Speak up, L/N, this is getting frustrating.”

The hesitation returns to Y/N once more as she musters up the courage, “I was wondering if you could visit me at my dorm…”

Katsuki looks over at the softly lit numbers of the digital clock on his desk, 11:36PM.

“Sure. I’m heading over now.”

Beep.

It’s past lights out, so all the other university students in the dormitory building are knocked out cold.

Minutes tick by and there’s an expected faint knock at Y/N’s door.

Y/N pulls the door open, allowing Katsuki in as he swiftly rushes inside to avoid being caught out in the hallway. Once the door shuts with the click of a lock, he turns to Y/N, “What did you need me for?”

Shyly looking away to avoid Katsuki’s gaze, Y/N explains with a few words, “I wanted to talk to you in private, and I thought that maybe I’d just do it now…” she whispers these words, barely audible as if somehow, someone awake can hear,

“You’ve been on my mind.”

Her orbs meet his once more as she gazes up at him who looks back down at her with wide eyes, not anticipating a confession to take place this night.

“I'm losing my mind because

I hope that we can be more than just friends,”

That’s all Bakugo needs, the look on his face changes from one of shock to a straight face with a subtle smirk, in one swift motion, he uses one large fist to pin down her hands above her head, his knee slipping in between her thighs to prevent them from closing as he captures Y/N on top of her own bed, “Y/N,” he says.

“Katsuki..”

“I love you too, you damn extra.”

Sultry moans and the sound of rough slapping skin bounce off the walls of Y/N’s room. The shine of moonlight peeks through the sheer curtains, emitting the only source of light. This was the moment they had both been covertly dreaming of.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me,” Katsuki quietly grunts, a low moan rumbling from his throat as he peppers kisses from Y/N’s jawline to the hills of her tits, “All perfect just f’me.. I love you s’ much,” The glint of passion and hunger in Katsuki’s ruby orbs are undeniably evident, his spikey yet soft, sandy blonde hair, all dishevelled as a result of thoroughly fucking the air out of the woman beneath him. Having been captured in a mating press with no option to run from the male’s passionate yet harsh thrusts that were heavenly pounding into her puffy, overstimulated cunt.

The pistoning of his hips become sloppy and eventually fall out of rhythm, a drop of sweat running down his temple to his chin. His gaze, dark and concentrated with determination to satisfy Y/N and get the both of them to reach their high.

“Shit,” he curses beneath his breath. “Don’t you dare fucking cum yet.” Soft, satisfied moans and mewls fall from Y/N’s lips, “Harder…” her words come out as a whine, and she doesn’t even know she says it due to her mind going blank with ecstasy. It’s almost as if her body knows what she wants, mindlessly slurring the yearning plea, “ ‘love you sooo much, Katsuki,”

“Fuck, say it again.” Bakugo grips Y/N’s hips a little tighter, as if he’s afraid she’ll suddenly slip from his embrace.

“Mmm, ‘love you s’ much ‘tsuki, ‘need you.” her words spur him on as he continues to hastily slam his thick, fat cock into her dripping pussy. The knot which has been building in the pit of Y/N’s stomach along with the butterflies snaps as her legs quiver, her toes curling as Katsuki swiftly pulls out. He hisses, his dick bouncing with each pump of cum he releases onto her lower abdomen. 

The sound of slow, deep breaths fill the room, “I love everything ‘bout you, remember that, m’kay? I have for a long time” he hums into her hair, planting a kiss on her lips, “You did so good.”

There’s a smile on both their faces as they exchange words to express the love they have been suppressing for the past years of knowing each other.

“I’ll take you out on a date tomorrow after classes, how does that sound?” No bite, no offensive nicknames from Katsuki, he just wants to cherish this special moment that they’re having,

although there’s no doubt that he’ll return back to his salty self in the morning,

Y/N nods, “Sounds like a dream.”

Divine secret(s)! _ⵌ Katsuki was going to confess to Y/N after they graduate university, but she beat him to it

Heyy! Please let me know if you believe that Katsuki is a bit ooc 😔 It would help a lot if you can point out suggestions so that I can write his personality even better in future works, thanks! Oh, and feel free to like, reblog, and voice your thoughts on my work (constructive criticism is the only type or criticism that is welcome)! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

#✧DIVINE working with MHA #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #mha #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha katsuki #smut #bnha smut #mha smut #katsuki bakugo smut #katsuki bakugo x reader smut #bakugo x reader smut #bakugou x reader smut

[milaisreading]

Isagi's sister!Yn prior to dating Sae:

Sae: Why were you so nervous talking with Luna?

Yoichi: Ah... I just asked him for a small favor since my sister will be here to watch me practice.

Sae, drops whatever he is doing and grabs Yoichi: What do you mean your sister is coming here? Why didn't you tell me that in advance? I could have fixed up my hair! And I-

Yoichi: Relax! Sis doesn't carebhow you look, I don't even understand why you are so nervous

Sae: Me and nervous? Who said I am nervous? Are you assuming things now?!

Yoichi: Nevermind. But seriously, sis won't even notice how you look... or anyone else for that matter...

Sae: What do you mean by that?

Later...

Yoichi: Sae...

Sae:...

Yoichi: Sae, you squeezed the life out of your water bottle. And stop glaring at Luna-san, thats unprofessional.

Sae: That Spaniard will pay for this...

Sister!Yn, completely unaware of Sae's antics as she continues to speak with Luna as he signs the merchandise*

Sae: How many pins does she even have of him?

Yoichi: Around 300... That's not all, she has posters of him, figurines, and plush dolls. That ita bag and poster are nothing.

Sae, even more mad now: Whatever, I don't care.

Yoichi: Aha...

Sister!Yn, while smiling at Luna: Would you mind if I took a picture with you as well?

Luna: Not at all.

Sae:...

Yoichi: And?

Sae: I don't want to talk about it. My life is ruined

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #isagi yoichi #blue lock #bllk isagi #sae itoshi #bllk sae #blue lock sae #isagi's sister #leonardo luna

[nervoussagittarius]

to win or not to win

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris and his girlfriend do a twitch stream together and compete at who’s the better fortnite player, request

warnings: fluffy, language

it wasn’t unusual for you and chris to get into friendly competitions. most of them ended in a temper tantrum from one of you, but they were innocent nonetheless.

todays topic of discussion was ‘whos the better fortnite player’. although chris had been playing for a significant amount of time longer than you, you were sure you could hold your own. especially, because chris was the one to teach you how to play.

you both we’re confident in your skills, so the only logical way to decide was to take it to twitch and let the viewers watch the showdown.

“okay guys so here’s what’s happening today. y/n and i are having the fortnite championship and you guys are here to witness” chris said as he took the seat next to you. a very serious look was etched on his face

you looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a look that said ‘really?’

“while we wait for mr. dramatic to calm down i’ll tell you why we’re really here. chris thinks he’s better at fortnite then me.” you said. there was a slight pause before both of you broke into laughter and fell into eachother.

you continued as chris placed his head on your shoulder and watched the chat, “i don’t think chris is better a fortnite then me. so we’re gonna play a few rounds and see who has the best outcomes.”

“yeah so basically we’re gonna be playing 3 rounds, and when we finish we’re going to see who had the overall higher placings.” chris explained.

“that’s quite literally what i just said. thank you for repeating me, love”

“that’s quite literally what i just fucking said” chris mimicked as he poked your side to agitate you.

“stop it” you said giggling, trying to slap his hand away from you.

chris had the split screen set up on his pc. it was a tight fit but you guys were going to make it work. this argument needed to be settled.

the first two games went smoothly. trash talk was being thrown and so were elbows. you both didn’t mind playing dirty. lines had been crossed to many times to count, but it was all in fun.

“it all comes down to this, ma. so far we each have a first and second place finish” chris said cracking his knuckles. no matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t intimidating anyone.

the game went smoothly for a while. you were both able to get through with out any scratches. it was down to the last ten when chris noticed you leg start bouncing in anticipation and nervousness.

as much as chris hated to admit it, he didn’t want to see you lose. he loved seeing how excited you got whenever you win a competition between the two of you, and this was a game chris was willing to throw.

chris looked at you, then at the game before him, then back at you. he could see the distress on your face and he hated it.

“dude i don’t even fucking know where these guys are coming from!” you exclaimed as you started firing random shots to try to hit someone.

you guys were now in the final four. chris made his way over to your character and quickly took out one on the guys shooting at you. you were able to get the other one out not long after that.

“oh fuck chris. please don’t shoot. please don’t shoot. please” you repeat over and over as you tried to get the perfect aim on chris’s player. without warning chris pretended to fumble his controller, dropping it to the ground.

“oh shit!”

this gave you the perfect opportunity to kill chris’s character and win the game and the overall competition between the two of you.

“yes!” you yelled as you threw your arms up and jumped out of your chair.

“oh my fuck. no chance. i just fucking won.”

you did a celebratory lap around chris’s room. chris winked at the camera and held his finger up to his lips telling the chat to not spoil the fact that she is let you win. when you made it back to him you held his face in your hands.

he looked up at you as you said, “you we’re good. simply just not good enough.” you leaned down to place a short peck on his lips and held out your hand for him to shake. he instead grabbed your hand pulling you down to sit on his lap.

“you know chris, me winning really just proves how good you are at fortnite because you taught me everything i know”

chris groaned in joking frustration as he nuzzled his head into the crook of you neck. he placed soft kisses around the area as you watched the chat congratulate your win.

chris finally picked his head up, “thank you guys so much for watching me get my ass kicked by my girlfriend i-”

“kinky.” you interrupted.

“okay that’s it” chris stood up, picking you up by your waist at the same time. he walked over to his bed and gently threw you down. swiftly, he ran back over to his desk chair, taking a seat.

“as i was saying, thanks for watching and we’ll see you again soon”

“bye!” you said blowing a kiss to the camera.

an: this one’s cute. i didn’t want it to seem identical to matt’s so i hope y’all enjoy it🤍

#matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut #matt x reader #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff #chris x reader #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo

[scottishmushroom]

Starting this off with please do not tag or ask Neil***

I need to know if anyone out there has a theory/idea/speculation about the tomatoes in season 2.

This show does nothing without a reason behind it. And ever since my first watch through, I thought the tomatoes randomly falling in 02.01 when Gabriel walks by was so strange. Why do they fall? Why do we have to see them fall and land on the ground? Why does Gabriel notice and seemingly step on one? Is it just filler? What does it mean???

I pretty much let it go and assumed it was just a nice little cinematic detail but then.

One day I’m watching 02.02 during the Job throwback and what do I see?

Tomatoes.

Right as Aziraphale is working out that something is wrong with the kids goats, you can see a bowl of tomatoes sitting on the ground.

Coincidence? Perhaps.

But then I notice when Crawley and Aziraphale are having their dramatic standoff, the bowl of tomatoes is directly in the center of the shot and positioned perfectly between them.

I wish I had a theory to offer you all, but I don’t. All I have is an observation that I just cannot explain. Could it be absolutely nothing? Possibly. But the attention to detail in this show is on another level, and I’d love to hear if anyone else noticed this or has their own theory as to whether the tomatoes mean anything.

Of course I’ve tried diving into the significance of tomatoes (also known as love apples) and I’m not seeing anything that’s standing out to me in regards to our ineffable idiots. Even in the book, there is only a small mention of tomatoes and a footnote that mentions tomatoes/love apples, but neither scene is about our beloved angel and demon duo.

Please share your ideas!

#I can’t be alone in this #someone please join me #tomatogate #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziraphale good omens #crowley good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley

[vivendraws]

making an important announcement about some things i’ve noticed in the gwendoline christie fandom that really bug me.

disclaimer: read this at your own convenience and discretion. i am not responsible for any sort of hurt feelings and frankly… i don’t care. if you’re mad about this, you are probably the problem. /lh

to start with id like to begin on a positive note so that i’m not diving into negativity, i don’t want to be completely negative about my experiences because i’ve actually met some of the kindest people in the world through this fan base.

the gwen fandom, the gwandom, the gwendoline christie fandom , the lesbian cesspool, has been an incredible experience that i’m grateful i’ve had the pleasure of being apart of.

i went through a rough patch during november, and if i hadn’t found out about gwen, or met such wonderful people during my time here , i honestly wouldn’t be here right now. i owe my life to these people, gwen included. i will forever adore miss christie and what she stands for alongside the friends i’ve made along the way.

and while i know someday this hyperfix will end, it’s really disheartening to me when a fandom is what makes me grow distant from things i enjoy. it happened before, i feel as though it is happening all over again.

and no, i’m not taking issue with anything like the catrissa stuff or the brienne and larissa ship going around or anything like that. i like that we can all be weird together and enjoy aus like catrissa and crackships like bririssa (not sure the official name that was decided lol). my issue is the amount of content i’ve seen that either focuses on gwen herself, or the strange relationship with minors, or the odd artwork of gwen, and the absolute disgusting behaviour towards giles.

gwen would be absolutely appalled seeing fanfictions of herself that involve nsfw or just her in general, anyone would, it’s disgusting to make works of real people in that setting. it’s like you’re treating them as an original character you can mould and manipulate as you see fit and using someone who is real with thought and feeling and consciousness for smut fics is not okay, or any fic in general. i totally get the hype around her characters, i literally have “brienne’s princess” in my bio and i’ve had “jane murdstone’s bloodbag” (in reference to my vamp au) as a name in a discord server.

but i think the fandom has begun to blur the lines between fictional characters and reality settings when it comes to gwen and the personalities she portrays on the television screen. it’s not fair to her. it’s disgusting. i’ve seen a minor do it, i’ve seen a grown adult do it. it’s something i don’t see shamed and frowned upon often enough and it’s really not okay.

on that note i’d like to quickly mention the photos, we alllll know what photos i’m talking about. the bunny one, the nudes, the ones gwen has expressed regret towards and wishes to not have them spread. was there not a “fan” who brought her a book of her nudes and wanted her to sign it? that person who was blocked on instagram by gwen because they reposted her nudes on their story and tagged her???? how can you refer to yourself as a fan after behaving so abhorrently? absolutely disgusting behaviour. as a collective fandom we need to stop touching those photos (metaphorically speaking) and leave them in the past.

i’ve been told of numerous circumstances in which adults have shown their nsfw works to minors in this fandom and it has to fucking stop. it’s disgusting!! how can you do that knowingly? i constantly ponder terminating my account after a minor got ahold of my nsfw work, and upon realising they WERE a minor it was as simple as blocking and moving on. it’s truly not that hard, folks. and the minors on tiktok who fight with others saying silly things like “that’s my wife” or worse. i’ve seen it all, i feel like, and the more i see it the more sick i become. i cannot stand it.

i have seen and heard of fans who have fat shamed gwen for that one pink dress she wore to the met gala. she looked so happy in that dress, and the audacity one must have to fatshame that poor woman on twitter then turn around and continue to proclaim your ‘love for her’ as if you’d done no wrong? are you fucking serious? are you mental?

and the sexualisation over the porcelain doll look, gods some of you are sick. those were not real breasts, people. considering the fact she wholeheartedly regrets her nude photoshoots , what possesses you to believe she would actually flaunt her chest in that outfit?

the blatant mistreatment of poor giles is not fucking okay either. just because you’re jealous of someone who makes her immensely happy does not give you the right to post something so vile and cruel about him. shame on you. why do you believe this is okay to post:

????????

are you serious? have any of you stopped to consider how HAPPY giles makes her? or is her happiness the last thing you ponder when you look at her? have you even noticed how unhappy she looks lately? have you truly paused to consider how she would feel about seeing this on your page, random twitter user, or the rest of you who think this is okay? bless your hearts.

and some of the absolutely horrific things i’ve seen about her online and the hurtful behaviour towards giles makes me question the difference between a fan and just the general paparazzi. because if you truly loved her and you truly loved giles then i would not be ranting into the fucking void about it for no reason.

i avoid interacting with pages i find problematic on here to keep from stirring the pot but tonight i chose violence and got reeeeeal pissy about how i felt about this place. it’s not okay what i see on here and it’s getting exhausting seeing the same cycle of content on a daily.

that’s everything i have to say, i think. i probably missed a lot that should be discussed in the comments but i’m done for now because i know if i go on i’ll probably cry.

before you post things about real people with real feelings , stop to consider how they will feel those real feelings towards the content you put out. chances are you’ll become less problematic and obnoxious that way. 💘

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #sigh #announcement #i’m upset #this fandom is insane #some of you need help #seriously #like its not even funny #you guys are weird #please repost this everywhere #this is not okay #i’m really tired of seeing these things #and i understand i can block and move on but i feel as though it was important enough to be said #fandom #tumblr fandom #and specifically #the tumblr and tiktok fandom #instagram is becoming just as bad #and twitter has always been atrocious