#i dunno if it would be- but it’s cute so i wouldn’t doubt it

[anjelagarrick]

solace

simon riley x reader

summary: your boyfriend’s having an off day, you decide to comfort him.

tags: established relationship, depression, reverse comfort, fluff, a bit of angst, soft! simon

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ADJUSTING THE SKIRT of your uniform, you smooth the creases, making sure your outfit was spotless before exiting the bathroom. Working as a barista was nice, you got to meet nice people, make cute latte art, it’s how you met your late boyfriend- he was dragged in by the arm by one of your regulars, Johnny. Simon was a big, burly man- hard eyes, quiet yet gruff voice. You found his mask adorable, unlike your co-workers that always had you serve him. Eventually, you managed to crack his wall and start little conversations; and eventually he came alone, no Johnny. He’d sit, observe. He was a good people watcher, you’d have to give him that. Something blooms, and eventually, you hesitantly leave your number upon a napkin, sliding it under his drink. You watched anxiously as he sat down, glancing at the napkin. He reads it for an awfully long time before pocketing it, he doesn’t look at you. He just drinks his drink, then leaves.

You feel extremely lucky that you managed to become his lover. Simon, despite looking tough and rough on the outside, was such a sweet man. He held you gently, helped you with cooking, he made you laugh. What got you to fall in love was his eyes, honey brown eyes that stared at you with adoration and joy, how he’d go from a stony look in public to a softened gaze when his eyes found you when you were out with friends. You understood that Simon would have to be away a lot, with his work and everything, you remember the first week he was away. You fretted, texting him every hour to make sure he was alive and kicking. With time; you developed more faith in your boyfriend’s abilities (not that you doubted them), and you held hope that he would come back. Simon had come home from deployment roughly about a week ago. He kept his experience quiet, not giving you many details- which wasn’t weird for him, yet something in him seemed more… sad.

“Baby, i’m going to work.” You lean upon the doorframe. Simon, to your surprise, was still in bed. With his job as a soldier, you were used to Simon getting up at six a.m, sharp, not a minute behind nor over. He’d have his coffee, go to the gym, come back and shower then allow himself to relax. Yet right now, as of seven forty-five a.m, he was in bed- in the same position you left him in. You knew he was awake, you had spoken to him briefly, told him good morning and kissed him sweetly. Simon doesn’t respond, his back to you. Slowly, you move away, walking down the hall. Instead of collecting your flats, you pick up your phone from next to your bag. It rings twice, then your boss picks up. “Hey, sir… so sorry but im gonna have to take the day off. Something came up.” You tell him, hearing your boss sigh. “Really? Rush hour is about to start.” He complains. “I know, but this is really important..! I’ll work a double tomorrow and Thursday- I promise.” You insist, glancing back to the bedroom. “And Friday. See you tomorrow.” Your boss hangs up without a goodbye. Heading to the kitchen, you make your boyfriend a coffee- just the way he likes it, and head back to the bedroom.

Slowly so it wouldn’t spill, you place the steaming mug beside him. “Thought you were going to work?” He asks, voice raspy. “I called in sick.” You respond, changing from your uniform into some more casual wear. “Why?” Simon’s brows furrow as he watches you, not moving. “To take care of you. Somethings up, I can tell.” You reply, shrugging as you get back into bed beside him. Simon sighs, rolling onto his back. “You don’t have to. Just… having an off day.” He tells you, you hum, shuffling to rest against his chest. “Why? What’s the matter, baby?” You ask softly, hand moving up to gently trace over a scar upon his cheek. Simon raises his hand, enveloping your own and kissing your palm. “Dunno, just… not feeling good.” He responds. “Do you need medicine?” You blink up at him, watching him shake his head. “No, not physically…”

“Oh…” You mumble, letting the silence sit for a while. “Si, do you have- y’know… depression?” You ask sheepishly, worry growing. “Yeah, got diagnosed a while back. Before I met you.” You sit up at his response. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?” You frown, cupping his cheeks gently. “Didn’t wanna burden you. This is my fight.” He sighs, letting his eyes close. “Simon, you’re not a burden. You should of told me, I want to help you.” You lean down, kissing his jaw gently. “You’re such a good guy, Si. You deserve the world, and I want to support you as much as I possibly can.” You tell him, thumb still stroking his scar. “You… you don’t have to, babe. I’m fine.” Simon lies, voice thick; as if he were going to cry. “Simon…” you sigh, resting your head against his as you try to soothe him. “Let me help you.” You beg quietly. Simon stays silent for a few moments. “…okay.” He mutters, hand finding your back. You smile, kissing his temple before sitting up. “Okay. I have some ideas, just to get you out of bed and have you feeling active.” You move your hands to rest on his chest.

“I’m listening.” He responds. “Good! The first idea is, we could go out to a café; there’s a new one out of town that i’ve heard good things about. It’s not too far, to be fair.” You explain, watching his eyes; they’re kind, loving. “Up to you, love.” Simon shrugs half-heartedly. “Well it’s your day, baby. We can do something else if you want?” You remind him, he hums. “Fine, we can check out this café.” He mutters, letting you pull him up. “Okay. Drink your coffee before it gets cold baby, we’ll go soon.” You respond, kissing his cheek gently. “Thanks love… you don’t have to do this.” He smiles, it’s small. “I want to do this. I hate seeing you sad.” You frown a little, kissing his lips before pulling away so he could drink his coffee. He hums softly, sipping his coffee. “I know, but still… thank you.” He responds.

“Why’re you feeling so down, anyway? Anything happen? Maybe at work?” You respond, hand gently massaging his arm, specifically the one wrapped around you. “Yeah… uh. My job isn’t easy, and… this guy I was working with for the first time, he got really messed up. Almost died- and I… I could of helped- could of prevented it. I… I ruined his life.” You hear his voice waver a little at the end, yet he immediately shuts his mouth, closing his eyes. “Oh, Simon. It’s not your fault.” You cup his cheeks, fluttering gentle kisses over his face. “It is. I could of been faster.” He insists, sighing shakily. “Simon, look at me. There is nothing you could of done differently. Your job is dangerous, he knew that when he signed up to join.” You tell him, voice much more firm. Simon sighs. “You did all you could, I’m sure.” You add on, kissing his lips gently. “You weren’t there.” He seethes, eyes darkening a little. You try not to let his tone hurt you. “But I know you. You’re such a sweetheart, you truly do care about the people around you, even though you won’t say it. I know you helped him, he’s still alive, isn’t he?” You ask, hands moving to his sides, gently massaging him. Simon let’s out another sigh, closing his eyes once more. “Look at me.” You mumble, patting his cheek gently. “It’s not your fault.” You insist.

Simon takes a moment, leaning his head against yours before taking a deep breath. “Yeah… okay, you’re right.” He mutters, squeezing his mug tightly as his other arm hugs you tight. “Of course i’m right, doofus.” You half joke, kissing the corner of his mouth; feeling it curl upwards as you do so. “Finish your coffee baby, and try not to worry. You’re home now.” You point out, he nods. “Yeah. Just gotta relax a little…” he responds, kissing you gently. “Thank you, baby.” He mumbles, you smile. “Of course! I’m not gonna abandon you, Si.” You coo, cuddling against his side as he drinks his coffee. “Want me to pick out an outfit for you baby?” You ask softly, head leaning against his shoulder. “If you want, love.” He shrugs a little. You smile brightly. “Great!” Moving away, you get up, moving to the closet. Simon watches you, a glint of amusement in his eyes as you pick your favourite things on him out and put them on the bed. “I heard this new place serves that cake you like. We’ll have to get some.” You say over your shoulder. Simon nods, finishing his coffee. “Sure thing, baby.”

#mw2 2022 #mw2 imagine #mw2 x reader #mw2 x you #mw2022 #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost mwii #mw2 ghost #ghost x female reader #| anjela wrote this 🕯️

[sooniebby]

Hey brother. I ain’t quite sure if you’re receiving this request or not (didn’t figure how to send them corrrctly yet), it could you write something with tsukkishima or Kuroo, please? With a character that is also somewhat smart academically but stupid for other shit. A intelligent himbo, if I can call it that way. And the other character is just feeling this weird sense of pleasure by putting the reader back on his place with some sort of dumbification. Thanks man

ఌ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

꧁ 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 1.4k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › you’re very dumb :/

Kinks › light degradation

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“That’s not how it works, Nekomata-San…” 

(Name) glanced back at Kenma with a confused look. “Why not? Isn’t the ball supposed to not hit the floor?” 

“Yeah, but…” 

“So then double hitting it should be fine.” 

“We can’t. It’s illegal.” 

“You can’t go to jail for that. There’s no law about it.” 

Kenma wanted to jump off a roof. He simply sighed and shook his head, deciding his mental health was worth more than explaining volleyball to his coach’s grandson. (Name) was honestly just confused on how something could be illegal in a game. 

“Kenma! Oh, afternoon, Nekomata-San.” Lev yelled, quickly bowing towards (Name). 

“Where’s Kuroo?” Kenma asked, wanting someone else to entertain (Name) before his brain turned into mush. 

“Dunno! I just got here,” Lev said, noticing only Yaku and Nekomata (the coach) was there. “Where is everyone?” 

(Name) hummed. “Maybe they got stuck in traffic?” 

“But… they were at school.” Lev said. 

“They could still get stuck in traffic.” 

“But they only have to walk. There’s no cars.” 

Lev looked confused out of his mind while Kenma simply wondered how could someone be so stupid but be one of the smartest kids at the school. He sometimes wondered if it was the price (Name) had to pay to be a top student. 

“What’s today’s date?” (Name) suddenly asked. 

“October 15.” Yaku said, walking over towards them. 

“Ah, It’s Kuroo’s birthday tomorrow!” 

“No, it’s Kenma’s.” 

“Ah,” (Name) blushed in embarrassment. “Sorry, Kenma.” 

“It’s fine.” 

“So are they just getting a party ready for Kenma? Oh, but why wasn’t I told?” Lev pouted. 

“Because you’re annoying.” Yaku grunted. 

Kenma shook his head. “I doubt it’s for me. Wouldn’t they do it tomorrow? We’ll have practice tomorrow too.” 

Nekomata coughed, earning the boys attentions. “(Name)… did you forgot the day you were born?” 

(Name) blinked. “I don’t think so. It’s September 15.” 

His grandfather sighed. “No, it’s today.” 

Kenma wondered how one could forgot their own birthday but he kept his mouth shut. Lev quickly went on a spew of questions on how (Name) could forget while Yaku simply muttered a happy birthday. 

“Ah, but that doesn’t explain why they aren’t here,” (Name) muttered. 

It did but no one had the heart to tell him. 

The door to the gym suddenly opened with Yamamoto, Kuroo, and few other players holding a cake. They yelled out a happy birthday with grins on their faces while (Name) just looked confused. 

“Who’s this for?” 

“Uh, for you.” Yaku said. 

“Ah! Right, thank you!” (Name) took the cake out of Yamamoto’s hands and blew out the candles, a small smile on his lips. After the quick happy birthday song, they all cut the cake into equal slices for everyone. 

“Nekomata-San, did you really forget your own birthday?” Kenma asked once (Name) was left with the largest slice of cake. Birthday boy gets the biggest slice, Nekomata had said. 

(Name) blushed. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you… But I was busy worrying about what to get you.” A cute smile appeared on his lips. “I guess I forgot about myself for a moment. I’ll give you your gift tomorrow.” 

“Ah, okay.” Kenma was honestly surprised (Name) would give him something since he had forgot his own not too long ago.

Maybe (Name) just had short term memory.

“Nekomata!” An arm suddenly wrapped itself around (Name)’s neck, causing him to wince. Kuroo grinned mischievously as he pulled (Name) close to him. 

“You’re going to choke him.” 

“He’s fine. Eh, Nekomata, I heard from Lev that you don’t know how volleyball works.” 

(Name) pouted. “I was only wondering why something was illegal if there’s no laws against it.” 

Kuroo blinked, a confused look in his eyes. He wasn't expecting that level of stupidity but he’d ignore it. “Those brains of yours certainly can’t help with everything, huh? It’s okay, though, you have me to teach you.” 

Kenma felt awkward being here. It felt oddly sexual with the way Kuroo was holding (Name) close to him. The more lustful look in his eyes while (Name) looked into it in a way. 

He should go for his sanity sake. “I finished my slice. I’m going to go practice now.” 

“Oh, okay.” (Name) muttered, meekly waving him goodbye. Kuroo simply hummed. 

Kuroo waited until Kenma was gone before pulling (Name) outside. (Name) went along with him, a blush creeping on his face. Once they were outside and behind the gym, Kuroo easily manhandled him to press against the wall. 

“Cute, I love when you play dumb.” Kuroo chuckled, pressing light kisses on (Name)’s neck. 

“I wasn’t!” (Name) mewled. 

Kuroo and (Name) were dating, which was something only Yaku and Yamamoto knew. And it wasn't because they told them. It was more of they were having sex in the locker room and Yaku and Yamamoto hadn’t actually left yet. 

It was a traumatising day for them both but they were nice enough to never tell anyone. (Name) mainly didn’t want his grandfather get angry or anything. 

“Tetsuro, they might hear us,” (Name) muttered, watching as Kuroo pulled down his pants. 

“They’re busy practicing. We can be quick,” Kuroo grinned, reaching down to slip a finger inside only to feel the string of something. He blinked and looked at (Name) who looked as if he wanted to die. 

“Oya? Is this what I think it is?” 

(Name) flushed. “No, it’s not a dildo!” 

Kuroo still wondered what he saw in (Name). “I know that. It’s called a butt plug. I’m shocked you used it,” he laughed, reaching inside to pull it out. (Name) groaned as he felt his hole now clench around nothing. 

“Did you have it inside you all day? Thinking about me…?” Kuroo smirked. 

(Name) pouted. “You said you’ll be happy if I did…” 

“Hm, did I?” Kuroo slipped in two fingers easily, enjoying the needy whines he earned from him. “You just do whatever I say huh? Don’t think for yourself.” 

“What..?” (Name) whined. “I do think. It’s impossible not to.” 

Kuroo simply shook his head and slipped out his fingers. “Do you want me, (Name)?” 

“Please.” 

(Name) wrapped his arms around Kuroo’s neck as the volleyball player grasped his legs and held him up. His legs quickly found themselves wrapped around his waist as Kuroo reached down to push his cock into (Name)’s twitching hole. 

From the butt plug that was inside of him the entire day, his cock easily slid in, earning a whimper from (Name). It certainly took some strength to hold him up but Kuroo was able to began his slow thrusts, enjoying the small gasps that left his boyfriend’s lips. 

“Tetsuro, it feels good.” (Name) babbled, his grip tightening around Kuroo as his thrusts began to pick up speed. His back was rubbing up against the wall, possibly causing them to collect dirt but he didn’t care. He loved spending his time with his boyfriend and having sex on his birthday was arousing to him. 

(Name) quickly pulled him in for a kiss as his thrusts began to feel sloppy. Maybe it was the thought of getting caught or the fact that (Name) was really walking around school with a butt play all because he said he’d like it but Kuroo felt as if he was about to cum already. 

He wanted to last a bit longer but thought maybe it’s good he’ll cum now. So they won’t be out gone for too long. 

The two continued to kiss, allowing them to moan without being heard as (Name) could feel himself getting closer. The grip on his legs was driving him crazy as he felt Kuroo use them to move (Name) back into him with each thrust. 

Sounds of soft gasps and squelching filled the air was the sun began to set. In a weird way, it was oddly romantic. With a few more thrusts, (Name) came first, arching his back as he gripped Kuroo’s shoulders painfully. Kuroo was right behind him, grunting as he pushed in deep inside. 

(Name) shivered at the warm cum inside him, wondering if he was really about to walk home with it inside. Kuroo simply hummed, not sorry at all for not pulling out. A pout appeared on (Name)’s lips as he was about to complain until he noticed that they were no longer alone. 

There stood a traumatised Kenma and Lev. 

“Kuroo….” 

“Nekomata-San…” 

Oh, fuck. 

“(Name)?!” And his grandfather?! (Name) was shocked to see his grandfather right behind Kenma. 

(Name) felt himself faint. Oh, no. His grandfather really just saw him butt ass naked with cum dripping. Kuroo himself also wanted to shrivel up and die right then and there from the glare his coach was giving him. 

Yeah, he was gonna have to kiss that leader title goodbye. 

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I hope I did Kuroo Justice lol! Thank you for requesting! And requests are open!!

#bottom male reader

[ilongfor-the-arts]

Just read the museum marquis fic and I love it. I wonder what would a fanfic where the marquis de gramont met a ballerina reader?

Poetry in Motion

Pairing: Marquis de Gramont x fem! Reader

Warnings: mild language

Summary: A tall and handsome man has been watching you preform for a while. What will happen when he finally chooses to introduce himself?

Word Count: 2.5k

I got multiple reqs for this! So, here ya go! Enjoy!

“You’re late Y/N!”

I dashed into the locker room, tossing my bag atop the dressing room counter.

“I know! I know! I’m really sorry! My apartment door wouldn’t lock and there was traffic and then-”

My director held up a hand, silencing me.

“I don’t care. Please-just, be ready to go by showtime.”

I nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes, of course. I will be ready, I promise.”

She quickly turned on her heels and began walking in the opposite direction. Her blue dress swayed gently as the dancers rushed around her. Her spine was straight, her posture rigid.

I don’t blame her. I'm just as nervous as everyone else to see how this performance goes. Unfortunately, I'm a dancer, so rigid posture isn't ideal. I'm forced to keep my anxiety bottled up inside my head.

“Y/N.”

My friend called my name, jolting me from my trance. She was fully dressed, with a full face of makeup. She stared at me, completely stunned.

“Y/N, you better hurry! Everyone else is ready to go!”

I moved rapidly, quickly opening my makeup bag, praying I had enough time.

“What took you so long?”

I slapped my palms against the table, annoyed.

“Oh, Clara, it’s been such an aggravating day.”

I stared at my reflection, watching as the foundation completely coated my face.

“Do tell.”

I took out my eye makeup.

“Well, first my apartment wouldn’t lock.”

I closed one eye and applied eyeshadow as quickly as I could.

“My key wouldn’t work! And of course I couldn’t just leave my apartment unlocked so I had to bother my neighbor to get the spare key I gave her.”

I moved on to the other eye.

“Then there was so much traffic. Then I couldn’t find a good parking spot because I got here so late. Then I had to walk almost six blocks.”

My eye makeup looked... alright. Sure, if I had an extra hour, I could make it look fantastic. But, due to my unfortunate situation, I had to settle for average.

“Wow girl, that’s rough. I’m sorry.”

I pulled out my blush.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think that cute guy will be here tonight.”

I scoffed loudly.

“He’s always here. If he goes four days without seeing a ballet, just assume he’s dead.”

Oh my goodness, that blush color was really clashing with my eyeshadow. Shit! I didn't have time to remove it and start over. Perhaps I could just add another color to my eyes, creating a strange hybrid color that would blend well with the blush.

“I don’t know Y/N. I’ve been here longer than you, and he only started going regularly once you got here.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, right. It’s probably just a coincidence. I doubt he’d spend a shit ton of money on fancy ballet tickets just to see some pretty girl dance.”

I watched Clara shrug from the corner of my eye.

“I dunno. He always dresses like he’s ready to meet the queen, and he sits in a box. He doesn’t seem short on funds. He definitely could be the type to buy ballet tickets just to admire you.”

Okay, the blush and eyeshadow looked fine. I could handle "fine." I could work with "fine.”

“I don’t know Clara. You know, when you watch a performance, faces and names blend together because there are so many people on stage. I doubt he picked me out of the crowd and decided I was going to become the object of his affection.”

I put on some red lipstick, trying not to be distracted by the fact that all the dancers I saw in the mirror were fully prepared.

“Besides, a handsome man like that?... he probably has a girlfriend.”

Clara perked up.

“Oh, so you admit you think he’s handsome.”

I rolled my eyes for a second time.

“I mean, come on Clara, look at him!”

Clara let out a loud and obnoxious laugh. My face turned hot. Thankfully, the makeup covered most of the natural pink that had begun to appear on my cheeks.

“Oh my God you have a little crush on him, don’t you!”

I held up my hands in defense.

“I am not having this conversation right now!”

I stood, rushing over to the costume rack.

“I’ve never seen him with a girl Y/N! I think he’s single and ready to mingle!”

Clara’s loud voice drew some attention. I swiveled on my heels and placed a finger to my lips.

“Sh!”

-

The show was finished, and the final bows were taken.

The roar of the crowd washed over me like a wave. I was moved to know that they were all applauding for this performance. As the entire company gathered for one final bow, I observed the crowd's faces contort into bright smiles. I felt moved knowing that at least one person in the audience was thinking about what a wonderful job I did tonight.

I hoped it was the man whose appearance I had grown accustomed to over the past few weeks.

The gold theater sparkled. The red seats gradually vanished as people rose to pay their respects to the performers.

I was unable to avoid glancing around at the various people in the crowd. I started in the box seats, hoping to spot a tall man with a penchant for fashion.

No luck.

My gaze was drawn to the floor seats. I scanned them all as quickly as I could. Maybe he sat closer? If he truly came to see me, it wouldn't hurt to get the best view possible in the front row.

No luck.

I'm not sure why I was so desperate for him to be here. Nonetheless, I felt my heart sink slightly as I considered the possibility that he missed tonight's performance.

We finished with a company bow. We waved goodbye, and quickly scattered off the stage.

“Y/N!”

Clara exclaimed as we walked back to the dressing rooms.

“You did so well! Jesus, I thought for sure you’d be all scattered from coming in late, but you really pulled it off well!”

I didn't notice her hands cutting through the air as she spoke. I didn't even bother looking at her. I kept my head down, stuffing various cosmetics into my black backpack.

“Thanks Clara.”

I said flatly.

“Alright, what’s going on? Who’s got you bummed?”

I grit my teeth.

“He’s not here tonight.”

Clara leaned in.

“What did you say?”

“I said he’s not here tonight!”

I snapped involuntarily. Clara retreated.

“Woah woah, how do you know this?”

“I didn’t see him in the crowd.”

Clara furrowed her brow.

“Come on Y/N, there’s thousands of people in that crowd! There’s no way you could’ve checked every seat for him!”

My lips were pursed. Clara wrapped her hands around my shoulders, soothing me. She leaned into my ear, lowering her voice to a whisper.

“I bet he showed up tonight. And if he didn’t, it was his loss entirely.”

-

The cold Paris air bit at my exposed skin. The chill penetrated my tank top, chilling me to the bone. I drew the sides of my peacoat together, attempting to conceal my torso and thighs from the wind.

I began to stroll, trying to enjoy the lovely Paris evening despite the fact that so much was less than ideal.

After about thirty paces, I was struck by an uneasy sense that someone was watching me. I initially ignored it. There were numerous high-rise apartment buildings. I'm sure that feeling came from being a window away from someone's living space, and the possibility that someone was watching me inadvertently.

I couldn't shake the feeling even after another thirty paces. The buildings in this particular neighborhood were completely dark. That is, everyone was sleeping, and if anyone was watching me, it probably would go unnoticed by bystanders.

I took a peek over my shoulder to ensure my intuition was correct.

About thirty feet behind me was a tall, lanky man in a black coat.

Alright, probably just a coincidence-

Wait.

I did a double take.

Holy shit.

It was the guy from the ballet!

This all is just one big coincidence.

I kept my head down, trying to maintain my composure.

His footsteps became audible. I focused on them, noticing that they were becoming slightly louder with every step.

Shit.

Shit!

God, this guy is a total creep! How could I be so stupid?!

I’m about to get totally kidnapped!

I started to move faster, trying to appear calm despite being aware that my heart was pounding in my ears. My blood rushed to my heart, leaving my face pale and cold.

God, he’s getting closer!

Jesus my stomach is in knots!

“Don’t look so frightened, darling.”

The man’s velvety accent pierced the air like a knife. My heart jumped.

I’m fucked.

“Really, I just want to talk with you.”

No way in hell was I stopping. My calves burned. My eyes were wide. My hands trembled within my pockets.

My chest came into contact with something solid. I stumbled back, looking up.

Oh my goodness, he was right in front of me.

How did he get there without me hearing?

The heat left my body.

I stood, wide eyed and perplexed.

The man's neutral gaze softened as he noticed my anxiety.

“I am very sorry to have frightened you, madame. I am simply a fan wishing to pay my respects.”

He placed a hand on his chest.

“I promise, I mean no harm. There is no reason to be frightened.”

He was considerably taller than me. In two seconds, he could pick me up and throw me into the back of a shady white van.

Nonetheless, his luxurious accent and courteous eyes made me believe he was telling the truth. So I allowed myself to relax ever so slightly.

“Did you come and see the show tonight?”

A smirk played on the corners of his lips.

“But of course. It would be foolish of me to disregard the opportunity to observe such talent.”

Wow, I'm going to give credit where credit is due. He’s a smooth talker. He speaks with such elegance. I'm unable to ignore his words. With bated breath, I await each sentence.

“Well, that is very kind of you to say.”

He slipped his hands into the pockets of his black overcoat, shrugging nonchalantly.

“I only convey the complete truth. In my lifetime, I have seen hundreds of ballets, operas, and plays. It is uncommon to find such a passion for the arts in the hearts of the prefromers. Few people allow creativity to encompass every aspect of them. But, I have noticed fire within you.”

He glanced deeply into my eyes, as if he wanted to capture some of the "fire" within me and preserve it for himself.

“I can tell by the way you dance and command the stage.”

The gentle breeze rustled the end of his overcoat as his pale eyes shone in the pale moonlight. He exuded a sense of mystery that beckoned me to embrace the unknown.

“Your blood runs red with creativity.”

He came to a halt, his piercing gaze catching my lips before darting back to my eyes.

“And, your beauty is unmatched.”

Forget about my face being cold; it was now scorching hot. I just hope I kept enough blush on my cheeks to hide the natural pink.

He extends his leg, the buckle of his pricey loafer catching the moonlight. He steps closer, the wonderful aroma of whiskey and bergamot wafting into my nose. The scent cloud muffles my brain, making me dizzy with anticipation.

“How long have you been dancing for?”

I raise my eyebrows.

“Oh, well, my entire life. I started the moment I could walk and I’ve pretty much been in the dance studio everyday since.”

The enigmatic man nodded, pleased with my response. I took my hands from my pockets, as they were sweating despite the chill.

“And… Do you enjoy it?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Yes, I remember, um-.”

I took a deep breath, careful not to trip over my words and reveal that my heart was racing.

“I remember my first official dance class. I was- about four or five.”

I swallowed, a lump forming in my throat.

“All the kids were complaining. I mean, y’know, at that age it basically is just an excuse for the parents to get their obnoxious kids out of the house.”

He chuckled.

Yes!

“But I never complained, not once. I loved it from the start. And, it’s completely consumed my life since then.”

He took another step forward. The distance between us was almost non-existent now. To meet his gaze, I had to almost completely crane my neck back.

“I can tell. You don’t just dance, you float over the stage. It really is beautiful to watch.”

His voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

“You are beautiful to watch.”

My stomach flipped.

My breath caught in my throat as he cupped my face with his hand. His grip was gentle, as if he were coddling a baby bird.

My mind was empty, a void waiting to be filled by him.

He exhaled deeply, a breath fanning over my face. I instinctively leaned into him, craving his warmth, craving his scent, craving…

Him.

He ran his calloused thumb along my cheekbone. My face was burning. I knew he could feel it beneath his palm.

He grinned.

“You have a very bright future in the arts. Paris is only the beginning.”

I could sense the tension rising. I was on the edge of my seat, waiting for something magnificent to unfold.

A hug?

A proclamation of love?

A kiss?

“I hope and pray that you will allow me to be an integral component of your bright future.”

He slipped something into my empty pocket sneakily. He smiled broadly. My heart skipped a beat. His smile was enticing, so simple yet so effective.

“Call me, Ma chère.”

He took a step back, turned, and began to stroll away. My shoulders loosened. My chest gave way. My cheeks had lost their warmth. The tension had been released.

I could breathe.

I could think.

“Wait!”

I shouted. He glanced over his shoulder.

His figure looked very intriguing. Most of his ridges and curves were hidden by his long coat. It enticed one to venture into uncharted territories.

“What’s your name?”

He scoffed.

“When you call, I will tell you.”

#marquis de gramont #marquis de gramont x reader #vincent de gramont #vincent de gramont x reader #marquis x reader #john wick #john wick 4 #marquis vincent de gramont #vincent de gramont x you #john wick smut #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard x reader #john wick series #john wick fanfic #john wick imagine #john wick movies #john wick franchise

[leejeongz]

evnne’s reaction when you pull another photocard that isn’t them? or when you have a different member in your phone case?

🫧 evnne reaction to you pulling another member’s photocard 🫧

pairing: boyf!evnne x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: jealousy

scenario: your boyfriend insisted on giving you a copy of his groups’ album and so he picked one up for you from the pile allocated for the members' family and friends. he handed it to you and watched you open it, only then realising that there was no guarantee that it would be his photocard in there.

𓆉 keita

“who is it?” keita asked, scurrying onto his knees to peep at the card that you were tilting away from him. he shuffled closer the more you tried to hide it, getting more and more excitable. “me?”

you giggled and stood from your cross legged position on the floor, “hanbin,” you turned the photocard quickly and flashed hanbin’s smiley face towards your boyfriend, almost taunting him.

keita looked up towards you, clearly slightly deflated but still up right on his knees. “don’t look so pleased!” he exclaimed, offended by your unhidable joy. “let me see,” he held out his arm and opened hand.

hesitantly, you placed the card into his hand, “don’t rip it or anything.”

“i won’t,” he inspected the card, “you wouldn’t be able to sell it if i did,” he tilted the card under the fluorescent light of the apartment, “or are you gonna keep it?” his eyes came to meet yours, searching for a truthful answer before you even opened your mouth.

you shrugged. “i dunno,” you took the card from his hands and slipped it back into the envelope, along with the other inclusions. “are you jealous?” you asked, wondering why he was being so off with you about it.

“of course not,” he stood, his hand coming to your upper arm, giving it a gentle squeeze, “it’s just a random piece of card,” he pointed at the envelope.

“yep,” you agreed, placing the envelope into the photo book before hovering your fingers over the CD and while attempting to take a long look at it just to avoid his eyes.

however, you very quickly failed when you felt his hand on your waist, hugging you from the side. “and i'm actually pretty relieved that you like all the members so much that you are happy with whoever you pulled,” he smiled to you, genuinely, hugging you closer, “just as long as you like me the most, of course.”

other members below the cut

𓆉 hanbin

“yunseo?!” he exclaimed, disgusted by your pull.

“he looks so cute, though,” bringing the card to your face, you took a closer look at the photocard. “isn’t he just adorable?” hanbin’s eyes widened, thinking you were going to kiss the card like a crazed fan.

“no!” hanbin retaliated, knowing you were just saying those things to get a rise out of him (and it was working). “mine were cuter,” he snatched the card from your hand.

“i doubt it,” you snatched it back.

“go and marry him then!” hanbin scoffed. as he tried to ignore you admiring the photocard, he pulled out his phone. “look,” he held it out to you, the screen displaying a trading instagram page, “they want that yunseo photocard, you can trade it, i’ll drop them a message right now.”

“no you won’t,” you snapped, a little too meanly for your own liking, even, “mr park hanbin, dance leader of evnne, who’s gonna believe you can’t get your hands on your own photocard?” you laughed.

in response, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, “true,” perhaps the first time you’ve won him in one of these petty fake arguments. “but what are you gonna do with it?” his eyes, dark and puppy like, were almost welling up at the thought of you keeping it.

“i’ll give it to my friend, she’s obsessed with him, and then i’ll buy one of yours, probably,” you shrugged, explaining what your plan was all along. “but they’re so expensive, hanbin, you really should consider not being so popular,” you scoffed at him again, making him smile proudly.

“i can’t help it, y/n, i’m pretty and talented and funny, the fans love me!”

𓆉 jeonghyeon

“oh,” jeonghyeon spies the unfamiliar looking card in the envelope that you’ve yet to look in.

“hey, i thought we were gonna look together?” you complain, the volume dropping as you saw his face. “what is it? is there any photocards in these ones? it’s okay, i mean, i only want one if it’s yours anyway.”

jeonghyeon pulled the card out with an exaggerated bottom lip quiver, revealing keita’s face.

“oh,” you repeat, “he looks so handsome though!” you admit, going to investigate the card in jeonghyeon’s hand further.

“he does,” jeonghyeon concedes, even though he’s so very jealous right now, he still can’t lie. “but you don’t want it, that’s what you said.”

“i did say that, didn’t i?” you bite the inside of your cheek, “maybe i could make an exception for this one very handsome man.” you tease, noting jeonghyeon’s widened eyes.

“no.”

“why not?” you pouted.

“what are you pouting for, i’m sure keita would love to be your boyfriend if you just asked him,” he rolled his eyes, quickly gathering that you were just teasing him. “but seriously, i’m going through that whole pile tomorrow and finding one with me in.” jeonghyeon placed the card back into the envelope and tossed it onto the table. “i know that you’re obsessed with me, just admit it,” he smiled innocently, “go on, admit it.” jeonghyeon’s arm tucked behind your neck, his hand suddenly on your shoulder making you burn up from shyness. “you only wanted MY photocard, so you must be.”

shuffling forward, away from the grasp of your boyfriend who was marking you blush incredibly hard, you grabbed the remote, “shall we watch some young royals, jeonghyeon?”

𓆉 seungeon

seungeon took one look at the photocard from over your shoulder and scoffed, “that’s not going in a top loader.”

you pulled the card close to your chest, “i thought you didn’t want to see who i got, and that you were going into the kitchen to grab a drink while i looked?”

“yeah, well, that was before i saw his face, okay?” seungeon made his way around the sofa to sit beside you and take the card from your hand. “i mean, it’s look at him, thinking he’s all cute.”

you leaned your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder to calm him, he clearly needed it. “that’s your team mate that you’re talking about, and he is cute, junghyun is the second cutest in the whole group, in fact.”

seungeon immediately looked to you, setting the card down on his lap as he did so, “who’s first? not jihoo, right?”

placing a kiss on his forehead, you answered, “no, silly.” seungeon radiated with happiness, you knew what you had to do, “it’s yunseo.”

offended, your head was shrugged off of seungeon’s shoulder before you could even laugh at your own joke, “no more freebies for you then,” with folded arms, he stood, the photocard dropping onto the sofa as he did so. “this time i am gonna get a drink and you can make your own.”

“seungeon, wait,” you chased after him as he stormed off “i was kidding, you’re the cutest! can i please get one of your pcs, ask around at work, i want one, pleaseee,” you begged as you followed your boyfriend to the kitchen.

“i’ll think about it.”

𓆉 yunseo

yunseo’s head fell naturally to your shoulder as you placed the rest of the album inserts onto the coffee table with the photocard, face down, in your hand.

“who’s it gonna be?” he wondered, his rhythmic way of speaking creating a drum roll as you flipped it. “ohhh, jeonghyeon,” yunseo pouted, looking up at you to see your response.

you didn’t give much reaction, you weren’t really too sure on how you should be feeling, but he didn’t really give you much time to process it anyway.

“you won’t be needing that, y/n,” yunseo took the card straight from your hand and chucked it back at the table with all the other inclusions, “so what do you think of the album?” he lifted his head but his eyes stayed on you expectedly.

“i love it!” you exclaimed, “your fans are gonna be super excited to see their pulls too.”

“huh?” yunseo pulled away from you even more, focus flicking between you and the jeonghyeon photocard, “you didn’t even see mine?”

“well, if jeonghyeon’s looks that good, i can only imagine how incredible yours are!” you reassured your boyfriend, who you never expected to get so jealous so easily.

he smiled in response, settling back into the crook onto your shoulder, tempted to kiss your neck, “i’ll find one for you, babe.”

𓆉 junghyun

frowning, you put the card face down on your lap. your fingers covered any writing on the back of the card, which junghyun tried to read, before he spoke up. “who is it?”

“seungeon,” you tried to smile at your boyfriend, who you expected to be extremely disappointed. normally, had junghyun not been there, you would have been over the moon to pull seungeon, but you didn’t want to upset junghyun. you showed him the photocard.

he smiled back, his hand coming to your hair and ruffling it, “it’s okay,” he laughed, “it’s just a card, i can get you another if you’re really that upset.” taking the card from your hand, he flicked it once and kissed his teeth, “it wouldn’t look that good in your phone case.” junghyun studied the pc, mimicking seungeon’s expression. “how did he even-” he puffed his cheeks more, making a kissy face before deflating them again, “did i do it?” he made the face again and held up a finger heart, opening his eyes briefly to see your reaction.

“don’t worry, obviously i love seungeon, but you’re way cuter ” you reassured your boyfriend with a nervous laugh, “and you’re right, only your photocard should be there.”

“wait,” junghyun placed the card down, picking up his hoodie instead, “let’s go out and take a picture to go there instead, baby.”

#evnne #evnne imagines #evnne reactions #keita #park hanbin #hanbin #lee jeonghyeon #yunseo #seungeon #mun junghyun

[dawn-moths]

Can i ask for 21 and 18 for Dabi/Touya? Daddy pls/j🥺

haha ok i got u 💕

prompt: brushing through the other's hair while talking & developing own terms for everything

character: dabi/touya (boku no hero academia)

words: 1100+

content warning: no warnings apply! just some cute, innocent fluff.

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“Wow…” you remark, fingers loosely threaded through Dabi’s inky spikes. “I’m actually surprised, y’know. I thought you’d have a lot more knots and tangles.”

From where his head is resting in your lap, Dabi tilts his face slightly more your way, half-lidded cobalt gaze meeting yours. He looks serene like this, all relaxed and pliable as he rests between your gently folded legs, but as the ghost of a smirk tugs up at one corner of his scarred lips, a spark of mischief wiggles its way in.

“Why?” he asks. Simple. Like he’s testing you.

Your soothing, stroking motions cease for a moment, staring down at him with a flicker of guilt. “I dunno,” you shrug, breaking eye contact for a second as you sarcastically roll your eyes. “Maybe because I’ve never seen you do anything to your hair besides embrace perpetual bedhead?”

At this, he puffs out a small breath of a laugh, lazily amused at your little quip.

“Yeah, and why would I…?” Reaching a big, slender fingered hand up to cup the smooth skin of your cheek, he concludes with, “When I have someone who’ll comb their fingers through it whenever I ask?”

The sincerity of the comment flusters you for a moment, but then you’re wearing that soft, sweet smile reserved only for him and melting further into his rough palm, eyes fluttering shut as you sigh against his familiar touch.

“I let you get away with too much,” you joke, continuing your rhythmic combing through his course dark hair, the first flurries of his natural snow white color just beginning to show at the roots. “Next thing I know, you’ll be asking me to dye it for you too.”

Dabi gives that some thought, then he says, voice dropping to a low, sated lull, “Y’know, that’s actually not a bad idea,” which earns him a teasing pull on his hair as you curl a loose fist through the strands and gently tug. “What?” He chuckles, beginning to reach further back to twine his fingers through your own hair, mimicking your tender ministrations the best he can from his current position. “Don’t like the idea of having your hands stained blue for weeks on end?”

If it was for you, you want to say, I wouldn’t mind at all. But what comes out instead is, “Better watch out or you might end up with neon blue in the end, if I feel like messing with you that day.”

“Oh, if you feel like messing with me, huh?” Dabi playfully mocks, winning another one of those melodic giggles from you, the kind he lives for. The kind that makes him forget, even if just for one fleeting moment in time, all the hardship he’s had to endure up until now. Will likely have to endure in the future to come. “You’d be in for one hell of a payback for that.”

You and him mutter some harmless banter back and forth for a little while longer until eventually a silence falls over you again. It’s the kind that almost had Dabi dozing off before you’d made the comment about his hair, the kind that keeps you mesmerized enough that you could absentmindedly comb through his spikes all afternoon.

“I wish things could stay like this forever…” you murmur under your breath, so quiet you’re not even sure Dabi heard you, the way his eyes are once again closed and his breathing is slow and shallow, no doubt on the precipice of unconsciousness.

But then he sighs out, without opening his eyes, “Me too…”

A couple seconds pass and then his head is reluctantly lifting from your lap, shifting his position to sit upright. You let out a small whine of protest but he’s quick to beckon you back into his arms, your back resting against his chest and feeling safe and comforted as his body heat seeps through the fabric of your clothes, cradling you in warmth.

“You know we gotta make that supply run today…” he reminds you, pulling you both back to the reality that is being a bunch of wanted criminals hiding out with not much to their names, having to sneak around the city and steal cheap food from convenience stores just to survive week to week, sometimes even day to day.

“Yeah, I know…” you mutter, not trying to hide your blatant not wanting to make that supply run today. You nuzzle your head closer into the crook of his neck and say, “Sphynx will have a meltdown if we’re not back before sundown…”

Dabi smirked to himself, then said, “Well we can ask Ragdoll to come along. She’s been complaining about being cooped up in here for too long…”

Now it was your turn to smile. Because it had been your idea to code name the other members of the League as different cat breeds. At first, Dabi scoffed at your little game, asked you why, so you’d just shrugged and answered, “Because it’s fun,” and then, after a moment’s hesitation and a devious expression forming on your face, you added, “And this way we can talk about people without them knowing, if they decide to listen in.”

And so the joke had stuck.

Tomura was, obviously, “Sphynx”, Toga was “Ragdoll”, after she’d caught wind of your guys’ inside joke and wanted to choose her own breed to be referred by. As for the others, Jin was “Persian”, Spinner was “Devon Rex”, Atsuhiro was “Russian Blue”, and Kurogiri was “Bombay”.

Just for fun, you’d assigned one to Dabi— “Calico”— and for you, you’d chosen “Siamese”.

There had even been a few times when Tomura had been nearby while you two had been talking about him, butting in to ask, “Who the hell’s Sphynx?” only for you and Dabi to exchange smug glances and then reply, “No one. Don’t worry about it,” and then try to contain your laughter until he walked away lest you blow your entire cover.

It was just some silly, harmless fun, but it helped make the dingy, mundane, day to day of slumping around the bar that was currently serving as the main HQ a little more bearable, so Dabi didn’t mind playing along.

“Guess we should get ready to head out…” Dabi looked down at you, now settled in his lap, and quirked up one dark brow, “Don’cha think?”

You hummed out a twinkling giggle, Dabi’s heart stuttering a beat at such a genuine, jovial sound. You said, “If we have to. But this time you’re gonna be on lookout while I grab the goods. Deal, Calico?”

He flashed a grin that was half challenging, half proud. “Deal, Siamese.”

He’d taught you almost everything you knew, since you’d been taken in by the League. He felt pride in knowing, for as sweet as you were with him when you two were alone, he’d also been the one to corrupt you, in one way or another.

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send me a number from this prompt list + one of the characters i write for and i’ll write a short lil something for you 💕

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[urfavnegronerd]

boxer boy pt.2

warnings: swearing, use of the n word, grammarly edited, proofread, nun too serious

a/n: giggled while writing this

w/c: 2.1k ish

published: august 7, 2023

That Saturday, the air was brisk and slightly windy from the fire escape outside Kori’s bedroom where she and Lilac were doing homework

“So you met that guy right?” 

“Which guy? Can I use your sleeve, my uniform doesn’t clean my glasses right” 

“Blind-ass. Sure,” Lilac sighs,  rolling her eyes “That guy I was telling you about?” 

“Thanks,” Kori mumbles, pulling the spectacles off their nose “I mean, I met a guy, he’s cool I guess,”

“Yeah? What’s his name?” 

“Miles,” 

“What’s he look like?” 

“Don’t you have English homework to do?” 

“It’s just some stupid notes on some random-ass personal narrative we read in class.” she sighs “Tell me about this boy,” 

“Ion know shit about this boy, Lilac, all I know is he likes my shoes and knows Kendrick Lamar,”  they reply “Why does it matter?” 

“Because it’s a boyyyyyyy, you been all busy in them lil classrooms in shit,” 

“I ain't busy I’m focused, there's a difference” 

“Yeah whatever, do you think he’s cute?” 

“I dunno, I barely spoke to him,” 

“What? I bust my ass trying to find you a friend and you barely spoke to him,” 

“You literally just texted someone, calm down,” 

“Same thing, come on K dot, you know what I mean,” 

A sigh, then an eye roll. 

“Do your homework, Lilac,”

“You’re no fun,” 

Did Kori think Miles was attractive? It’s hard to tell, they just met for heaven's sake, what was it supposed to be a love-at-first-sight thing? He’s literally just a guy, Kori knows plenty of guys. 

“So, what about that girl, Kori?” 

“What about her?” 

Jakobi pointedly glares at Miles, popping his head out from behind the bag. 

“What?” 

“Miles, nigga, can you not be so hard-headed for once?”  

“What?” 

“Would you take a hint?” 

“I already told you, ain’t lookin for a girl,” 

“She doesn’t have to be your girl man, I’m just tryna get you out there,” 

Miles pauses and steps back from the bag swiveling his head to look at Jakobi. 

“Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You been different since your dad man, I’m just trying to get you more Miles, bruh, that’s all. Nun too serious,” 

“Nigga–” 

“I get that the process is different for everybody, but come on your dad wouldn’t want you to be this fucked up about it for this long,” 

“Yeah, whatever,” 

“So? What’s Kori like?” 

“They’re aight I guess, cool shoes,” 

“Other than they shoes, bruh” 

“Nice hair I guess, you want the bag?” 

“Stop changing the subject, and yes I do,” 

The two briefly switch spots. 

“So?” 

“What?” 

“You want to get to know her at all or?” 

“I guess,” 

“That’s enough for me,” 

“Can you actually jab?” 

“Shut the fuck up,”  

The following Monday, the air was light and chilly while a snake of less than enthusiastic students make their way up to Visions Academy. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” 

“Hi, Miles.” Kori turns, pulling out their earbuds, “How was your weekend?” 

Falling into step beside her, Miles shrugs. 

“Aight I guess, training, and then homework, you?” 

“Training?” 

“Boxing,” 

“Oh tight, my grandfather used to watch old matches when I was little,” 

“You box?” 

They snort. Miles pauses, examining the air around the two of them, Kori’s face more specifically. How her nose turns up and how their mouth stubbornly contorts and twists up into a smile, how there's just barely a gap between her two front teeth. Not too serious for braces.

“Fuck no, ‘m not coordinated enough for that,” 

“Yeah? Doubt it,” 

“Fuck you mean ‘doubt it’?” 

“All I’m saying is I see what you be painting in AP art, that's not uncoordinated,” 

“Keeping tabs on me, Morales?” 

“You wish,” 

“Whatever,” 

Oh shit.  

“I’m just saying, what you be doing has to have some sort of coordination,” 

“Not really,” 

Miles raises his brow. 

“Girl, be for real wimme right now,” 

“I am being for real,” 

“So them lil characters you be painting, no coordination?” 

Was Miles looking at her paintings? 

“Nah,” 

“Girl that's bullshit if I’ve ever heard it,” 

“I guess there's some coordination behind it, Ion think so though,” 

“So, who’s your favorite boxer?” 

“Adonis Creed?” 

It’s Miles’ turn to snort and Kori’s turn to observe. Miles had slight dimples on both sides of his face, and his braids traveled with him. Bright white teeth hidden behind a full pair of lips, but his bottom lip was bigger than the top lip. His nose crinkled slightly, but mostly from the side.  

Oh fuck.

“Are you for real?” 

“Partially,” 

“For real, though” 

“Tyson prolly, I’d say Ali, but that's cliché” 

“Them cats is intense,” 

Oh shit. 

“I guess, they’re good though,” 

“Yeah, they are,” 

“Where you transfer from?” 

“What?” 

“I mean, Ian seen you around here since last month,” 

“Maybe you jus aint look in the right places,” 

“I got eyes everywhere,” 

“Oscasio Charter in Brooklyn Heights,” 

“Oh no shit, my boy goes there,” 

“Small world,” 

“Hey, so–” 

The two get cut off by the warning bell. 

“See you in art,” 

“Uh, yeah, see you,” 

What the fuck just happened? 

Six hours later, Miles bounds down the stairs to the unusually full gym, meaning there were only two extra heads in the gym. But shit adds up. And, Kori was there? Alongside an unfamiliar face and Jakobi. The air in the gym was unusually stuffy and hung heavily in the air. 

“Aye, Ma–” 

“Jakobi, nigga get the fuck off Kori,” 

“Ain’t nobody say I was talking to her,” 

“Ion want your raggedy ass neither,” 

“Yeah, alright,” 

“Kori?” 

“Oh, hi,” 

“I thought you ain’t box,” 

“Lilac wanted to try it,” 

She waves from behind Kori. 

“Oh,” 

“Yeah,” 

“Miles!”  

“That’s Alexei, I’ll see you, Kori,” 

“Yeah, see you,” 

They turn around to a seemingly bursting Lilac. 

“Girl what was that?: 

“What was what?” 

“You’re so ridiculous,”  

“What?” 

“Nevermind,” 

“Okay, you tying your gloves wrong,” 

“Smartass,” 

Lilac was off, somewhere learning the ropes from that Jakobi guy and so Kori was off and alone. Too nervous to leave Lilac alone, because this was an all-guy gym, they decide to look around. With wide eyes, they ogle at everything within a two-foot radius. The gym smelled pungent, but what else was she to expect from a boxing gym damn near next to the sewers in Brooklyn? Lightly running her hand on the wall, she walked the perimeter observing, the wall was a mixture of cool and damp. She gently began to weave in between the rows and rows of bags, eyeing anything and anyone in sight. Anyone including Miles. He was good, with clean technique, power exuding from each and every jab he threw, gentle muscles jumping out from under his muscle tee, sweat dotting his forehead and collecting on his brow. Eyes level and focused, slightly narrowed. Focused and… a little beautiful, not that Kori would ever admit it. 

“You wanna try?” 

Kori snaps out of their trance. 

“Hm?” 

“Wanna try?” 

“Oh, uh, I probably shouldn’t” 

“Oh right,” He breathes “Uncoordinated,” 

“You have an excellent memory,” 

“Just one punch?” 

Kori rolls her eyes and laughs, slowly trekking over to the bag Miles was stationed at. 

“Ion even know how to throw one,” 

“It’s easy, come here,” He gently tugs at their wrist, “It’ll be fine.” 

Sidling up behind her, his breath tickles at her neck, hands resting on their waist.

“This okay?” He whispers in their ear, breath hot on their neck. 

“I’m not sure this is a good idea, Miles,” 

“I know what I’m doing, now, put your legs shoulder width apart,” 

“Like this?” 

“Yeah, now bring your hand up and keep your elbows in,” His hands move to guide their arms, adjusting his head to rest on her shoulders. “And then extend your arm, but not all the way through, leave a little bend in your elbow,” He mumbles, guiding her arm forward so their knuckles lightly brush the leather of the bag

“Why aren’t I fully extending?” She whispers, breath lightly hitching in their throat.  

“So you don’t waste time trying to bring the fist back,” Miles tugs their arm back, gently leading her arm to their side again. 

“Oh,” 

“It’s about mostly about power, speed comes second,” He steps back, “Throw one again,” 

Throwing a gentle punch again, she complies and turns to look at him again, a smile dancing on their lips as she shoves their glasses up her nose. 

“Like that?” 

“Kinda, your recovery is a little on the slower side, but for a beginner, that was good,” 

“Told you,” she giggles stepping away from the bag. “Uncoordinated.”  

“Nah, you just need practice,” 

“Yeah, whatever, boxer boy,” 

“You’re a trip, Kori,” 

“I know.” They shrug “I got Astronomy homework, see you tomorrow Miles,” 

“Yeah, K dot, see you,” Miles replies, jogging backward and waving lightly.

“Lilac?” 

“GIRL–” 

“Tone it all the way down,” Kori yawns, rubbing their eyes, leaning back in her chair. 

“Whatever, what was that?” 

“My calculus homework, you interrupted it,” 

“Not that you nerd, at the gym earlier,” 

“What was what?” 

“Ugh, how thick skulled are you?” 

“Judging on your tone, very,” 

“Kori he likes you,” 

“Who?” 

“Oh my god, Miles,” 

“No, he doesn’t,” 

“I don’t think he teaches just anyone how to throw a punch, much less like that,” 

“Like what?” 

“All up behind you,” 

“Oh my god, it was nothing,” She knew full and well it wasn’t nothing. But Miles was just a boy. 

“Whatever, what’d your mom make tonight,” 

“I’m in the Visions dorms during the week,” 

“Ugh right.” She scoffs, “You think you can sneak out?” 

“Lilac,” 

“What?!?” 

Kori laughs, rolling her eyes. 

“I’ll see you later K dot,” 

“Bye Lilac, love you,” 

“Love you too, bye” 

And then Kori was alone, silence flooding the dorm as a gentle October breeze wheezes through the dorm. Again, she didn’t necessarily hate Visions, they just hated how it made her feel. Small, like, playground small. Sighing, they warily look out the window at the last sliver of sunset dancing over the buildings and streetlamps. Huffing and returning back to the last of her homework, they rest her head on her hand, back to solving calculus problems. 

Hours later, tying her braids into a scarf and lazily stuffing them into a bonnet, they lazily make their way to bed, rubbing their face and yawning. Flopping down onto the stiff Visions Academy mattress, she sighs and yawns staring at the ceiling, when there's an abrupt scream and a flash of purple outside her window. Stumbling across her dorm, tripping over stray textbooks, and sloppily driving her glasses up their nose, she presses against the window. 

“What?”   

Almost as if on cue, the flash of purple appears again dragging a semi-lifeless body behind it, tying it to a streetlight down the block from her dorm. The Prowler. Brooklyn’s finest vigilante, what seems like the only person looking out for the city, making it a little safer for everyone. Older women stayed out a little later, laughing on city buses, young children skipped rope on their stoops a little later each night, and Kori felt a little better, walking home from the bus stop.  

Adjusting herself to see a bit better, leaning up on her tiptoes and craning her neck she fuses her face to the window, what was going on? Quickly and quietly sliding the window open, they lean out and bracing their arms on the windowsill, craning her head as far as humanly possible. The Prowler’s claws are extracted from his metal gauntlet in one quick motion, as he stands menacingly over the seemingly lifeless body, waiting for it to make a move. 

From down the street, another figure jogs up and joins him. The second figure is clad in a black zip-up hoodie and a ratty pair of sweatpants, face covered by a surgical mask. But those eyes, Kori has to have seen them before, intense and focused, narrowed in concentration. Where had she seen them? As the almost-familiar figure bounds up to the Prowler's side, Prowler speaks in a deep, almost demonic, warbled voice.

“Clean it up,” 

Instantaneously, Prowler's gone, speeding down the street on a purple motorbike. The hooded figure sizes up the body slumped in front of a streetlight, throws its head back, and sighs. Frantically looking both ways down the street to find not a soul lurking, the silhouette pushes back their hood. Those braids. She had to have seen them somewhere, two cornrows, tightly woven onto their scalp with a slight taper fade sharply dividing the skull from the nape of their neck. 

“Miles?” Kori whispers, pulling herself back into her dorm and shutting the window in haste.

Oh shit. 

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a/n: bounce concepts off me in asks/ leave reqs

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

xoxo,

rae <3

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[notroosterbradshaw]

Could you do a fluffy rooster Drabble where rooster and the reader adopt a Aussie puppy? Like oozing fluff 🥰 if you’re not able to then no worries 🤗 thanks and enjoy your weekend!

Aussies are my one of my favourites, so an Aussie you shall get!

“Rooster, something wildly unimaginable has happened,” you announced, walking into his music room. He looked up, pick between his teeth and frowned as your phone was thrust into his face. Hazel eyes focussing, he saw the Instagram logo and wasn’t as concerned.

“What influencer died?” He asked, returning back to his tuning.

“What?” You asked, confused. “It’s a puppy,” you showed him again, pointing. “Her name is Betsy!”

“Ahh,” he looked again, a bit miffed. “Cute.”

“Rooster!” You exclaimed. “Did you read the handle? Did you read the wordy bit?”

He sighed, placing his guitar in the case and giving you his attention. He took the pick and tossed it in there too. “Cliff’s Notes?”

“Pup for adoption in SD. It’s an Aussie Shepherd. They don’t just become adoptable. They’re bred. You don’t just trip over one at the pound,” you explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Okay,” he shrugged. And it hit him. “No.”

“Rooster!” You were aghast. “You won’t even go look?”

“I fly out next week.”

“I don’t.”

Oh. He pursed his lips. “You’re going to be lonely,” he realised. “You’ve never mentioned a pet before.”

True. “Yeah, I haven’t,” you admitted. “But look how cute,” you showed him the photo again and he took it a little more seriously this time. It was a good-looking puppy.

“Why would someone hand in a dog like this?”

“I dunno. Maybe a bit of a problem child for the past owner. They’re very intelligent.”

“Problem child? I’m familiar,” he teased.

Your eyes bugged. “You’re not even going to entertain this, are you?”

“A puppy is a lot,” he said softly as you put the phone in his face again, and you knew he was actually reading this time, looking at the little pup. “I don’t doubt you will be a great dog mom. I just can’t help you when I’m gone. You work long hours too. It wouldn’t be fair.”

Sighing, you knew he was right. Argh. You really hated that and left silently. Rooster’s shoulders slumped, hating that he’d disappointed you. But it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing. You’d come around.

You didn’t a day later. Or the day after that. And Rooster found himself doing one thing he never assumed.

“Baby?” Rooster called as you walked in from work. You hummed in reply, exhausted after hours of running kids’ swimming lessons. He smiled, greeting you from the living room. “How was your day?”

“I’m so tired,” you admitted. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Okay,” he said.

The sound of a yip came from the kitchen. Eyes raw from chlorine, you squinted at Rooster. “What was that?”

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Didn’t hear any - “

YIP! Yip, yip!

“That was a dog!” You accused him, pushing past him, into the kitchen seeing the pup, about 10-11 weeks old, sitting timidly. You were a new face but she yipped again. “Hi, Betsy,” you got to your knees as Rooster wandered back in and gave you a small smile. “Oh, my God!”

“Surprise?” Rooster said quietly.

“Surprised,” you confirmed, giving him a wide grin. “How did you do this?”

“You were right, she was a bit too much work for her last owner. But the adoption place said she should start puppy training asap, we sleep her in a crate, which I gotta admit, I’m not entirely sold on,” he paused as she bounded over to him and he picked her up. “I had to do this questionnaire about why I’d be a great, and I quote “dog dad”,” he said in air quotes as he stood and brought her to you. “But apparently I passed with flying colours.”

“You went in your flight suit, didn’t you?” You figured, letting Betsy sniff you and finally, she started licking you.

“Yeah, got no shame,” Rooster admitted, cheeks flushing. “There were 54 applicants to get her. We have a cooling-off period if we want to return her - “

“No!” You exclaimed, watching man and pup. And gee, it was sexy.

“Of course not. She’s had all her shots to now. They made no secret that it will be hard and that we will have to be patient. You think we can still do this?”

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, oh my word. She is gorgeous.”

“I got a lead, bowl,” he pointed to the pink metal bowl. “Then went to the pet superstore - a fucking superstore for pet shop. Blew my mind. So she has puppy food, chew toys - “

“You had the time of your life, didn’t you?” You said as Rooster blushed and held Betsy out to you. He nodded. “Not all my ideas are terrible,” you said and Betsy kicked your nose.

“Wanna take her for a walk?” He asked. “I’ve been waiting until you got home.”

“Yeah!” You exclaimed and moved over to cuddle him. “This is amazing, thank you, Bradley.”

“We got this.”

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[sanjoongie]

FFF~ Day Three

♡Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f)

♡Genre: Smut with no plot :)

♡Au: non idol, established relationship

♡Word Count: 1,394

♡Warnings: uniform kink, roleplaying {master/maid}, cum eating, m receiving oral, praise kink, degradation kink, f and m orgasm, reverse cowgirl, creampie

♡Rated: 18+ MDNI

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Somnophilia, JYH | Next Day~ Feminization, KHJ

♡Dedication~ @flurrys-creativity thank you for beta-ing even though you didn't know what a beta was 😆 and @toxicccred for reassuring me that it was perfect

The days leading up to your anniversary gave you butterflies. Yeosang, pretending to be a horrible boyfriend, would pull cute little antics at the last minute and make you feel loved. “Oops, I forgot I had these flowers in the car” or “Looks like we’ll have to share these chocolate covered strawberries” had only worked so long until you started to look forward to these tiny gifts of love. But the piece de la resistance was in fact your gift for Yeosang. 

“If you keep me waiting for too long, I’m going to assume you’ve actually left,” Yeosang called out from on your bed.

You adjusted the apron one last time before taking a deep breath and entering your bedroom. Yeosang was on the bed in a full suit, palms down and his arms propping him up. His legs were on the side of the bed and he was blindfolded.

“You’ll tell me immediately if you hate it, right?” You asked cautiously.

Yeosang’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Unless you’re wearing a blow-up banana suit, I doubt I won’t like it.”

“Yeosang!” You scolded him. He was just teasing you to calm your nerves but it wasn’t helping.

Yeosang nodded calmly. “Promise, I’ll tell you if it’s not to my liking.”

“Okay, here goes nothing,” You muttered under your breath.

You bent over to pull the blindfold off of Yeosang’s eyes and backed up one step. You meant for two but Yeosang’s hand curved behind your thigh immediately to stop you. “Let me look at you,” He murmured.

Those beautiful eyes of his traveled down every inch of your body. He took in the cap on your head, the red lipstick, the way your boobs practically popped out of the top of the outfit, down the itsy bitsy skirt, lingered at the thigh highs, then found you in stiletto heels. Unconsciously, his tongue came out to lick his lips. “Why in the world would you think I wouldn’t like this?”

You teetered in your heels anxiously. “I dunno,” You wailed, “Maybe you don’t like maid outfits.”

Yeosang’s eyes finally came back to meet yours. “Well…I like it a lot.”

“Should we…play a bit?”

“Please,” Yeosang said, his voice a bit rough now and it almost made you weak in the knees.

“Master, you called for me?” You said in a syrupy-sweet voice.

Yeosang’s face became aloof. “There’s a mess I want you to clean up.”

You pretended to cast an eye over the room. “Master, I see no mess.”

Yeosang’s hands moved to his waistband. “It’s your fault really.” He continued his tirade while he lifted his hips and pulled down his pants, “You’re walking around this place, dusting this and bending over to pick up that. What else am I supposed to do?” 

You gulped as Yeosang revealed that his dick was indeed covered in his own cum. Did he rub one off while you had been preparing? What had he even been thinking about? You dropped to your knees between his spread legs immediately. Your butt cheeks sat against the heel of your feet and you put your hands on your thighs demurely. 

“I will clean it up, Master,” You proclaimed. 

You reached out with your hands and Yeosang slapped them. “With your mouth and tongue. Only,” He growled.

You took a deep breath and then leaned over. You gave careful kitten licks to his cock, making sure to scoop up the cum and swallow it diligently. You couldn't hold him in place with your hands, so you had to nudge his soft cock this way and that, so you could do a complete job. The down side to that is that your cheeks and chin wind up covered in his cum as well. You’re aware your makeup is a mess, but by the look of his blown-out pupils in Yeosang’s eyes, you figured that’s only a plus for him.

“Did I do a good job, Master?” You wondered out loud. 

Yeosang was back to full mast again, throbbing against his stomach. “You did a wonderful job, Kitten.”

Your tongue came out to lazily lick the side of your lips. “How else can I be of service?”

Yeosang tsked, sounding very strained but unsatisfied. “Look what you’ve done? You’ve turned me on yet again. You’ll have to take care of this right away.”

“Yes, Master.” You immediately reached under your skirt and pulled down your underwear, stepping out of them as carefully as you could, considering your heels. 

You faced him, looking to straddle his lap when Yeosang frowned at you. “I don’t want to look at you! Turn around. You’re just a hole for me to use, after all.”

You whimpered at the degradation but turned around nonetheless. Yeosang’s hands moved to your hips to guide you down on him. With one hand on his cock, the head nudging your wet hole, you braced yourself. It wasn’t the length that was the problem with Yeosang, it was his girth. 

“Come on, Kitten, I know you can take it,” He purred behind you.

The whiplash Yeosang was giving you between being nice and mean was something else. “M-master,” You stuttered, “So thick.”

“That’s it,” He encouraged you until he bottomed out inside of you and let out a sigh of relief. “There, see? That wasn’t so hard.”

You took a moment to just drink in the feeling of Yeosang completely inside of you. Perhaps you could convince Yeosang to allow you to cockwarm him in this outfit later. The thought gave you goosebumps.

“Well?” Yeosang wondered, “Do you need help fucking me too?”

“No, Master,” You said, your tone apologetic.

First, you moved your hips in a figure eight. You reached behind you, pressing your back against his chest and burying your hand into his hair at the nape of his neck. You let out small noises of pleasure as you built up the lust in your body. You could feel puffs of air hitting your bare shoulder. Yeosang would randomly bend down to kiss the sensitive skin there; your boyfriend Yeosang still peeking through the roleplay.

But soon, Yeosang got impatient with the pace. “Not good enough, Kitten,” He grunted. 

Where before his hands were on your hips, simply as a place to put them, now his fingers bit firmly into the flesh there. Yeosang brought you harshly down on his cock, the slap of skin on skin echoing throughout the room. You cried out at the force in which you were taking his cock. It felt so good to have Yeosang take control; to take what he wanted from your body. 

“More!” You moaned.

“Do you like it?” Yeosang said through gritted teeth, “Like when I slam into you like you're just a hole to be used?”

You groaned throatily, both hands buried deep into his hair, holding on for dear life. “Yes, yes, yes,” was all that you could manage to chant for him.

“Be a good girl for me, I’m gonna come inside of you now,” Yeosang announced.

“Master, no!” You protested, “You can’t come inside of me!”

Yeosang giggled, almost child-like in his glee to do something he shouldn’t. “Oh yes, Kitten, I’m gonna come in this naughty hole of yours and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He thrusted into you hard and fast and had you coming swiftly. Your breath left your throat in a rush of shout and you slumped against his body, riding out the wave that was your climax. You whimpered when he held you down, shooting his seed deep inside of you. “That’s my good Kitten. Take all of me,” He murmured into the shell of your ear, slowly thrusting until there was nothing left for him to give.

Yeosang pushed you off his lap and you landed on the carpet of the floor on your knees. All your energy had escaped you, so you were face down, ass up, on display for Yeosang. He groaned at the view of his cum seeping out of your used hole.

“Careful, Kitten,” He chuckled darkly, “Or you might have another mess to clean up.”

You whined at the thought but almost choked when he said. “If you get even a bit of my cum on that carpet, I’m making you clean it up with your tongue.”

Happy Anniversary to you too?

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Somnophilia, JYH | Next Day~ Feminization, KHJ

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #thekpopuniverse #february filth fest #ateez smut #kang yeosang smut #atz smut #yeosang smut #reader x yeosang #ღatz #topaz's work #ateez scenarios #kang yeosang scenarios

[erratic-sanguine]

Can i please get some general hcs for Cherri Bomb, Verosika and Angel dust with a pornstar s/o. also, remember to drink lots of water and get a good night's sleep.

Love me some water, dunno about sleep though cause my schedule is all screwed up.

But anyway, I hope you have a good day and enjoy these!

~~~

-Cherri Bomb-

You met Cherri through Angel, the two of you hitting it off almost instantly through your connected friend and just how fun she was.

She would repeatedly say that she was happy to be a lifeline for you if you needed it, knowing from Angel how terrible being in that business was.

She would definitely offer to blow the place up to give you a few days break, she’s sweet like that.

Drinks and parties with you a lot, don’t even have to go out anywhere, you two will just chill at her place and rock out.

You’re the first to initiate any sort of relationship with her, even if it was awkward to start flirting with your friend.

Cherri was all for it though, and within the week you two were dating.

Dates with Cherri often involved bombing porno studios, helping your girlfriend out in turf wars, and babysitting Fat Nuggets for Angel.

Cherri is also very physically affectionate, wanting to be close and holding you as much as she can, though if you have a similar experience to Angel she’ll reign back her impulses to make sure you aren’t pressured or feel uncomfortable with her.

Further in the relationship when you and Cherri are more comfortable with each other, you’ll definitely be putting those skills you’ve learned in the industry to use.

And Cherri loves it.

Angel is you and Cherri’s number one fan, cooing over the cute little relationship you and his girl buddy have, would definitely have a shirt with you two on it and a foam finger.

-Verosika-

You two were business partners for a while, outsourcing Verosika’s albums through avenues that wouldn’t normally be available. Like in the strip clubs and studios.

In truth you were mostly just a liaison, being there to relay information from either source. Though that didn’t mean you weren’t socialising with the Succubus Pop Star on the regular, in fact you two often woke up together under the same sheets.

At first it was just a thing you two did, fuck buddies and all that, but somewhere along the lines that line started getting blurry.

It started when Verosika started hanging with you socially with no expectations of later tonight, not even realising that until she gave you a kiss before parting ways.

But she didn’t act on it until it got to the point where another demon was harassing you, grabbing at you and making lots of gross remarks about how well they’ll treat you tonight.

She immediately had Tex throw that useless waste of space out, dragging you over to her private booth and pouting while sitting herself in your lap.

It was obviously going to lead somewhere you two never thought it would ever lead, the thought of romance and love having been ripped away from you two long ago.

Yet you both tried, regardless of the doubt that crawled on your backs or the past that held you back.

She’d tell you about her ex, Blitzo, and how he pretty much left her stranded for a while. It’s easy to see why she’d be hesitant on trusting love after that.

Though she was surprisingly more empathetic for you, after all you were stuck doing something she did for fun, and knowing the porn business like she did it was often one sided.

Any romping you two did after that point much much slower for a while, taking the time to learn each others bodies and interests. Though Verosika was a brat, so it doesn’t last long.

She requires constant attention, wanting to be your centre of attention at all times, constantly worrying you’ll either leave her or be stolen away.

Which is why she’s currently looking for a way to break your contract, ain’t no love of hers tied down by some flimsy paper.

-Angel Dust-

Angel was always someone who comes to you for an issue, since you were a bit higher up on the totem pole in this business and actually listen to him.

You couldn’t protect him from Val, but you were often a temporary shield from the Overlord. Val couldn’t just replace you after all, not without seriously damaging his precariously built empire.

You would often cover for him, taking his shifts and swapping jobs though it does make him feel guilty when he gets off the hook and you take the heat.

Because of this he treats you well with sweets, plushies, spas and personal massages. He also lets you cuddle with Fat Nuggets, the little piglet was very fond of you, which certainly didn’t help his fluttering heart.

He never said anything to you in fear of rejection or harsher treatment from Val which you would no doubt take for him, the spider not wanting to subject either of you to such scenarios.

Though he wouldn’t have a choice, as one night when you two were in your prestige room, the both of you got into the hard hitting drinks.

You were the first to drunkenly confess, Angel being both embarrassed and felt such relief as he was quick to fill you in on his own feelings.

It didn’t take make after that before you were messing up the sheets.

Angel would be a sweet lover, caring after your every need to the best of his ability while you did the same. You both looked after each other closely, covering each other’s back and frequently hiding out at the new hotel he’s staying with.

He’s constantly with you, multiple arms around you and he would often carry you with or without your permission. He’s also a huge tease and will always be holding you some way.

Just know you’ll always be his knight in shining armour, there to protect and love him no matter what.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin angel dust #hazbin cherri bomb #helluva boss #helluva boss verosika mayday #angel dust #cherri bomb #verosika #verosika mayday #angel x reader #angel dust x reader #cherri bomb x reader #cherri x reader #verosika x reader

[pretentiouswreckingball]

20 questions for fic writers!

thank you for the tag lovely kay @xjustakay <3

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

Six so far!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

57,991 —which might not seem much but still, very proud of it, specially because a year ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed writing that many words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far only marauders, but I have some drarry/golden trio era in the making, as well as some PJO and GO so, we’ll see!

4. What are you top 5 fics by kudos?

Since I don’t have that many I’ll only put my top three:

Archenemies (or so he thought) -> Sirius hunts down his bestie James for ditching him on a prank and finds him cuddling with the enemy (a black cat) who turns out to be more of a pain in the ass than he expected, especially because for some reason, the little shit acts a lot like his brother.

Don’t threaten me with a good time -> Ah, Black cats, mischievous little things, aren’t they? Known for being a pain in the ass for older brothers, a good companion for best friends and devil incarnated for lovers and love ones alike.

When it rains -> It all comes down to a certain bus stop on a rainy week. Between interesting chats, pastries and being almost ran over by a purple car, there’s something about the person they share the bus stop with that seems familiar. (Basically a bunch of meet-cutes and pinning idiots being, well, idiots)

5. Do you respond comments? Why or why not?

I do, yes! I love responding to comments but sometimes I tell myself I’m going to answer later in the day and I forget :( but I do love comments, they make my day every time. 💘

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hands down it will be slow dancing in the dark, the whole fic is quite angsty, at least for me, but I wouldn’t say it has a angsty ending, maybe a little— nvm I just re-read it. Yeah, it’s sad.

7. What is a fic your wrote with the happiest ending?

My babygirl some sunny day, that fic is my go-to when I remember this fandom is based in death, angst and misery hahaha. Some sunny day is like a, well, a ray of sunshine lmao. It has my favorite setting, my fave pairs and some Spanish here and there. Love it dearly.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no, maybe some weird ones but nothing that I would count as hateful. Really grateful for that, dunno what I would do if I were to receive those on a daily basis, never post again most likely lmao.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Haven’t post smut yet but I wrote some, still in the doc and everything but is there, waiting to be posted 😈

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest you’ve written?

Not really my thing, no. but maybe! who knows

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, haven’t looked Wattpad yet tho.

12. Have you ever has a fic translated?

No, but if anyone would want to, it would be lovely!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

It’s in the making, actually! @sequinhaze and I are doing a drarry fic, so there’s that 😌

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

All-time favorite is a not easy to answer, i mean currently it’s drarry and jeggy but my first was Percabeth and Solangelo, I was a sucker for them and still am. So maybe them.

15. What’s a wip you what to finish but doubt you ever will?

The empire of the sun trilogy jsjsjs maybe I’ll finish the first one but the other two seem pretty far away for me right now, but one never knows so.

Also copying Kay’s answer here because my google docs also looks like a graveyard of unfinished works lmao.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I believe I give a solid characterization and maybe storytelling (?? Inner monologue maybe? love to see the chaos i created in my little puppets.

17. What are you writing weaknesses?

Run on sentences, I’ve been told I tend to do that a lot hehe and comas —also it costs me greatly to just write, if I’m not in the mood it’s hard for me to just go for it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

1000% I’m favor. Some of my fics have French/Spanish in them, I like the idea of leaving non-spanish speakers to go to the end notes or to google translate or straight-up wonder what the hell I’m talking about jsjsj

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Some 1D and JB back in the day, so you bet your asses y/n and I were besties

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

About time, scars and the brightest stars is my absolute favorite. That fic is the love of my life, it has everything I love and more and rn I can put the link bc I took it down so I can finish it all and post it in one go but yeah, that one.

no pressure tags: @sequinhaze @a-fiery-fox @residentrookie @magswrite @fruityindividual @nevvaraven @inevitablestars @arakhnee

#this took me more time than I was expecting but I enjoyed it a lot #loops plays a game #tag games

[thelonesomequeen]

Even weirder that HE's been spotted many times this whole time alone or w/Dodger, family & friends but nothing with her. // I’m struggling to think what “many” sightings are being referenced here? I can recall a few off-the-set solo sightings of him over the last year, but not many. Re: your similar point not spotting them in friends’ pictures or posts, can you think of any photos that his friends or family have posted this year which feature even just Chris (no Alba)? Cause I can’t.

On the other hand, there were alleged sightings made by a journalist in Lisbon in May, and a Twitter sighting of him in Vancouver in June, but these are often discounted because they don’t fit people’s theories. Tara followed Alba in late June and commented on one of her posts in July. Chris was filming from late August onward, and we know Alba was in ATL beginning in September because of the yoga course (as much as people will protest otherwise). Earlier in the year, we know her IG location was in the US for all of February / part of March. (Yes, I acknowledge knowing all this overkill. It’s why I take weeks-long breaks from Tumblr. 😆)

I dunno, I’m curious about examples of the holes you see in the timeIine cause I’m not seeing them tbh. The only one I can maybe see is Shanna’s wedding, but if I were in Alba’s shoes I might’ve sat that event out so as not to steal thunder. Imagine the fandom abuse Shanna could’ve gotten following such a joyful day, or the news articles a couple sighting might’ve spawned. I can see if they decided Shanna deserved not to have her day overshadowed that way.

Not trying to be combative at all, by the way. Y’all know I think the PR theory is bogus, but that doesn’t mean I’m the authority on the relationship timing. I’m genuinely trying to understand what others are seeing that I’m not.

There actually were a few photos of him in friend’s posts from this year where he is pictured and she isn’t there. But on the reverse side of that, I think these photos all came at the same time she was knowingly preoccupied with other things. Examples: Tara posted a photo with him from his LA home before The Gray Man premiere. His friend Chelsea posted a photo from a mutual friend’s wedding over the summer plus a golf outing. I think Scott’s boyfriend Steve also posted some cute photos from the Lightyear premiere to his story. I remember thinking it was sweet he was still invited along to join the family even though Scott couldn’t be there. But I believe all of those line up with the same time she was doing Mrs. Harris press?

I also think it’s entirely possible for her to had visited him while he was filming and go essentially undetected. I really don’t think she’s very recognizable to the public at all.

The only issue I have with the Vancouver sighting is that it apparently took place in a mall? Unless I’m confusing that with some other sighting. I just feel like if he was in such a public place that at least someone would have snapped a picture that would have ended up on twitter or something? It’s so hard to know when sightings are real or not anymore when there are so many trolls running around the fandom these days. I feel like I don’t remember the May Lisbon sighting at all, but I don’t doubt the sighting didn’t happen. So much has happened that it’s easy to lose track of. I was also doing a huge home renovation at the time, so I was only occasionally popping in to see what was going on, and I’m sure I missed things because of that.

I do think it makes sense that she didn’t attend his sister’s wedding if they were together. If anyone remembers, I actually played devil’s advocate back then and pointed out that it didn’t make sense for her to fly in when they wouldn’t be able to spend time together. He literally flew in for that weekend only and went right back to filming. He was also a part of the wedding party. Anyone who has been in a wedding party knows how busy you are the entire weekend. There really isn’t much time to spend with a significant other if they’re also not in the wedding party. It’s essentially only part of the reception and that’s it. If she had flown in, they barely would have had any time together that entire weekend between the festivities and returning back to set. So if they were together, I don’t find it odd that she didn’t go for that reason alone. But I also completely agree with you about not going to avoid stealing Shanna’s thunder. If she was there and had been spotted, it would have been articles galore about Chris and Alba. I just can’t see him being the type of person to steal the spotlight from Shanna on her big day like that.

Where I get a little stuck on things is the photo we received of her over the summer with another man. While it doesn’t prove she was dating that guy, it’s still pretty close for two people to be if one of them is in a relationship with someone else. I certainly wouldn’t be happy with my husband if he was wrapped around another woman that way. He’d have a lot of explaining to do 😂 that’s the one kink in the story I can’t really get past. It’s what makes me wonder if they only casually saw each other for a while before making things official? But that’s also a theory of mine that could be wrong. But long story short, late spring through summer is where I see potential holes in the relationship. But it could simply be explained away as them both being busy or us just not being entitled to see every moment they’ve spent together. I think that’s a concept a lot of fans tend to forget about. Just because we want to see them together, doesn’t mean we’re entitled to that.

For the most part, the longer this all lasts, the more I’m inclined to think it’s all real. Specially when she and her friend group pop up and it isn’t being used for PR in any type of way like this year’s NYE Vermont trip. People love to argue that “PR is for the fans to see, too!” but it’s really not. PR is for the public and it’s something that’s very blatantly obvious. You shouldn’t have to follow private accounts of friends, friend’s significant others, and whoever else in order to connect the dots of them being in the same location. I think there are a small handful of PR theories that make sense, but a majority of them are so out of this world I don’t even know what to say about it. I really don’t. I honestly wonder if people hear themselves sometimes. The idea that absolutely everything that happens is part of some elaborate conspiracy theory in order to control a narrative is a bit much for me, personally. That’s when I wish people would truly log off and spend some time in reality to hopefully be able to see some of this with clear eyes and an open mind. Or at least be able to hold respectful discussions about it all. And I also don’t negate the fact that this really could be both. A real relationship that will be used for PR when it suits one of them best. Anyway. This was super long and I feel like I’ve rambled on and on. Sorry! 😂🦎

[twilightmalachite]

Love Letter - Mirror mirror 2

Author: Umeda Chitose

Characters: Yuuta, Rinne

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofer: Kirin

"Don’t tell me that the cute lil’ 2wink, whose whole schtick is bein’ a “two-in-one” idol, are so mismatched they can only agree on one thing! ♪"

Season: Winter

Location: Starmony Dorms Common Room

Rinne: …Hmm, “various things”, eh? So be it.

Yuuta: (? I expected him to keep on prying, but he’s being surprisingly understanding…?)

Rinne: Since you don’t wanna talk ‘bout it, Yuta, I’ll just have to guess on my own!

If you’re doin’ it to make a wish, you must have found a love or two that you want to fulfill, eh? You’re at that age!

You should tell me who it is, just me! ♪

Yuuta: (He wasn’t being understanding at all…!)

Come on. I’m absolutely not in love…!

And what do you mean “a love or two”? If you’re going to imagine me falling in love, can you at least make me devoted?

Rinne: Huh, so you’re the type to devote yourself, eh Yuta? I see, so you were lookin’ so melancholic earlier ‘cuz you were broodin’ over love?

Yuuta: What’s with this fixation on “love”? Look, you have nothing to do with what I was thinking about, so…

Ah, maybe you aren’t exactly unrelated, actually?

Rinne: Whaddya mean?

Yuuta: You know how Chocolat Fes is in less than a month, right?

If Crazy:B’s gonna participate in ES’s Chocolat Fes, then you’re related one way or another.

Rinne: Chocolat Fes… Ah, I have a feelin’ that Vice Prez Glasses-kun contacted me ‘bout that.

Some wordy-ass email sayin’ how it’s the first time ES is holding the event, so on, so forth… Yup, found it, this one!

Yuuta: That’s the same email Aniki had shown me. The Vice Prez sure seems motivated, huh~?

Aniki was like, “That guy’s a businessman, so he must be all fired up for the Valentine’s Day sales season!”

Rinne: Hmm? Well, him being in the “Team White” during SS must’ve been unprofitable for his work. It makes sense that he’d be craving to go back to war.

It ain’t any fun to take part in somethin’ that’s just to fill his pockets… But we do have both a cook and some sweets lovers.

I haven’t touched the email at all, though. It’d be a pain in the ass to have Vice Prez Four Eyes keep pressing me about it, so I’ll just respond now I guess.

Yuuta: Whaaat, you still haven’t even done that?

We sent in a reply saying we’d perform the same day Vice Prez sent out the email.

Rinne: I dunno anythin’ about Chocolat Fes, though. Wasn’t that also some event that Yumenosaki Academy had?

Yuuta: Yeah? That’s why we’ll be performing in both.

The Chocolat Fes at Yumenosaki Academy, and the very first Chocolat Fes at ES—

We’ll stand on both stages and show what 2wink is made of through our performance. That way, lots and lots of people will get to see us.

That’s the only thing we see eye to eye as 2wink, after all.

Rinne: Only that?

Yuuta: (…Ah, shoot!)

Rinne: Ah-ha. What d’ya mean “only”? Are things not goin’ smoothly, apart from the idea of performin’ at both Chocolat Fes’?

Yuuta: I didn’t say that…

Rinne: You make yourselves as similar as possible so the general public wouldn’t be able to tell if you guys even switched places.

Don’t tell me that the cute lil’ 2wink, whose whole schtick is bein’ a “two-in-one” idol, are so mismatched they can only agree on one thing! ♪

Nobody would touch a lovers’ quarrel with a ten foot pole, but fights between brothers start wars, y’know? The history of Japan and the world are proof!

Yuuta: If every time we fought was a war, then we’ve already suffered such ravages too many times to count.

Well, Hiiro-kun is a good, honest kid… I doubt you two ever get into any fights, Senpai.

Rinne: ……

Yuuta: Either way, it’s not like we’re even fighting this time anyways.

How do I put it… It’s just like, we want to go in different directions.

Rinne: Gyahaha, wanna go in different directions, huh? Ain’t that usually the reason why bands break up? ♪

Yuuta: Well thank god, ‘cuz we’re not a band, so we won’t be breaking up~.

Apparently the sense of fulfillment from having accomplished something tends to lead to bands breaking up, not just wanting to go in different directions.

So in that respect, we know we still have a long way to go. So there’s no way we’ll split up, ‘kay?

Rinne: Still, it’s a disagreement that’s got ya tense enough to let it slip out in front of me by accident.

Yuuta: Senpai, it’s really pissing me off how you’ve been making fun of us since earlier…

Could you stop treating someone else’s brotherly disagreement as some interesting show?

For example, if we were to pick a snack right now, Aniki would choose chocolate, and I would choose rice crackers.

Give us the same curry menu, and Aniki would eat plain curry, and I would eat spicy curry.

Trivial, everyday differences. It’s typical, normal stuff.

Rinne: Just normal stuff for ya, huh…?

If you get this worked up over normal stuff, then you must seriously be irritated all day every day, Yuta! Gyahahaha! ☆

Yuuta: I wonder who’s making me so irritated right now…

Yuuta: (Ah~, it’s no good. Talking to this guy does nothing but upset my mood.)

(What’s more, he feels extra persistent today… Before I knew it, he was sitting in a chair next to me, all scooched in.)

(I’m done here. I need to end this conversation already. I can’t do research with Senpai here, I can’t even eat my rice crackers…)

……

Rinne: What’s got ya standin’ up so suddenly?

Yuuta: I have a meeting with Aniki at the agency coming up. I still have some time, but I’m gonna get going.

Rinne: A meeting, huh? What for?

Yuuta: Just a plain old meeting about work. And then after that, about Chocolat Fes.

Didn’t I tell you it’s coming up in under a month? There are a bunch of decisions we should make.

And if Crazy:B’s gonna perform, won’t it also be you guys’ first Chocolat Fes? Are you sure you have time to worry about others?

Rinne: Aww, ya worried ‘bout me despite not doin’ too well yourself? You’re so kind, Yuta~! ☆

Yuuta: Ahaha, I’m not worried about you, Senpai. You don’t even know if you’re participating. I do worry about everyone else, though.

Yuuta & Rinne: ……

Yuuta: Welp, I gotta put away my half-eaten rice crackers, and wash my teacup…

Rinne: Whoa, red powders falling off those rice crackers in that bag! Just how much shichimi do those things have!?

Yuuta: I do not care how curious you are. You’re not getting any, okay…?

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#love letter #event #translation #yuuta aoi #rinne amagi

[dobits]

beach hut confessional: day thirty-one (casa day 4)

how are you feeling about the recoupling tonight? 

“i dunno, feelin’ weird,” angel laughs, rubs his chin thoughtfully. “nah, i’m chill, dude... so chill.” throat is cleared, weight shifts uncomfortably, the chair creaking beneath him. it’s not very chill. 

 do you think that you’ll be brought back? by who? 

“listen, the thing happening between me and callie… like, that’s real and i don’t doubt it, but —,” shoulders lift and fall, “i don’t know what her relationship with frankie was like. it’s a total blind spot, man. to be real with you, i would be pretty surprised if she didn’t keep me at this point. i feel like we’re really in tune with each other now and, like, we’ve talked about all this so i’m feelin’ good. man, i’m trying not to throw a but in here,” wry laughter eventually turns to a long exhale. “but even if she does keep me with her, it’s hard to say what’s gonna happen when she sees frankie again.” 

 do you think you’ve made strong connections in the villa? 

“oh, i feel like everybody’s a homie. for real, there’s not one person i don’t wanna see after this, which is tight because everybody’s so different. like, where else would i make plans to go to mexico with a woman like stella?” he laughs, eyes crinkling. “it’s crazy. and me and jude, man, yeah. i love all them.”

if you don’t come back to the villa, which islander would you miss the most? 

 “listen, i’m a simp, i’d miss callie,” hands shrugging, what the hell you want from him? “even if she didn’t keep me, i know it wouldn’t be, like… whatever, we’d still be friends.” probably. maybe. “i’d really miss naomi, i’d definitely watch just to keep tabs on that girl. i’d miss seb, too, i feel like i learn so much about him every time we talk. like, i’m not ready to not hang with him every day.” 

who would you be most excited to meet from the opposite villa? 

 “dylan, for sure. i mean, he’s callie’s bro, so… obviously. i’m actually, like… pretty fucking nervous about it low key, but everybody keeps saying we have the same vibes which is cool. i know we’d gel.” there’s a pause as he tries to consider who else is even in the other villa. “y’know, it’d be interesting to meet josh, too. i just be hearing his name all over the place with all these, like, mad weird vibes attached to it. yeah, i’m curious about that one.” 

how are you feeling about the odds of your other bombshells? who do you think has made the best connections? 

 “so, jude’s obviously made the best and worst connections.” he pulls a jim halpert face into the camera. “but i still think jenny’s gonna scoop him up. uh, char is, like, way too cool for someone not to take her with. everybody loves her. it sounds like naomi’s vibing her which is... pretty fucking random,” he snorts, shrugging his hands. “and cute as hell. but i know naomi’s got shit waiting for her in the other villa, so it’s hard to say... i wouldn’t be surprised if seb ended up taking stella last minute, i dunno why. but i could also see him taking zeke just because he’s the hottest one here. and i don’t think i even gotta mention dante, like, we get it, dude. you’re fit as fuck and have an italian accent. you’re in.”

#crackon:prompt #beach hut / angel

[wheelsup]

kissing lessons

summary: one of your classic movie nights with spencer turns into a learning opportunity

A/N: this is really fluffy, but the whole story centers around kissing. use your own judgement! i’d say it’s at worst 16+

category: spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff (with a bit of spice)  best friends to lovers (sorta)

warnings: just kissing, a brief implication at the end

word count: 3k

Occasionally, the team will spend an extra night in their hotel before heading home from a case. Be it due to poor weather conditions, or the fact that your case wrapped in the dead of night, the reasons for flying don’t ever matter. Because the majority of the times when you have to stay that extra night, you and Spencer have sleepovers.

The routine is pretty much the same. You’ll stock up on gas station snacks – sour peach rings for Spencer, salted microwave popcorn for you – and reconvene in one of your hotel rooms. Preferably, whichever of you got the better deal that week – a bigger tv, a room further away from the ice machine. And you’d rent the cheapest movie available on-demand, the options spanning from low-budget sci-fi to poorly written rom-coms. That night, the viewing fell under the latter category.

Spencer perched at the foot of your bed with both feet tucked under his legs, criss-cross style, while you laid against the headboard to watch. Every now and then, you tossed out your commentary and he’d ignore it. He always says you’re too critical of movies and you’re of the belief that he’s too forgiving.

“I don’t think they should end up together,” you mumbled, words slurring around your mouthful of popcorn. You pulled a face right as the movie approached the romantic climax, after spending the past ninety minutes actively rooting against the couple. Spencer ignored you, pretending to be engrossed in the movie to spite your disparagement of it. “They both suck.”

You groaned, slumped further against the pillows, and shoved your sock-clad toes under Spencer’s left thigh in a call for attention. He jumped at the intrusion, but ultimately, your efforts were futile.

And then the big kiss commenced, and your booing finally piqued his interest. “Gross! I feel bad for people who kiss like that.”

A small bell went off in his head and he took a curious glance at you over his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He stopped chewing and the piece of candy in his mouth pushed out his cheek, giving him an adorably innocent look. His brows scrunched in the middle and his nose had a tiny crinkle in it, utterly confused.

You scoffed and matched his expression. “Are you serious?” You jerked your head in the direction of the television and Spencer whipped his head back, squinting. He couldn’t figure out what you were pointing out, what it was that was so obviously wrong to you. “Spencer, he’s swallowing her chin!”

Oh. He hadn’t noticed.

Feeling dumb, he muttered, “I thought that’s how you’re supposed to kiss…” It wasn’t the deepest confession to admit to you that he lacked some knowledge when it came to kissing, but he still refused to look at you as he said it.

“Spencer, please tell me you haven’t been kissing people like that.” You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, sitting up straighter in bed. He shrugged and lowered his head, focusing on his snack as his fingers dug into the packet of gummy rings in his lap.

He popped another piece into his mouth, pretending to be occupied with eating so as to avoid your prying. “I dunno.”

It didn’t occur to you until that moment that Spencer might have learned everything he knows about kissing – among other things – solely through watching movies. How else could he look at that and think it’s normal? And you’re left wondering if he’s ever even practiced it with another living human. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but unfortunately, that only heightened your interest. You had to know.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You kept your voice low, your tone implying that you were ready to exchange this secret with him. You wouldn’t judge him if he admitted he hadn’t.

He scoffed loudly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you’re positive he rolled his eyes too. “Yeah, of course.” Then quietly, he added on, “But it was only like… for four seconds.”

You nodded thoughtfully, considering how this new piece of information adjusted your existing view of Spencer. For some reason, you couldn’t tell if you actually expected him to be experienced or not.

He didn’t exactly scream that he’d… gotten around, for lack of better words, but you’re still surprised to learn that he’s barely done it at all. You supposed he was objectively cute, that maybe you could see it if he weren’t your best friend. And yeah, he’s a little awkward, but he’s smart and kind, so he has three great things going for him, and you’re surprised more people haven’t swooped him up yet.

Your lips curled down in thought, brows raised in curiosity. “And was it good?” It was a genuine enough question, because you’ve never really thought about Spencer Reid and kissing in the same sentence before. As it turned out, there was a lot of missing information relating to those two things.

“I don’t know! I didn’t get, like, a feedback form,” he grunted, angling his shoulder even further away from you. If you could’ve seen him, you’d notice his face boiling and turning red with heat. All this inquiring made him think harder about his … talents … than he’s ever had to before, and he’s not a fan.

You were prepared to do some more digging when the slump in his back made you feel a tinge of guilt. It was your fault he looked so defeated. You pressed too hard, disregarding his boundaries just because you wanted to know more. And now, he was wondering if there was something wrong with him, because you wouldn’t leave it alone.

He barely noticed as you swung your feet from under his thigh and rocked onto your knees, leaning forward to nudge his shoulder with your palm. It hauled his attention out of his thoughts and back into the room. You wanted to apologize, but instead you settled with “I’m sure you’re fine, Spence.”

He nodded unconvincingly. By the glow of the screen, you could see he was still gnawing on the inside of his cheek, focusing his eyes as he played with a loose hangnail on one of his fingers. It made you feel even worse. “Are you actually worried about it?” you asked, laden with concern.

“What if I am bad at it?” He whispered, like saying it too loud would make it true. “And that’s why it’s only happened once?”

A large exhale puffed out of your nose as you weighed your options.

You could go back to your original plan and apologize for setting him down this path of doubt. But that wouldn’t do anything to stop him from worrying, anyway. You could tell him there’s no correlation between the way he kisses and how frequently it’s happened; that you’re sure the reason isn’t because he’s bad. But you don’t know that for sure.

So, fuck it, you thought, grabbing a fistful of his pajama shirt and tugging him closer to you roughly, pressing your lips onto his.

This way, you’d at least have an informed opinion to be able to tell him if he was good or bad.

His lips were softer than you expected – not that you’d thought about them often, they’re just impossibly softer than they look – and invitingly warm. But they were completely stiff.

You could tell he was trying to kiss you back by the way his mouth ferociously moved over yours. He was trying to be a passionate, engaged partner, but he forgot about the aspect of tenderness.

His lips felt like two solid objects just sliding around on your face. They didn’t move in any sort of accordance with yours. There was no push and pull, your lips didn’t mesh perfectly together to form a solitary unit as they moved in unison.

It felt more like his lips were your opponent, putting up an attack and defense play against the actions of your own.

You pulled away, resisting a giggle at his bewildered face. “You’re not so terrible,” you swipe the corner of your mouth, smudged with Spencer’s flavored chapstick, “But it could use some work.”

He was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open as his eyes darted around the room and all over you. Maybe he’d find an explanation for what just happened carved into the walls somewhere or written across your forehead.

What happened was that you kissed him. And he was a little bit bad. Simple as that.

“I-I wasn’t ready!” he stammered, chucking up his hands defensively. He’d process the fact that he’d just made out with his best friend at a later time, right now the bigger concern was the slight cringed look on your face. He sulked and folded his arms.“What was so bad about it?”

“Well,” you scratched the back of your ear, trying to gauge if he’d react well to getting some advice, “my first tip would be to relax your lips.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And don’t think too hard. You should react to what’s happening in the moment, not worrying about what your next move is gonna be.” You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to envision what that would play out like in a real situation. “You wanna try again?” you offered, figuring he’d learn much faster if he was more hands-on about it.

He nodded, and you leaned in close, waiting for him to go for it. His heart quickened under the pressure of performance, eyes screwing shut as he closed the gap. His mouth smashed into yours as he dove in hard. It was toeing on the side of too harsh, but you let that one slide in hopes it was just a byproduct of his nerves.

You had to tap his knee to remind him to relax, and he loosened some of the tension he had in his lips. He slotted his between yours, allowing them to be pliable to your movements and remembering to react, not plan.

He moved his mouth leisurely against yours, trying to match your pressure and pacing. They actually started moving in time with yours at some point. The kiss took on a shape of its own as he started getting out of his head, letting himself enjoy the kiss for what it was in that exact moment.

It was already better than before. Leaps and bounds better. But then he tried to deepen it, building on its intensity but adding more… something into it. You couldn’t even tell what it was he was trying to do.

“Okay, second tip…” you inhaled sharply, pushing him off of you with a palm against his chest. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. “You kinda do this thing like… where you’re blowing air into my mouth?” You scrunched your nose, punctuating your dislike. “That feels weird. Don’t do that. If anything, do the opposite.”

“I’m supposed to suck the air out of your mouth?” His face contorted, voice already slightly exasperated. He barely understood what the air thing was that you claimed he did. He didn’t realize in the process of trying to add pressure to the kiss, he was just forcibly blowing against your mouth.

“Not literally, no.” You laughed a little, rubbing your palm in a comforting pattern on his chest.”But you can use your lips to suck on mine, or my tongue… just nothing involving the exchange of breath. We’re not in CPR training.”

He eased up a little with your joke, adjusting to your advice he gave it another try. After a few moments, he latched onto your bottom lip with his own, sucking it softly into his mouth. “Yeah, like that,” you mumbled against him, voice pitching high in encouragement. He sucked on it with a little more greed, holding it for a second, then eased up, varying the pressure of his movements just like you did before.

You made a mental note to praise him for that at a later time, deciding to instead part your lips to see if he’d venture into further experimentation.

He caught on quickly. He parted them further, prodding his tongue against them as you opened to allow him entry. Just as you started to really enjoy it, he ran his tongue over the inside of your mouth, moving it fast and roughly like he was a washing machine.

“Stop,” you grimaced, tearing away quickly. You had to swipe your hand over your mouth to get rid of the excess saliva that really shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place, given how brief the frenching was. “Your tongue is way too aggressive.”

Overwhelmed, he tilted his head to the ceiling and let out a frustrated grunt, slapping his hands down to the top of his thighs.

There were too many factors to worry about. He had no idea how you looked at him with a straight face and told him not to think too much when there were a million things he needed to remember all at once; he needed to vary his moves to keep it interesting, but make sure he’s not ruining the flow by changing things up too much, and to be gentle but not timid.

All of this was second nature to you, but it was brand new to Spencer. Could you really blame him for not getting the hang of it right away? You decided to stop your list of critiques short for this round to spare him. He’d get there eventually, but not if he felt discouraged too soon.

“I don’t see why people like it in the first place,” he huffed, his head returning to it’s normal posture. In Spencer’s eyes, there truly wasn’t any appeal to kissing with tongue; it looked sloppy and unnecessary, and as you’d just confirmed, it actually was.

You thought about his statement for a second. There’s a certain allure to it, and you didn’t know how to describe it to him. So instead you cupped his cheeks in both your palms and slid your mouth over his again. As his jaw slacked its tension, you slowly pushed your tongue past his lips and gently pressed it against his own before swirling them together.

You sighed softly into his mouth, running your fingers through his hair and tugging carefully at the ends. He made a small noise against you, something like a whimper, and you swallowed the vibrations of it. As you retreated, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a light, teasing tug. You soothed it again with your lips before releasing it, a proud giggle forming in your chest as Spencer chased after your lips as you broke apart.

“That’s why.” You smirked at the dazed look on his face. His eyelids remained closed longer than necessary, still feeling the ghost of your mouth on his and a tingle where your fingers were in his hair.

“Oh.” His voice came out meek as he slowly came back to reality, brows wrinkling up his forehead as he opened his eyes.

He put both his palms down on the mattress, one laying flat on either side of you, and dove forward to resume the kiss right where you left it. A surprised squeak left you as his mouth collided with yours with an insatiable hunger. You brought one hand back to his hair, and he was a goner.

He unfolded his legs from under himself and shuffled onto his knees, following his hands until he practically crawled into your lap. Each of his legs hooked onto either side of your thighs as he hovered over your lap, leaning his body entirely into yours.

The physics of it didn’t hold up; he’s taller than you are, and his chest was too heavy for you to carry. The balance was off center and it sent you tumbling back onto the mattress, bringing him down with you until his chest laid on yours.

It was the perfect force – the weight of him on top of you. He tasted like peach candy and sour sugar, and you found yourself craving more of it.

You shuffled higher up the mattress, giving him space to stretch out his body as he followed yours. One of his hands found your waist, gripping tightly, while he placed the other on the mattress beside your head, using it to steady himself. Sliding your legs out from under him, you wrapped them on the outside of his hips, using them to pull him closer down to you.

It only broke off in moments when both of you absolutely needed to get air, gasping as you pulled apart for brief reprieve before colliding again. He followed every word of your advice, getting better with each passing second until he exceeded expectations by leaps and bounds.

Your fingers weaved through his hair, passionately tugging the wavy strands to angle him against you and igniting his nerves under your touch. A soft moan leaves him and you’re encouraged to tighten your grip on them. His hips bucked reactively at the sensation, and he quickly pulled back, a slight embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. He got too carried away.

You took in his flushed face and swollen, kiss-bruised lips. They’d turned a shade of red brighter than you’ve ever seen them, and it was all you could do not to dive for them again as his tongue sweeped over them, soothing the burning heat you’d left on them.

Before he could apologize for his eagerness, you nudged your nose against his, your smile skimming against his lips. “So what else don’t you know how to do?”

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OMG I LOVE DOM H THATS INLY SOFT FOR HIS SUB BUT WHEN THEIR BRATTY HE GOES FULL DOM MODE

MELTS AND BOILS OUT OF HORNINESS

Y/N was more of cuddly and clingy tonight.

Wanting nothing but to hide herself in Harry’s chest pawing at his well-built hips with a huff through her nose to be more closer to him, all of it because of his sweet praising for her's while he took her pictures in his phone before leaving for this party he wanted her to be his date— maybe a simple companion she doesn’t know yet where they stand.

She looked too angelic in a baby pink satin slip dress for him not to smother her face in careful dotting kisses and grumbled in feign offend when she pushed him away with her small hand and giggled shyly.

“Y'gonna say no to daddy, Angel?” His daunting tut, blew her pupils into surprise and she rolled her eyes and went to swat his bicep, while her lower abdomen sparkled and tingled with excitement and delight. He likes to play all sweet and precious, but underneath that tentative and “’M putty in my Angels palm,” gooey exterior’s a wicked, mischievous little sneak and satan who likes to see her suffer, basking in the sputtery and fiddly reactions of hers.

Especially in public. Oh he loves it, when he’s intentionally grazing his warm lips against her earlobe to whisper how she’s so good for daddy, darting his tongue out to wet his lips and tease her. He liked taking her out on expensive fancy restaurants and be a filthy prat with his words without a shame making her knees knock into tables, gets her all warm and pink with his little plays like kissing her fingertips one by one and slipping them slowly into his mouth, kissing the dribbles of ice-cream from her chin and murmur hotly against her cupid bow, “Hmm. Your peach’s sweeter, moppet.” to feel her squeeze onto his hand that holds her all the time, always having a hand on the small of her back and raking it impossibly low only to get her all squirmy and bashful for him, barking out a laugh when she squeals for he slip it inside her bottoms and snapped them playfully.

He loves to rouse her and make her dip into the haziness, then has an audacity to sharpen a finger at her and grunt at her, “Behave.” When she copied his vicious actions back.

Saying this, he was back to chatting his friends and call Y/N bratty how much you want but the impulsive yearn that was bubbling in her tummy skunked over with jealousy, so she chose the better option. To infuriate and arouse him with her risky little play-tactics, in hope he might drag her away and push her into the nearest washroom and tell her to suck onto daddy’s cock— then swat her hands away harshly and fuck her little watery mouth himself.

So. When she tried to be as sly as possible pretending to drop something on the ground and then bent to have her ass, clad in silk lacies peeking for him teasingly. Harry noticeably gets a bit disgruntled, adjusting himself in trousers and shifting to yank her back to pull her against his chest with a displeased frown.

This time he didn’t tell her to behave making her pout awfully whiny up at him and getting her even more frustrated by smiling down at her as if nothing happened.

Though, the smile’s one of the sinister pressed jaw bbreakin-ly to stop him from gritting his teeth and land a hard stingy slap to her bum right infront of everyone.

Y/N stomps her feet which indeed gains his attention but he chooses to ignore it, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her closer to his side without even sparing a glance down at her.

Alas. Y/N has waved white flags of defeat considering no-amount of teasing and battiness would break his resolve – one the many things she’s envious of him in their little escapade of naughtiness, is Harry got a hellish of self-control, no wonder that’s one of the reasons he’s her dom.

“Where y'going?” He asks through a smile that was gleamed at his childhood bestfriend and not Y/N, she gulps down the lump of bitterness down her throat–- tone high-pitched in her mumble from the unbelievable achiness between her thighs and all she wants to do’s claim him hers, with deep red bites at his sweet pulse and the front of his throat’s bump.

She has no-idea in the flying fuck, what she’s stammering about, “Ni. Ma–. . . maybe he’ll be a better dom than you.” Ouch. Harry’s veins boils with spleen and indescribable outrage, his face sculptures into a fierce indignation–- out of his realization staring down at her blankly.

For a moment though Y/N feels an immense guilt pour down her head like cold icy water, cause all he’s been to her is sweet and caring telling her how precious she’s for him and how he’s gonna make love to her once they come back home.

She tends to say rubbish in her floatiness but never she has ever doubted him and her eyes gets all swimy, hands rushing up to cradle his face not caring if there’s a gathering around them – though she retreats when he doesn’t let her and to play nice with him has become a none to never option, atleast for tonight when he sets his eyes back on his friend, Y/N’s shoulders slump and shrugs; her head perks up immediately after when he’s bidding them byes and her inners fill with excitement and anticipation to just go home.

. . .

Her panties pools with arousal when he spreads his thighs apart, patting his meaty flesh with a skewered annoyance, “On daddy’s lap, bum out,” With gleeful little nod she’s stumbling her way towards him and he’s not pawing at her hips to lay her down and shove her face into the mattress, keeping his hands to himself quite for a moment before pondering if it’s the right punishment seeing how her panties are already twisted, she shrinks into herself at his cold demeanour wiggling a little to adjust.

Don’t get her wrong. She loves having him gentle and sweet and tentative, pressed so tight she could feel each lull and thump of his heart. Feeling him crush her under his weight with each thrust of his’s overwhelming each of her pores with so much love for him—- sometimes she imagines him to be rough with her, when he grabs and holds and bite her to leave her sore and whiny next day. Pinning her thighs roughly and fucks into her so fast and hard and deep .. god so deep she feels him in her tummy and her pussy swallows down onto him wetly.

He bunches her dress up her spine, strokes her cheek lovingly, plucking at her waistband and touches the soft supple skin then realizes how and why they ended up here.

Her body relaxes into him, nuzzling her nose into his knee and thinks he changed his mind and is out of fumes, will now fuck her nice and warm until a very, disrupting startling swat to her bum makes her gasp and she jerks against his bicep that’s holding her place in now, “Tha’ hurt!” She whined, pouting even though he couldn’t see it because his hold’s firm on her and if it stung didn’t mean she wants to stop him – it’s sparking the tingles in her pit wanting for more.

“’S supposed to,” He grabs onto her hand that tries to reach behind and rub the sting away, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished right?” He doesn’t wait for her short nod and gives another firm slap to her right cheek and she feels it jiggling under his calloused palm.

“Words!” He growls, she feels small and little in his lap and she’s loving it – knowing he’d immediately stop if she’d accentuate any discomfort, “Was mean. Teased daddy and ...” She mewls when he kneads her blushed skin and clucks his tongue at her, something so dominating and domineering about him in a way she wants to obey him and listen to him quite oddly now after so much wreck havoc—- her noise strangling inside herself out of embarrassment and utter shyness; that she hurt him.

“...and daddy doesn’t likes to be teased.” He says derisively, blunt nails scratching her thighs to raise goosebumps on her skin.

“Ought to teach ya a lesson, didn’t I? You’d be still a filthy brat if it wouldn’t hurt.” He slithers his long fingers under her chin and grabs it, makes her look up at him– giving a light slap to her parted lips when she refuses to look him in eyes.

She's puckering her spit coated lips to suck his digits in her mouth and shallow her cheeks around them, grousing when he removes them out of her reach and she melts into his palm when he gives her two more spanks one after another between her asscheeks quick and hard and rolls his thumb painfully closer to where her little hole is clenching.

Might, in other cases, he'd have cooed at her and caressed her bottom, murmuring, “Such a soft little thing,” and “Moppet y'did so good for daddy,”

“Turn over.” He elevates her with his knee, rocking her on his bulge teasingly and loops his arm around her waist to finally help her up.

The sea foam glazed eyes peering down at her with such intensity makes Y/N chase for his lips eagerly and she cries out when he backs away, “Daddy no ...” Her complain is dropping to a low whimper as Harry strokes his thumb over her bottom pouty lip, creaming her panties and pricking the balloon of exhilaration in her tummy -- she’s a bit upset he hasn’t called her pet names at all and he still thinks she’s bad and hasn’t learned her lesson.

She did! She’s good!

“Maybe if you weren’t so mean,” He cups her bum, breath hitching for a moment when she hisses, lifts her up and glides her panties down, “I would’ve eat your cute pussy out earlier.” He utters, nose burrowing in her neck when she tries to get rid of the panties to be good for him, “Perhaps only really good girls gets their peach eaten . . ‘cos they really deserve it, dunno?”

Her head bows against his chest, feeling unexpectedly too small and disheartened as she murmurs kittenishly clutching his sides and blinking up at him in desperation with glossy lashes, “’M good daddy. Aren’t I?” He let a small smile tick his dimples which went unnoticed by her, of how much haziness and subbiness she has gone under.

He sponges his lips to her collarbones, a whimper scrapes from her throat from where her hands are pressed to the seam of his slacks, while he leans back undoing his buttons.

His cock twitches and akin to it his face warm pink and happy at the noises she creates once he’s out and he grasps her wrists and tugs her forward, “I’m your good girl.” She takes a huge weepy sigh leaning herself to get his cock inside her without seeming bad— because she wants to be good and she’s needy and achy at the same time.

“Your sore and stingy bum would say otherwise, Bunny.” He grins, and a groan rattles in his chest when he swipes his fingers up her folds to inspect her and she’s dripping thickly.

“Fuck. Sucha tight pretty hole f'me.” He murmurs. Helps himself ease inside wet, tight hole and holds himself from making both of them flop back into sheets when she fits around him velvety and snug, his balls pressed to her bum.

She goes to loop her elbows around his neck to smush herself into him and to muffle any inhumane noises she’ll create-- too afraid she’d sob out for being in such a vulnerable state, rather, he hooks his fingers around her wrists securely and holds them behind her spine.

“Bounce on my cock, Bunny.” He orders and she mewls, realizing he isn’t done with her and knows she tires herself too early whilst ridding him and ends up grouching and huffing.

She complies. Feeling herself stuffier and stuffier, she soaks his cock utterly slick with each of his throb inside her and she always loves how he gets more stiff once inside her like it’s the best place he wants to be in and she gazes with hooded eyes to where she has created the slide for him easier, as her pussy squelches around him with his each buck and rough thrust.

“Aah! Ah!” She cries, nibbling onto the fading love-mark on his neck when he slips his hand between their bodies to roll her clit, “Yes, yes. Right there daddy!” He tips her chin to wrap his mouth around her swollen bitten lip and suckles on it murmuring.

“Here yeah? Is daddy’s cock nice and big, hitting your spot good, fuckin’ my baby’s spots good.”

She pouts up at him, chest heaving from all her work and he brushes her hair behind, “Apologise fo’ being naughty and you might get to cum,” She wastes no time, body stretching in arched bow with his slam of hips into her.

“I’m sorry, for being naughty and misbehaving!” She blubbers slumping onto his chest.

He pats her bum, groping it to help her fuck her cunt down his heavy prick and he whispers gutturally in her ear, “Keep going bunny. I could feel ye' pussy squeezin' me s'bloody tight.” He fucks her sloppily circling her sensitive nub twice, thrice until she’s gushing all over him in a heavenly manner thrashing in his arms and not able to screw down any moans and noises.

His own orgasm follows her. Pouring her hole with a heavy cum-load and his grip from around her wrists loosens up, falling on his sides and crinkling the sheets while he stuffs his nose into her shoulder hill thighs jerking under her.

They stay, like that for some seconds, covered in sheen and possibly eachother’s sweat— his recovery was too livid he didn’t heard soft sniffles against his cheek and his chest immediately suffocates up when he draws Y/N away to be met by her glassy drunk pink eyes, lower lip wobbling awfully sad.

“Daddy I’m sorry, I’m bad, I’m so sorry daddy —...” Her jumbled apologies gets lost into her violent sob that knocks her chest and she gasps, bursting wide pupils locked to Harry’s panicked ones and he quickly cradles her face shaking his head furiously, “No baby. You’re my good girl, me best girl.” His tone honest and loving and adoring.

“No! I hurt you ....” She trembles, hiding her face into her elbow and Harry pulls it away, he moulds both of his palms against her teary warm cheeks and lulls her face with all of the endearment he holds for her in his heart.

“I didn’t mean it daddy, promise.” She sulks, fear swimming in her eyes shattering Harry’s heart into infinite pieces and he scolds himself for it, terrified he went too harsh with her, “I know bunny. I know."

“Now come back to me, Angel. Harry misses you. Wanna have me Angel bac—...” Her babbling takes over his coaxing and she hiccups, head a mess of vivid thoughts and doubts, “I got jealous, don’t like it when you look at your friends the same way y'do to me,” He wasn’t. He could never see someone in the same light and same affection and adoration he sees his lovie, since, she was gone under the foam of dizziness too much and neglected of his attention it seemed like that to her and Harry’s beating himself for making her feel like it.

“I...I know, shouldn’t. ‘M sorry, but I love you so much daddy . . .” More tears springs and falls from her eyes. Her crying confession leaves Harry appalled and shocked, butterflies swarming in his tummy and his hands stays limp on her side before he ponders that’d make her over-think he doesn’t wants to touch her so he instantly rubs his hands up and down her arms, mouth guppies many time to stutter out something.

They hadn’t exchanged ‘I love yous' yet. He knew they’d. He wanted it be when they’d be all cuddled and he’s pecking her all where and making love to her, not when she barely knows about her presence and is too floaty to have her feet on ground.

“I love you too. I love you too, so much baby, fuck.” He presses his forehead to hers, nosing her softly and gently and then smashes his lips against hers in a deep humming kiss instead of answering when she blinks up at him startled asking, “You do,” So innocently that Harry had to kiss his love and feel the taste of sex on her mouth and suckle on her tongue to drive her mind away from deprecating herself.

“Wanna have my Angel, back. Please? Pretty please?”

“No more mad?”

“Could never be, you my baby.”

“Can I keep you inside me for sometime? I’ll be good.” She murmurs sleepily, Harry wraps his arms around her and snuggles her into his chest, “My cock’s all yours pretty girl.” He soothes her back. Waiting patiently for her breathing pattern to go back to normal.

“Thank you.” Her voice sobering up, cracking the cocoon of fog where his Y/N rests and the moment she’d be out, he’s gonna kiss her love for him out of her lips.

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[difeisheng]

Hi, can I ask for fic ideas? What if Jin Ling were born as a girl and become the real Young Mistress from Lan Ling (but with the same characteristics)? What would change from the story? Do you ship Jin Ling with any of the junior? Would Jiang Cheng treat her differently from the canon Jin Ling? Sorry for the random ask, qi- ling.......

HiI I think this is an interesting premise and I haven't considered it before. Some changes I think this AU would create:

Depending on how stuffy the Jin are, if Jin Ling is a girl they might bypass her right to sect inheritance entirely. Although I don’t think think Jin Guangyao would advocate for that, and her claim as Jin Zixuan’s only child and a legitimate one is still strong I think. Just something to consider for worldbuilding .

Jin Ling would probably look more like Jiang Yanli. Or maybe she has looks closer to Jiang Cheng’s sharper ones, in which case her appearance is more like Yu Ziyuan. Either way she’s a more tragic reminder of what happened to her family and Jiang Cheng would definitely be even sadder about it (Dunno if the genetics run this way but I do think it would be fun for Jin Ling to have Jin Guangyao’s eyes).

There’s a decent chance Jiang Cheng might be even stricter with Jin Ling, because she’s going to be the future sect leader in a fairly misogynstic clan and a corrupt one as well. She has to be able to prove herself and show she has the strength to get people to do what she needs. This doesn’t mean Jiang Cheng needs to repeat the actions of the previous generation though. His treatment of Jin Ling does stem from the same logic Yu Ziyuan once had-- that you must be harsh to keep them safe and make sure they’re successful-- but in canon Jin Ling is not scared of Jiang Cheng and that should not change here. Jiang Cheng would be even more protective of his niece, honestly. He just worries a lot and doesn’t know how to get that across effectively. 

Jin Guangyao might teach Jin Ling a few things about demeanor and behavior and sneaking around to your advantage, since she’ll be underestimated as a woman. This post discusses how Jin Guangyao used those tactics himself.

Qin Su and Jin Ling relationship!! She would have been involved in a decent part of Jin Ling’s life in-canon, and I’m so sad that we never got to see any hints of that. Here they’d probably be even closer. You could have aunt and niece afternoons! Qin Su is the Cool ShenshenTM and the primary female figure in Jin Ling’s life to look up to. Also I need more content for her just in general.

Wei Wuxian and Jin Ling’s relationship would probably be better from the start, because if Wei Wuxian was faced with Jin-guniang on Dafan Mountain instead of Jin-gongzi, I think he’d have been less careless with his words. Even if she’s being a brat I doubt he’s been raised to lash out at a teenage girl that way. And once he learns who Jin Ling is, his protective Da-jiu instinct is definitely activated up to Jiang Cheng’s level. Maybe he wouldn’t have gotten stabbed in Jinlintai if his bonding with Jin Ling beforehand had been more solidly founded.

Minor detail here, but maybe Yi City would have had a larger impact on Jin Ling, because A-Qing was around her age and she suffered through all that tragedy.

You asked about ships with the juniors, and I do lowkey ship Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi. I think they’re cute lovable disasters together and them falling for each other would be amusing. Whether Jingyi is also genderbent here or whether he’s just a chaotic sappy teenage boy trying his best is up to you.

This was fun to answer, I hope there’s something in here that helps you with writing ideas! Thanks for the ask!

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