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Baby Come Close | college!Bradley Bradshaw x virgin!Reader |

turn the lights down low, baby come close

put your trust in me, let this love be

SUMMARY: On the last night of spring break of junior year at UVA, you decided that this was the perfect time to lose your virginity to none other than Bradley Bradshaw. WORD COUNT: ~4.9k WARNINGS: THIS BLOG IS 18+ SO JUST ASSUME ANYTHING GOES. MINORS DNI. this is just pure smut. barely a plot. p in v. corruption kink if you squint. praise kink if you squint more. fluff. swears. no use of y/n. A/N: this is my first time writing publicly, especially smut, in a very long time, and my first fic for TGM! I’m so nervous to post this, please be gentle :')

It was the last day of spring break, and the college town of Charlottesville, Virginia was a bit quieter than usual, due to most of its population being who knows where doing who knows what with their time off. Your parents were out of town in Boston, but you much rather would have spent time with Bradley at his apartment than go back to your empty childhood home anyway, exchanging pleasantries with former high school classmates who you would undoubtedly run into in public. You and Bradley, instead, decided that spring break would be much better spent in the privacy of his empty dwelling, partaking in day trips to Virginia Beach in his Bronco and a staycation of movie-watching-turned-heated-groping sessions… And maybe even more if you decided to finally take it there. What better time than tonight, before the first day of the final stretch of junior year at the University of Virginia?

“What did he say?” Bradley whispered, snapping you out of your thoughts. Usually, the two of you would try to watch the movie until around the thirty-minute mark, and then one wandering hand or a lingering kiss later and it would be completely ignored. For you, however, tonight’s movie was long forgotten the moment he had turned it on.

“Hm? Oh, I didn’t hear him. Sorry…” You smiled at him sheepishly.

“You good, angel?” He cocked his eyebrow as he turned to face you. The warm amber of his irises bore into your face with adoration and slight concern. “You’re not thinking about breaking up with me, are you?” He feigned worry, clutching over his heart. You swatted his arm playfully with an eye roll.

“I’m just a little thirsty… Do you want anything from the kitchen?” You offered, feeling a little silly as he simultaneously took a swig from his bottle of beer. He pretended to think for a moment.

“Yeah, get me a glass of you.” He grinned, leaning down to catch your lips in his, stifling your giggle as you cringed with an exaggerated scoff at his cheesy remark. Bradley Bradshaw, dad joke supreme.

“On second thought, maybe I’ll decide to break up with you when I get back, Dadshaw.” You teased, pushing his curls from his forehead, earning you a perfect pout from his plump lips to which you gave a lingering kiss. There it was.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were growing restless with the over-the-clothes grope sessions that regularly took place the last few months. While they were exciting and enjoyable, there was a particular itch that you just couldn’t scratch, even on your own. Your thoughts would drift to him at night as you imagined what being with him would be like, and any time your unskilled fingers fumbled to bring an unfamiliar feeling to that place deep inside you, you would immediately withdraw your hand. The longer things continued on like this, the antsier you were getting and if Bradley was feeling the same way, you would have been none the wiser. He was aware of your predicament and he, ever the gentleman, always let you set the pace and never asked anything of you that you were not comfortable with. His mother raised him better than being any other way. “I promise I’m not some bible-thumping prude.” You would promise him from time to time during these exchanges. He never asked you for your reasoning, but he knew it was just a matter of trust. He would just simply smile and assure you there was no rush, that he would never pressure you to go further than you wanted.

In truth, however, the idea of being your first anything excited him. He felt a little guilty for having that thought in the first place but he couldn’t help it. Any time he tried to get any information from you about what you had done before, just out of sheer curiosity, you would quickly skirt around the subject and bring up anything else. He would never press you on the matter, but he could tell when you were hesitant and very intentional with your movements during impromptu make out sessions behind the bookshelves in the library during study breaks. But he also noticed when something changed inside of you: the time he pulled you into the office of the professor he was TA-ing for when they were out for a few days. When he decided to be spontaneous and clear the professor’s desk of clutter to push you onto the surface, you didn’t exasperatedly scold him or get flushed and embarrassed like you normally would. You simply continued on, pulling him into you, your kisses and touches… hungrier, but he continued to let you set the pace, and while it didn’t go much further, he could feel the desperation growing there with you. That was a week ago, right before midterms, and neither of you had talked about it since.

He tilted his head at you as you winked and sauntered away, making your way out of his room and down the hall toward the kitchen. After nervously gulping down half of the water in your glass in an attempt to slow your heart rate, you stepped into the bathroom off the side of the galley. You gripped either side of the sink as you bent over the counter to face yourself in the mirror, inhaling deeply before letting out a shaky breath. “You can do this. It’s not a big deal. Everyone has done it… Just not you,” you furrowed your brow at your failed pep talk. You had been in your head about this for a couple months, and especially all week as he made a habit of sweetly coaxing you into staying over every night of spring break with him to cuddle every time you would start gathering your belongings to leave. You worried that you wouldn’t be nearly as good as the other women Bradley had already been with, and you often wondered why he was even waiting around with you in the first place, especially when other girls on campus would throw themselves at him had they been given the chance. You had even brought this up to him a couple times before, how he was wasting formative college experience time with you, which was always met with, “Baby, I don’t want anyone else,” or, “Sex isn’t the only important thing in the world.” Sure, not the only thing, but surely still pretty important to someone like Bradley Bradshaw.

“No, you’re not backing out of it. Get it over with. Everything will only get easier from here on out.” You told your reflection definitively. You reached up under your skirt, hooking your panties with your thumbs before tugging them down your legs. You had hoped this bold of a move would spur you on to go through with this, either by your own actions or even by Bradley discovering you bare, as you knew he would often absentmindedly run his thumb against the underwear lines at your hip when he cuddled you. After giving yourself one last look-over in the mirror, you took a deep breath before turning off the light and exiting the bathroom.

Bradley snapped his head up when you reentered his bedroom, giving you a cheeky grin. “Are you back to break up with me, angel?” He has no idea what he’s in for tonight, you thought, but then quickly humbled yourself by the fact that, well, neither did you.You sauntered over to turn off the television with the remote before tossing it away to his textbook-ridden desk. The sudden silence and the way he was looking at you was making you lose your nerve, so you walked over to his stereo to pop one of his CDs in the player, Smokey Robinson’s Smokey, pressing the repeat button and then skipping until the player display read the number 9. Baby Come Close started softly through the speakers, and you remembered the first time he had you listen to it with him.

“This right here… is lovemaking music,” he proclaimed, wiggling his eyebrows at you, only half-joking. Your eyes widened as you playfully swatted his arm, causing him to bellow with laughter. “But make no mistake, it sounds so much better on vinyl.”

“Then why aren’t we listening to it on vinyl?” You teased, prodding his chest with your finger.

“The thought of keeping my collection here with me at school when I live with these idiots makes me shudder, honey. Get real.”

Bradley’s expression was puzzled as you crawled across the bed to straddle his lap, cupping his face and running your thumbs over his smooth skin. He beamed at you nonetheless. “What are you –” You cut him off by gently tilting his chin upward and placing a slow, sensual kiss on his lips. Your lips moved perfectly in sync as he sat up a little straighter, placing his hands on your hips. You shakily reached for one of his hands before setting your discarded lace panties in his palm. He pulled away to look at the delicate fabric and blinked a few times before slowly sliding his other hand under your skirt to grip your bare behind. He softly drew a circle on the skin there with his thumb. His touch felt like static and left goosebumps in its wake, making you shiver. It suddenly clicked in Bradley’s mind as he remembered what he told you about this song, it made his chest constrict. You nervously bit your lip as you watched him short circuit in real time. Bradley took pause as he met your eyes, full of both lust and uncertainty. “Are you saying…”

“I’ve been wondering what it feels like, how you feel, for a while,” you admitted softly, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. Bradley swallowed hard, his heartbeat in his ears as he hung on every word you said. Your gaze shifted to focus on your hands as you nervously stated, “I don’t want to wait any longer, Bradley. I think I’m ready.” Your eyes fluttered closed as he hesitantly caught your lips again. He grinned into the kiss and pushed your shirt up slightly to rub his calloused thumbs along the soft skin of your waist. You sighed into his mouth as your lips parted, which Bradley took advantage of by sliding his tongue to massage against yours in your mouth.

“We’ll take it slow. I’ll take care of you,” He promised after a long moment with a heavy breath, slowly inching a hand further up your tee to palm your breast and pinching your nipple through your bra, enough for your breath to catch in your throat. “Is this okay?” His eyes snapped to yours expectantly, and he smiled softly when you nodded. Bradley pulled your shirt upward over your head and tossed the material to the floor. He took a moment to marvel at the lacey red bra that matched the underwear in his hand before attaching his lips to your neck and flinging your panties aside. You sighed, bringing your arms up loosely around the back of his neck to run your fingers through the curls at his nape. He raised a hand to cradle your jaw, his thumb gently nudging it to angle your chin to give him more access, and his other expertly sliding up your back to unhook your bra with ease. You sighed in relief as the restrictive material fell down your arms and tried to fight the bashful feeling that washed over you. You felt your face flush as you realized Bradley was the first person to see you this way, all hot and flushed on top of him. He blinked as he took in the sight of your bare chest. “Absolutely perfect, angel.”

You experimentally ground your hips down onto his and the friction of his denim jeans against your bare core made you whimper. You could feel his hard cock through the stiff material separating you, and you desperately wanted more. Your shaky hands fumbled with the button of his pants as you kissed down his jaw and along his neck, placing hot, lingering kisses on the somewhat-fresh scars that stretched across his skin. He chuckled softly, placing his hands over yours to steady them as he guided the button out of the loop.

“Relax, baby. We can take it nice and slow,” Bradley reassured you before lifting you from him to shimmy out of his jeans. But before you could touch him again, he wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you over, gently placing you underneath him. He rubbed your sides as he shifted his weight on top of you, pushing you into the plush of his mattress. He supported himself on his forearm as mouth latched onto your right nipple, his free hand massaging your other breast. You moaned softly, you felt him smile against your soft skin. Bradley’s tongue swirled around the bud, and he released it with a pop before moving to the left one. When you arched your back, instinctively pushing up against his mouth, he groaned, His hand wandered to your thighs, rubbing them each for a while before slipping between them when you opened them slightly. He nudged your thigh to open wider with his knee. “Am I going too fast?” He asked, stopping his mouth on your skin to look up at you. You shook your head with a nervous smile and he placed a kiss on your sternum. “Tell me what you like.”

“I — I don’t know.” He furrowed his eyebrows at this confession.

“Show me how you do it when you touch yourself,” He requested, and stopped his movements when you opened your mouth to speak… and then closed it. “You’ve never touched yourself?”

“I have! Well, kind of. I either got bored, or whenever I felt anything building I just… stopped.”

“So… You’ve never came before, even on your own?” He prodded delicately, and you sheepishly shook your head. Bradley suppressed the moan at the back of his throat. He wet his lips with his tongue. “Oh, honey. I can’t believe you’re this innocent,” he said more to himself than to you, which made you feel a bit self-conscious. He noticed you tense. “No, baby, no, that isn’t what I mean. You’ve just been so… I never would have guessed.”

“I would understand if you didn’t want to keep going.” You offered, shifting uncomfortably. Bradley’s expression turned incredulous as he rapidly shook his head.

“No way is that deterring me from you. How about we find out what feels good together, okay?” You nodded and let out a shaky breath as his middle finger slowly slid through your slick and ghosted over your clit. An unexpected sound squeaked from your chest and you flushed when he met your eyes. “Soaked already. Is this all for me?” He shot you a lopsided grin, and smirked when you whimpered and nodded. You bucked your hips against his hand, a silent plea for any type of friction, and he obliged by rubbing your bundle of nerves in slow circles. This felt so much beyond anything you could have possibly done on your own, the unanticipated movements of his touches. You felt like your body was on fire.

“Bradley,” you pleaded, your legs starting to scramble. He held your hips down with one hand and slid his middle finger into you with the other, wordlessly obliging, slowly pumping it a few times before curling it upward and hitting a spot that had you arching your back and letting out a sharp gasp. “Oh!”

“How’s that?” He asked smugly, chuckling slightly as you could do nothing but dumbly nod and blink up at him, not exactly answering his question but it was definitely an answer all the same. He watches you with an amused grin as he repeated the motion with his skilled digit, eliciting a strangled moan from somewhere deep in your sternum.

The rumors you always heard about him before you got together were true, he certainly had magic fingers. The sounds he was pulling for you made him thank the high heavens that he had ears, and that his roommates had left town for the week. He kissed down your stomach and your breath hitched as he continued down, down, down. Bradley raised his eyes to meet yours, immediately softening at your slightly panicked expression. “May I?”

“I… Yes.”

“If you don’t like it, we can move on,” He beamed his reassurance at you earnestly. “But I promise I’m going to do everything I can to make you feel so good, baby.” He teasingly kissed along the outside of your thighs, chuckling when you squirmed, desperate for any kind of contact. Suddenly, feeling his hot breath against your core, he placed a slow, delicate kiss against you before spreading you with his fingers, then licking a thick stripe upward.

“Oh, my fucking –” Bradley attached his lips to your clit, alternating between licking and sucking. You could feel yourself getting impossibly wetter. His tongue dipped down to your weeping hole, teasingly plunging into you every so often. You didn’t know what to do with your hands as they scrambled to find purchase in the sheets. He guided one of your hands to his hair, your other following suit, and when your fingers tangled into his tresses, he groaned at the tug.

“You taste so good, honey,” Bradley breathed, and his voice was so raspy and full of lust it caused you to buck your hips slightly against his mouth. The comment made your cheeks heat up, almost embarrassed. He hummed against you, the vibrations adding to the immense pleasure he was already giving you. He pulled his mouth away and brought up two digits two your wetness, slowly teasing your entrance, making you whimper pathetically. “I love the little sounds that you make when I’m teasing you.” It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. He pushed his fingers into you slowly, allowing you time to adjust to the slightly uncomfortable stretch, before curling upward against your walls and moving them into you at a steady pace. You felt that unfamiliar feeling start to rise in your stomach and your legs began to shake.

“Bradley – I can’t – I think I’m gonna –”

“Come for me, baby,” He growled against you, harshly sucking your clit as his fingers sped up a bit. You cried out in complete ecstasy as you came undone under him, tugging his face impossibly closer into your core. He rutted his hips into the mattress as he watched you, desperate for friction, and continued to work you through it. You would have felt embarrassed about the way you convulsed if you hadn’t heard through the cotton filling your head, “Holy shit, you’re so fucking hot.” As you came down from your high, you hissed from the overstimulation as he kept at you. You pushed his head back involuntarily and he chuckled before kissing the inside of your thigh apologetically. You tried to take a moment to catch your breath as he continued to kiss your thighs and around your heat. “Was that alright?”

You heaved a laugh at the question, you felt him grinning against your belly. “Something like that,” you quipped, meeting his eyes. He looked so in love, just watching your already fucked out expression as you tried to find your way back down to Earth. You ran your fingers through his hair, he pressed his cheek into your thigh. “I want that all the time.”

“I am so, so happy to oblige.” He suggested, experimentally going back down to kitten lick at your soaked cunt. You giggled, shaking your head.

“I wanna touch you too,” you stated breathlessly. Bradley cocked an eyebrow at you as you sat up and pushed him to lay backward to sit between his knees, reattaching your lips to his collarbone and eagerly kissing down his chest and abdomen. He chuckled, bringing a hand up to gently hold your hair out of your face. His finger lovingly swept a circle over your cheek. You boldly and playfully licked a thick stripe up his torso, causing a strained groan to bubble from his throat, before returning nip down to the waistband of his boxers. Your sudden confidence had quickly dissipated as you looked up at him with wide eyes. This was the first time you’d seen him this way, in this position. Bradley was so beautiful. He had been hitting the gym pretty hard in preparation for his hopeful, second-round acceptance into flight school come graduation next year and it was definitely paying off, though you admit you still liked it when he was a bit softer in the middle. He gave you an encouraging grin as you began to pull the material downward, his cock sprung free and slapped up against his abdomen. You blinked, dumbfounded, as you took in the sight of him. “I…”

“You don’t have to do anything.” He stated firmly with a soft smile, bringing a hand to brush the hair from your face once more. You furrowed your brows and shook your head.

“Teach me?” You gazed at him expectantly. “Show me how to touch you. Teach me how to make you feel good, too.” Fuck. He nodded, swallowing hard. He took your hand and brought it to his lips for a quick kiss before guiding it down to secure gently around his length. He tightened his hand over yours slightly, signaling you to tighten your grip a little. Taking his cock in your hand, you hesitantly pumped it a few times before surprising the both of you by boldly licking the precum from his tip. It was surprisingly pleasant but maybe it was because a soft, strangled moan bubbled from Bradley’s lips, which was enough to make you squeeze your thighs together. You wanted to do everything you could to hear that sound again. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, humming in approval as you hesitantly took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length until it hit the back of your throat. You gagged but recovered smoothly as he guided you to bob your head. You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked on his length and pumped what you couldn’t fit with your hand, just like you saw in the videos you sometimes watched in preparation for this moment.

“Are you sure this is your first time?” Bradley chuckled and sighed as his head fell back against the headboard. You couldn’t keep the cocky grin off your face as you repeated your motions. You figured he was exaggerating your skill for your benefit, but you didn’t care. The sounds leaving him were deliciously filthy, reassuring you that you were doing all the right things. “That’s it baby, just like that. So fucking good for me,” His hand gripped a fistful of your hair as he thrusted his hips toward your face slightly. You gagged but recovered immediately, though you could feel your embarrassment flushing your cheeks. “Shit, sorry, is that okay?” You hummed in response, the vibrations adding to Bradley’s pleasure so much so that he huffed out a string of curses. You could feel your wetness begin to drip down the side of your thigh, and you were getting a little antsy.

“Bradley…” You whined as you pulled back for air. Your body stiffened as nerves consumed you once more. “I want… I need…”

“What do you need, honey?” He questioned gently, pulling you up to him to catch your lips. He expertly flipped you back onto your back, slotting his body between your legs. You could feel him over your heat, causing you to experimentally buck your hips upward to grind against him. “Tell me what you need.” Bradley hissed as you whimpered. He fumbled to pull a condom from the box of his bedside drawer, planting wet kisses on your outstretched arm on his way back to you.

“Please fuck me,” you requested boldly. The filthy words from your lips made him throw his head back with a groan. “Bradley, please.” He tore the foil packet open with his teeth and pumped himself a few times before rolling the condom down onto his length. He kissed up your neck back to your lips as he positioned himself at your entrance, running the head of his cock through your slick folds.

“Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?” He kissed you sweetly. You smiled at him with a hesitant nod. You figured you would feel a lot more embarrassed than you did, feeling pathetically naive and innocent to be experiencing this for the first time at your age, but he never put the thought that he felt that way in your mind. Bradley was never condescending, he never talked down to you or made you feel like something too pure or too delicate to touch. He slowly pushed his tip into you, causing your eyes to water and screw shut. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders and your body went rigid.

“Angel, I need you to relax your muscles. I don’t want it to hurt,” He bit back a moan as he continued to fill you once you relaxed. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” You stated firmly. It didn’t hurt as bad as you were told it would, it was more uncomfortable than anything. He waited for you to adjust to him, idly planting wet kisses over the length of your neck and collarbone as he whispered sweet praises in your ear.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Bradley cooed. “You’re taking me so well,” After several minutes, you shifted your hips slightly in attempts to ease the discomfort, and… Oh. You moaned slightly at the new electricity inducing feeling that coursed through your body. Bradley picked up his head to reattach his lips to yours and pulled his hips back slightly before slowly thrusting back into you. You gasped, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. His dilated pupils fixated on your own as he found his rhythm, pushing deeper into you while increasing his pace. His sweet moans were music to your ears, and yours to his. You were a whimpering mess underneath him, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as he ran a hand down your thigh to wrap your leg around his waist. “You’re so tight.” A deep-seated groan emitted from the back of his throat as his thrusts became sloppy, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. He took one of your hands in his, interlocking your fingers and bringing them to rest on the mattress above your head.

“You feel so…” You moaned before your lips latched onto his neck. “Fuck.”

“I love listening to you,” He admitted blissfully. “I never could have imagined the sweet noises you make.” You whimpered at his words. He hastily snaked a hand down between the two of you and started rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit. The added sensation with him thrusting into your dripping core at a dizzying pace, repeatedly hitting just the right spot, was almost too much but so perfect. His praises kept stoking that building fire in the pit of your belly, and watching him watch you sent you over the edge once more. Your vision went white as a string of curses fell from your mouth. Your legs began to shake and the rest of your body stiffened.

“Bradley, oh my – fuck!”

“That’s it, good girl,” He groaned at the sight of you writhing underneath him. He sucked a mark into your collarbone to contain the melodies escaping him. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” Bradley rasped as he buried his face further into your neck. You brought up your other leg to tighten them both around him, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts as he came undone on top of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You had never seen such a beautiful sight, watching the muscles of his bicep contract as he held himself over you while he fell apart. He lazily peppered your neck with hot kisses, sucking marks into your skin, and after a few moments, he begrudgingly lifted himself off you with a huge grin plastered on his face. He would have stayed there forever if you let him. “How are you? Was that okay?” You giggled at his concern, shaking your head in disbelief.

“It was perfect,” you hummed in contentment. Definitely worth the wait, and now I know what I’ve been missing. Bradley’s phone began to ring, and when he lifted it to check the caller I.D., his smile faltered for a split second.

Mav

He hastily declined the call. Maverick was continuing to not get the hint of months’ worth of rejected calls and Bradley refused to let him ruin another perfect moment in his life right now.

“Who’s calling so late?” You joked. Fucking Maverick on his fucking Pacific Standard Time.

“Telemarketer, probably,” Bradley lied, cupping your face and kissing your lips sweetly. “What do you say we just skip the first day back tomorrow and stay in bed all day instead?” His grin was anything but angelic, borderline shit-eating, as he began to kiss his way down your neck to your chest. You erupted into giggles, pretending to push him away.

“Bradley!”

Baby Come Close was still thrumming through the speakers on repeat as you held each other, and neither of you were in any rush to end the perfect night. You both desperately wished that you could have stayed here forever.

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bi-lemma · 10 months

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Ballister x Ambrosius headcanons (from the movies)

-grumpy x sunshine

-after Ambrosius cut off ballisters arm he most definitely thought that he killed his most favourite person/love of his life

-Ambrosius fell first

-Ballister fell harder

-They were both top of their class

-Academic enemies to friends to lovers

-Bal and Ambrosius adopt nimona ovi

-She's 1000+ years older

-It's fine

-Ambrosius paints his nails ALL THE TIME

-One time he tries to convince Ballister to paint his nails

-Ballister finally agrees to paint his nails black

-Nimona would also rock the black nails

#ballister x ambrosius #we need more in this fandom #headcanon #please be nice lol #my first headcanon #nimona #nimona netflix #nimona film #ambrosius goldenloin #nimona 2023 #I wanted headcanons #so i did #ballister blackheart

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kermit-the-hag · 1 year

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made my first edit…

#please be nice lol #gerard way #my chemical romance #mcr #mcr wallpaper #mcr lyrics #gerard way edit #mcr fanart

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gunilslaugh · 1 year

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Knight in Shining Armor

O.de/Seungmin

Summary: Seungmin “saves” y/n from her asshole ex

non idol au

wc:826

Warning: grammar

Photo not mine credits to owner

2nd person pov

Exams are finally over. Honestly you would have preferred to just lounge at home and catch up on the many hours of sleep you lost due to studying, but alas your dear friend Jiseok was not on your side. He was very adamant about going to the party one of the frats was holding. “Come on, it will be fun,” he insisted. “The rest of the boys are going,” he informed, referring to your friend group, Gunil, Jungsu, Seungmin, Hyeongjun, and Joooyeon.

That’s how you found yourself currently seated with Seungmin on two barstools at the kitchen counter, sharing a bag of potato chips. The two of watched as Gunil danced like a drunk uncle in a crowd of people in the living room. Jiseok and Jooyeon hyping him up and doing their own little dancy dances. You glanced around looking for where Jungsu and Hyeongjun disappeared too. Eventually finding them chilling in a corner away from the crowds of people. Unfortunately as you were turning your attention back to Seungmin your eyes met with those of your ex. His arm wrapped around the waist of a pretty girl. He sent you a smirk before pulling the girl in for a kiss. You simply rolled your eyes at the childish game he was playing. “I think he’s trying to make you jealous,” Seungmin said as he also caught the actions of your ex across the room.

“I’m embarrassed that I ever dated him. What was wrong with me?” You sighed, shaking your head with dread at the memories of you and your ex together. “Y’know he messaged me the other day too” you told Seungmin, recalling the moment.

“Seriously?!” He asked bewildered. “What’d you do?” He followed up.

“I just ignored it and blocked him. I’m not making that mistake twice” you chuckled lightly. “I think he wants to get back together” you continued “but I have no interest in doing so, he was such a shit boyfriend”.

“I know he was….” He paused before continuing “How about I make him leave you alone?” Finishing his thought.

“How would you do that?” You asked with your brows slightly furrowing. Seungmin stood and moved closer to where you sat on the barstool. He tucked some stray hairs behind your ear while leaning in closer. “Can I kiss you?” He questioned looking into your eyes. Realizing that Seugmin was suggesting that you simply beat your ex at his own game, making you jealous. A small smile made its way to your lips and you nodded yes to his question. It would get your ex to leave you alone and how could kissing Seungmin ever be a bad thing. He leaned in closer pausing slightly before your lips met to give one last chance to pull away. When you don’t he presses his lips to yours in a soft gentle kiss. It tastes salty from the potato chips you had been eating, but you don’t mind. You find yourself falling deeper into the kiss as you move your hands to rest on his waist pulling him closer. He then cups the side of your neck and jaw with his hand tilting your head for a more comfortable kissing position. What you miss is Seungmin opening his eyes and staring right at your ex as he kisses you. His eyes sent the message of “You lose”. At this action your ex drops his hold and the girl he was with and angrily walks away. The girl following was clearly confused behind him. Then breaking into a victorious smile Seungmin pulls away from the kiss. He looks up as if he wasn’t already staring. “He’s gone” At his words you turn your head looking at the direction where your ex was noticing that he was indeed gone. “My knight in shining armor” you spoke jokingly as Seungmin sat back down on his barstool next to yours. You wrap an arm loosely around his waist muttering a thank you to him. “You’re a good kisser” you told him and watched a slight blush make its way to his cheeks.

“You are too” he stated. “I get why your ex wants you back” he joked. You lightly elbow him in the ribs while telling him to stop. Going back to the potato chip bag that was forgotten on the counter.

“So how long till Seumgmin confesses that he likes her?” Jungsu asked Hyeonjun about the whole scene they just watched take place from their corner.

“Nah, after that kiss y/n will come to realize that they like him and confess first” Hyeongjun said.

“Sounds like a bet” Jungsu stated as he stuck out his hand.

“26,000won ($20 usd)sound good?” Hyeonjun asked also sticking out his hand. Jung’s nodded firmly and the shook on it.

2 months later Jungsu is mumbling about why Seungmin had to be such a coward has he hands over the 26,000won to Hyeonjun.

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jimothysomebody · 11 months

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Crop tops are gonna take some getting used to but honestly? I love the look 😎

#selfie #me #please be nice lol

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saucysonny14 · 8 months

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My very first attempt trying to make cool wallpaper lol. idk i kinda like it. Let me know what y’all think

#emily sonnett #uswnt #wallpaper #this took me way too long to make #please be nice lol #i tried

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pmd-travail · 9 months

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Travail

Prologue - A Favour

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Raiyne the Meowscarada visits her hometown, where she decides to catch up with an old friend of theirs, not expecting to become entangled in a mystery.

It had been a while since she had last visited Cerise Town, perhaps a year or so; the Meowscarada wasn’t entirely sure herself. Had it really been that long since they last visited? With all her work and responsibilities the thought of visiting her quaint hometown was the furthest thing from her mind. Regardless, they were here now, and they intended to make the most of their precious day off.

Despite everything, Cerise Town was just as they remembered it. It was comforting. The world had changed so much within the past year, the grounded sense of familiarity put her racing mind at ease. She recognised every twist and turn in the streets, every crack in the cobbled pathway and every building that stood proudly under the azure sky. Even the pokemon who lined the streets felt the same; the Meowscarada could vividly picture her younger-self racing and weaving through the crowds to go see her friends. That thought made her smile to herself, it had been too long after all, maybe she should pay her old friends a visit.

A quiet murmur disturbed her from her reminiscence. “-speaking of which, have you heard the rumour?”

Rumour? Now that sounded interesting. They were fully aware of how rude it is to eavesdrop, of course, but it’s not like that’s ever stopped them before. Her dark ears pointed up in attentive intrigue.

The little Hoppip glanced around before continuing their sentence, conscious of any eyes drawn to them, and whispered, “They say that it’s humans- that they’re the ones causing the natural disasters!”

Their Pansage companion threw them a sceptical stare, “Come on, you know all that human stuff is a bunch of legends, right?”

“But there’s a group of ‘mons looking for them, really scary guys too! They really seem to believe it!” the Hoppip exclaimed with a glint of excitement in their voice.

Oh. She had heard of them before, a group of thugs going around scaring pokemon, these trying times had created a wave of paranoia amongst some pokemon. When things go wrong it’s natural to look for something or someone to blame. The Meowscarada wasn’t a firm believer in humans herself, they were just fiction from grand tales of days long gone by. However there was a part of her that wanted to believe in those old fantastical tales, yet the rational part of her brain disregarded those notions. She decided to pay the trivial rumours and gossip no more heed, and continued her way through memory lane.

Besides, even if humans did exist, they couldn’t possibly be responsible for the natural disasters that plagued the Moon Continent. At least that’s what she told herself.

A pleasant aroma began to fill the air, stirring her from her thoughts. It was just as she recalled, The Sugar Swirl Cafe. They could feel their heart begin to flicker with excitement as they pushed on the carved wooden door, their arrival announced by the gentle chime of a bell. They were quickly enveloped by a wave of warm nostalgia that painted their face with a wide smile. A colourful Alcremie twirled around at the sound of the chime and greeted them in a cheery voice, “Well hello! And welcome to-” she gasped, her face lighting up, “Oh my goodness! Raiyne! It’s so lovely to see you again!”

“Jubilee! It’s been too long!”

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Raiyne found herself gazing out the window, transfixed on the rolling green hills that encased her hometown, a sight that she rarely got to view. It had been a few hours since she had arrived in town, the blue sky that had greeted her arrival had now faded into a brilliant orange. Today had flown by so quickly, she almost didn't want it to end, but she was content to spend her final hours of freedom here. All this reminiscence began to make her feel old. A gentle clatter of crockery caused Raiyne to stir from their thoughts once again. It was Jubilee.

“Would you mind if I sat here? I brought you something, on the house of course~” The rainbow Alcremie smiled, bearing a small tray of arranged sweets and cakes. Rayine bowed her head in reply, eager to catch up with her old friend.

“It was such a lovely surprise to see you again! Goodness it must have been a year by now?” Jubilee spoke with a warm tone, “I’m sure you’ve been busy haven’t you? Being the Guildmaster must be tough!”

Raiyne laughed in response, “Sure is! If we weren’t so busy all the time you’d be seeing a lot more of me around! You’d get sick of me!”

“Oh? Let me know when you’re free, we’ll slap you in an apron and put you to work!” she retorted jokingly.

Jubilee was a good friend to them. She was one of the few pokemon she could relax her guard around. Being a Guildmaster, Raiyne had to keep up appearances, leaving little room for goofing off or vulnerability. Being back home felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. She wasn’t the Guildmaster here, she was simply Raiyne, simply herself.

“How are things on your end? Oh! How’s Velvet doing?” The Meowscarada continued.

Jubilee smiled widely at the mention of her beloved Slurpuff partner, “Vel is great! The cafe has gotten more popular, we’ve had a hands full, but this was always our dream! I don’t know what I’d do without her. I’m so lucky…” her smile wavered slightly as she continued, losing herself in thought.

The yellow Alcremie looked sheepishly downwards, almost embarrassed, “Actually, there’s also something else too…and I was wondering if you’d help us with it.”

Raiyne peered at Jubilee inquisitively with her violet eyes. Jubilee never liked asking for help, but even so, the Alcremie looked so uncertain in her request. Was it something to be embarrassed over? Or did she simply think that they wouldn’t help her?

A small sigh escaped from the Alcremie’s lips as she tightened her grip on her teacup, “You see, a few months ago we found a lost child.” She paused, as if to choose her next words delicately, “Her situation is a bit…unique…and we’re concerned that we won’t be able to keep her safe here.”

“So, I have a very important favour to ask you-”

#pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd travail #prologue #this is my first dabble in creative writing since i was like 11 #please be nice lol

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knowledgecandriveyoumad · 3 months

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Hello

I am very embarrassed and have no idea what I'm doing. How does this site work. Hi?? I'm a mixed allegiance avatar, I think you can take a wild guess what I serve. Putting myself out here to feed the Eye with my self because feeding two whole Fears is hard work, so like. Ask me things and I'll answer

#tma #please be nice lol #tma rp

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allamericansbitch · 1 year

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im so scared to post this and be called mean shit but... my friends mom got tickets to night 1 in nashville. im going to 3 shows. im gonna throw up.

#please be nice lol #i need to be happy rn dont ruin it

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nanjokei · 5 months

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ok, i wasnt gonna say anything about it but like..

genuine question... no offense or anything

the sc0tt p1lgrim anime JUST dropped right? like today...? why is everyone posting the Big Thing about it so wily nily? like given everyone thought it was a straight adaptation personally i didn't think to blacklist anything. i don't care if it happens early on because it literally just dropped and was supposed to be a surprise. i am still wondering why everyone is freely posting about it with no warning or tag...

im not really mad but like... what happened to spoiler etiquette like actually?

am i crazy!?!! genuinely! im not shading anyone! im must shocked honestly

#rambles #please be nice lol #i promise im not talking abt anyone specific bc its like 70% of my dashboard

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rosiesramblings · 2 years

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Reckless

WC: 1.9k

Fandom: 9-1-1 Lone Star, TK and the 126 + Carlos

A/N: Here's my first fic! The lack of Lee!TK fics (or Lone Star fics in general) is an actual crime. Let me know if the formatting is weird - I'm really not sure how posting works. Hope you enjoy!

The air in the ambulance was so fraught with tension it made TK want to squirm. He was glad he was driving so that he had something to do with his hands. Nancy sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, glaring out the front windshield like it had personally wronged her. TK couldn’t see Cap from where she sat at the back of the ambulance, but he’d bet his next paycheck that her lips were pressed into a thin, angry line.

And it wasn’t like TK didn’t know why. What he had pulled was, objectively, one of his stupider stunts. He could admit that. But when his patient had hysterically pulled off her oxygen mask to tell him that her six month old was still inside the burning house, strapped in his carseat in the kitchen, TK didn’t hesitate.

He knew he was a paramedic now, and not a firefighter. But there are some instincts that never change, even if your career path does.

TK took one look at the house and knew that he had seconds before it would flash over. He sprinted toward the open door, ignoring Nancy’s calls and Cap’s orders. Pulling his shirt up over his mouth and nose, thick black smoke stinging his eyes, TK found the carseat, grabbed it and flew back out the door.

He had taken six steps from the house before he felt the heat at his back intensify as the house flashed, and he knew he had come uncomfortably close to a one-way ride to the morgue. But at the mother’s hysterical gratitude as he placed her son safely back in her arms? TK knew he would do it all over again if he had to.

Unfortunately for TK, it did not seem that the rest of the firehouse shared that sentiment. He pulled the ambulance back into the station as the rest of the team hopped down from the truck. Marjan’s face was set into a glare, his Dad looked like he had just run an ultramarathon, Mateo looked like he was close to tears, and Judd… TK didn’t know if he had ever seen Judd quite this angry.

Swallowing back the fear that he was about to get scolded, TK swung down from the driver’s seat and started toward the stairs, eager to shower off the soot that now coated his body.

“Not a chance,” Marjan said, stepping in front of him, grabbing his shoulders, and spinning him back around, where Judd was waiting.

“Guys, come on, at least let me shower before you yell at me,” TK tried for humor. The twitch in Judd’s left eye told him exactly how well that landed.

“Give me your radio,” was what Judd said.

TK’s brow furrowed, confused, but he slowly lifted his radio off his duty belt and handed it to Judd.

Judd clicked the ‘on’ button, and the radio squawked to life in his hands. “Testing, testing,” he said. Everyone else’s radios echoed with Judd’s voice.

Judd, if possible, glowered even harder. “Well, would you look at that? Your radio isn’t broken. Clear as a bell, in fact.”

TK swallowed, shifting from foot to foot.

Judd continued, “Well, then, I would love to hear what circumstances prevented you from using your perfectly functioning radio at that house. Which is what you should have done, instead of charging in there like some kind of LUNATIC.” Judd shoved TK’s radio back into his chest.

TK stumbled back a step, before raising his chin defiantly. “Judd, listen, I-”

“You know, I don’t actually care to hear your excuses.” Judd poked a finger into TK’s chest, his Southern drawl becoming even more pronounced in his anger. “Because that stunt you pulled? Quite possibly the most reckless-” poke, “stupid-” poke, “feather-brained-” poke, “idiotic- are you laughing right now?”

TK’s eyes widened. He quickly schooled his features at the realization that Judd thought he was laughing at him. Frantically, he tried to think of an excuse. “No! God, no, Judd, I wouldn’t - I mean - it’s just -”

“It’s just that TK is probably the most ticklish person you will ever meet,” Captain Strand’s voice echoed from where he stood halfway up the stairs.

TK’s mouth dropped open in shock and betrayal. “Dad!”

“Sorry, TK,” Owen said in a tone that conveyed he was anything but, “I have to go and get started on the paperwork from the last call, which has doubled thanks to your actions, son. Good luck.” He turned to continue up the stairs, calling back over his shoulder, “Judd, don’t kill him.”

Horrified, TK turned back to Judd, whose expression might as well have spelled ‘danger’ in bright neon lights. Judd cracked his knuckles, mock saluting his retreating Captain. “Yes, sir.”

That snapped TK out of his frozen state. With a noise that could be described as a yelp, TK turned and ran, narrowly avoiding Marjan’s grasp. He dashed behind the ambulance, daring to look back behind him before suddenly crashing to the floor.

Blinking in shock, TK turned to see Nancy, her left boot stuck out to trip him. “Nance - what did I ever do to you?” he asked incredulously.

“You gave me a heart attack,” Nancy snapped, snatching his wrists and pulling them above his head. “Maybe this will remind you to use your brain once in a while.”

Judd and Marjan sauntered over to where Nancy had TK pinned. I should really ask her about her workout regiment, Tk thought to himself, tugging at his arms uselessly.

“Guys - wait - you really don’t have to -” TK babbled, grin already tugging at his lips.

“Oh, apparently we do,” Marjan said, eyes glittering in the light. “I personally think this is the perfect thing to knock some goddamn sense into you,” she said, kneeling at his left side. Judd took his place on his right, the both of them throwing their legs over his own so he couldn’t curl up.

“Oh god - Paul, Paul! You’re reasonable, make them stohoohop,” TK begged as Marjan started doing the finger wiggle thing, right above his ribs. “I’m fine! Not a scratch, Cap checked me out! So - so all’s well that ends well, right? Paul? Mateo? Somebody?”

“Yeah, that was the dumbest thing I’ve seen you do in a while, TK, which is saying something,” Paul called from where he was casually leaning against the truck. “Plus, I kind of want to see where this goes.”

“Nowhere! This goes nohohowhere, please, Judd, wait, Marjan you can’t-”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Strand,” Judd grinned. “We absolutely can.”

“No, no, nononohohohohoho,” TK giggled as Judd started squeezing his side and Marjan spidered her nails up and down his ribs.

“Good Lord, man, I’m barely even touching you,” Judd teased.

“Shut uhuhuhuhuuhup,” TK snickered, trying in vain to twist away from the overwhelming sensations.

“Awful brave talk from someone in your position,” Marjan said. She crawled her fingers into TK’s armpit, and he jerked, tumbling into loud belly laughter.

“PLEASE! It’s sohohohoho bahahahad,” he cackled.

Judd moved his hand down to squeeze at his hips, “D’aw, really? Good. It's about to get worse.”

“OhohohoOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD,” TK shrieked, too preoccupied to be embarrassed at the way his protests echoed off the station walls.

“Aw, he’s blushing,” Marjan teased, quickly sneaking her nails underneath TK’s now-untucked shirt. “Poor thing! Can’t take it?”

“FUHUHUHUCK YOU MARJ!” TK yelled, twisting in vain to get away from those nails.

“Now, remind me what your job is TK?” Judd asked casually, as if he wasn’t currently sending TK into the absolute hysteria.

“What?” TK yelped.

“What. Is. Your. Job?” Judd asked again, punctuating each word with another devastating squeeze to his hips.

“PahahaharaMEDIC,” TK called out, gasping as Nancy started fluttering her fingers over his neck. He tossed his head from side to side, but each time she avoided him and continued her torment uninterrupted.

“Really? Paramedic? Not firefighter?” Judd asked.

“NohohohoOHOHOHO, JUDD,” TK laughed as he drummed his feet on the floor. Judd was merciless, pinching up to his belly and spidering his blunt nails over the skin.

“So you are not responsible for getting victims out of burning buildings?” Marjan asked, vibrating her fingers between each of his ribs.

“NOHOHOHO,” TK screamed, tears squeezing out from behind his scrunched up eyelids.

“Or running into situations with none of the proper protective gear?”

“Or flying solo? Ignoring your team, your captain?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO,” TK wailed.

“Or -”

“Jesus, what did he do to deserve this?” A new voice called out from the entrance to the firehouse.

Judd and Marjan let up, but Nancy continued to spider her fingers around his neck, keeping TK giggling. He didn’t have to lift his head to know who it was.

“Carlos! Carlos they’re kihihihiling mehehe,” TK whined through his giggles, shooting a desperate look at his boyfriend who sauntered in with a lunch bag in his hand. “You’re a cohohop, arrest them.”

Carlos grinned. “Arrest them? For what?”

“Assahahahault and battery,” TK managed.

“I don’t think that would hold up in court, baby,” Carlos said. Then he turned to Paul. “No, seriously, what did he do?”

“Ran into a burning house with no backup and no gear to get a baby,” Paul said nonchalantly. “Hence this ‘reminder’ about his job description.”

“Is that so?” Carlos said, his voice dangerously calm. He turned toward TK and cocked his head to the side. “In that case, have you guys tried behind his knees?”

TK’s mouth dropped open again, before his eyes narrowed. “Oh, Carlos, you can go straight to heHEHEHEHEHEHEHELL.”

TK promptly lost his mind as Judd and Marjan began targeting his worst spot ruthlessly. Judd dug his fingers in behind his knees while Marjan fluttered hers, the conflicting sensations overloading TK’s nervous system.

“IHIHIHIH’M SOHOHOHOHOHRRY,” TK managed, before the tickles scrambled his brain so much that forming words became too difficult. His laugh went silent after a few moments, and Judd, Marjan, and Nancy took that as their cue to back off.

Nancy released his wrists and TK hugged his arms protectively around his ribs, still shaking with laughter.

“I think we broke him,” Nancy said, smiling.

“Good. Maybe he’ll actually think twice next time,” Judd said, accepting Carlos’ offered hand and heaving himself off the floor.

“Oho *hic* my gohohohohohod,” TK hiccupped, mustering the strength to lift one arm up and wipe away the tears on his face. “Thahat was soho *hic* mean.”

“Don’t be a baby,” Marjan teased.

“You took it like a champ, man,” Paul called over before heading up the stairs.

Judd fixed him with a stare. “The next time you end up in the hospital for something stupid, what I will do to you will make this look like a walk in the park.”

TK whined and hugged himself tighter, and Carlos laughed. He stuck his hand down to TK, who jumped at the sudden movement, blushing when he realized Carlos just meant to help him up. Carlos snorted.

“C’mon baby, let’s get you some water for those hiccups,” Carlos said, pulling TK up. TK staggered into Carlos, his legs retaining the structural integrity of a bowl of Jell-O.

“Water *hic* then a nap,” TK said, leaning more than half his weight on Carlos.

“Ok baby,” Carlos said. “Here - let me just -” and he swung TK up into his arms, bridal style. TK sighed gratefully, closing his eyes and pressing his head into Carlos’ neck as they made their way up the stairs.

“This is *hic* going to be how I *hic* actually die,” TK mumbled. “Still can’t believe *hic* you told them about my *hic* fucking knees.”

Carlos just smiled.

#tickle fic #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tk strand #tickling #tfb community #first fic #please be nice lol #just kidding i can take criticism #tword community #Marjan as a ler is terrifying lol

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