#we love our boys not wearing any undies

[bbonbonss]

⋆˳⁺ ♥︎ oh, to be unconditionally loved. ♥︎ ⁺˳⋆

#helluva fanart #helluva boss #stolitz #blitzo #stolas #a #i love this piece to bits... im so slow at reposting here cus im just never rly active #im tryin tho weeps #enjoy some softie cuddles that make me meltie #we love our boys not wearing any undies

[sixosix]

Pls write basketball player girlfail childe asking reader to show up to his competition and he yells out “this ones for you”’only to miss like the pathetic loser he is and get benched for the rest of the gamethx

warnings wc 1.2k feminine russian petname (printsessa) used once (1), THIS IS A BIT OF A MESS IM SORRY ELLIE, second-hand embarrassment btw…

“I said please...”

Laughing, you push his face away with your palm, Childe’s cheek squished against it. “What are you, five? Please won’t get you anywhere.” The way he said it, dragged out and whiny, was entertaining, though.

He draws you closer by encircling your waist with his arm. “School year’s ending, won’t you at least give me this one last dance?”

“It would’ve been sweet if you were asking me out for prom instead of your basketball competition.”

“But our situation makes it even more romantic,” Childe argues, well, childishly. He pouts and brings his face within inches of yours, drowning your gaze in a mesmerizing shade of hauntingly beautiful blue.

“We don’t have a situation.”

“Yes we do, printsessa. There’s no one here to hide your undying love for me. Come to my game to make it up to me?”

He looks stupid in all his long-limbed glory, as he bends down and gazes up at you, his lower lip protruding. But you've always had a weakness for his endearing puppy-dog eyes. They have a way of working their magic, and he's well aware of it.

“We’ll see what happens.”

Childe lights up, pulling away just to give you kisses all over the back of your palm. “Yes, yes. You won't regret a thing, I promise.” You haven’t even said a concrete yes, though he’d probably take anything that isn’t outright ‘no’.

You suppose this means you have a basketball game to attend tomorrow.

“Wear my jersey?”

“You’re pushing it.”

“For real? You’re not joking around? No, wait, don’t tell me—you wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”

Xiao’s jaw ticks, far from amused, as the boy in front of him grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him back and forth like a snowglobe. Childe would find his piercing glare terrifying if he weren’t a whole head shorter than him. “Do I look like I have time to entertain and joke around with you, Tartaglia? See for yourself. Second row, black jacket.”

Childe’s grin splits across his face like he’s never had to express any other emotion.

Xiao stares at him warily, as one would to a ticking time bomb. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. I don’t like that look on your face.”

Childe’s expression turns serious, his dull eyes drilling daggers to the ground. “We will win. I’ll make sure of it, buddy. Wanna know why? I have a plan, and I’ll share it with the team so I can win this competition and Y/N falls in love with me and everything falls into pl— Hey, why are you leaving?”

“Kunikuzushi.” You don’t bother hiding the look of surprise on your face as you spot him on the second row of the courtside seats. “I thought you were one of the players.”

Scaramouche’s face crinkles in disgust at even the implications that came along with it. “I’d rather not participate in anything involving Childe.”

A laugh bubbles out of you as you settle in on the seat on his left. “And here I thought he said you were friends.”

“He’s presumptuous like that,” Scaramouche sniffs, tipping his chin high. 

“And secretive. I didn’t know he played basketball…”

“Are you joking?” At your bewildered expression, Scaramouche’s brow arches in disbelief. “You don’t know. Childe only started playing because you said you might have a crush on one of the varsity players.”

“What? I just I might. And what does that— Oh, no.”

“Yes. You idiot.”

“I didn’t think his crush was this serious,” you murmur, sinking further into your seat. It might be butterflies, it might be mortification.

The whistle blows; the players settle in position. Your eyes never stray from Childe’s figure, even for a second. (He does look good in his basketball jersey.)

“Crush? Don’t make me laugh. You pair act like you’re on your honeymoon every time I see you.”

Wisely deciding to change the subject because arguing with Scaramouche is subjecting yourself to eventual loss, you wonder aloud, “How’d they even allow him to play? He doesn’t know how to aim for shit.”

Scaramouche smirks. “Probably because of his connections. He’s an asshole like that.”

“Yeah.” That makes sense. You both lapse into silence as the game proceeds.

Childe is doing better than you expected. Even Scaramouche looks vaguely impressed.

“I guess he could play after all,” you comment, whistling lowly as Childe skillfully snatches the ball and maneuvers across the field like he’s a stream of water. You’re briefly entranced by the way he grins and a bead of sweat rolls down from his chin.

The ball is in his hands. You shuffle to the edge of your seat.

Scaramouche leans to rest his elbows on his knees. “What’s he doing?” You can’t tell if he’s invested because he’s rooting for him or if he’s waiting for something bad to happen, because he hates Childe like that.

Childe comes to a stop at a specific distance, cradling the ball against his chest. His teammates do the same, creating enough confusion among the opposing players to provide him with an opportunity to attempt what would generally be considered a violation.

Childe’s eyes easily find yours. You’re not sure if it’s because he’s pinned your location down beforehand or if it’s the magnetic force that’s pulling you to him no matter where you try to look. He grins, all boyish charm that makes everyone oblivious that they’re dealing with a devil in the body of a ginger swoon.

“This one’s for you, babe!” he exclaims, pointing at you with a wild grin, prompting the audience to glance at you in bewilderment. Stupidly, your heart flutters at the fact that he didn’t forget you were watching.

He jumps, his body and arms arching in a graceful form. You swear there’s a spotlight framing his entire body at the moment. Childe flicks his wrist; the ball flies off of his grasp.

And the ball also misses entirely.

A stunned silence washes over the court, broken only by Scaramouche later bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, no,” you say, hiding your face in your palms. Xiao, Childe’s teammate, is seen exiting the field.

“Oh my—oh my fuc—king go—od,” Scaramouche wheezes in between breaths, his knees curled up to his chest.

“It’s really not that funny,” you weakly defend, mostly because your embarrassment is overpowering the part of you wanting to join Scaramouche.

However, your words only prompt Scaramouche into laughing harder, tears in his eyes and his breaths coming in short. You’ve never seen him laugh this hard before.

Below, Childe doesn’t even look humiliated. He stares at the ball rolling away with a frown, as if it’s at fault for his god-awful aim.

One of the players—his enemy—pats him on the back. “Hey, man, you can try again if you want to…”

Childe huffs, turning away. “I want a fair one. It’s not worth anything if you just give it to me.” What a miracle he still has his pride after that.

Childe gets benched, pouting in the sidelines. They did win, but it’s not because of Childe, like he told Xiao would happen—not that Xiao was there to see it. Not even a kicked puppy could compare to how pathetic he’s looking. A wet, crumpled paper might be more accurate.

“Don’t tell me you’re into dedicated failure? You into that?”

You pat Scaramouche’s back twice in response. “He’s still cute, unfortunately.” There might just be something wrong with you. “I’m going to go to him.”

“Weirdo,” Scaramouche shoots back, watching as you leave. “No wonder why you and Childe are perfect for each other.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff #childe x reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #ajax x reader #ajax x you #ajax x y/n #childe fluff

[reidsmouthbabys48]

“You’ve been out of it all day kid, you alright?” Morgan whispers next to me nudging me in the arm. y/n is sitting in the passenger seat of the fbi car and the last thing I want is her to find out that I’ve been “out of it” because I was to busy thinking about how I’m going to confess my undying love for her - I figured it out I’m gonna write her a love note using quotes from her favorite pomes-. “I’m fine Morgan” I whisper back “bullshit” Morgan mumbles “not bullshit” I retaliate rolling my eyes.

“What are you boys whisper fighting about back there? Do I really need to separate you like you’re children?” Y/n says from the passenger seat.

“Sorry mamas” Morgan says with a smirk.

“Good, spencer?” She says turning around to look at me my face flushes “s-sorry ma’am” I mutter.

“Good boy, now no more bickering” she says, my face is bright red when she winks at me. I’m ashamed of the way my pants tighten at her comment even though it was a joke, I wanna be her good boy…

“Ok guys were here ready to get on the jet?” Hotch says from the drivers seat. Me, Morgan, and y/n climb out of the car and make our way onto the jet. I find a seat near the bathroom and pull my notebook out of my satchel to write her note, I want her to know how I feel about her even if she doesn’t feel the same.

When we get back to Virginia headquarters me and y/n are talking while she waits for her taxi home, I slip the note into her back pocket as she digs in her purse for her phone.

On my way home my heart is racing and I’m sure she will never want to talk to me again let alone feel the same when she reads the note but little did I know…

Y/n pov:

I finally get home as soon as I walk through the door I drop all my things on the floor and toss my keys on the kitchen table. I get to my room and start stripping off my work clothes, I pull a white tank top and some pretty tight sleep shorts out of my dresser and pull the on, something catches my eye as I’m changing and I pull a piece of paper out of the pocket of my work pants.

I opened it as I flop on my stomach onto my bed.

The note reads:

You’re eyes are as blue as the sea if I didn’t have you to pull me out I could stare into them for so long I’d lose all sense of direction.

Your smile could light up a room full of the saddest people in the world.

Your body was blessed by the gods every dip and curve is perfect.

If I look at your freckles for long enough I’m sure I could find Constellations.

I’m so deathly in love you y/n y/l/n.

- yours sincerely spencer Reid.

My eyes practically fall out of my head when i read the name at the bottom. Spencer Reid? My Spencer Reid? Boy genius spencer Reid? Spencer Reid I’ve had a crush on for 2 years spencer Reid?

I’m now pacing around my room it’s raining outside but I open my front door and step outside, it’s summer so the rain is warm. Spencer only lives a block away so I grab my flipflops and close my apartment door and run to his apartment.

My tank top is glued to my chest my hair is sticking to my face there is rain in my eyes but I knock on Spencer’s door and when he opens I’m met with the hottest sight ever, he’s wearing his glasses with no shirt on, his hair is wet, and he’s wearing the Cookie Monster pajama pants I got him for his birthday.

“Y/n?” He says his voice slightly gruff.

“I- damn spencer you look great. Anyway I got your note…” I say breathless.

“Oh uh yea it’s totally ok if you don’t feel the same but I just wanted to put myself out there like you taught me” he says rubbing his neck nervously. I don’t know any other way to show him how I feel so I walk in and pull him down to my height to whisper in his ear “kiss me spencer” I say and he grabs my waist and kisses me like he hasn’t kissed a woman In years.

#sub spencer reid #fluff #spencer reid smut #slow burn #friends to lovers

[valeheartsdior]

CHANGING

Pairing: Mbappé X Reader

Summary: Arguments with Mbappé always ended up in bed. You got tired of girl’s flirting with him, and he not doing anything about it. You decided to play his game. Where anger turns into lust. A night clubbing turns into a fight with Son.

CW: Jealousy, Fights, Smut, Fingering, Fluff, Crying etc

Every time we went out it was the same thing. A snobby girl come up to Kylian and rubs all up on him and he just lets it happen. Kylian claims because he is a famous soccer player he needs to show them attention and not rub them off. I do understand but when girls literally discard me and disrespect me in-front of my face. Touching his arm hugging him sometimes even stealing kisses, it really makes me feel stupid. When girls kiss him he immediately pushes them away he can’t do anything and again i understand to a certain point. There has been this annoying 22 year old stalking him and its gotten out of control. Ky finds it funny, every time we go into a club or anywhere she is standing there all flirty twirling her hair.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” I groaned as I scrolled through my instagram I saw a post where someone leaked where we were going to be tonight.

“Mbappé are you serious right now.”

“Put an end to this right now or I’ll put an end to us.” I sternly said

“I don’t know who leaked it baby” he threw his hands up in defense. Kylian walked up to me tapping my ass so I could calm down.

“Don’t worry I blocked out anyone who isn’t in the list from coming in.” He smirked

Kylian kissed me and made his way out. It was about 7 in the afternoon I decided to get ready for the night. I went for something flirt and more out of my comfort zone, I wore a short red silky dress with my MACH black bow heels. I felt like such a princess, my makeup was simple some eyeliner, blush, light foundation, and my red lipstick. My black hair was in long blowout curls. The dress I choose to wore was dangerously short, if I bend down my undies would show but who said I was wearing any tonight?

“Change.” Kylian said I walked out of the room heading towards him.

“No. Let’s go now.” I pouted at him hanging from his neck. He smacked my ass as he groped it with the other. I was pretty dramatic and earlier I was mad that someone leaked our location but I am curious to see who will all be there now. If that stalker was there I was definitely going to get my revenge for Kylian let it go this far. Two can play this game.

“You are so stubborn Y/N.”

“I want to rip this little short dress off of you, you don’t want to walk tomorrow right? Should we just cancel this night and make love?” He whispered in my ear while he was kissing my neck.

“S-s-stop” I melted. He always had a way to get to me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.

I was pretty excited to see the boys. We always go out and have fun together they are always taking care of me. It’s like I have my own security by me at all times. Neymar, Richarlison, Hakimi, Sonny were all in the corner when we got there. Kylian interlocked hands with me as we made our way through the very very crowded dance floor. Music was pounding, people doing lines, girls on top of their partners. I loved being a party person it never bothered me dancing with my friends on the dance floor getting all sweaty. We hugged our friend’s and said our hello’s. Kylian of course pulled me and aggressively kissed me as he gripped my ass. “Be a good girl tonight Y/N.” He warned me biting my lip.

I smirked and grabbed Son’s hand. “Let’s go Sonny.”

“You and I are going to have some fun tonight.” I looked back at Ky who was sipping on a drink staring at me.

“Y/N do you really want to piss him off tonight.” Son chuckled

“I’m tired Sonny I hate feeling like the second option sometimes. If he doesn’t put an stop to this with all the pain in my heart I will have to end this.” I explained as we made ourselves to the bar.

We had shots after shots with random’s from the bar, dancing to the rhythm of the music. I don’t even remember having a boyfriend of from how much fun i was having. I knew he was having fun as well of keeping an eye on me. He didn’t mind since I was with Son. He trusted his friend’s to take care of me as he did with their girlfriend’s. I pulled Sonny dangerously close to my face.

“Let’s dance on the dance floor in the middle.” I cutely asked

He nodded grinning as he grabbed my hand dragging me on the dance floor pushing everyone out the way. I danced dragging my hands all over my body lifting my silky dress just a little to see my upper thigh. Sonny’s eyes were about to pop off from how crazy I was acting it was almost as if wanted his hands to be the ones doing that. I pulled him closer to me so we could be an inch away from each other. Sonny’s eyes were low, lusted, in awe as he watched me turn my back to him getting lower and lower until the beat rose again. I slowly stood up grabbing onto his neck.

“Common pretty boy you look like you’re about to cry.” I giggled. I pulled him kissing his cheek side eyeing to see Kylian with angry eyes staring at us. He got up coming towards us. I rushed Son and I to the bar to avoid the talk he was about to give me. I loved making him angry I knew if I made him angry he would give me angry sex.

“FUCK.” I gasped looking down at my know wet dress. I was nipping you could see how the silky fabric sticked to my boobs.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” I looked up and saw the stalker of course, of course it was going to be this delusional bitch.

I punched her so hard across the face every one in the bar stopped what they were doing just to look at the commotion. Son pulled me back and stood in front of me as Kylian rushed to the fight as well. She looked up grabbing her cheek laughing at the reaction she got from me. I fought to get past Sonny but no luck he was taller than I was and bigger too. I instead just looked at Kylian with annoyance.

“Fuck you Mbappé.” I walked away going towards the restroom to clean myself up. Tears were threatening to fall but I refused to cry. I locked myself in the bathroom. I had to be alone I had absolutely no garments underneath and last thing I needed was for someone to take advantage of me as well. I pulled off the dress and began drying it with the hand dryer.

“Thank god this psycho poured champagne on me and not acid.” I laughed shaking my head.

“Y/N baby please are you okay?”

“You’re not hurt anywhere are you?” Silence

“Y/N please.” Kylian stood outside the door pounding like crazy for about 20 minutes until I heard muffled voices. I didn’t pay attention instead I slipped my dress back on and texted Son to come get me, making sure that he didn’t know.

10 minutes pass by I hear pounding yet again. I refuse to open the door unless it’s Son.

“Y/N it’s Sonny baby open the door.” He yelled

“Thank god did he follow you? I’m not ready to go home, take me somewhere else please.” I pleaded

Son nodded and grabbed my hand hiding me behind his big manly body. Once we made it outside I saw a 2 cop cars they were talking to the stalked, I smirked making sure she saw me before I followed Sonny. When we made it to his penthouse it was 4 am. I just wanted to sleep and take off this dress, so I asked son for a shirt and of course he wasn’t going to say no.

“Here. You know I don’t like when you and Mbappé fight right? Yes it was wrong for that girl to be there tonight but it was also wrong of you to leave him at the club wondering how you are or who you are with. In his defense he did block out any outsiders that were not on the list. I don’t know how or when she got you know damn well Mba put a stop to this.” Son said while handing me his T-shirt.

“I know Son. Thank you for being here for me, for being such a good friend to Ky. I apologize for any inconvenience caused by me. I will go back to my pent after I clean up you don’t mind do you?” I softly smiled

He shook his head. “ You were definitely not the inconvenience here my love.” He laughed

I took a shower realizing how childish it was from my part leaving him behind. I loved him with all my heart and it aches me to have him worrying. I put on Son’s shirt which of course was like a mini dress. You could see my boobs. I tried covering them with my arms, knowing Ky he would think something happened here tonight.

“Amour come pick me up. I’m with Son.” A sense of relief washed over Kylian as I told him who I was with.

As soon as I opened the door he looked at me up and down making sure I was in one piece. He gave me a weird look as soon as he saw what I was wearing.

“Don’t worry bro I respect her way to much for anything to happen.” Son chimed in as Kylian gave him a smiling nodd.

I grabbed his face with my palms kissing him. “Im sorry.” I cried

“I was just headed at the moment, I’m sorry.” Tears falling from my face.

He kissed me back rubbing my arms as he closed the door behind us. He took off his jacket putting it over me as he swooped me up bridal style all the way towards the car.

Kylian put his hand on my thigh rubbing it up and down. He missed my skin, my lips, my touch. He rose his hand a little higher until he was at my core. I moaned at his touch, he played with my clit making me shiver.

“Spread your legs Y/N.” I moaned at his command

I did as I was told he pumped three fingers inside me going faster each time I moaned. I grabbed on to the seatbelt crying Kylian’s name. I was reaching my climax my thighs were trembling.

“Mbappé bebe I’m- I’m close!” I cried.

He took his fingers out licking them.

“Get on top Y/L/N.” He ordered pulling his pants down revealing his throbbing dick.

I quickly took off Sonny’s shirt and threw it to the back as I jumped on Kylian’s side rubbing my clit against his member.

“Fuck. You don’t think I saw how you weren’t wearing anything underneath that pretty little dress Y/N?” He pulled my hair to look at him

‘You don’t think I saw how much you wanted Son to bend you over and fuck you, you little whore?”

He bite my bottom lip wanting entrance to my mouth. I moaned nodding, I did want that. I wanted Kylian to bend me over in front of everyone and slap my ass for being a bad girl.

“Bad girl.” He slapped my ass over and over until he slammed his big throbbing dick inside me. I froze. I threw my head back in pleasure grabbing onto the steering wheel so I could ride him better.

“OH oh god! Mbappé fuck me harder please.” I felt my climax getting near. Kylian sucked onto your boob while he took his hand and found your clit harassing it until you came.

His dick throbbed from the amount of cum you just released. He kept ongoing harder and harder you felt his bulge inside you lower stomach.

“FUCK Y/L/N.” He yelled

“I’m going to make you the mother of my kids.” He came inside me as I was holding onto his neck kissing him leaving love marks.

He put his head on the crook of my neck.

“Je t’aime Y/N. Im so sorry for everything.” Latching onto my lips one last time.

A/N : Oh my godddd lol did you guys like it. I really liked writing this. I don’t proof read my writing so I apologize for any misspelling. What other scenarios would you guys like to see? Let me know!

#kylian mbappe #mbappe imagine #soccer imagine #kylian mbappe smut

[mygwenchan]

Just some random Playboyy thoughts after rewatching ep8:

The folder in which Nuth saved Nant's casting and suicide clip was named "Research". Judging by other folders and stuff on his desktop, it's all related to the movie Nuth is planning to film. In the first clip, Nant also recited parts of the script. Maybe both Nant clips are part of the movie? I'd love to get my hands on that script tbh... And also on the diary entry Nuth wrote on the twins bday. I bet there is a lot of useful information to be found!

They said Nant filmed the suicide video in a hotel room, but it's literally the same building in which Soong used to live... I think it's a production error, but it still bothers me a little.

So we were all wondering why the baddy bunch's kitchen looks different right? Well... Since First decided to live with his friends and Teena pretty much moved in with Zouey, meaning First couldn't bunk with his bestie anymore, they needed a new house with more rooms! I think that rooftop party was basically their housewarming party. They simply forgot to mention any of this in the series lol

That dog mask... I think Nuth must've asked Keen to hide it for him. But I also think Nuth himself is hiding it for someone else... It's pretty obvious that Nuth and the doggo guy aren't the same person and I still think our culprit is Prom. Which somewhat leads me to the suspicion that Prom is also our drug provider! Maybe that's his actual job and being the Playboyy manager is just a side gig? Or maybe Prom is dealing drugs behind Jason Lee's back. I mean, Prom already stole a large amount of money from his "daddy" (probably stole it from the club's cash register and the Playboyys). It wouldn't surprise me if he's also stealing drugs or doing other shady business.

If the post credit scene of ep8 isn't just a dream, then Nant is very much dead 😥 Thing is though, if that is happening in present times and not in the past, Nant has died only very recently. His eyes have turned white, but his skin isn't pale and patchy. There are also no signs of insects and other stuff... So unless they got the makeup wrong, Nant hasn't been dead for more than 2 hours. Plus, I didn't see any severe strangulation signs and Nant is wearing only his undies. The clothes he wore in the suicide clip are gone. And well, someone obviously placed him in the middle of the woods. But who? That is the question!

If Nant has indeed died recently, after Nont already came pretty close to finding the dog mask and the doggo guy... someone must've gotten cold feet! I don't think it's anyone from the baddie bunch. Nont had a whole breakdown in front of them and very convincingly told them he'd give up his search for Nant. Which pretty much only leaves Nuth, Phop (yes, also my cutie Phop!) and Prom... I went back to the convo Nuth had with Phop and it does sound kind of open for interpretation:

Nuth: Aren't you mad at me about Nant? Phop: You already told me about it. Why would I be mad?. I just want you to tell me everything. Then I'll be fine."

Now Phop is the very same person who stayed strangely calm while being held at gunpoint. Same when Nuth held a knife against his throat. So either my boy is dense as fuck, or he's got nerves of steel. Add some questionable morals and a pinch of insanity to the mix and you've got the perfect psycho boyfriend who'd be more than willing to commit crimes with you! On the other hand there is Prom, who tried to find out where Nont is planning to search for Nant, but instead was told that Nont would search for the doggo guy and not his twin brother. Now if Prom is Mr doggo, he might want to get rid of all the evidence... Might as well discard of the boring twin while he's at it, since he's got a new one now?

#playboyy #playboyy the series #playboyy ep8 #gwen's watchlist

[hachi-dog]

Not All Who Wander Are Lost

NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST: Dingo was born as a stray pup in South Mumbai. They say it’s a dog’s life. But Dingo was destined for something extraordinary, something special and recognition of being a house pet. That’s where life took him to the tender lap of a girl called Genevieve Dubash, an ardent animal lover who volunteers on a number of causes related to stray animals. Dingo was picked up from the roads and soon he started living a life king-sized in the Dubash family. He is quite a charmer in his own ways and no wonder why Genevieve fell for this little chap. Dingo’s owner considers him as the world’s friendliest dog whose innocent demeanor could even melt the heart of a devil. Unlike other dogs, he doesn’t bark at strangers but greets them by wagging his tail and face expressing all signs of submission. He is not just a popular dog in his colony, but also an icon among milkmen, delivery boys, and uniformed men. Seeing his gestures often people who never admired dogs turned back and felt, “That fella is mighty cute.”

On the fateful Saturday of 18th August 2012, he went missing since 0600 a.m. in the morning. Genevieve and her brigade of animal lovers searched every possible corner, visited local police, dog wards, sterilization centres and other sources, but Dingo was nowhere to be found. He was wearing a blue coloured collar when he went missing from his colony. Residents who are madly affectionate towards Dingo feel some troublemaker must have purposely dumped him in some isolated region. It’s more than a month and there is no news or any tip about his whereabouts.

Genevieve is certainly heartbroken but there is a strong side of her which is instigating not to give up on Dingo until he returns back or is miraculously found by a noble Samaritan. It’s faith. It’s the bonding. It’s the UNCONDITIONAL LOVE they share amongst each other. We heard the saying, “Faith can even move mountains” and when it’s coupled with unconditional love the task gets much simpler. We know the loss of a beloved pet is enormous and when you are not sure whether your pet is alive or dead, it’s like dying a new death every single day. This may be just another story of a missing dog, but behind the tale, there is a girl of strong character who doesn’t want to give up. Let’s join together in her pursuit, let’s become her belief system and let’s collectively pray together for Dingo to return back as early as possible. Saluting her undying spirit we at Animals – Facts and Anecdotes appeal to every single fan to recite a simple prayer for our Dingo. Since our group also boasts the presence of Recce masters, energy healers and people from similar fortes, we request you to send your positive energies to Dingo and channel a path for his comeback.

Read the full story here.

#dog #puppies #dogs #pets #love #short story #original story #love story #dog story

[percontaion-points]

Packless chapters 9 & 10

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Chapter 9

“You know how that first blood claw came into being, dud? Because an alpha female gave up everything to her mate. Every inch of her power. She reduced herself to little more than an omega, all to help her mate, and to save her pack.”

I would complain about how weirdly sexist this is, but like… This story started off with a room full of females being forced onto their knees by males. So I don’t know what I’m expecting at this point. 

When I felt dozens of strange eyes settle on my boobs, I waded into the pool. I wasn’t going bare-assed for any of these bastards. 

“All off, dud,” one of Pearl’s friends called. “We don’t want your ugly undies floating around in our sacred pool.”

I’m pretty sure that forcing people to strip down is some form of sexual assault. 

But again, these people are forbidding her to be able to eat, and said “eating is a privilege”. So I don’t know why I expected for them to not be committing actions of sexual violence against others. 

“Like I said. No chance, but you earned an E for Entertainment.”

Chapter 9 summary: In the cave, Pearl shows Vail the cave drawings. They’re supposed to show the history of their species, but I’m honestly unimpressed with the entire thing. And her stupid story. Mainly, I’m hoping that this stupid book will get to the point… along with Pearl’s bullying. 

Eventually, she takes Vail to a waterfall. Everybody is stripping naked, and going under the falls, where the water forces them to shift. Pearl forces Vail to strip naked and to go under the falls, but to nobody’s surprise, nothing happens. 

What’s worse is that when Vail comes out, somebody’s stolen her shoes. So not only will she be forced to shlep back to the school (which was an hour by bus), but she’s going to have to do it barefoot. 

Chapter 10

But the next time I’d seen her, I’d been shaking myself dry and trying to avoid hitting the little omega who clutched my clothes with my swinging dick. 

[Image description: An image of actress Emma Stone. She is a white 20-something actress with dark red hair. She is wearing a yellow shirt, red lipstick, and red earrings. She has a look of disgust on her face. It is captioned with “I had to read this and so do you.” End description.]

“Miss Vail, since you failed to shift today, you unfortunately can’t ride on the school vehicles.” She checked a notebook in her hand, which had about a dozen names written on it. “You’re not the only one, so just remember to stick with the group. Nadine and Adam are seniors, and have both been through this before. They’ll lead the way.”

Yeah right. Who the hell would willingly go back to that fucking concentration camp? 

“You can’t walk twelve miles barefoot.”

I hope I speak for all of us when I say JFC. 

“Maybe it’ll help me shift. Shock therapy and all that.” She turned and nodded at Mrs. Gladstone. “See you back at school.”

Chapter 10 summary: The only consolation to all of this is that at least Jasper feels bad about forcing all of this onto Vail. He mopes about this for nearly two pages before he asks where she is. Somebody says that he saw Pearl taking her to the human toilets. (Shifters love to shit in the woods. Which is not a mental image I enjoy, thanks.) 

He goes over there, where some freshman is like “they’re hogging up the bathroom!” Jasper hears something that he won’t describe for the reader, and then he rips the door open. 

Inside, he finds Vail with the creepy dude from the first chapter. I forget his name, and Vail won’t tell Jasper, so I’m not sure that it matters. Jasper chases the boy away, and then demands answers from Vail as to why a stranger is in their territory. Vail refuses to answer. 

He then drags her over to the fancy bus that the alphas rode over on, and insists that she’s going to ride home “while sitting on his lap, and whispering in Jasper’s ear all about that boy”. The teacher shows up and insists that since Vail couldn’t transform, she has to walk the 12 miles (about 3 hours, according to google) back home with the other duds. Jasper insists that she’s going to ride with him, but Vail is like “No thanks” and storms off. 

#packless #hunter moon academy #bookblr #readers of tumblr #book review #omegaverse #reverse harem #romance novels #supernatural romance #fantasy novel #werewolves

[beann-e]

haikyu characters reacting to you screaming back at them

sorry , I changed the characters I went with originally for this but , this is to thank everyone for 500 followers !

tsukishima

- he would only scream at you if his comments of telling you to shut up weren’t working

- then he’d just get pissed off because hey ? how else can he tell you to shut up in a nice way except

“ y/n “ you perked up as you looked at the blonde to the left of you on the bench “ look at me “

you smiled softly eyes never meeting his as he stared ahead not turning to look at you “ tsukki how can you tell me to look at you — then you don’t look at me“ your laugh rang out in the gym loud enough for him to hear and for his body to tighten reminding him why he was pissed off right now

His head turning to you smile spread across his face tightly, eyes roaming your face until he spoke voice holding a tone that rivaled the sweet look on his face “ I swear on hinata and the kings freaky quick y/n —if I hear your laugh one more time i’m going to suffocate you and pound you in the head with a volleyball “

your eyes widened as you turned away from the male “ no no no turn back around baby i’m not done yet “

you followed his words hanging on every word as he continued “ you’ve been chewing my ear off all fucking practice and i’m —look it’s pissing me off you talk talk talk and I really doubt “

he shook his head turning away from you “ if you even know what your saying at this point “ he scoffed “ cause I don’t “

The gym went quiet as everyone started to listen to the argument happening next to them him never stopping the vile words that spilled out from his mouth “ I doubt anytime you speak really if your even talking about something important or if you simply just wanna “ he shrugged his shoulders “ talk“

His mouth quirked up in smirk “ honestly would rather hear pipsquek over there talk about the little giant ten times a day than hear you speak at all “

you dropped your eyes to look at the floor him not trying to stop you only thanking god for the peace and quiet head leaning back to look up to the ceiling in thanks

tanakas voice coming out loud as his anger bounced off the wall of the gym “ you have a beautiful s/o like that and you bully them “ he scoffed mumbling under his breath in pure annoyance “ i’ll show you a bully beanstalk “

daichis hand slapped across tanakas chest like a seatbelt “ you do not need to partake in this trust me your not needed “

“ oi tanaka-san i’ve got your back bro “ nishinoyas small body stomped through the gym as he smiled wickedly at tsukishima only to be grabbed and pulled into daichis hold his small body tucked under daichis arm as he flailed around screaming out small profanities

“ there’s no need becau—- “

“ y’know if you want to hear hinata talk about how he was going to reward you tonight because, of your amazing test score then “ you smiled looking forward “ really go ahead —I don’t mind less work for me “

You giggled softly “ honestly , i’d have thought you’d rather receive your surprise from me but, I always knew you had a thing for him since you make fun of him constantly—he’s always on your mind seriously even when we were watching a movie you’ll bring up something stupid he did at practice “ tsukishimas mouth let out short breaths of air trying to find words to stop you

“hinata—I swear he’s got a boy crush on you “ you could feel the male next to you now eyeing you in disgust and holding even more anger than he had earlier

hinatas body rippled as he waved his body around excitedly thinking of your words really just happy to be included “ YOU DO” his face dropping quickly when he started thinking finally registering your words “ tsukki — TSUKII YOUR A GUY YOU HAVE A —“ he coughed regaining himself chest puffed out as he spoke clear with meaning

“well while I do appreciate the admiration i’d like to say — you have a partner and I don’t really feel very comfo— “

“ YOU DUMBASS THEIR JUST JOKING “ kageyamas voice raced through the room as he slapped hinatas head hard enough that sent him straight to the gym floor eyes rolling back in his head tears leaking out slowly

“ you may continue y/n-senpai we—we all give you“ kageyamas eyes twinkled in love before they went cold tsukishimas own eyes rolling with a small scoff “ and shittyshima our attention”

you turned to look at your boyfriend mock confusion on your face “ god tsukki you should have just told me you liked hinata better I would have let you go then “ you shook your head as he scoffed at your next words your face falling to sadness eyes searching his pure disappointment laced throughout your voice

“ and here I thought you were a big boy capable of dating someone older but I guess “ he was starting to get pissed off of course he could handle you how dare you say he couldn’t “ I guess your not capable of it “

“ I am capable “ he said softly turning to you who did exactly what he did moments ago and ignored the heartbroken look held in the eyes that drilled into your side “ i’m fully capable of listening to you y/n I swear “

you smirked never meeting his gaze “ y’know what here let’s do this “ your smile went wide as you zipped up your jacket and turned while reaching into your backpack

“ what��what are you doing “ his voice was low watching your hands gracefully open the bag and pull out a piece of strawberry cake “ wait— you—you got that for me because of my—”

“ no” you laughed “ no— of course I didn’t get this for you what would make you think of that tsukishima “

his heart dropping “ tsukishima—wha—y/n wheres tsu—“

“I got this for my boyfriend who loves to hear me talk and knows how to say things nicely “

“ but—-but that’s me so you did—you got it for me ?“

you laughed “ no this “ you pointed to the cake “ this is what that person deserved—that nice guy— but this“ your hand moved to open the container as you threw it in his face smooshing his head into it and pulling your hand back as he moved to scoop the icing from his eyes

“ this is for assholes “ you giggled “ like yourself“ you closed the container and moved your hands to set it next to him taking your finger and dipping it into the icing that covered his nose to lick it off your finger as you kissed the now ‘un-iced’ part of his nose

Head moving to whisper in his ear “ you pull some shit like that again and i’m leaving your ass you dont talk to me like that — i’m not yams do you understand me “

“ yes “ his answer was short and low but you knew he understood you as he moved to take his glasses off watching through blurry eyes as you left the gym

Daichi dropping a wide eyed nishinoya to the ground and letting go of his grip on a mouth foaming tanaka “ the reason I said you guys didn’t need to help is because — I trust that y/n knows how to handle a situation like that on their own “ he laughed “ how else would they be dating our wonderfully polite first year if they couldn’t take him “

Your head popped back in the gym as you winked over at the boy knowing he couldn’t see it. Body stopping in a halt while cleaning his glasses you were right he couldn’t see you but he could feel you were there —he could feel something evil lurking changing the air in the once breathable room silently cursing himself out in his head for talking to you the way he did earlier “ oh yeah and guys “

everyone turned to you as he muttered out a low fuck “ tsukishima — your star shit talker yeah—he wears dino undies “ you smiled brightly “ with matching socks “

You turned to hinata already knowing what he was going to ask when you left “no you can’t —he and yams already have matching pairs “ you turned to yams his face red and slowly moving away from everyone else in embarrassment “ sorry babes’—one goes down you all go down together “

the door slamming echoed throughout the gym as everyone went quiet kageyamas voice the first to come out as he tried to stifle his laughs, Coach ukai laughing softly before catching himself and screaming at tsukishima to clean himself and his bench up, the team turning away as nishinoya and tanaka defeated the rest of the boys ego in comments asking how many pairs he had while hinata asked if he ever wanted to match he and yams could go shopping for the taller male.

Yamaguchi to the boys rescue as he watched him clean off his glasses and throw them back on. Tsukishimas hand only reaching out to his side with a low sigh to eat the remaining bit of cake youd just smashed in his face “ god — so perfect “

Suna

-he would get so upset if you keep annoying him about trying. it goes with or for anything

-you would be telling him could he at least put a bit more effort into the relationship and he’d spazz

-or even you telling him the reason you had to drag him out tonight was because, there was no food at home and he would get mad assuming you just wanted to take him from the comfort of his own home

The quiet was loud and spoke for itself as you and the male before you sat across from each other in the restaurants booth. The air swirling in and out of your ear as you waited for him to say something.

Your eyebrows furrowed before you opened your mouth to speak “ bab- “

“ I didn’t want to come out tonight “

your face fell as you waited for him to continue speaking only for him to go deadly silent, uninterested gaze stuck on yours, his body relaxed and leaned down into the booth head thrown back to show off his half lidded eyes. His legs outstretched under the table god he looked so lazy.

Your mind raced thinking how was it even possible to look lazy In public

Your mouth tucked into itself before you let it go a small sigh leaving it “ suna there was no foo— “

“ I wanted to eat at home “ even though he looked relaxed you could tell his voice was tense.

You could feel your body losing itself at his behavior he was such a child when he didn’t get what he wanted and when he was forced outside. Throwing tantrums and whining any time you brung him shopping or stayed out too long and he would start to miss his houses comfort

Your weight getting pulled into the ground to a pit of anxiety. you just wanted to disappear you knew he was leading you down the trail of his attitude.

One more time that’s all it would take one more question , statement, anything spoken and he would snap.

It wasn’t often that it happened but when it did it wasn’t pretty

you heard the scoff that left his mouth as his eyes widened a bit before going back to their half lidded state causing you to shift in your chair uncomfortably

“ so you figured it out — “ he laughed softly “ so now instead of speaking your mind like usual your gonna try to stop the argument before it starts “

he smiled “ neat game “

His arms came down on the table in a huff his face showing a small smirk before it dropped “ gotcha baby —i’ll play —look who’s coming over here “

“ HI, what can I get you guys today “ the lady smiled at you as you dropped your head shaking it carefully already knowing what was going to take place

“ would you two like to start off wit-“

“ how about we start with nothin—“

“ suna “ your voice was warning

“ what “ you heard the challenge laced in his own as he spoke again“ is there something you wanted to do ? or maybe had your mind set on doing ? somewhat like myself ? “

“ maybe — maybe I should come back “ the woman moved to leave your boyfriend voice deep “ don’t move “

you snapped your face to look at him warning him to stop he was enjoying this he knew you couldn’t touch him or even come close. You wouldn’t dare not in public.

“ y’know what I do want to order “ he smirked turning to face the lady who was a bit taken back at the male her body heating up when she saw his smile you knew she had a crush

“ I just wanted to know “ here it comes “ what do you like ? is there anything you recommend “

he laughed moving to lean back against the seat “ on the menu that is— I mean I don’t think your eatable—or at least while working you aren’t so , i’ll suffice for right now “

you scoffed he’s always so cheesy “ well I uh “

“ please leave “ your voice was small “ just go please“

“ I am sorry “ she shook her head noticing your eyes holding a bit of annoyance before running off to a new table

“ who the hell gave you permission to take my fun from me”

“ suna your doing all of this because you didn’t want to leave the house “ you deadpanned “ seriously babe? “

“ don’t limit my problems like that “ he whispered looking around “ your making me look stupid “

“ because it is “

“ no it’s not “ he got louder “ the fuck if it is — your always dragging me somewhere that I don’t want to go I was fine on the couch we had food at home what more did we need ? we didn’t have to come out tonight y/n you just wanted to be extra and fancy“ his voice was raised higher than you’d ever heard it making you remember you two weren’t in the confinement of your own house

“ you just want to annoy the shit out of me yet again like you don’t do that enough. Everyday it’s constant nagging ‘ suna you’ve been in the house for 2 days , suna you never go out unless it’s volley , suna , suna , suna—god you never seem to shut the fuck up unless i’m throwing money at you like a stripper “

you laughter to yourself quietly before he huffed “ we had food at home “

your eyes darted out as you looked around you peoples bodies turning to stare at your table a bit shaken by the males screams “ look at you — wont even admit it — you just like putting on this fake face acting like staying at home is so bad “

he moved to grab his phone harshly off the table scooting out the booth “ fuck this — brought me out the house to eat this crap when I could’ve made a sandwich unnecessary money — unnecessary trip “

his body froze a shudder moving over his body as his gaze went soft at the ground. Legs jumpy but unmoving as his mind raced eyes peering down at the grip you held on his wrist

“ sit the fuck “ your eyes crisp and sharp on his own “ down“ him not even waiting for you to finish before he slid back into the booth body going slack to show the others watching the drama unfold that he didn’t care that his s/o just ripped his image to shreds with three words

“ why are you doing all this huh ? “

his voice was steady “ because I wanted to eat—eat at home I said this “ he shook his head trying to laugh away the obviously tense air that was roaming throughout the restaurant due to your cold demeanor

“ tell me suna “ his name sounded foreign on your tounge when you spit it back out at him mocking the way he said it earlier “ what were you going to eat “

“ a— a sandwich “

“ baby—with what bread ? “

his mind stalled before the gears started again except steering him backwards to think back to earlier “ I—I didn’t see any bre— no “ he spoke softly trying not to show you his obvious mistake

“ aw what was that baby speak up we can’t hear you“ you directed his gaze to everyone around as he shifted to sit up so he didn’t look like he was getting his ass handed to him like a 7 year old

“ I said um — there was “ he shook his head wanting to deny that you were right so badly “ fuck there was no bread”

“ ok and what happens to your so called planned dinner if there’s no bread “

he coughed “ no sandwich y/n “

“ awww no sandwich? “ the fake sadness on your face evident as you mocked him

“ fuck you y/n “

“ not tonight “ his body sinking when he saw the ghosts of smiles on the people’s faces that were listening in on you two

his head dropping to whisper “ I — I wasn’t even gonna try tonight maybe— maybe tomorrow so jokes on you “

you shook your head calling the waitress over as she stumbled a bit scared of your table and the negative energies it held “ ye— “

“ get me my check “

“ you — you only bought water “

you smirked thought about teasing your boyfriend yet again “ no I bought a sandwich remember “

“ wh— “

“ but no really jokes aside —can you actually bring me a “ your mouth moved fast as you asked for your favorite food and for it to be brought out and packaged in a to go box the shared table quiet between you two him never looking up until the waitress came back about 10 minutes later

Her hands stuffed full with 2 boxes and a small one containing the dessert you ordered “ thank you “ you smiled widely

Legs moving to stand as suna followed deciding to make yet again another sly comment“ so you did all this just to buy us dinner to go? real fucking classy y/—“

“ who said us ? “ you let out a small laugh as you took a glance at his face your eyebrows furrowing before they relaxed

“ suna this is for me “

“ wh—“

“ your right we are going home “

“ home but ? we— I didn’t get anything to eat “

you laughed walking off opening the door to the restaurant watching as he stayed still his body never moving from the booth you two sat at moments ago “ baby there’s nothing at home remember “

“ oh but I thought there was “ you smiled softly before your face came up in mock confusion “ your sandwich no ? “

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[verus-veritas]

Legacy

Revenge, Technology, Mind Transference, with a dash of unrequited love. What’s not to love? /Verus

"Dude! P-please! I'm sorry! Whatever you think I've done, it must all be a mistake!" Andew yelled, thrashing against his confinements and eyeing the only point of exit in the room. His firm muscles were wet and taut against his clothes, and his handsome face flush red with terror and worry.

"Are you really sorry though? It didn't seem like it from the way you acted during Gavin's funeral. The sneers and laughter you made as his parents said their final words to him..." I said, hiding in the shadows. Only my feet and the contours of my body was visible for him to see.

"N-no offense. I just found it funny when the parents said they wish he'd atleast gotten a girlfriend before he passed away-" The same devious sneer returned on his perfectly handsome face, as he most likely remembered the scene in his head.

"Of course you found it funny. Because you knew he was completely gay. Gay, and had a massive crush on you for ages. He literally worshipped the ground you walked on, and spent most of his waking hours wishing he could be with you." I explained, slowly walking around him as I pulled out a flimsy latex cap with electronical nodes attached to it.

"And I let him. I did no wrong." Andrew talked back. His eyes following my figure until I stood directly behind him.

"No! You lead him on, made him believe you were actually interested in him. And then you destroyed him. You are the reason he ran out of the house crying, and you are the reason he didn't see the truck speeding towards him!" My voice was shaking as I quickly slapped the cap onto his head, accidentally pulling out a few strands of his hair.

"Ouuch! Get this thing off me!" He shook his head and began thrashing about again.

"You know. He really loved you... He said he was going to make you the happiest man on earth. Showering you with gifts and undying love, and be by your side forever and ever. That's why he trusted you so wholeheartedly and let you do whatever you wanted."

"Naive..." He quietly muttered under his breath.

"He was even fine with you staring and drooling over other girls. As long as he could stay by your side."

"What a fag..." I could hear him gritting his teeth.

"But that evening when you invited him over, only to have him find you in the bedroom hooking up with a random girl... that completely ruined him. You shattered his dream, his self-confidence, and his sensitive soul! He didn't know what to do and where to go, which is why he ran straight out into the traffic..." My voice was uncontrollably going up and down now, as I was unable to hide my emotions.

"Dude only had himself to blame. He should've known I only had him around for the free stuff he bought for me." Andrew snickered, as he looked down at the expensive shorts Gavin had bought for him a few weeks prior.

"How dare you!" I tried to punch his shoulder, but knew I was too weak to do any real damage against his hard muscles.

"Y'know... it almost sounds like you had feelings for him- Wait a minute! You're that pastry white kid that always walked around with him aren't you?! Hah! 'Ghost boy' we called you!" The tone in his voice shifted - with more confidence and arrogance. Back to the way he normally talked - a manipulative bastard at heart. "I see. So you best friend Gavin never had feelings for you, and now that he's gone you blame yourself for not having stopped him."

"......" I clenched my hands till my knuckles turned white.

"Hah! Maybe you really were a horrible friend. Have you thought about that you might be the reason he's dead?" He laughed, obviously enjoying the way he was toying with my feelings.

"...you have no idea..." I mumbled, as tears began to flow down my cheeks.

"Maybe you should be the one sitting in this chair - tied up and wearing this stupid cap on your head. Hehe."

I took a deep breath and calmed myself, before walking around him once again and turning so he could see me. See the real me... one last time. "I will. Soon."

"W-what do you mean with that? And why are you also wearing that ridiculous cap?" He asked. His tone in voice once again becoming panicked and anxious.

"You see. The reason why I'm so pale is because I spend so much time at home playing with my inventions and devices. Coding is one of my favorite things to do. And for the last few months I've relentlessly been working on creating this device we're both wearing right now. It was originally only meant to be used on you, recoding the patterns in your brain into loving Gavin as much as he loved you. While also erasing all of your bad traits and turning you into his ideal boyfriend... but there's no reason for that anymore, is there? So, I upgraded it into 2.0, which can now be used with two people."

"P-pff... yeah right... and what does this new version do then?"

"It can transfer the consciousness between two human brains. Even recoding the brain into believing the new consciousness have always been in control of its own body. All the memories, habits, and even muscle memory will be easily accessible to the new permanent owner." I explained, as I began fiddling with a machine by our side. The nodes on our caps lit up.

"Permanent?! Wait a minute. Let's say all of this freaky sci-fi stuff is actually real, what's going to happen to my consciousness?" Andrew asked, as he began to get more anxious by the beeping sound of the nodes on his head.

"All gone. Overwritten by mine. Erased out of existence with no way of restoring it." I answered nonchalantly. Flicking the last switched around, the device was now ready to be activated.

"What the fuck! Then you're basically killing me?! Get me out of here, you sick freak!" He began violently thrashing against the back of the chair, and flung his head around to get the latex cap off... but to no avail.

"Am I really though? Your memories, your body, and your relationships will all still be here, under my complete control. I'm just... discarding a small part of you that's no longer necessary."

"No...no... Help! HELP! SOMEONE!! THIS CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER IS GOING TO KILL ME!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, but the soundproofed walls would do him no good.

I flicked the final switch and walked over to him as the machine began buzzing. Standing in front of him, I suddenly sat down on his lap and grabbed hold of his face. I stared into his fearful yet piercing blue eyes and slid my hands across the cheeks and contours of his face.

"This beautiful face of yours that Gavin loved, I promise I'll take good care of it and cherish it until the day I die. It's the least I can do to honor my friend Gavin." I leaned forward and gently laid a kiss on his sweaty forehead, while holding him in place as he screamed for all he was worth.

"No! Noo! NOoO-Uoogguuughhhh" His scream turned into a gurgle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. At the same time, my eyes went white and hazy as my pastry body slumped over and fell on the cement floor. Most likely cracked open its head or something from the sound of it.

"NgOOuoouughhgguuuhh!!!" Andrew's head flung back and forth as if to fight whatever was invading his head, but it barely took a minute before the thrashing suddenly stopped and his head slumped down.

His eyes were closed, his face flushed red from exertion, and the sweat and drool pooled down onto his expensive shorts. A further five minutes of stillness and blinking nodes passed before any activity was seen.

---

*Gasp*

I awoke to the cap on my head giving me a quick electric shock. In front of me laid my old withered body, lifeless and without a doubt stone dead. My throat felt dry and tired, and the ties on my arms hurt like hell. In fact, everything felt, looked, and smelt different. The smell oozing from my sweaty clothes that once smelt great now stunk in my nose. I could recall from Andrew's memories that he showered atleast twice a day. I showered atleast twice a day.

After some fiddling with the special knots in my back, I easily slipped the rope off. Massaging the sore parts on my wrist, I soon relished in how big and strong my new hands looked now. Hands who should've been holding Gavin's...

I explored further up till I reached my new bulging biceps. Squeezing them I felt how firm and taut they were. I never in a million years would have managed to get myself this big, but here I was, standing in the body of a perfect specimen. The body of the man who my friend loved, but who didn't truly love him back. If only I could've done this before Gavin died... Would he have loved me instead, or would he have hated me for what I had done? Well, atleast he would've been alive.

My focus went to my Andrew face, as I caressed the blemish-free skin and the small stubble forming on it. The face of the man I had hated for a while, the face of the man whose identity I would have to take over, and the face I would see in the mirror for as long as I breathed. It was one of the most handsome faces I've ever laid my eyes on no doubt, so I'm perfectly fine with that decision.

My hands continued to explore what was now mine; running fingers through my lush but wet hair, following the outline of my cobblestone abs, and shaking my strong and muscular legs awake from sitting too long.

Not long after I finally slipped the drool and sweat-soaked shorts off myself and watched as the tool between my legs arose to its new owner. It might not have been as long as my former one, but the very girth of it made up for it. As I enveloped it between my palms, I realized that no one had ever been as intimate with Andrew's tool as I was now, and no one would ever be. Not even Gavin would if he was somehow resurrected. Only I, Andrew would ever know how this throbbing member would feel in my own hands, the endorphins and pleasure its touch would send throughout my amazing body, and the ultimate earth-shattering orgasms I would experience as I edge myself to climax every day from now on.

The very thought of it immediately brought me to the brink of orgasm, so I quickly spread my legs apart and thrust the member fully through my grasp. It was all that was needed as I suddenly began shaking with pleasure and exploded shot after shot of Andrew seed all over the floor, myself and my former lifeless body."Ugh! Uuuugh! UUUuOOGggHH!!"

“.... Holy shit.....” I moaned, slightly shocked by the unfamiliarity of the new voice coming from my throat.

Reeling from my first ever orgasm in my new body and life, I sat back down on the chair and took a breather. I was sweaty, my crotch sticky, and my armpits stunk. Yet, I know I still looked glorious. How couldn't I? After all, I am Andrew. The man who Gavin loved, and who loved him back just as much, if not even more...

I will dedicate this new life of mine to worship and care for this body just as much as Gavin would have. His legacy, Andrew's body and life, and my consciousness have finally become one... and I promise I will carry them with pride and confidence to the grave... even if it is the only thing I will accomplish in this short insignificant life of mine.

#possession #revenge #selflove #love #dark #permanent #identity theft #mine

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 320: Deku vs. Class 1-A

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Kacchan was all “fuck Deku and fuck his stupid goodbye letters, I need to speak to somebody in charge.” Endeavor was all “hello, I am Somebody In Charge.” Kacchan was all “listen up asshole, you need to let us go out and collect our wayward nerd because you stupidly left him alone with All Might and that’s a fast track to disaster right there.” Endeavor was all, “[self-incriminating silence].” Rat Principal was all, “okay sure, have fun kids.” Back in the present, class 1-A was all “hi Deku” and Deku was all “I’M FINE!!!!!” and Kacchan was all “THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT YOU’D SAY YOU DUMB FUCKING NERD” and so the kids all got ready to fight, because OF COURSE they’re gonna fight. Sorry guys, but yeah it’s happening.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan is all “what’s up Deku you look like a possessed Rorschach test, so anyway how are the new quirks coming along.” Deku is all “they’re coming along like THIS” and uses Smokescreen to try and get away. Kacchan is all “PHASE ONE COMMENCE”, and Kouda, Sero, Jirou, and Ojiro leap into the fray to shower Deku with heaps of love and violence, because this is a shounen manga and kicking someone’s ass while simultaneously proclaiming your undying admiration for them is just how it’s done in these parts. The KoudaSeroOJirou squad then passes the baton to Satou, Momo, Tokoyami, Kaminari, and Shouji, who are all “fuck this mask” and do a bunch of stuff to tear Deku’s mask off because they’re the real heroes. Shouto is all “LOOK AT THE LITTLE CRYBABY, THAT’S RIGHT, GO AHEAD AND FUCKING CRY and by the way let us share your burden please,” and once again I swear this is all very deeply moving and touching within the actual context. The chapter ends with Tsuyu being all “look at me. I’m the cliffhanger now,” and damn.

lol what

I don’t think anyone was expecting that. I mean, not that I’ve got anything against Tsuyu or anything. anyways it’s a very nice cover and I love the colors and I hope this means Tsuyu’s gonna do something badass

also, “Deku vs Class A” -- pretty much the expected title, but it’s still got me hyped nonetheless fuck yeah let’s go

IIDA ANGST

Iida Tenya really said “fuck the uniform code, we’re leaving the helmet at home today.” sorry kids, prim and proper C-3PO Comic Relief Iida has left the building. can I interest you in some Serious Iida

meanwhile Kacchan is all “sup Deku, I heard you got a few more quirks, and might I just add that you look like the Snyder Cut of Detective Pikachu”

“you look like a tarred and feathered squid” okay easy there Kacchan. I mean it’s all true of course, but still

“thank you all for coming” OH EXCUSE ME SON, WERE YOU PLANNING ON GOING SOMEWHERE. LET’S JUST SEE HOW THAT PLAYS OUT

yep and there’s Smokescreen, right on cue

okay Horikoshi, I leave it in your hands. hopefully you can come up with some more interesting combos than my dumbass predictions lol

LOL THIS ISN’T A COMBO AT ALL

“explosions solve everything” -- Horikoshi Kouhei, 2021. something something shockwave, something something handwave ta-da no more smoke. lol okay then

oh, ouch

he would know, wouldn’t he. nice application of one of your many hard-earned life lessons, Kacchan

by the way you guys, just as an experiment, I’m going to try to anticipate some of the discourse this week in the hopes of preemptively addressing it and thus saving myself some time later on lol. so here’s our first test run!

ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “oh my god what a fucking hypocrite can you believe this fucking guy”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: it’s precisely because Kacchan has been in this exact situation himself that he’s able to recognize his past self in Deku now and call him out on it. just because it took him sixteen years to get it through his head that he can’t accomplish every single thing completely by himself doesn’t mean Deku has to go down that same path. so yeah, maybe it is a bit hypocritical, but if you insist that the only people qualified to call out stupid shit are people who have never done a single stupid thing in their own lives, then what you’re basically saying is that absolutely no one on earth is qualified lol. so yeah, I’d have to disagree

and one last unrelated note, I’m willing to bet the whole “you didn’t even say a word before you ran off” thing is possibly the first thing Kacchan’s said in this whole encounter that actually does stem from genuine hurt rather than his tough-love-harsh-truths strategy. I’M TAKING NOTES HERE HORIKOSHI. at this rate it’ll take twice as many chapters as DvK2 for them to hash out all the stuff between them, geez

anyway so I gotta say, so far Deku vs. Class A is looking an awful lot like a DvK3 wearing a hat, trenchcoat, and sunglasses lol

OH SHIT I TAKE IT BACK??

FUCK YEAH, YOU GO KOUDA. and I guess he ditched his mask as well! excellent

so far the strategy here seems to be “Kacchan says all the mean tough love shit while the rest of 1-A balances it out with warmth and kindness”, which actually works pretty well imo. Deku is one of those people that doesn’t usually need a Kacchan Translator anyway, but just in case, this is very efficient

mm but of course Deku is slingshotting himself away with Blackwhip. all right then, who’s up next!

FUCK YEAH

okay but seriously you guys, what is going on with Sero’s face in these last couple of chapters though, it’s really starting to unnerve me. is he trying to emulate Kacchan’s whole asymmetrical facial expressions thing?

in fact let me just quickly hit pause here because,

ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “SERO IS TOGA??!”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: no

oh snap looks like Jirou’s getting in on the action too!

poor Jirou probably spent days racking her brain trying to think of something she could bond with Deku over. is Horikoshi doing these in reverse order of the kids who have had the most interaction with him? that would explain why poor Kouda didn’t get a flashback lol

omg. well that answers that

so by my count, Satou and Hagakure are the only ones remaining in this first tier of kids who Still Appreciate Midoriya even though they’ve barely ever spoken two words to him in their lives lol. so they’ll probably be next, and then we’ll get to the next tier of kids who are pretty good friends with him but not quite besties. and then we’ll move on to the IidaRokiRaka trio, and then lastly, to the boy who is in a tier all his own

BUT FIRST, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR

and by “sponsor” I mean the Dekuangst. just in case that wasn’t clear. indeed, many thanks to the Dekuangst for making this all possible

(ETA: okay so this whole “take me away” line seemed pretty weird to me, and sure enough it’s yet another one of those cases where only the verb is specified, and the object is left to the reader’s interpretation. so even though the translation says “take me away”, I’m pretty sure that what Deku’s actually saying is “take you away” -- as in, his loved ones will be taken away by AFO.

and that is literally the way he phrases it, though -- the verb used is “奪う” (ubau), meaning “to snatch away; to dispossess; to steal.” which, god, that hurts my whole goddamn heart though, because for him to say it like that?? not “AFO will kill you”, but “AFO will take you away from me.” he can’t have nice things anymore because of AFO. he can’t be around the people he loves because AFO will hurt them. he can’t have happiness because AFO will take it away from him. anyway so where the fuck is AFO right now, motherfucker I just want to talk.)

by the way can Ojiro just extend his tail to whatever fucking length he wants or what because it’s like twelve feet long in this panel lol

WOOO FUCK YEAH TOKOYAMI

YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!! BUT WHERE’S YOUR FLASHBACK? YOU’VE HAD A BUNCH OF INTERACTIONS WITH HIM, THAT’S NOT FAIR

okay so now Satou’s stepping in which is back to my anticipated order, so maybe Toko will finish his little moment afterward

dskfjfkk

“REMEMBER THAT TIME DEKU BORROWED SATOU’S FOOD COLORING” Horikoshi says, sweating. “AND REMEMBER THAT TIME HE, UM, SMILED IN HAGAKURE’S GENERAL DIRECTION”

actually I am curious about what Hagakure’s part will be because, you know, the whole traitor thing lol

(ETA: funny how we just skipped right over it huh. can we get a traitor reveal countdown started here? definitely getting close to that time.)

whoa lol wtf

MOMO??? THIS HAS MOMO WRITTEN ALL OVER IT DAMMIT

-- SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK

“SORRY MIDORIYA-SAN, I LEFT MY FUCKING CHILL AT HOME IN THE LOCKER NEXT TO IIDA’S HELMET” holy shit lmao

and here I thought she’d get a flashback to her time on the Baku Rescue Squad or something. but nope, no flashbacks from Momo, only terrifying sci-fi torture devices

poor Dark Shadow is such a trooper omg

“why am I the only one who has to make prolonged contact with his smelly disgusting self” taking one for the team there DS

FUCK YEAH KAMINARI NO JUTSU

THE PRICKLY BASTARD WHISPERER STRIKES AGAIN!! don’t suppose you brought any clean clothes you could sneakily force him into huh Kami

okay here we go, so now Shouji and Tokoyami are joining forces

um excuse me this is fucking awesome

wonder how he’ll break free? don’t think he’ll reveal Fa Jin until the end of the chapter, so maybe Air Force or something? idk

TOKO GETS AN EXTENDED MOMENT BECAUSE HE IS A TIER TWO PATREON REWARD LEVEL FRIEND YAY

WHY IS MOMO MAKING THIS FACE LOL YOUR THING WAS WAY WORSE

and Shouji just casually hitting him with what is easily the best comment from anyone yet. too bad Deku’s just gonna ignore it. you deserve better Shouji

KAMINARI OMFG

it only just occurred to me that Kami is currently trapped inside Dark Shadow right along with him lmao omg. realest one in the entirety of BnHA, right here. we will never forget your sacrifice

aaaaaaand Deku’s yeeting himself

do you really hate the thought of taking a bath that much my dude

oh shit the mask!!

-- oh shit the feels

o(TヘTo)

fuck. and I mean, we knew he was crying, that was a done deal. but still, to see him in this much pain is just...

and the acknowledgement that he knows they’re worried about him, but that it doesn’t change his mind one bit. this, right here, is why they have to be a bit harsh with him, you guys. because they’re up against the full, unbridled stubbornness of Midoriya fucking Izuku, and if they don’t match that stubbornness with an equal stubbornness of their own, they basically don’t stand a chance

(ETA: quick note that there is apparently another mistranslation here -- rather than saying that his friends are oblivious to the danger, what Deku is actually saying is that none of his friends have activated his Danger Sense once throughout this entire fight. which I had been wondering about, and it turns out Horikoshi actually confirmed it. so basically none of the kids bears any ill intent toward him, and there’s literal proof right there.

incidentally, as @class1akids​ pointed out, this also casts an interesting light on this chapter in terms of who hasn’t fought Deku yet. not to play the Hagakure Traitor Music for the billionth time you guys, but I’M JUST SAYING lol.)

anyway, but the good news is that they all seem to understand that. and the even better news is that we have reached the tier 3 friends!!

“OR ELSE” lol, great to see Shouto wielding his friendship just as aggressively as Deku once did towards him. I do love a good role reversal

p.s., ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “why is Shouto being so cruel to Deku can’t he see how hard this is on him”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: this is a callback to the classic “even heroes cry when they have to” Shouto line from chapter 137. Shouto is clearly following Kacchan’s lead here and going for the more ruthless approach, knowing that the gentle approach isn’t getting through to him (if anything it’s only making him more stubborn as we saw on the previous page). basically it’s his way of pointing out that even heroes are still only human, and so is Deku last time he checked

ah okay, and there Tsuyu is at last

okay real talk, I get why Tsuyu is included in the tier 3 friends, because she was one of the first people to team up with Deku going all the way back to USJ. but that said, this probably would have had more impact if their most recent interaction hadn’t been like 150 chapters ago

but anyway though it’s still a good speech. maybe not quite a cliffhanger-level speech, but a good speech nonetheless. in a way though, I’m glad to see that Horikoshi seemingly didn’t give a fuck whether he ended this on an actual cliffhanger or not for once

and that “headed toward the climax” part has me excited too, ngl. because if we really are getting to the so-called climax this soon, that makes me even more certain that there is indeed a DvK3 in the forecast. so I presume that next week (or I guess two weeks from now) will be the tier 3s along with the remaining tier 2s like Kirishima and Aoyama

and then after that, well... [orange and green banners being hoisted] [sound of screeching airhorns and vuvuzelas in the distance] [sound of All Might approaching in his car which I didn’t notice until I looked back at this page a second time whoops] THE PROPHECY WILL NOT BE DENIED

#bnha 320 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #asui tsuyu #tokoyami fumikage #kaminari denki #todoroki shouto #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[suguruverse]

hi!! i really loved your "being best friends with the inarizaki trio" and i was wondering if you could do a "being best friends with tanaka and nishinoya". thank you!!!!

— BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH TANAKA AND NISHINOYA

includes - nishinoya yuu and tanaka ryuunosuke

a/n - hi bub!! i’m so happy you liked my post about being bsfs w the inarizaki trio pls enjoy <33

google search bar: ‘define loud and annoying”

- a pic of your guys showed up <3

- jesus christ these boys are so protective over you it’s crazy

- 2 hype men for the price of 1

- sneaking out and getting food with them at 2am

- tutoring them so they can go to training camps

- YALL BITE EACH OTHER SO MUCH its basically yalls love language

- they literally start complaining if you don’t go to their games

- they always fight over who’s spare jersey you should wear

- one time you got a jersey that had ‘9′ on it because it was their numbers but added together but they misunderstood and thought you were supporting kageyama

- kageyama was so confused why his upperclassmen where glaring at him whenever he entered a room

- tanaka and noya forced kageyama to buy them meat buns after practice

- poor bby was so lost but he still did it anyways

- they think you look hot when you’re mad

- so. many. petnames.

- like at this point they don’t ever call you by your real name

- feeling insecure? sad? lonely? yeah not on their watch

- be prepared for cuddles, snacks and hugs galore

- if you’re crying they do 2 things:

1. threatens whoever or whatever made you cry no matter what is

2. hold you so tightly and declare their undying love for you and maybe a lil forehead kisses

- MOVIE NIGHTS EVERY WEEKEND

- scares you as much as they can because they love your reactions

- they take up 80% of your free time because they insist that you can’t handle being without them

- one time you cancelled on them to hang out with saeko for a girl’s day and 20 minutes into your shopping trip you saw them running straight towards you

- you tried to run away but you were outnumbered </3

- always sharing snacks at the back of the classroom

- they always tell you to stay away from other boys because they’re gross and don’t deserve you

- but if you do get a boyfriend, 9 times out of time, they would hate him

- to them, you’re their soulmate, bestfriend and everything in between

- and this musty boy thinks he’s good enough for you? no <3

- they’re the type of people to give backhanded compliments 

- but they never take it too far because this is still the person you chose and they SOMETIMES respect that

- but if a miracle happens and they do actually like your partner then prepared to be teased 24/7 (as if you don’t already get teased)

- also for some reason if they ever post chaotic groups pics of you guys and they tag you? it’s not even in you, it’s on their buttcheek

- ceos of platonic flirting and i love yous

- at the end of the day, they are the most loyal, loving and supportive best friends you’ll ever have

- pls their comments on your ig posts *chefs kiss*

- its always them hyping you up

your comment section:

okay best friend, get it i guess

marry me??

please step on me i would do anything

LICK ME TEASE ME TOUCH ME FUCK ME

for any of the boys in this comment section. go choke they’re mine 😋

did you take my hoodie?

choke me

lol sit on my face

YEAH THATS MY BEST FRIEND YALL SUCK IT

gc name: soulmate shit *insert lip bite emoji* anyways this is a convo before a party

noya; hey hotties

tanaka; i just took a massive dump and i think i just lost 10 kilos

noya; what’s it like being a fucking idiot NOW WHERES MY BABY 😩🥰

tanaka; i thought i was your baby

noya; no ❤️

noya; babe

noya; my dear

noya; my love

noya; honey

noya; cupcake

noya; my sweet pea

noya; schnookums

tanaka; sweetheart please just answer

you; i have arisen from the dead

tanaka; lol same what are y’all wearing send pics

*the three of you guys send pics*

you; TWINS

noya; TWINS

tanaka; TWINS

noya; babe

you; yesss

noya; WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE LOOKING SO DAMN FINE ALL THE TIME

tanaka; she’s even wearing the necklace we got for their bday 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

you; you guys like or should i change??

tanaka; pump ya brakes do not change you’ll be doing everyone a favour by blessing them with your looks 😌😌

noya; bubs pls don’t. we get free drinks when you dress sexy 😾

you; i gotchu

tanaka; glad doing business with you 🤝

noya; we on our way now angel

you; okay see you soon bubba 🥰

noya; KENSKDKWHEIDNEOWJ

noya; okay see you

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu #haikyuu hcs #hq nishinoya #haikyuu!! #hq tanaka #hq x reader #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya imagine #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya hcs #tanaka x reader #tanaka headcanons #tanaka imagine #tanaka x you #tanaka x y/n #tanaka hcs

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 23) - Better Half

Summary: The reader and Jensen spend a very special and important day together with their family...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I love this part so much. Your hearts are going to melt...

________

Two Months Later

“Y/N, can you come sign these papers?” shouted Jensen from downstairs. 

“Give me a minute!” you called, twirling around in your closet, checking yourself out in the mirror, Gen giving you a thumbs up. “I shouldn’t have gone with a strapless dress. This bra is not going to stay up all day.”

“Yes it will,” she said, the door cracking open. She shot up and body slammed it shut, Jensen groaning on the other side. “Stay out of here Ackles!”

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“I’ll survive,” he said. “No thanks to Gen.”

“This is a no boys allowed zone. I told you we were doing dress stuff.”

“I’ve walked past that dress in the bag about fifty times already!” he said.

“Jensen! You can see her in it on September 18th and not a second before.”

“That’s literally ten days from now.”

“Ackles!”

“Oh my God,” you said. You took off the dress and left it on the bench, ripping open the door and taking a deep breath. “Yes?”

“I much prefer this look,” he smirked. “Aw, you got little blue lace on your undies.”

“I got the new and blue department covered there,” you said. 

“How’s the old and borrowed department working out?”

“That one is a surprise for you,” you said with a wink. “You’ll find out next week.”

“You could go down the aisle in just this,” he said, dropping the papers on the bed and resting his hands on your hips. 

“Ackles,” grumbled Gen. 

“So I can see her lingerie but not the dress,” he said. “How does that make sense?”

“Gen, can you give us a second, please,” you said. She rolled her eyes and went back into the closet, picking out a few swimsuits for your honeymoon from the looks of it. “What’s up?”

“Got the marriage papers and your name change papers. Lawyer said to sign your name as it is right now on the yellow arrow spots.”

“So when I sign this we’re officially married?” you said.

“Legally, yup,” he grinned. “Well once they’re notarized but yes.”

“Got a pen?” He swiped one off of the top of the papers and you brought it over to his nightstand, signing the both of them. “Well that was easy.”

“Come here,” you said, pulling him down into a kiss. You lay back on the bed, a grunt coming from the doorway. 

“Can y’all get a room?” said Jared, bypassing the two of you and going to your closet.

“We’re in our room. Normally we don’t have this many visitors,” said Jensen. Jared walked back out and shook his head before Jensen was pushing you behind him.

“Oh like I haven’t seen her in a bikini. She’s wearing more now,” said Jared.

“This is true,” you said, pushing the papers in Jensen’s hands. “Go. You boys have your final suit fittings and Gen has to torture me some more.”

“I heard that!” she called. 

“Take me with you,” you whispered. “I’m begging you.”

“I heard that too!”

“Have fun with that,” said Jensen, him and Jared ducking out of there. You rolled your eyes and went back to the closet, shutting the door and picking up your dress again.

“Do you think he’ll be mad?” you asked, fingering over the lace touch at the bottom.

“For the hundredth time, no,” she said. “He’s gonna bawl his eyes out.”

“No he won’t,” you said, smoothing out the material. “Does anything change after...you know…”

“You can’t walk away so easy...but you kinda know you won’t walk away in the first place.”

“No. Neither one of us will. If he was worried he’d want a prenup.”

“If he was worried he wouldn’t have asked to marry you,” she said. “A year ago I was dropping off casserole dishes, reminding him to cook dinner, go hang out with Jared. He wouldn’t be doing any of this if he wasn’t completely head over heels for you.”

“It’s kinda scary is all,” you said, putting your dress back in it’s bag. “Somebody saying they love you that much when you don’t love yourself as much as they do.”

“I’ve been there. The boys have. You gotta trust ‘em when they say how they feel.”

“When I met Jensen, I told him before he hired me that he had to pick someone he believed he could grow to trust.”

“I think he picked well,” she said, grabbing your hand pulling you over to a bag. “I got you a little present for your honeymoon.”

“It’s not a bra and underwear is it?” you groaned.

“Yes it is and I packed it away already. But this is your real present,” she said, holding it out to you. You dug through the paper suspiciously and pulled out a red dress. It wasn’t new and it took a few seconds to click. 

“Gen. This was my mom’s.”

“I know. I found it at the farmhouse last week when we were cleaning. It’s fun and flirty and you’re gone for two weeks straight at the resort. Dress like that was made to be worn on a gorgeous beach.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly. You gave her a hug and she returned it, holding on for a long moment. “Thanks for giving me a chance.”

“Told you we’d be best friends,” she said.

“You know you could be my maid of honor if you wanted,” you said.

“Oh I know I would be. But I like your idea better,” she said. “So. Something else I will warn you about now. Pack more lube than you think you need.”

“Thank you for keeping it classy as always, Gen,” you laughed.

“The real pro tip would be to pack a few sex toys.”

“Gen,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Okay maybe that’s not a terrible idea.”

“See? What would you do without me?” she said. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

Nine Days Later

“Everything packed up?” asked Jensen as you set your bags down by the front door that night.

“Yup. Ready for the airport,” you said. “Just gotta get married now.”

“Just that little ole thing,” he said, smiling as his cheeks flushed. “Packing tissues tomorrow?”

“My dress has pockets,” you said.

“That’s impressive,” he said. “I’ll have some just in case.”

“You really gonna go stay at Jared’s?” 

“Pretty sure every woman in this house will murder me if I see you tomorrow before the wedding.”

“It’s only eleven. Not tomorrow yet,” you said. He smiled and you ducked outside with him, Jensen twirling you around on the front porch. You stepped off to the walkway and he picked you up, carrying you to the driveway, spinning you around. “Excited?”

“Understatement,” he said, setting you down, planting a hard kiss on you. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow around noon?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Not getting cold feet on me are you?”

“No. Been a long time since we slept apart is all.”

“I promise to make up the lack of time in bed tonight in earnest very, very soon.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Ackles. I’ll be the hot chick in white,” you said. He laughed and picked you up, kissing you as you wrapped your legs and arms around his back. 

“See you tomorrow. Ackles,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Dork.”

“Dork,” he said. He kissed you softer one last time, setting you down on your feet. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you said. He tore himself away, letting his hand linger in yours for a few seconds before he started walking backwards and it dropped. “Night Jens.”

“Night, honey. I’ll see you real soon. Promise.”

“There’s so many people on my side,” you said, ducking your head back in the farmhouse the next day. Gen ignored you and was putting one last bobby pin in your hair as the back door opened, Ray and Alan coming inside. “Is everyone ready?”

“Waiting on you,” said Ray. Arrow ran over and jumped up and down, Ray scooping her up. “Want to walk down to see daddy with me like we practiced last night?”

“I want ice cream,” she said.

“I will give you all the ice cream in the world later, deal?”

“Alright,” she sighed. “But I’m waiting.”

“Okay, she’s good,” said Gen. You didn’t have a train really, despite the poofiness of the bottom of your dress. You took a deep breath and Alan found JJ, taking her hand. “I’m gonna head out there, tell them to start.”

“I hate people looking at me,” you groaned, pulling up your dress one last time.

“Yeah but once you’re out there there’s only one guy you’re gonna be looking at,” said Alan. You nodded and he smiled at you. “He’s gonna notice that lace.”

“It’s like mom’s dress, right?” asked JJ. 

“This little lace ruffle part is from her dress,” you said. 

“Cool. I bet dad will like it. Or if you wore his Zeppelin shirt,” she said. Ray shut his eyes and you laughed. “Dad likes it when-”

“Don’t grow up so fast on me kid,” he said, the music starting. “That’s our cue, sweetie.”

They left and you gave the girls a hug and kiss each before you went to the family room, Zeppelin watching an episode of Scooby Doo in there.

“Hey bud,” you said, leaning over the back of the couch. “They catch the bad guy yet?”

“Uh huh. He was wearing a mask. Scooby jumped and it did a sploosh and he landed on him,” he said.

“Very cool. I used to watch Scooby when I was little a lot,” you said. “Want to go walk with me?”

“Are all those people gonna watch me?” he asked. You leaned over and clicked off the remote before you picked him up, settling him on your hip. 

“Well, they’re probably gonna look a little but they’re gonna look at daddy too,” you said. “You wanna go say hi to him?”

“Okay,” he said. You set him down and he held up his hand for yours. 

“Wanna play pretend?” you asked, taking his hand and stepping onto the porch.

“Pretend what?” he asked as you walked down the steps, everyone out of their seats in the yard.

“Wanna pretend...all those people out there are in their underwear?” you said.

“Underwear?” he giggled as you stopped at the aisle, taking a deep breath, Jensen as nervous as you’d ever seen him at the other end. 

“Yeah,” you said, walking slowly, trying to smile for the photographer at the end. “Like I bet Uncle Josh has bright red undies on.”

He giggled again and you smirked, making a few more ridiculous comments before you got to the end. Jensen took a deep breath and smiled, Zeppelin turning around and staring at the crowd. He locked up and you squatted down.

“I bet daddy’s got pink and purple on,” you said. He turned up at you and you shrugged. “With polka dots.”

He smiled again and Jensen stepped over, picking him up, mouthing thank you to him as everyone took a seat.

“Daddy do you have polka dot underwear on?” asked Zeppelin when it was dead silent, Jensen shaking his head and those who could hear cracking up.

“No, no I don’t,” he said, ruffling his hair as he pulled him against his side. “Thanks for that honey.”

“Anytime babe,” you said, feeling heat in your cheeks. He glanced down at your dress, staring at the lace, eyes turning up to yours. “I needed something old and borrowed. Figured it fit the bill.”

“Is that from…” he said and you nodded. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes you do,” said all three of the kids by your sides, the crowd chuckling. 

“Let’s do this,” you said.

“You’re on.”

“I’m fucking starving,” you said late that night, sat on the swing with Jensen. You were sharing a bottle of wine and had stolen a platter of desserts for yourselves, hiding off in a dim corner of the yard for a few minutes.

“You’ve been eating all day,” he said with his mouth full. “I don’t know what this is but I want it everyday for the rest of my life.”

“Oh don’t eat all the ones with the flowers! Those are the best ones,” you said as he popped one in his mouth. You leaned over and bit the other half of it off, Jensen chuckling and eating the rest for himself. “I ain’t gonna fit in this dress after today.”

“I ain’t fitting in these pants after today,” he said. “I do like the dress.”

“Wasn’t too much?”

“I know her folks are here and you were entitled to make this one hundred percent your day-”

“It’s not my day. It’s our family’s and Dee is part of it. That’s all I wanted to do today.”

“She would have loved you. Probably would have tried to steal you from me actually.”

“You two are just gonna have to share,” you said, eating another cookie as he drank from the wine bottle. “Never thought I’d be telling underwear jokes on my way down the aisle.”

“He was so nervous and you made it be over like that for him,” he said. “You’re their mom and they know it.”

“I like this mom thing,” you said, leaning back and wrapping an arm around his waist, his orange and white bracelet bunching up against his watch. He handed over the bottle to you and you drank a long sip. 

“How ‘bout the wife thing?” he asked.

“Yeah it’s alright,” you said with a shrug. He grabbed your sides and tickled you gently, stealing the wine away. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this but you are so fucking hot. Like short hair, long hair, beard, no beard, skinny, strong. Damn I could eat you up all day but you in a suit is my fucking weakness.”

“We should get you tipsy more often,” he hummed, kissing your neck. “I know you were staring that night of the gala, when I came down in my suit. You were practically drooling and there I thought I had something on my face.”

“At least we got over being stupid fast,” you said, catching somebody walking over. “We got company.”

“Fine but I’m making out with you in bed later,” he said, sighing and pulling back.

“Hey kiddos,” said Ray as he walked over in front of you. “Figured I’d find you out here.”

“Is our presence requested?” you asked.

“Didn’t we do everything?” groaned Jensen. “Can’t we just dance and drink now?”

“Ah, ah,” said Ray, curling a finger. “Jensen, your parents have a surprise for you two.”

“Fine but only cause we need more flower cookies,” you said. Ray helped you up and took the bottle and tray from you, Jensen holding your hand as you walked back to the party, finding his parents at a table. 

“We heard you have a surprise for us,” said Jensen. His parents looked at one another and smiled. “Yes?”

“How about you guys take another week on that honeymoon. Mom and I got it covered with Ray and Sarah’s help,” said Alan.

“We already called the resort an hour after you booked,” said his mom. “It’s on us.”

“Ma, it’s way too-”

“Oh, you’re paying it for. We got the kids is all,” chuckled Alan. “Your friends packed you extra bags for it.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Because you’re not going to get three weeks alone for a very long time and you didn’t get it in the first place like most couples.”

“Thanks,” said Jensen quietly, squeezing your hand.

“Go, go. Party with your friends,” said his mom.

“We’ll take that back,” you said, taking the wine bottle from Ray.

“That’s my girl,” he said, chuckling as you led Jensen over to your own table.

“That was nice of them,” you said.

“I supposed they have a point,” he said. “Think you can handle three weeks alone with me?”

“Yeah, I think I can Ackles,” you said, spotting a tray of cookies go past, Jensen already turning to go after it. “That’s my man.”

“What’d I miss?” he said, carrying the tray back over.

“I’m not sure who’s more drunk, Jared or Antony,” you said.

“Well they are dancing together,” said Jensen with a laugh. 

“Our friends are friends,” you said. “Kinda cute isn’t it.”

“First time I think I’ve heard you call them our friends and not mine,” he said.

“Guess I’m not a lost cause after all,” you said, taking a sip of wine.

“Never one of those,” he said, wiping off his hand after you shoved a cookie in your mouth. “Want to go dance?”

“Sorry, promised this other dude I’d hit him up first,” you said. You walked over to where Zeppelin was at a table playing with some cars. “Hey dude. Want to come dance with me?”

“These two are mine,” said Jensen, scooping each of the girls up under an arm and carrying them to the dance floor. 

“Can we play a fast song?” he asked when you picked him up.

“One fast song coming right up.”

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A/N: Read Part 24 here!

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[insanitydemon]

I wanna be with a boy during the long winter months. I wanna cuddle with him on the couch while wearing our undies and each-others over sized hoodies. I want him to lay his head on my chest or my shoulders, while he wraps his arms around me in a loving and warm way. I wanna watch him smile and giggle as I tell him jokes. I want both of us to feel safe in each-others arms, knowing that as long as we are together that safe feeling will never go away. We'd make each-other hot chocolate as we watch movies, youtube, or even play games together. I'd do anything with him, because I absolutely adore him, and wouldn't want it any other way. Just me and him, being full of love, warmth, and joy through out the entire winter season.

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[jungshookz]

the need for speed(dating); pjm

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; sfw!! fluff!! y/n’s a goofball!! jimin’s into that!! featuring sommelier!hobi but before he finds his y/n,.. and also bartender!tae!! 

➺ wordcount; 5.7k

➺ summary; hoseok tricks y/n into attending a speed-dating event and (unsurprisingly) it doesn’t go down so well... then things gets a little better, thanks to the handsome stranger sitting at the bar. 

➺ what to expect; “please tell me you didn’t lure me here with the prospect of spaghetti and meatballs just to get me to take part in a speed-dating event for sad, single people.”

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“oh my god, what’s the rush?!” you stumble over your feet as hoseok continues to drag you along with him, “seriously, you need to slow down because i’m going to twist an ankle if you make me walk any faster-”

“we’re late for our reservation because you couldn’t decide on what top to wear-” hoseok scoffs and picks up his pace, your eyes widening for a split second when you actually almost fall flat on your face

“hey, i just wanted to wear something nice because you said that the place we were going to was a nice place- if you didn’t raise the standards, then i wouldn’t have raised the standards either!”

“less talking, more walking!”

you’re really not sure what possessed hoseok to want to go to a fancy restaurant tonight

pizza hut’s doing this triple treat box thing for the holidays and you suggested getting that because you get three main courses in one big box

what’s not to like?!

you weren’t even aware that hoseok had made reservations until earlier today 

he just sprung it on you that you guys were eating at a restaurant and not at the apartment tonight anD he told you to dress up nicely because of some dress-code 

“is this the part where you tell me you’ve actually been in love with me this entire time?” you joke as the two of you approach the restaurant, your eyes immediately picking up the romantic lighting coming from inside, “need i remind you, our ‘let’s get married if we don’t find anyone’ deal expires when we turn thirty, and i’m definitely not-”

“i’m not confessing my undying love for you tonight, y/n-” hoseok rolls his eyes playfully, the two of you joining the queue, “i just wanted to eat something that wasn’t fast food for once, you know?”

“you’re telling me the pizza hut triple treat box didn’t sound one bit tempting?”

hoseok pauses 

“…we’ll do that next week.”

heh

“plus, uh, you said that you wanted spaghetti and meatballs or something, right? i looked up where to find the city’s best spaghetti and meatballs, and this place came up as one of the results!” hoseok chirps, though you’re barely paying attention to him because you’ve just taken notice of one of the signs sitting by the entrance

“hey, look at that-” you point to the wooden sign before snorting to yourself, “there’s a speed-dating event taking place here tonight. i can’t wait to watch sad, single people get nervous and twitchy while talking to other sad, single people. do you think if we asked nicely, they could move us to a table where we can eavesdrop on everyone’s conversations??”

“yeah, our table is… a lot closer to the event than you think.” hoseok mutters off to the side before shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you turn to look at him, your brows knitting together in suspicion when he avoids your gaze and starts whistling a happy little tune to himself

…

…

oh my god

“hoseok,” you clear your throat quietly, hoseok’s eyes widening in alert when he notices you take a tiny step away from him, “please tell me you didn’t lure me here with the prospect of spaghetti and meatballs just to get me to take part in a speed-dating event for sad, single people.”

“well, i…” hoseok swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat

he flashes you a sheepish smile to confirm your answer

NO

“do they- do they even have spaghetti and meatballs on the menu??” you gawk, taking several steps back so you can look up at the name of the restaurant

le petit paris

oh god

this whole thing was a set-up

everything is a lie!  

this place is french

“this place is FRENCH!” you gasp, bringing a hand up to your chest in shock at this outright betrayal, “you tricked me, you slimy-” you spin around on your heels to walk back to the car, “i’m going home! no, first i’m going to get the triple treat- actually, i can’t finish that all on my own so- i’m going home, and i’m going to order that fancy ham and cheese sandwich from that one deli-”

“the fancy ham and- that’s a croque monsieur, y/n, that’s french!” hoseok snaps, “will you get back here?? you can’t go home because i’m the one who drove us here-”

“i don’t care!” you exclaim, standing at the edge of the sidewalk before looking to see if there are any taxis nearby that you can wave down, “i’m going home!”

“oh, c’mon-” hoseok gives the rest of the strangers in line an apologetic smile before rushing over to grab you before you can make an escape, “will you relax and please just-”

“hoseok, i am not doing this- are you kidding me?? you know how i feel about dating-” 

“i know, i know!” hoseok waves his arms, “but- just- you haven’t been out on any dates since you and seokjin broke up a year and a half ago...”

you immediately clam up at the mention of seokjin and you feel your entire face flush

it’s true

you haven’t made any efforts to go out and meet new people since you split with seokjin (sure, it was a mutual breakup, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less when he came to pick up his box of belongings at your apartment)

“and every time i tried to set you up on a blind date, you said that you weren’t ready for that yet- which, by the way, is obviously totally understandable, but-”

“but what?! there shouldn’t be a but!” you cross your arms, “all i have to say is that i’m not ready, and that should be enough of a reason to not trick me like this-”

“you use the breakup as an excuse to get out of everything, y/n!” hoseok exasperates, “remember when i asked you if you wanted to come to one of my wine-tasting courses? do you remember what you said to me?”

(“oh, you know… i would love to watch you do you thing at your… super fancy wine and cheese tasting thing, but i… i’m still grieving over the breakup! i’m, like, still devastated. super devastated. i’m in a very sensitive state, so i don’t think it’d be a good idea for me to leave my apartment, like, at all-”)

“…touché.” you mutter, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck

for the record, you felt really bad about not going to support hoseok at his fancy sommelier thing as soon as you hung up but you made up for it by going to his next one!

“plus, you look really pretty tonight and it would be a complete and utter shame to let that go to waste!” hoseok gestures to your outfit, “your ass looks great in these jeans, your legs look great in these heels, your boobs look fantastic-”

“okay, i think i get the point-”

“and you know i love hanging out with you, but… sometimes i wanna go out on dates too, you know?” he sighs, his shoulders drooping a little, “like, we can’t spend every weekend together-”

“i know that!” you frown, “you can just tell me that you have a date and can’t hang out, don’t make it sound like i’m forcing you to spend time with me-”

“i know, but i would feel bad about leaving you at home while i’m out with a potential romantic partner-”

“okay, you know what?” you raise both your hands before shaking your head, “fine. i will… i will do this one thing for you. i’m just glad we’re doing it together! because it would be awful if i went in there alone-” 

the smile drops from your face when hoseok has the audacity to press his lips together and look away from you again

“oh my- are you serious?? you’re not even doing this?? a second ago you were talking about finding your potential romantic partner!” 

“sure, but i wanna find them organically!” hoseok shrugs before scrunching his nose, “plus, i think speed dating is tacky.”

“wha-” you gawk, immediately spinning back around, “well, in that case, the only way you’re getting me in that restaurant is if you drag my cold, dead body-”

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“okay, if you need me, i’ll be sitting, like, right over there where you can still see me so it’ll sort of feel like we’re in this together-“ hoseok smooths the name sticker onto your shirt before giving it a pat, “but i saw a warm goat cheese puff pastry thing on the menu and i’m going to be helping myself to a big ol’ serving of that-”

“i hate you.” you interrupt, staring at hoseok blankly

“oh, you don’t mean that…” he coos, reaching up to fix a couple strands of your hair, “you’ll see! you’re going to have so much fu-”

“i hate you. and the burgundy button-up that you’re wearing looks awful on you.”

hey!

you said this was your favourite shirt on him!!!

“okay, well-” hoseok looks down at his (beautiful) top before frowning, “now you’re just trying to hurt me-”

“please don’t make me do this.” you whisper, hoseok looking up to see your eyes beginning to water, “i really don’t think i can do this.”

oh boy 

hoseok stays silent for a second as he watches your eyes beginning to well up with moRe tears 

“hey- i know it’s scary, y/n. i know.” hoseok shushes, immediately pulling a handkerchief out from his pocket to dab away your tears, “i know that it’s intimidating to... you know, throw yourself back out there after not having done this for so long, but… you have to at least try, you know?” he pulls away and gives your shoulders a reassuring squeeze, “look- if you really, really don’t wanna do this, we can just enjoy a nice meal together at this super nice restaurant that we definitely can’t afford… but do you think you can at least give it a try? please?”

“i…” you trail off, turning to look over your shoulder at the group of other sad, single people

okay

well

you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try

it’s been a year and a half!!

and if you’re going to start somewherE, you might as well start at an event that’s dedicated to helping you find love

“fine.” you sniffle, looking down and adjusting the sleeves of your blouse, “but i saw truffle fries on the menu and you’re buying two orders of that for takeout-“

“deal!” hoseok chirps, spinning you around before gently nudging you towards the group of strangers, “remember to smile! and to not talk about seokjin! ooh, and to not make any weird jokes that could scare a potential suitor away!”

“go away, you’re being embarrassing-” you hiss quietly, stepping down to enter the… pit?

you’re not sure what to call this part of the restaurant

it’s the area where hosts usually ask customers to wait while they set up a table for them 

whatever this place is called, you’re just glad that there’s a bar here because you’re definitely going to need a boost of liquid courage

the lighting is nice and dim which is great because you’re pretty sure your eyeliner is already starting to smudge from almost bursting into tears a second ago

you stand awkwardly by the stairs as you take in the scene before you

…

you haven’t even been here ten seconds and you already want to leave

what makes things worse is the fact that this isn’t one of those regular speed dating ones where you’re set up with a person and then after the timer goes off you move to the next table

no

this is one of those free, go-with-the-flow speed dating events where you just go up to anyone you want and spark up a conversation and hopefully find someone who can match your energy

and since you came late, it seems as though everyone’s already found someone else to talk to

great!

you’re the only sad, single person in this room of sad, single, but paired-up people

you look back out to the main area of the restaurant to see hoseok chatting it up with one of the waitresses

she giggles as she shakes her head, writing something down on her notepad

it seems like he’s having a good time out there

…you hope he chokes on his goat cheese pastries.

okay

what you need to do is just go for it, you know?

like, don’t even think about anything

just go up to anyone and say hello, and then you’ll wing it from that point

you wipe your clammy hands down on the back of your jeans as you make your way towards the centre of the room, looking around for anyone… who isn’t… talking to anyone… else…

ah!

you reach up to pinch your own cheeks in an attempt to loosen up your face muscles before forcing a bright smile on your face

you can do this

easy peasy!

saying hello isn’t hard

“hilo!” you greet, tapping the guy on the shoulder to get his attention

oh

never mind

turns out saying hello brings some of its own challenges

“i mean- hi.” you clear your throat, already feeling heat trickling up your chest, “sorry. i didn’t know if i wanted to say hi or if i wanted to say hello, and i guess my brain kinda just jumbled the two together-”

“hello,” he cuts you off before offering you a stiff smile, “that’s alright. i was actually in the middle of a conversation, if you don’t mind-” he points to over his shoulder at the girl standing in front of him and your eyes widen in surprise

whoopsies

“oh, gosh! i- um, i’m so sorry!” you take a small step back before raising both your hands up, “i’m sorry, i didn’t see her over your broad shoulders, so- o-oh, that wasn’t- that wasn’t me hitting on you or anything, by the way, that was just, like- your broad shoulders were just a general observation-“ you chuckle, shooting him two finger guns, “okay, yeah. you guys can go ahead and… do your thang…” you press your lips together tightly when he turns back around, focusing his attention back on his date

alright

no problem!

it’s fine

“not embarrassing at all…” you murmur lowly as you step backwards, jolting when you accidentally bump into someone

!

you whip around quickly to apologize but you don’t get a chance to because suddenly there’s a champagne flute and a dirty plate being shoved into your hands

“wha-”

“a refill would be awesome,” the brunette smiles at you, “moët and chandon, please.”

“oh, i’m not a-”

“oh, of course!” she gasps, reaching into her purse and pulling out a dollar bill, “here you go…” she narrows her eyes as she looks at your name tag, “y/n! lovely service. you’re doing a great job, girlfriend. it’s hard workers like you who make up the backbone of our society.”

“thank… you?” you stand frozen in shock when she tucks the folded bill into the shoulder of your blouse

this blouse was $200 and apparently it makes you look like a server so that’s definitely money well-spent

but also, who in their right mind would think a restaurant server would be wearing a square-necked, puffy sleeved blouse as part of their uniform?!

and why would a waiter have the exact same name sticker as everyone else participating in this speed-dating event??

“excuse me… pardon me…” you mutter as you elbow your way through the crowd, holding the dish and the glass up a little higher so you don’t get any crumbs or anything on anyone’s clothes

“oh, could you take this for me, please?”

“and this, too!”

“no, i-” you stop in your tracks when a plate is stacked on top of the one you’re already holding and you fight back the urge to let out a speechless laugh, “okay, sure, i’ll even drive you people home at the end of the night-”

to be fair, when you’re holding a dish and a glass like that, it does kind of make you look like a waiter so you can’t really blame everyone for thinking that you’re here to serve them

by the time you make your way to the bar, you’re balancing five little plates in one hand and you have four champagne flute stems held upside down and pinched in between your fingers

you let out a huff as you set everything down in the sink behind the bar, being careful not to drop and break anything

you dust your hands off, looking out towards the restaurant to see hoseok happily picking at a charcuterie board while swirling a glass of wine in his other hand

that sick, twisted bastard

…and your blouse now has a splotch of creamy white sauce on it, which is just fantastic, isn’t it?

not only do you look like a waiter, now you look like a perverted waiter!

“oh, come on…” you groan quietly, grabbing a napkin and wetting it with your tongue before reaching down to rub at it, “i just had this dry-cleaned a couple of days ago…”

so far this has been a living nightmare

but at least you got a dollar out of it!

...she could’ve given you a more generous tip, but it is what it is. 

“i feel like scrubbing it just makes it worse, no?” you hear a voice a couple feet away from you and you look up while continuing to rub at the stain

“that’s true, but i feel like dabbing it gently really doesn’t-“ you choke over your own words when your brain finally catches up to your eyes

handsome

handsome handsome handsome handsome handsome

holy handsome

the stranger tilts his head slightly, the corners of his pretty mouth pulling up into a lopsided smile, “really doesn’t…?”

“does- doesn’t, um…” you look down at the stain on your blouse as you feel your brain working overtime to spit out an answer, “doesn’t… do the thing.”

“do the thing. hm. that’s a fair point.” he hums, bringing his glass up to his mouth for a sip

you feel your heart skip a beat when you take in his pretty side profile... from the smooth, straight slope of his nose... to his pink, pillowy lips

oh, wow 

maybe there’s still some hope that this event won’t turn out to be too bad 

you stand up a little straighter when it hits you that this is your chance

this is your chance to stop being a waiter and start being a fellow speed-dater!!

“what are you drinking?” you ask, sitting down on the stool next to him before folding your arms up on the counter, “i could use a drink.”

“a gimlet.”

“a- a giblet? like… from chicken?” you frown, looking at the contents of his glass, “you’re drinking chicken giblets??”

he chokes on his sip and sets his glass down quickly before reaching up to wipe at his mouth with a napkin, turning to look at you with a smile, “no, silly. not giblet. gimlet. it’s gin, simple syrup, and lime juice.”

yeah

that makes more sense

“oh-” you snort, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth a little, “sorry. i heard giblet. but a gimlet sounds really good.”

“can i get one for you?” he asks, already raising his hand to get the bartender’s attention

“that would be nice, yes.” quickly letting out a breath when he turns to talk to the bartender

so far, so good!

you didn’t weird him out with your gimlet-giblet thing, which is a good sign

you cross one leg over the other, pausing for a second before switching legs

you hate sitting on bar stools because you can never find a comfortable position on them…

at the end of the night you’re always left with one butt cheek on the stool and one hanging oFF the stool

you settle on crossing your right leg over your left, nodding to yourself before folding your hands over your lap

this is a natural looking position, right??

you just don’t want to look like a dumbass in front of the very attractive giblet man

“everything okay?”

you look up to see that he’s turned back to face you, one arm propped up on the counter with his jaw resting against his fist

“oh! yeah.” you wave him off, “sorry… i just haven’t done this in a long time, that’s all.”

“what? sitting on a bar stool?” he jokes, the sound of his giggle immediately giving you a spurt of newfound energy, “are you enjoying yourself so far?”

“me?” you purse your lips in thought before scrunching your nose, “eh. i don’t think so. everyone thought i was one of the waiters, so i haven’t been able to really spark up any conversations because i’ve been busy collecting dirty plates and empty glasses- which reminds me, i’m pretty sure there are like, three people waiting for me to bring them champagne…“ you trail off, turning to look over your shoulder to see if there are any angry customers glaring you down

“yeah, i saw…” the stranger chuckles, “for the record, you’re actually pretty good at balancing plates! i probably would’ve dropped them all.”

“the only thing that kept me from dropping them all was the reminder that i’d probably have to pay for the damage done.”

“very, very true! and the bill would’ve been sky-high because this place is pretty fancy.”

“i know!!” you gasp, “and you can tell it’s fancy because you can pay someone else to park your car for you. like- valets are just- you know. fancy.”

“fancy.” he mimics, his knee bumping against yours as he shifts in his stool, “so, do you go to speed-dating events often?”

“oh, no.” you pause to thank the bartender as he sets down your drink on a coaster, “this is actually the first time i’ve ever been to one of these things. i didn’t even wanna come here in the first place, but my friend forced me to because he thinks i should get back into the game or whatever considering i broke up with my boyfriend, like, a year and a half ago-”

don’t make any weird jokes! don’t talk about seokjin!

hoseok’s words from earlier tonight suddenly echo in your head and you feel your cheeks grow pink

your giblet joke was pretty weird

and you just mentioned your ex-boyfriend

two for two!

you quickly take a sip of your drink before you blurt anything else out

ooh!

this is actually pretty nice 

“the, uh, the gimlet is good!” you hum, “i like the lime.”

“mhm, it’s my favourite drink.” he smiles, reaching over to gently clink his glass against yours before taking his own sip, “so your friend forced you to come and you’re not having a good time? that’s pretty rough.”

“yeah, well...” you sigh, “speed-dating is just the worst, you know? like… okay, if the hosts had set this up, like, where you get five minutes to talk to someone and then when the timer goes off, you move to the next table-”

“oh, yeah-”

“yeah, exactly- if it was like that, it probably would’ve been better, because that way no one gets left out!” you scoff, “but this freestyle just-talk-to-whoever-you-want-to type speed-dating is frankly ineffective and totally stupid, in my opinion. whoever organised this thing probably had one too many gimlets while they were planning it out…” you giggle, shaking your head, “also, i feel like organising a speed-dating event during the holidays is a little sad, you know? like… well, it’s not as bad as hosting one on valentine’s day or something, but doing it during christmas seems a little awkward, and, like… taking advantage and leeching onto sad, single people.”

“i see where you’re coming from- you know, i was at a valentine’s day one earlier this year and i’m pretty sure most of the people there were just looking to bone each other and not to make a real connection.”

“well, when you say it like that, it seems like speed-dating events are just a gateway drug into full-blown orgies-”

you bite back a grin when he chokes on his drink again before throwing his head back in laughter

wow!

this is going great!!!

you’re definitely going to have to thank hoseok if this thing with giblet man works out

of course, you should probably noT keep calling him giblet man if you want it to work out

his actual name is a crucial piece of information if you’re planning on asking him out on a proper date

“oh, by the way-” you clear your throat, “i never got your na-”

“hold on, before you say anything else, i just have to do something really quickly-” he holds his finger up to stop you before turning and getting up off the stool, your brows furrowing in confusion when he picks up the microphone sitting on the stool on the other side of him

huh

that’s a little weird

who brings a microphone to a speed-dating event?

bursting into song while everyone’s trying to have conversations with each other seems like a questionable thing to d-

“i hope everyone’s having a good time so far!” he announces, the music lowering a little bit as he continues to speak, “i just wanted to chime in and remind everyone to write down the names of whoever you’re interested in seeing again- there should be notepads and pens sitting on each of the tables…”

…

…

…

oh

oh no

oh dear GOD

you spin back around to face the bar, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth to suppress a scream of mortification when you realise that you just talked trash about the host of this event while talking to the host of the event

no wonder he didn’t have a name sticker!!! 

he didn’t even stop you! he just let you go on and on and on-

i need to get the hell out of here

you need to leave the crime scene immediately!!!!!

you down the rest of your drink before hopping off the stool, reaching up to rip your name sticker off and crumpling it up before tossing it to the side

of course 

of course this would happen to you!

out of all the people in the world, of course this would happen to you!

that’s it

you’re never going to do this again

in fact, you’re just never going to leave the apartment ever again

you’re just going to rot in your apartment and die alone, which sounds like a pretty good option to you

you should think about leaving the country while you’re at it 

you head straight for hoseok and you’re walking so quickly that your hair is practically whipping behind you

“hey! we’re leaving now-“ you hiss, grabbing hoseok’s arm and giving him a yank, “c’mon, up and at ‘em-”

“woah, woah-” hoseok smacks your hand away from him as he looks up at you incredulously, “what happened?? i just placed an order for your fries and they won’t be ready for a couple more minute-”

“screw the fries!” you duck down a little as you look towards the pit, “i just humiliated myself in front of a very attractive man and i would like to leave before i embarrass myself further-”

“well, what did you even do??” hoseok asks, scrambling to pull his credit card out of his wallet before raising an arm to flag a waiter down, “what happened??”

“oh my god, you don’t even wanna know-” you shake your head, “first, i went up to someone who was already talking to someone and i said hilo because i didn’t know if i wanted to say hi or hello and it came out as hilo- and, anyways, he basically ignored me so then i bumped into someone else and she thought i was one of the waiters which doesn’t even make any sense because i?? i’m not dressed like a waiter! i have a name sticker too!” you point to your chest before realising that you’d ripped it off a second ago, “well, i had one- okay, and then- and then this really cute guy started talking to me as i was wiping my shirt-”

“you stained your new blouse??” hoseok gawks, leaning back a little to inspect your shirt, “you just got it cleaned a couple of days ago!”

oh yeah

that’s a stain

...a very questionable looking stain-

“it was an accident-!” you groan quietly, “so, the cute guy- he started talking to me and we were having a really nice conversation- i slipped up a couple of times and made some weird jokes anD sort of brought up seokjin but-”

“oh my god, y/n-” hoseok mutters, pausing to take the chip reader from the waitress (in your panicked, rambley state, you don’t notice the way he winks at her and her girlish reaction to that)

“-somehow we started talking about speed-dating events and i just went into a rant about how tacky they are and how much i hate them a-and how much this one in particular sucked- and the next thing i know, he’s picking up a microphone and-”

“will you just get to the point?” hoseok gets up from his seat, pulling his jacket from the back of the chair

“i trash-talked the host in front of his own event!” you whine, feeling the urge to burst into tears for the second time tonight

“oh, jesus, okay-” hoseok laughs uncomfortably as the two of you hurry to get the hell out of here, “maybe you need to find someone organically too… and maybe we’ll avoid speed-dating for a while…”

“i told you we should’ve gone home!” you shiver as you step out into the cold, instinctively wrapping your arms tight around yourself

you decided not to bring a coat because you wanted to show off your pretty blouse but now you wish you’d brought one just to a) keep you warm AND b) hide your definitely-not-cum-stained waiter blouse

“this sucks! and i didn’t even get my truffle fries-!” you groan loudly, your voice dissipating into the air

“alright, shakespeare, take it down a notch-” hoseok reaches over to give you a pat on the back, “also, if you were willing to wait-”

“hey, hold on!” you stop in your tracks when you hear a familiar voice call out and you whip around to see the man you just embarrassed yourself in front of, “y/n!”

great!

and now he knows your name, too! 

“oh, god.” you turn back around, picking up your pace at the sight of hoseok’s car, “c’mon, let’s go-”

“you can’t just ignore him, he’s literally calling for you-!” hoseok grabs the back of your shoulders to stop you before turning you around, “i’m gonna wait in the car- and you better not mess up what looks to be a second chance-”

“hos-!” you don’t get a chance to turn and run after hoseok because the next thing you know-

“hey! you left your name sticker at the ball, cinderella.” mr. gimlet jogs up to you, unfurling his fist to reveal your sad, crumpled name-tag

“you came out just to bring me garbage?” you joke weakly, feeling completely drained from the events of tonight, “how romantic.”

“it’s, um, jimin, by the way.” he clears his throat, standing up straight, “that’s my name.”

“jimin.” you nod, testing the feel of his name coming out of your mouth 

jimin 

hm

you like it :-)

“i was going to tell you but when i turned around, you disappeared-” 

“well, yeah, because like-” you pause, “you’re not mad?”

“what?” he frowns, “why would i be mad?”

“because i… said all of that stuff?” you reach up to scratch the back of your head, “about… you know… stuff.”

“everyone’s entitled to their own opinion, y/n.” jimin smiles, offering you a boyish grin, “you’re a real goofball, you know that? you ran away because you thought i would be mad that you didn’t like the speed-dating event i was hosting?”

“yeah, i, uh… i full-on sprinted out of there…” you chuckle nervously, uncrumpling your name-sticker just so you have something to do with your hands, “ah, i’m sorry. i just- well, you know, i… haven’t really… done stuff like this in a while, so…”

“well,” jimin clears his throat, taking a step forward before plucking the sticker from your twitchy fingers, “you’re welcome to talk about how much you hate dates while we’re out on our date.”

“yeah, i- wait, o-our date?” you quickly look up at him before blinking owlishly, “are you- you want to take me out on a date?”

jimin smooths your sticker flat out on his palm before flipping it around to show you his number that he scribbled onto the back

he wants to take you out on a date?

...

jimin wants to take you out on a date!!!!!!!!

“of course i do!” he states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world before handing the sticker back to you, “we can get wasted on giblets and you can help me plan out my next super-tacky speed-dating event.”

“oh, god-” you feel your face flush as you shake your head furiously, “i’m... so sorry...” 

“y/n, it’s fine-” jimin laughs, reaching over to hook a finger under your chin to get you to look up at him, “so... what do you say?” 

after everything that took place tonight you were sure you’d be leaving the restaurant with nothing but hoseok and two orders of truffle fries

but no!!!

here you are, being asked out by a very cute boy while his number sits right in the palm of your hand 

...this is what they’d call a christmas miracle, right?

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[guysunderwearstories]

Story #18

Eli sat in his bed, his body covered by his blanket.  He stared at his laptop.  He was trying to come up with his assignment for his Sports Writing class, but his mind was blank. 

He couldn’t exactly explain why, but he wanted to impress his professor: Professor Watters, or as he insisted the class call him, Linus.  Despite his seemingly archaic name, Linus couldn’t be older than thirty despite his professor status.  Maybe it was the fact that he was not much older but seemingly far more successful that made Eli idolize him so much, and the fact that he was so classically good-looking made him someone easy to aspire to be. 

Eli’s writer’s block was interrupted by a knock on the door.  It was his housemate Christian.  Eli and Christian never really talked that much; it’s not that they disliked each other, but Christian’s reservedness clashed with Eli’s bold nature and the two never really had clicked.  

“Would you mind helping me bring in the keg from the car for the party tonight?” Christian almost seemed shy asking the question.  “I’d normally ask James or Patrick or someone but no one else is home.”

“Yea bro, no problem.”  Eli tossed off his blankets to reveal he was wearing nothing but some purple plaid Hanes boxers.  He tossed on a sweatshirt to protect himself from the cold but didn’t bother with pants, as he assumed Christian’s car would be parked right in front of the house.  He noticed Christian gave him a kind of weird look as they walked down the stairs; Eli had noticed since he moved in that this house had such a weird relationship with underwear that he didn’t understand.  In fact, they had a whole Wall of Shame devoted to them caught in their underwear in embarrassing situations.  Granted, the only photos up there right now were James in a blazer and briefs at a house party and a former housemate named Tyler being escorted out of a Good Will in nothing but his underwear.  Yea it was only two pictures, but it was two more pictures than the average house would have.

“Thanks, dude,” said Christian.  “I owe you one.” 

They grabbed the keg from the trunk of Christian’s car and carried it towards the house.  But upon reaching the door again, they realized that Eli, not as familiar with quirks of the old house as the other guys, forgot that the door automatically locked behind them and neither guy had bothered to bring their keys.  They were now locked out, Christian fully clothed and Eli in nothing but a sweatshirt and boxers.  

Christian took out his phone and fiddled with it for a couple minutes.  “I just texted Patrick and he said he should be home in about an hour.”   He took a long stare at Eli.  “Guess you’ll be stuck in your undies for that long.”

“Dude, boxers are just like shorts.  I don’t have all these weird hang-ups the rest of you guys do.”  Christian opened his mouth to say something but just took out his phone again instead.  The boys sat in silence for another twenty minutes.

“Eli?”  Both Eli and Christian looked up.  Standing in front of their college house was the incredibly handsome Professor Linus Watters.

“Professor Watters!  I mean, Linus.  What's up?”  Eli stood up.

“Not great, was just on my way to the hockey stadium to meet my Tinder date and she just bailed on me.”  Linus’ eyes wandered downwards to Eli’s bare legs, but he didn’t say anything.  “Uh, so how have you-have you done the Sports Writing Assignment yet?”

“I’m actually facing MAJOR writer’s block.”

“You know, you can come with me to the hockey game if you want.  Might give you some inspiration.”

“Yea, let’s go!  I’m ready.” Eli stuffed his hands in his pocket and looked at his professor eagerly.  

“Um buddy, you probably need some pants to get into the stadium.”  For the first time since the conversation started, Eli remembered he had no pants.  His hand instinctively covered his crotch area, even though his boxers were baggy enough to be modest.

“Oh shoot.  We’re locked out and our buddy won’t be back with the keys for another forty minutes.  Any shot we can wait?”

“I’d love to, but they haven’t been letting people in late since that time all the drunk college kids caused a scene after coming from the bar crawl.  I’m already cutting it close as it is.”

“Um.”  Eli wanted to go to this hockey game; when else would he be able to spend time with his idol.  He took off his sweatshirt and tied it around his waist in an effort to cover his boxers, but it just fell off in seconds, leaving him standing there shirtless in his underwear.  He hastily put it back on.

“I’d love to loan you my pants, but they don’t pay me enough to be that generous to students,” Linus joked.  He snapped the waistband of his pants, briefly revealing some gray polyester fabric with a black waistband underneath. 

“Christian!  Give me your pants!” Eli turned frantically to his housemate. 

“Dude, no.”

“Christian.  Please.”

“Weren’t you the one who just said boxers were just like shorts?”  Checkmate.

“Didn’t you say you owe me one?” Double checkmate.

Christian was cornered.  He begrudgingly slipped off his jeans and handed them to Eli, who put them on.  Linus and Eli suppressed chuckles at Christian, who stood there in some “paint-splattered” white Pair of Thieves trunks.  

Unluckily for Christian, his phone was still in his pants pocket.  Eli took a selfie of him and a pantsless Christian before sending it to the house group chat.  Another picture for the Wall of Shame.

“Damn it.”  Christian watched Eli and Linus walk away, knowing he had another forty minutes of standing outside in his underwear by himself. 

[ushiwakaout]

Things I believe Bokuto Koutaru (timeskip: pro MSBY volleyball athlete ) would say if you lived together (from the moment you wake up, to the moment you fall asleep).

university art teacher! reader

warning: mild swearing? bad spelling :)

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“MMm five more minutes.” (5:40 am)

“But baby~*whine* I’m tired”

“Stop trying to uncuddle me please.”

“Nooooooooo~ get back here.”

“Baby *pout* now I’m cold”

“Baby if you don’t come back here and cuddle me, I will die.”

“I will die on our bed, right here, right now.”

“Is that what you want? Alright. Fine!”

“Ugh- Y/n... I don’t feel so good... I think I actually might be dying. Gran, gran? Is that you? I’m coming gran gran!”

*fake dies w/ tongue out*

“Wow okay, so you wouldn’t cuddle me even if it meant you’d save me, alright, I see how it is.”

“Nope, no. I don’t want your kisses anymore, shoo~ go shower stinky.”

“Baby wait, come back, you didn’t give a good morning kiss.”

“Mmm, you’re kisses are the best... Now shoo~ you’re presence is bother me.”

“DON’T USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER, I’M ALWAYS FREEZING!”

“You know what- Stop screaming in the shower, it’s too early.”

“What? It’s not like I haven’t seen you nakey before.”

“Move you’re sweet ass over.”

“You’re s’tiny”

*Small fem section so if you don’t identify, you can ignore*

“You’re boobies looks so small compared to my hands.”

“Wait, look, look *begins to coddle your chest* see, they look so cute.”

“Ow! What are you hitting me for.”

“Let me just.... hold them.”

*End-Continue*

“How about I wash your hair and then you can wash mine, yeah?”

“What do you mean you’ll be late for work.”

“Five more minutes.”

“No, no, no. Not those jeans, those are the ones that make your ass look good.” (6:00 am)

“Now I won’t be able to pinch you’re cheeks all day.”

“Wear the other top, it matches with your skin tone.”

“Here while you where getting pretty I made you a [favorite flavor] protein shake.”

“I’ll walk with you to the station.”

“Give me your hand, I wanna hold your hand.”

“So small”

“What do you mean I have big hands, you’re just small.”

“Wait for me at the school, I have practice today so I can walk with you.”

“It’s no big deal, the gym is like 10 minutes away, just wait for me okay?”

“But I’ll let you know if I run late, most likely- I will run late.”

“Mmm give me a kiss before you go.”

“Another one.”

“Just one more.”

“If I kiss you some more you’ll miss your train.”

“Have a good day at work baby, just one more kiss.”

*you can’t tell me this mother fucker wouldn’t slap your ass the way he slaps a volleyball right before he leaves and just whistles as if HE DID NOTHING WRONG*

“Honey! I’ve brought lunch!” (1:00 pm)

“Oh- you’re with a student... I’ll be quiet now.”

“Finished? Good. I brought you a bento box made with love.”

“Well yeah bought with love, same thing.”

“Did you miss me, of course you did, right?”

“You only get your bento if you kiss me.”

“Mmm one more and i’ll think about it.”

*this man will full on start a makeout session with you but youre stomatch starts to growl and he just laughs at you*

“I also bought you [favorite drink], i’m the best boyfriend huh.”

“How’s work been? Good? That’s great baby.”

“Any new art pieces you’re working on.”

*you cannot tell me that this man would not some how get paint all over his hand and slap your ass after you walked by him while you show him the small exhibition of art you have*

“sorry, your ass just looked good.”

*he’s not sorry*

*you’d be showing him art and this man would touch you everywhere*

“Do have time for a quicky?”

“What do you mean not here? It’s not like we haven’t before”

“But baby~ you just look so good.”

“I can’t keep my hand off you.”

“Give me one more kiss before I leave.”

*one kiss my fucking ass. THIS MAN WILL PICK YOU UP, SIT YOUR ASS ON YOUR DESK AND KISS YOU SO HUNGRILY. It’s those types of makeout sessions where when you part a string of spit just connect the two of you*

*he will also grind on you, trying to get some sort of friction going on- but then the bell rings. You’re very quick to push him off.”

“I’ll see you later baby.” *softest forehead and nose kiss he’ll ever give you... he’s flustered you enough.*

*will not stop thinking about your little makeout session in the art room while he’s at practice and end up just abuse the shit out of a poor volleyball*

“Baby i’m back~” (6:40 pm)

*he had texted you that he would be late to picking you up but luckly you brought your headphones and started to work on a secret art piece of bokuto*

“Baby~”

“Oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“What are you- ARE YOU PAINTING NAUGHTY PICTURES OF ME?!”

“Do you need more reference? Yeah?”

“Does that mean we can have sex tonight?”

“OW! I’m kidding... Well, no I’m not.”

“Stop being so shy, let’s go get food.”

“I’m hungry again.”

*you arrive to the restaurant and he leaves you outside for like 5 minutes just to make sure they have the table you guys like sitting at and he comes back to a guy trying to hit on you*

“Hey, hey, hey man, back off- They aren’t interested.” (7:00 pm)

“You okay?”

“Baby I know you’re a tough cookie, i just wanna know if you’re okay?”

“Let’s go inside, our favorite table is open.”

“What do you mean I eat too much meat, that’s mean y/n”

“Here, try this, its nice and juicy.”

“Don’t be a pervert and open wide.”

*Bokuto is very serious about his meat*

“I want dessert now, lets go to the market that has those cakes you like.”

“Baby! Baby! We need to go now! I just stole this cake from a kids hand!”

“I DID IT FOR YOU! DON’T YELL AT ME!”

“They’re gonna know I avoided my taxes that one year! I’m gonna go to jail!”

“I won’t be able to play volleyball!

“Or eat meat!”

“Oh right, I wouldn’t be able to kiss you either.”

“No~ come here and give me a kiss. I committed a crime for you.”

“Let’s go home, I wanna eat this cake.”

“Home sweet home, time to eat cake :)” (8:10 pm)

“Sit on my lap and eat this cake with me.”

“You fell so good on my lap.”

“My lap is your throne now.”

“No take backsies.”

“Oh hold on, I think Akaashi is calling me.”

“No, no, no, where do you think you’re going.”

*this man will make you coddle him like a koala so he can get up and get his phone just to sit back down with you on his lap*

*this is when Bokuto is most quiet is when he’s listening to Akaashi complain about something because he knows he need’s to let it out somehow.*

*He will start grazing his fingertips against your skin, kiss your fingertips, kiss your shoulder, neck, cheek. If you nuzzle into his neck he’ll start playing with your hair or the back of your neck.*

“Baby did you fall asleep?” (9:10 pm)

“I didn’t mean to wake you, you can go back to sleep now.”

*he will take off your jeans and put you in one os his shirts before tucking you in. will leave your socks on bc you have cold feet*

*he will also shower because believe it or not, this man does not smell when he sweats, you’d think he’d smell like ham or something but no... he legit has no smell- it’s weirder that way*

*when he come out of the shower he ends up waking you up again*

“Baby, can you cuddle me tonight.”

“You’re so warm baby.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Sleep well baby.”

extras:

“I do not fart in my sleep! Stop lying!”

“Why am I so beefy? Because I eat beef.”

“Atsumu get away from my baby. Sakusa! Attack!”

“The boys are coming over?! WHY DIDN”T YOU TELL ME?! Did i leave my undies in the shower?!”

“Big boobs? Chile anyways.”

“PUT YA MASK ON! PUT YA- Oop I don’t even have mine on right... anywho.”

“Look I took a video of y/n while they where sleeping, they started drooling.”

“Yes it was gross but i couldn’t move, look how cute she looks.”

“LOOK BABY! I painted an owl! Good ain’t it!”

“What do you mean I can’t have meat?! That should be illegal.”

“sawarasenai kimi wa shojo na no. boku wa yarichin bicchi no osu dayo- OH! You’re home! You didn’t hear that did you?!

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