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[turrondeluxe]

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

lunch break

Summary: Joel forgot his lunch at home. When you get to his work to bring it to him, he has you for lunch instead.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.1k

Raiting: E

Warnings: established relationship, no outbreak, breeding kink like woah, smut (unprotected sex, public sex, car sex) dirty talk, a little bit of exhibitionism, fluff too I guess

A/N: look, I don't know, this just happened, okay?

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This wasn’t supposed how you thought bringing lunch to Joel would end.

It was supposed to be a quick in and out to the job site, bringing him the lunch he had forgotten before getting back home in time for Sarah to get back from school and take her to the dentist. You had taken the whole day off especially for that because you knew how scared she was to go to the dentist and Joel couldn’t take the day off. 

The project Joel was currently working on was almost a 45 minute drive somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Apparently some billionaire had bought the whole land and was now building a luxury hotel, Miller constructions first big contract they had won. 

It were long and exhausting hours but Joel did it all with a smile. 

Sure, one on one time with him had gotten less and less but you were in it for the long haul with him. So long that you had moved into his place earlier in the year. So long that you had talked about having a baby together. 

Something that very much took the backroad since this project started a couple months ago. Or so you thought as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, Joel towering over you in the dusty bed of his truck as he pumped his thick cock into you with deep and long strokes, making it hard to keep quiet. 

You weren’t even sure how this happened. 

One moment you walked towards the three containers that had been set up for all the workers, walking towards Joel who was sitting with his back towards you, the next moment he had you under him in his truck bed, panties pushed to the side under the summer dress you had been wearing, making enough room for his cock to fill you, him not having even pulled off his jeans, only pushing it down far enough to free his cock.  

„Not gonna let me hear you, huh?“ He teased, voice low as he leaned in, his lips kissing up your neck, steadily thrusting his cock into you. 

„Don’t want your people to hear,“ you whimpered, one hand in his hair, to keep his mouth right where it was as he sucked softly on that one spot on your neck he knew drove you insane. You crossed your legs behind his back, moaning at the changed angle he was filling you. 

„So fucking sexy,“ he grunted, kissing down towards your collarbone, his fingers pulling at the front of your dress just so he could free one of your nipples, his lips closing around it immediately after, sucking harshly. 

Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry, head thrown back as you looked up into the blue sky above the tree his car was parked beneath. 

Joel was dirty and sweaty, the shirt he had left the house with this morning replaced by a white wife beater that was clinging to his sweaty body. Sweat was dripping down his neck and fuck you don’t think you have ever been more turned on. 

He nibbled on your nipple and you pulled at his hair. 

„Can’t wait till these are full of milk,“ he mumbled against your skin as he kissed himself up your body, nose brushing over your skin as his hips slapped against yours, shaking the whole truck. 

„Full of milk for the baby I’m gonna fuck into you,“ he said, eyes on you before he kissed you deeply, tongue diving into your mouth while he fucked you even deeper. 

You could hear some men laughing in the not so far distance, and you gasped as you remembered just where you were. Were you let Joel have his way with you. You clenched around his cock and he moaned against your lips. 

„Need you to cum for me, baby,“ his forehead came to rest against yours as he fucked into you. 

„Need you to cum so I can fuck my cum so deep inside of you, it’ll take. Gonna make you a mama,“ he murmured, and you gasped. 

„Fuck, Joel,“ you moaned. 

„You want that? Want me to keep you full of my cum?“ He groaned and you nodded.

„I want that. Want you inside me all the time,“ you whined and he groaned a low fuck against your ear as he buried his face against your neck. You wrapped your arms behind his back, one of your hands buried in his sweaty hair.

"Gonna look so good with my baby inside of you. Not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you once you start to show,“ he whispered against your ear and you shuddered. 

„Cum for me baby,“ he sucked on your earlobe. 

„Cum for me so I can pump you full of my cum. Full of my baby,“ he groaned and you clamped down on him, cumming hard. 

„Oh fuck,“ he groaned when he felt you come, following you almost immediately, moaning against your ear as he came, spilling inside of of you, pumping you full with his cum. 

Both out of breath you just stayed like this, for how long you didn’t know. Could be seconds, minutes or hours, you weren’t sure as you held him in your arms, feeling his warm breath against your neck as he laid on top of you. 

He knew how much you loved having him on top of you. 

You brushed your fingers through his hair, a content smile sneaking to your face. 

„Where did that come from?“ You asked after a while and he sat himself up a little so he could look at you. 

„I know you’re ovulating,“ he said and you raised one eyebrow, intrigued at him knowing that.  

„And I’m just really fucking horny for you,“ he said like it was the most normal thing, making you giggle. He chuckled, smiling widely at you before he kissed you softly. 

„Love you,“ you mumbled against his lips. 

„Love you more,“ he mumbled back. 

You were already driving back down the dirt road when Joel made his way back to the construction site, trying to glare at the very obvious smirks and winks he received from his colleagues. 

But who the fuck was he kidding?

He’d go through all the teasing in the world to have a lunch break like that every day. 

It was hours later that he realised, he never actually ate anything.

[tossawary]

I've been toying with a "third transmigrator" AU for SVSSS in which the third transmigrator is a teenage girl who ends up in Luo Binghe. This teenage girl tried to read PIDW because someone else liked it, but didn't get far because she didn't like it.

Disinclined to follow the plot, the teenage girl decides to transition, because fuck it (crying breakdown), she doesn't want to be a guy. Ning Yingying is initially the only one in on it (and then some Qian Cao Peak people). This new Luo Binghe knows JUST enough about the plot of PIDW to avoid Shen Qingqiu's attention as much as possible and so swears Ning Yingying to secrecy regarding the transition. She intends to hide it until the Transmigration System lets up on the missions and restrictions a little.

Meanwhile, Shen Yuan is like, "How am I supposed to improve my relationship with the protagonist if i never see him? Did he just jump out a window to avoid me?! Also, hmph, the bullies are all calling him 'Luo-Shimei' now? Just because he's pretty??? I had better go tell them off for it!"

(Shen Qingqiu, please, your students are getting the impression that you're transphobic!!!)

If Luo Binghe's transition comes out before the Immortal Alliance Conference, Shen Yuan is going to 1) think it's his own fault somehow and 2) be more than a little weird (and a little transphobic) about it.

Shen Yuan (internally): "Oh, shit, NOT abusing the protagonist turned him into a girl??? How does that work???"

The endgame relationship here is a messy love triangle between Luo Binghe, Ning Yingying, and Ming Fan. Ming Fan is like, "What do you do when the shidi you hate falls down the stairs and nearly dies, and then apparently can't remember you used to bully him and expects you to be a good shixiong, and becomes best friends with the girl you like but also starts turning into a cute girl too??? But you can't tell Shizun any of this otherwise the girl you like will kill you???" Ning Yingying is like, "I was so caught up in the thrill of makeovers and having a new sister that I forgot to examine why, when she's approached by guys, I want to tear their throats out with my teeth. Ming-Shixiong is not good enough for A-Luo!!!" And Luo Binghe is like, "Wow, Ning Yingying is such a good friend. And so pretty. I could stare into her eyes for hours. Ming Fan is kind of a jerk sometimes, but he's cute, I guess. He needs to shape up if he wants to win Ning Yingying's heart someday! She married a guy, so she's definitely into guys."

This third transmigrator isn't paying too much attention to their own love life partially because they're too busy 1) trying to survive, 2) trying to do right by their friends, and 3) trying to figure out if Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge are in a "toxic yaoi relationship" and, if so, which one of them tops more frequently and where Yue Qingyuan fits into things.

If you haven't guessed yet, this third transmigrator is actually Shen Yuan's younger sister, who transmigrated at like 16 years old at the oldest. This identity reveal comes out at the Immortal Alliance Conference, seconds before disaster (the push into the Endless Abyss), and no earlier. It does not go well. The Transmigration System is mostly to blame.

Live Shang Qinghua Reaction: "Oh, fucking yikes, bro."

This Luo Binghe hands a lot of control over to Meng Mo to get out of the Endless Abyss. An inadvisable amount of control, really, even if Meng Mo is soft on the girl. Afterwards, they sort of stumble into the arms of Huan Hua Palace. Shen Yuan's sister did not read far enough to know pretty much anything about this sect, especially not that it's a terrible idea to be here while being both a Heavenly Demon and (post-transition) looking like even MORE of an identical clone of Su Xiyan.

(Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang ARE both going to be kind of awful and weird about it, yes, at least initially.)

Gongyi Xiao, after showing basic kindness to this poor young woman: "Hey, why are those two Qing Jing Peak disciples glaring at me like they want me dead?"

[mapiforpresident]

A mix of 2 and 46, with alexia please?

Better because you’re here

alexia x reader

Thank you for the request!! Requests are still open and I linked the prompt list at the bottom

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Away games with Barça always felt like a whirlwind. Between the training sessions, team dinners, and whatever chaos followed once we all got back to the hotel, there was never a dull moment. Tonight was no different.

Most of the team had crammed into Jana and Kika’s room. Somehow, that had become the go-to hangout spot. Blankets were tossed across the floor, someone had dragged in a tray of snacks from the hallway, and Salma had brought out a speaker that was already playing music way too loud for the hour.

I had found my place on the far bed, curled up next to Alexia, my head resting on her chest. Her arm was wrapped around me, her hand gently tracing patterns on my arm. It was loud and chaotic around us, but somehow, she made it feel calm. Safe.

The others were attempting to film a TikTok, one of those trending dances none of them had actually rehearsed but were convinced they could freestyle through. Kika was leading, obviously. Jana, Salma, Patri, and Vicky were involved too, and the rest of us were just spectating from the comfort of our own little corners.

I didn’t mean to fall asleep. But her warmth and the sound of her heartbeat had me drifting off before I could even realize it.

When I woke up, the first thing I felt was her fingers in my hair and the softest whisper in my ear.

“Bebé… wake up.”

I blinked slowly, still tucked into her side. “How long was I out?”

She smiled and brushed a piece of hair from my face. “About thirty minutes. You missed some truly questionable dancing.”

I laughed a little, still groggy. “How was your sleep?” she asked.

“Mm… it was good. Better.”

“Better how?”

I turned slightly, looking up at her with a lazy smile. “Better because you’re here.”

That earned me one of her softer looks, the kind that always made my heart do stupid things. She leaned in and kissed me, just once. Then again. And again. It was slow and easy, the kind of kiss that makes everything around you disappear. Her hand slid to my cheek, and I forgot there was even a room full of people around us.

“Oi! This is a PG-13 room!” someone yelled, probably Claudia, but no one actually looked back. They were too busy trying not to trip over each other mid-dance.

Eventually, we sat up again, and I leaned against her while she rested her hand on my knee.

At some point, we all called it a night. Everyone scattered to their rooms, the group chat still buzzing with voice notes and blurry photos from the evening. I didn’t think much of it. I figured that was that.

Until around 1:00 a.m.

The team group chat exploded.

Jana sent the first message.

“kika.”

Then Patri jumped in with “I’m going to scream.”

Mapi followed with a dozen eye emojis and a “HELLO???”

I was brushing my teeth with Alexia when my phone started buzzing nonstop. She glanced over at me.

“What happened, did someone get injured again?”

I opened the chat and saw the link. It was a TikTok — the one Kika had posted from earlier. I clicked it.

The video started off harmless. A messy dance attempt. Vicky slipping on a pillow. Salma pointing dramatically at the wrong direction mid-move. Total chaos. But then I looked closer at the background. And there we were.

Me and Alexia. Kissing.

Like full-on, hands-in-her-hair, tucked-into-each-other, heart-eyes kind of kiss. Blurry but unmistakable.

I froze.

“Oh my god.”

Alexia walked over, still drying her face with a towel. “What is it?”

I just held the phone up to her.

“Is that… us?”

I nodded slowly. “Kika posted it.”

For a moment, we both just stared. Then Alexia, of course, started laughing.

“Is it bad that I think we look kind of good in it?”

“Alexia.”

“What? It’s romantic! Everyone else is doing the worm or tripping over a sock and we’re just… having a moment.”

The messages kept pouring in.

Esmee sent, “I’ve never seen a kiss that soft. I’m crying.”

Ingrid added, “You look like a rom-com playing in the background of a horror movie.”

Claudia went for, “You were literally making out behind Vicky trying to dab.”

I covered my face with my hands. “I’m deleting my existence.”

Alexia just smiled, wrapping her arms around me from behind. “Do you want to ask her to take it down?”

I hesitated, then shook my head. “No. I mean… it’s us. We weren’t hiding.”

“Exactly,” she said, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “Let them talk.”

And they did. The video had already passed 100,000 likes by morning.

It was chaotic. Embarrassing. Hilarious. And, honestly?

It was kind of perfect.

Alexia looked over at me after training the next day and just smirked. “Still better because I’m here?”

I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile.

“Shut up.”

~~~

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[evilwickedme]

Help me, a disabled transmasc with no income, save my traumatized cat

Bug, who survived October 7th, is currently being hospitalized for liver failure and possibly blockage in his bile ducts and/or jaundice. The minimum cost of his hospitalization is 2000 USD, but since they told us that it's unlikely that we'll get him back in under 3 days the cost is closer to 3000 USD, and may go all the way up to 4000. My only income is my disability check, which goes to cover rent and utilities and leaves very little to use to cover such a huge and unexpected expense. Please if you can, donate to my ko-fi to help save my boy:

(if you're Israeli, DM me for details on how else you can send me money)

@not-the-blue is offering some commissions to people who've donated (minimum $10 donation). Contact her for details, she is a fantastic artist and I've commissioned her multiple times. Below the cut are some of my favorite pieces of hers & some of my commissions (including one I forgot to post oops) as well as more details about Bug's life so far

More Bug details:

My boyfriend and I adopted Bug last summer, with the hopes that having a friend would calm my other cat down a little. Originally I was going to call him Spike - my other cat's name is Buffy - but what we got was not the skinny boy he looked like in the pictures, but an overweight, tail-less creature that looked, well, kind of bug-like. Over the past ten months he has been slowly - SLOWLY - losing weight as he has been playing with Buffy and eating a steady healthy amount of food.

He came to us deeply traumatized, having been found locked in a room in the south on October 7th with shrapnel in his tail, necessitating its removal (there's not even a nub!). At first he was quite skittish, although over the past ten months he has warmed up to us steadily, and a few weeks ago he actually sat on me for the first time! Kind of hilariously and also tragically, he's afraid of the dark, and when we go to sleep he spends a good half hour every night crying at the top of his lungs, and guys - you've never heard a cat that sounds more like just straight up a baby, it can be so distressing to hear.

Over the past week he very suddenly started deteriorating fast. He started coughing, throwing up this green foam, stopped crying at night, spent most of the day hidden under the bed, wasn't eating as much and eventually at all. We took him to the vet the moment we could, and they said he needed to be taken to the ER to be hospitalized *now*. So we rushed him there, and were eventually told he's probably going to need several days of hospitalization. The itemized bill made me cry even harder than I was already crying - I can't afford to take care of my boy.

Buffy also got sick earlier this year, although in a much less serious manner, and she has an appointment that will probably result in most of her teeth getting taken out next month, in itself not a cheap process but nowhere near as expensive as this. And because of the war with Iran, my one source of income for this month was literally canceled - no public events when missiles could land at any moment.

We're already at over 25% of the goal reached, which means the world to me. Still, the goal is a minimum - it may very well end up being much, much more expensive. Your help has been so appreciated - I've gotten some very generous donations, but also just the people who've shared it and the kind words people have sent with their donations. Thank you thank you thank you

[k-ast]

how tartaglia reacts when you're drunk and don't recognize him

tartaglia x gn!reader

part 2 is now here

sfw, drunk reader, angst, some fluff, reader has been hurt in prev relationships

A/N: i don't usually post stuff like this hehe, idk what changed my mind to!! hope you enjoy🤭

You had told him if you didn't come home before 2, he should probably come pick you up.

"Hey, you're here!" Hu Tao beams at Tartaglia.

"Thanks for watching them," he grins and gestures to you sitting at the counter.

"Yeah, dude, of course."

Tartaglia stares at you for a little while. He still can't get over how pretty you are, the curve of your nose, the ways your eyes kiss in the corners. Your hair looks surprisingly neat for someone who's drunk. Your expression is distant, finger trailing along the edge of the glass. You seem to be drinking vodka? He thought you didn't like vodka.

Sliding an arm around your shoulders, he leans to whisper in your ear, "Hey, pretty, you ready to go?"

You leap back into the present.

Looking puzzled, you push his arm off of you, saying, "Please don't call me that."

He blinks, a ghost of a smile still on his face. "Haha... what?"

Their faces mirror each other in confusion.

"I'm not going home with you, I have a boyfriend," you say, turning back to the half filled glass.

It clicks in Tartgalia's head, and a teasing grin forms. "A boyfriend, huh? Can I fight him for you?"

"You'd lose," you reply flatly, deadpan.

Dropping himself into the seat next to you and propping up his cheek, he says, "Tell me about this boyfriend of yours."

He watches his lover's expression brighten, like you forgot the entire exchange that just happened.

"Oh, he's the sweetest," you gush immediately. "And he makes me laugh so much, and he's so lively and good with people, but he's so hardworking and stubborn and, ugh, he's so beautiful. How is it possible to be so beautiful?"

His heart is about to explode all over Hu Tao's kitchen counter. His mind can't believe it, he's the reason your face is a beautiful, dreamy, rambling mess.

And you're not done. "I don't deserve him," you say, "I wish I could do something for him, but he always says I don't have to."

Because you don't have to, my dove, Tartaglia thinks. You're doing more than enough already.

Your expression suddenly snaps. "Shit. I'm a terrible person. I need to go home."

Tartaglia snaps out of his own trance in alarm. "Why?"

"He's at home now, and I'm out here getting wasted." You rub your face and search for your bag and phone.

"Woah, hey, you're drunk," he holds you by the shoulders, "I'm taking you home."

"Just because you're literally gorgeous doesn't mean you get to touch and take home random people!" You smack his hands off of you, again. Tartaglia's not sure if he should cry or laugh.

You cover your mouth in surprise at your own words. "Holy fuck, I'm a terrible person," you whisper. "Am I allowed to call someone who isn't my boyfriend gorgeous?"

He's convinced alcohol makes your brain overthink twice as fast as it usually does.

He also thinks it's a dumb question. Have I given them the impression they can't speak their mind?

He thinks it's okay. "Of course you are," he tells you instead, frowning. "He's not a good boyfriend if you have to be allowed to do something."

"No, he's a great boyfriend!" you say instantly. "I just-" You cut yourself off with a sigh and chew on your fingernail. There's a loud thumping in his heart as he waits for you to continue.

"I never know about these things," you say finally. "I feel like he never really tells me how he truly feels. I don't know if there's something I do that actually bothers him. And I'm..." You rub your nose bridge. "I'm scared to ask."

Tartaglia is quiet for a long moment. What he has cleverly deduced from this is that his lover is scared of him. All pride he'd felt earlier from making you swoon is now replaced by a sick feeling of self hatred.

"Maybe there's just nothing you do that really bothers him," he suggests softly, trying to lighten the mood.

Your expression turns glum. Fuck, was that the wrong thing to say? He mentally kicks himself.

"That can't be right," you sigh. "When I have nightmares, he always wakes up to comfort me. I'm pretty sure that pisses him off. And he always says it's okay too, but-" you blink rapidly, like blinking away tears. Tag winces.

"But then he... he takes longer in the shower, adds more caffeine to his coffee. And- and he'll eat less of the breakfast I make him."

"Oh," he says smartly, running out of things to say. He should've paid more attention to the little things, knowing that of course you would.

You shake your head and squeeze your slightly glassy eyes shut. After mumbling to yourself, "stop oversharing to strangers" twice, you put the cork back in the vodka bottle and set your glass in Hu's sink after pouring it down the drain.

"Anyway," you turn to him when you're done, "goodnight, I guess. Thanks for listening?"

"I'll walk you home," he offers again, softly.

You hesitate. Of course you hesitate.

"You're drunk," he reminds you. "I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind as long as you get home safe."

You give in. You let him put his coat around your shoulders, but you don't put your hands through the sleeves.

Halfway home, you just stop walking.

"Love?" Tag tilts his head at you. "Darling, what's wrong?"

You blink a few times. "Tartaglia?"

He grins. "Yes, hi. You recognize me now?"

You blink again. Then a smile starts to spread, and you forget the reason for your daze. You put your arms into the sleeves of his coat. "Yes," you say sheepishly. "Hey, you."

A hand is held out for him to hold.

Their talk can wait for next morning.

sorry if tartaglia is a little ooc! thank you for reading 🫶 might post a part two where he comforts you about it?

[iovesentry]

you’ll be safe here joaquin torres x reader

summary: you thought you’ve moved on from it, put it all in the past. but how could you? you literally witnessed the most important person in your life, sacrifice himself in front of you. that haunted you for the rest of your life, even in your dreams.

warning(s): reader is an og avenger, witnessed tony starks death, tony used to be readers father figure, nat is alive and winterwidow makes a tiny part of the story!!!

A/N: sorry for the lack of posts guys! i’ve had no ideas whatsoever, but i promise i’ll post more soon!!

flashes of the fight kept swarming your thoughts, dreams, and even your daily life. you never forgot his face—the mad titan—the face that took away the life of the person you loved the most. remembering how the mad titan had you in his grasp, almost taking away your life. that moment kept on replaying over and over again in your dreams, dreams that turned into nightmare.

“you will be shrinked into nothing, you will witness the snap of the glove and watch everyone you love–including yourself–disappear.” thanos held your neck in his hands, slowly squeezing it. you thought it was the end, that you’ll finally find peace.

you woke up from your nightmare, drenched in sweat. getting up from your bed, you went to the bathroom and splashed your face with water. it just kept haunting you over and over again that you had to go to therapy because of it. you wished it would all go away, get tony back.

you put on a robe and slippers and made your way out of your room, going to the kitchen to get something to eat. you remembered there was leftover pizza from earlier that sam ordered, so you were looking forward to eating that. when you got to the kitchen, you were met by joaquin.

“hey, couldn’t sleep?” he asked you as you went to the fridge to get the pizza. “yup. nightmare, as always. you?” you took two slices of pizza from the box and placed it on a plate to microwave. glancing at the time on the oven, it showed 12:30 AM.

“do you… wanna talk about it?” he asked you, concern laced in his voice. joaquin always listened to your problems, whether that was about the team, a mission, something about the past, or about yourself. he always knew what right words to say too—thats what you loved about him—even though people always thought he was just a flirt.

hearing the microwave ding made you snap out of your thoughts, taking the plate and placing it beside where joaquin sat.

“uh, you know–the usual nightmares. the battle with.. thanos.” hearing your own voice crack was embarrassing, especially in front of joaquin. “he just- i miss tony. i keep remembering how it felt to be in the grasp of that mad titan. i know he’s gone but—i just can’t seem to forget, you know?” before you knew it, your eyes were already filled with tears, the pizza long forgotten at this point.

“hey, hey, hey. look, you’re the bravest person i’ve ever known. you fought him and helped save the world. i know tony would be proud of the person you’ve become now. you’re probably one of the reasons why he did it. you were one of his motivations in life.” he says the right words again. you felt his hands cup your cheeks and dry your tears, but despite that, the tears kept coming anyways.

you were now face to face with joaquin on the barstool of the kitchen, hiding your face in his chest as he cradles you and rubs your back, letting you cry in his arms. you didn’t know how long you were crying for, but eventually you calmed down. looking at his tear-soaked shirt, apologizing immediately.

“hey, sweet girl, its okay. it’ll dry off or i can just change shirts.” you wiped your tears and stared at him, admiring his current state. “thank you, joaquin. i owe you a lot.” looking down at your pizza, you took a bite and offered the other slice to joaquin. you both ended up moving to the living room and talked until 2 AM, yawning profusely.

he was talking about a random topic until he noticed you went silent. looking at you beside him, you fell asleep. your head was resting on his shoulder the entire night but he didn’t notice when you dozed off. being so careful, he got up and carried you bridal style to your room. thankfully, you and joaquin were on the same level in the compound.

he opened your door and carefully closed it, hoping not to wake your room neighbors. he placed you on your bed, tucking you in. he didn’t forget to remove your slippers and robe, putting them back to where you always place them. as he was about to leave, he felt you grab his arm.

“joaquin, can you stay. please?” sleep was evident in your voice and in your face. you were scared you might’ve made him uncomfortable, but seeing him take off his slippers and joining you in your bed, you were relieved. you rolled over to face him—still distancing yourselves a bit—looking at him make himself comfortable.

“thank you for staying, joaquin. good night.” unbeknownst to you, he didn’t sleep immediately, but he watched you fall asleep. not in a weird, creepy way, but in a way where he’s admiring how your chest rises and falls. how peaceful your face looks when you’re not stressed. how beautiful you were looking even though you’re sleeping.

“good night, pretty.” joaquin fell asleep after that, slowly snuggling to get closer to you. you both ended up cuddling throughout the night. what joaquin didn’t realize is bucky and natasha heard both of you enter your room, even hearing the closing and opening of the door. they waited until joaquin would exit your room but after waiting for about 10 minutes and yet no sign of joaquin, they looked at each other and high fived.

“do you think they finally confessed?” bucky asked natasha, earning a slap to his chest as they both also went to sleep. “hey, leave them be, james. at least joaquin is a natural at it, you were a fumbling mess whenever you used to speak to me before.” natasha chuckled, remembering her and buckys cute dates. “who said i’m not a fumbling mess anymore?” natasha laughed at that, snuggling closer to buckys side and pulling the comforter over them.

safe to say you slept peacefully that night. and the next. and the next again. until forever, for you and joaquin.

[tweetybaird]

old draft i didn’t wanna post but i’m gonna anyways

just a lil blurb about jj being pegged

cw: mommy kink, pegging, cockwarming, overstim, crying during sex

i have a severe problem with the lack of fics about pegging jj because i KNOW he’d take it so good

{•~•}

jj was miserable. he had tears rolling down his cheeks, and he couldn’t stop sniffling. he’d been like this for hours, not allowed to move. you’d caught him jerking off when you got home from work earlier, and even though it’s not a rule of his, you thought it was a perfect opportunity to do something you’d been thinking about for weeks now.

his thighs trembled from their place on either side of your hips, legs getting sore from the way he straddled you. your strap was pressed deep inside of him, making his tummy feel all full, but it wasn’t enough. he had his head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist squeezing every so often.

“mama,” he whined, burying his face into your neck as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. you gave a noncommittal hum, acknowledging him as if you forgot he was there. “can i move? please? ‘ve been good ma, please.” you sighed mournfully, like it was such a daunting task having to please him.

he was caught off guard when you moved, arms wrapping around his back to keep him in place as you rolled over, pinning him on his back. he let out a loud gasp, hands holding tightly onto the pillow under his head. you grabbed onto his hips tightly, finger nails digging into the skin there. you immediately began moving, slamming further into him with every thrust.

the boy was too far gone to speak, letting out little “ah, ah, ah” noises with every movement of your hips. you taunted him as you moved, leaning down to press your lips against his ear. “awh, poor baby. can’t take it, huh? it’s alright. mama’s gonna take care of you.” jj’s face burned bright red, a mix of embarrassment and arousal making him blush.

“m-mama, gon’- AH - mh, ‘m gonna cum mama.” the blonde cried out, thighs tensing around your hips. you sped up your movements, strap pressing deep inside of jj. soon he made a sound much like a sob, body trembling as cum spurt out the bright red tip of his cock, coating his happy trail and most of his lower stomach. your thrusts slowed to a stop as he came, your hands rubbing his thighs gently.

jj sighed contentedly, thighs relaxing and body sinking into the covers beneath him. he let out a yelp when you began moving again, hips starting their quick thrusts once more. “mama wait i-,” he cried, cut off by his own moans. “silly boy,” you began, “you thought we were done?”

[hyeitsrim]

do you even know that I want you? | one-shot pt.3!! (N.RK)

“Love's gonna get you killed; But pride's gonna be the death of you, and you and me” kendrick lamar, pride | no warnings, just a lot of depressing shit, DOWN BAD YNNNN, angst, cursing, nonchalant riki and mayb yn too??? gasp, no ending yet, also mentions of giselle from aespa (forgot to mention this in the last part), sunoo, jungwon and hanni from njz | [wc: 1.1k]

taglist: @annybah @foggychildfun @suhiiiies-blog

part 1 and part 2!!

—why has he not replied to your messages? it’s been days, days since you both last talked (it never went on this long) and days since that incident with the girl…

if he is now with her, he would tell you right?

you decided to give him one last chance. you scrolled through your fyp and found a funny video, sending it to him. you stared at your screen, watching as the video turned from sent to seen. you waited, waited and waited… he went offline. wtf?

you can’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at you, eating your soul away piece by piece before you quickly exit the app and let out a sigh. if this is how he wanna play it then fine, two can play this game. you went into your friends’ group chat, typing out a message, “guys let’s hangout”

giselle almost respond immediately, “Y/N SPEAKING UP FOR A HANGOUT??? ARE PIGS NOW FLYING?”. Jungwon was the next one: “omg, calm ur ass down it’s not like she won a grammy or sum also yes to y/n”. Hanni responded next, “YESYEYESYSYEYEYYSS!!”. Sunoo was the last one to respond, “omfg sure, i missed this sm”

You smirked at your friends’ eagerness to hangout and sent them a location to hangout at before you got ready and went out.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

you all gathered at the cafe with giselle by your side and Jungwon and Hanni sticking together by the hip. you and giselle rolled your eyes at the two love birds before you turned to Sunoo, the plan still fresh in your head. the plan was: take a photo with Sunoo and stand extremely close to him, post it and make riki jealous. you know it’s childish, immature even but you have held back all of your pettiness for too long.

“sunoo, picture?” you asked, turning to him while waving your phone in the air, “sure!” he said as he scooted closer to you when you held your phone up, making sure he was in frame with you. you flashed a small smile at the camera, reaching up to poke sunoo’s cheek before click! the picture was taken. you stared at the pic and smiled to yourself, already feeling excited to post this up later.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

it was a little later and the pictures were posted, including the one with sunoo. almost immediately, riki was the first one to view it and liked it. then, you got a notification.

NOTIFICATION: nishiiiii sent a new message

your heart skipped a beat at the notification and you quickly clicked on it, your eyes roaming around the screen in anticipation. the screen to your chat loaded and riki typed, “wowowow, who’s the guy btw?”. you stared at his message, fingers hovering above the keyboard, “a friend. why? jealous?” you typed out with a smirk.

riki stared at your message, wanting to type out a ‘yes’ to it but held back because of... pride? “no js curious” he typed out before going offline. you felt your eye twitching at the indifference in his message and felt even more infuriated when he went offline. “so how was the party the other day? u js suddenly disappeared and i never saw u”

it took him a while to get back online and he quickly replied to your message, “eh, nothing much, just got drunk and went home with this one girl” he sent. you felt your insides crashing down at his message that confirmed your suspicions, “are u with her now?”

the three bubbles then appeared but disappeared for a few seconds before popping up again, a message finally coming up, “jealous?” he typed back like your earlier message. you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry at that point. “what if i am?” you typed nervously but quickly discarded it, “nvm, forget it”

riki saw your text and frowned, but didn’t type out any more messages oh because he has too much pride and his ego is sky-high. you saw that he didn’t reply to your message but was still online. well, shit, the plan has gone miserably and terribly wrong because you’re still at square one. fuck this shit, you’ll start ignoring him at school too.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

at school, you were waking to class with giselle though your eyes were somewhere else.

that’s when you saw him, he was with his friends, talking and some girls batting their lashes at him. he saw you and he smiled at you, raising a hand up to wave at you. you saw him and gave him a deadpan face before turning back to giselle, not even bothering to wave at him.

riki noticed this and wanted to catch up to you, ask why the hell were you like this but he held back, he wasn’t supposed to be the one chasing girls, it should be the opposite. so he stayed rooted to his spot, his eyes following after you.

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作者.ᐟ: sent my crush a vid abt his dih being small (im sry i was trying to make convo) and he said 'howd yk' i said 'they're cameras in ur house'.... rate my rizz gais (also if u want part 4 js comment!!) xoxo hyerimm

Part 4!

[z-eel]

not sure if you're into more kids asks, but jegulily rising their kids together is kind of my guilty pleasure 👉👈 so maybe.........

something something jegulily birthday post, forgot how it went so consider this my gift...

jegulily give me the vibe of have two or three kids, im not sure why. like in my mind James has always wanted a sibling and know how great it because of the marauders while Lily and Regulus remembers their earlier years when they were unbearable from their older siblings, so two/three kids.

two v one in that house at all times, James says one thing, Lily aposees it and one look from Regulus has James cowering in fear. same thing the other way. James decides to play a prank, Regulus chastises him and Lily's eyes have James bowing his head in apology. the kids know better than to ask James permission for anything important by now.

not sure why but I think it's two boys one girl, it goes boy, girl, boy. Harry is the first born but the other came five years later with only one year in between them, it was not fun taking care of a newborn and a troublemaker of a toddler with a spoiled kid who's doesn't really like the concept of sharing his parents.

but when the kids are older, Harry crying saying he doesn't want to leave for school because who is going to take care of his siblings. and Lily's holding him, cooing that he such a good big brother and that his siblings ate going to miss him, it only makes Harry cry more.

Regulus and James make sure to take all three of their kids to say goodbye at the train station. Sirius and Remus were there as well ready to take those toddlers out of jegulus arms.

the train leaves and Regulus is the one who crying because all he can remember is the lonely feeling of not having his brother by his as he bordered the train and Lily is quick to hug him but she can remember that same feeling.

they get back home and the feel Harry absence, but they try their best, hard to go on a day and not call down for dinner, or asking has Harry eaten today, or love can you check on Harry he's being awfully quiet today. it's like a heartbreak every time.

the one who missed him most is James because they could play quidditch together, Regulus could only ever join when the other two were sleeping but without Harry to mess round with its not as fun.

their little girl is also named after a star, while the boy will be named after a flower/plant. they'd call the girl shooting star or starlight, while the boy would be called sunshine or morning dew.

Lily teaches them all things muggle, Regulus teaches them all thing pureblood anf James teaches them all things mischief and fun.

McGonagall is cursing the world for sending her another Potter and Black pair, first James and Sirius, next Harry and Draco (those two are always fighting smh) and now Harry's siblings... that poor woman knows no rest. it's worse yet because they have James' mischief, Regulus' attitude, and Lily's intelligence, yeah no one's safe.

[narcjsistx]

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: Hopefully your requests are still open. What do you think Shion would be like as a big brother? I can definitely imagine Ran judging Shion for being a lousy sibling. (Also I hope you are doing alright today) @kikaicore

HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 💘

— Shion Madarame as a big brother HCS ᡣ𐭩

Privacy and calm do not exist with him. He enters the room without knocking, leaves his things lying around and accuses you of eating his stuff when he forgot he ate it a few hours earlier. He loves seeing you angry because he loves to use the excuse "I'm the big brother, you have to obey me"

As a child, your parents forced you to take close-up photos when you visited a new place. The photos are essentially all of you crying, him making faces or you pulling each other's hair. In fact, if you browse your family album, you will hardly find a photo in which you are close and composed

Until a few years ago you had a YouTube channel where you posted videos of Shion hitting the punching bag or you explaining how to survive an unpleasant brother. The channel became successful for an unknown reason and when Shion joined Tenjiku, Rindou teased him for the channel

Kind of brother who says he doesn't care about you but on your first date stalks you all the time, accompanied by Mochi and Ran, to see what the guy you date wants to do

In the remote, VERY remote case, you were to date a boy who is part of Tenjiku, such as one of the Haitani brothers, Kakucho or Sanzu, he would partially agree. It really depends on which guy you choose; he has no problem with Kakucho but he wouldn't trust Sanzu or even the Haitans. It must be said, however, that the very concept of his 'friend' being with you in a romantic way annoys him

Your quiet moments are exclusively when you have something interesting to tell each other. Gossip, gossip and more gossip! He doesn't show it but he's actually a great listener when it comes to these things, he loves to mind other people's business

When he came home with his huge tattoo, you were the only one in the family who seemed thrilled. Your mother would have killed him, your father was even tempted to throw him out of the house... you, on the other hand, were extremely fascinated, even though initially you didn't like the drawing very much

Unexpectedly, a fairly close-knit group was born between you, him and the Haitani brothers. He and Ran always joke that they are responsibility personified, you and Rindou just want to beat them up. Going out at night, making noise in Roppongi and Shibuya festivals are your main activities. Shion wasn't too happy about the idea of ​​hanging out with the two guys with you, but hey, as long as they don't screw up...

[dilemmaontwolegs]

i know u have a gazillion requests but what if we spice up that Carlos fic? if you decide to do a pt 3. maybe Carlos is once again is frustrated because of the penalty after a good quali and has sex with Rebecca cuz he can't find the model. a lil angst

It’s no secret, I’m in an angsty kinda writing mood at the moment 😅 I also forgot who was meant to be the toxic one...and now it's both of them.

Lady in Red (3) || CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, manipulation WC: 1.5k

One || Two || Three || Four

You had been called away to work just before qualifying finished. You and half a dozen other models were asked to stand behind the top three drivers and wave feather fans for the cameras while an Elvis impersonator pumped out his signature dance moves. 

From your position you could see the frustration on Carlos’ face. He had qualified second fastest yet he was going to have to start from 12th on the grid. You weren’t the only person in the area upset by the 10 place penalty and the Ferrari supporters were making their opinion known as they chanted for Carlos.

“Alright, sweethearts, we need you over at the Bellagio for some promo shots and then you’re free for the night,” one of the headset-clad organisers said to the group you were with before checking her watch. “Or should I say morning.”

The drive back from the Bellagio to the paddock seemed to take hours with the road closures and checkpoints, but finally you made it back. Knowing Carlos would be waiting somewhere for you, you scanned each floor to find him before heading straight to the top.

“Fuck, mi amor, this is what I need,” Carlos moaned. 

You froze at the sordid scene you had walked in on. Neither one saw you in the doorway of the darkened room, their backs to you as Carlos bent Rebecca over the desk and pounded into her. He curled her hair around his fist and pulled back so to expose the pleasure painted on her face. 

You didn’t even notice you were crying until a droplet fell from your cheek to land on your breast, the feather girl outfit he enjoyed on full display. You suddenly hated how exposed you felt in the ridiculous costume. It was almost as ridiculous as you - for thinking a man like him could change. 

“Take it, cariña, take it,” he stammered as you recognised the pinch of his brow. He was close. He was close to finishing and you were more than done with seeing it. 

You were conscious of your footsteps as you retreated from the room and descended downstairs. You just needed to make it to your dressing room so you could get your stuff and go. 

“Hey,” Charlotte called out as she caught your arm and pulled you to a stop with a friendly smile. “Carlos was looking for you earlier. Did you find him?”

“Yeah, I did,” you whispered, quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Don’t bother drafting up the breakup post.”

Her smile dimmed as confusion replaced it. “What breakup post?”

“Huh,” you laughed humorlessly as you shook your head at your stupidity. “The one Carlos clearly didn’t talk to you about. God, I am a fucking idiot.”

You left the track, heading straight back to your hotel room and before you even reached the room you saw Carlos’ name come up on your phone. You sent him straight to voicemail, again and again.

You barely slept as you thought about how humiliated you felt. You wanted to get him back but you weren’t innocent yourself. You knew your career would be over if you outed the relationship you had with Carlos, even if it made you feel better momentarily. No, you weren’t going to bloody your hands for him, there was already a stain on your soul for what you had knowingly done.

You were a survivor and you were smarter than your recent actions showed. You knew things about Carlos that he had been foolish enough to share in the unburdened state that came after sharing his bed. You were going to use it to your advantage and do what you did best, be the envy of every man.

You had turned your phone off when you arrived at the paddock for the race but it was going to be impossible to ignore Carlos when you were assigned to the Ferrari team. 

“Stacy, swap with me?” you begged as she waited for Charles to escort him to the grid. “Pleeeease.”

“Whatever, French boys aren’t my thing anyway,” she said with a grin before heading next door to Carlos’ side. 

“I’m not French,” Charles corrected as he stepped out of his room. “I’m Monégasque.”

“Today, you’re pole,” you said with a grin as you offered your elbow out to him. “Ready to go?”

You didn’t glance in Carlos’ direction as you accompanied Charles out onto the grid. You didn’t even have to fake enjoying the company as you found the Monégasque had a good sense of humour and made you laugh the entire way. 

From the slamming of Carlos’ car door you knew you were getting to him. Carlos’ fear was losing to his team mate and he was sick of always being compared to Charles Leclerc. 

Carefully angling the feather fan to hide your faces from the jealous driver, you leant in and wished Charles good luck for the race. To the fans, you were clearly talking, but to Carlos? He would always think the worst.

Charles was high with adrenaline when he arrived at the Bellagio after coming second place. It wasn’t the win he was obviously hoping for but you could see how happy he was with the result. 

“So, you like Charles now, huh?” Stacy whispered as she stood as you did, a fake smile on your faces as you lined the interview stage. 

You cast her a quick side glance and winked. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I know why you wanted to swap, Carlos acts like a fucking baby. He practically trashed his garage after Charlotte spoke to him about something. God, I wish I could have heard what that conversation was about.”

“Hmm, me too,” you said with a sick sense of delight as the interviews wrapped up. “Oh, finally, almost time to party.”

“You must be happy, proving Carlos wrong,” you teased Charles as you escorted him back to the Rolls Royce he arrived in. 

His steps faltered and he slowed his walk as his other podium finishers drifted further ahead. “What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s been telling everyone how much better a driver he is compared to you,” you stated with a shrug. It was an exaggeration, you had overheard him complaining to his father in the garage. “But you showed him.”

“A better driver?” Charles scoffed. “He is full of shit.”

He seemed to be in deep contemplation as he walked silently, until he reached the car and turned to you. “You should come to the after party.”

Carlos had already added you to the invite list but you smiled and batted your lashes as Charles. “Are you asking me?”

He blushed and laughed at himself as he nodded. “Would you like to come to the after party with me?”

“You don’t have a girlfriend do you?”

“No,” he laughed warmly. “I wouldn’t be asking to take you if I did.”

“Then I would love to go with you.” You gave him your room number that was conveniently in the same hotel as him, since both Ferrari drivers stayed in the same one. 

You already had the perfect dress waiting in your room and as you stood in front of the mirror you had to admit you looked stunning. The red dress was tailored to your body and the plunging neckline was risque and exactly what you envisioned it to be. You couldn’t wait to see Carlos’ face when you walked into the party on his teammate's arm.

“Hey,” you greeted as you opened the door after the knock, but it wasn’t who you expected to see on the other side. “Carlos, what are you doing here?”

His jaw fell slack, lips parting, as his eyes trailed down your body. “Mios dios, hermosa.”

You held your hand out, planting it on his chest as he stepped forward to kiss you. “Woah there, buddy, not happening.”

“Why not? Why have you been ignoring me?” he asked with genuine confusion.

“I saw you fucking Rebecca last night after Qualifying.”

He looked a little sheepish as he scratched the back of his heated neck. “I couldn’t find you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better when you call her ‘mi amor’ too?”

“I didn’t mean it, I-I was thinking about you,” his eyes widened as his voice went up a pitch. “I swear.”

You nodded sympathetically as you rubbed his arm. “Of course, like you were thinking about me when you didn’t have that chat with Charlotte. Yeah, I know you didn't, so just go back to your girlfriend.”

“But I want you,” he pouted as he bowed his head and looked up with big brown puppy dog eyes.

“But I don’t want you. Not anymore.” You gave him a push and he ceded the space in your doorway as the  elevator across the hall opened and Charles stepped out looking good in a pair of jeans and a fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. “Hey handsome,” you greeted him with a smile as you grabbed a black clutch with your phone and money. “Perfect timing.”

“You are breathtaking,” he said after a few blinks to recover from the sight of you. He smiled as he brushed past Carlos to kiss your cheek, ignoring the Spaniard completely. “Ready to go, chérie?”

You took his hand and sent a dark smile in Carlos’ direction as you passed by. “See you around, red man.”

Click here for part four.

[dasiesanddarkness]

hoping to make someone cry so here’s the first chapter of my fic (it doesnt have a name but i posted a summary a little while ago that you can find here) thats all angst, all hurt no comfort. enjoy :)

“What are you doing?”

“Going to Nina’s.”

Wylan flinched, but Jesper hadn’t been looking to see it. He just grabbed his keys from the dish by the door, the one Wylan had put there months ago to keep Jesper from leaving them around their apartment and losing them, and walked out. The door slammed behind him, but Wylan didn’t jump. He didn’t blink, he barely breathed. He waited for Jesper to walk back in, to drop his keys back into the little bowl and smile that sad smile so Wylan could say he was sorry. Jesper would apologize too, because he always did, and Wylan would say it was okay, that they’d go to sleep and talk about it in the morning. They’d fall asleep curled up against each other and talk about it the next morning over coffee and pancakes Jesper would probably burn because he forgot they were still on the stove. It would be okay, because Jesper wouldn’t leave him. Because Jesper had promised, over a year ago, that he would never leave him.

Jesper never walked back through the door.

Wylan’s phone was still sitting on the floor from when he’d dropped it earlier. He picked it up, vaguely recognized the color of Nina’s contact in a notification on his screen through the blur of tears, and turned it off. He dropped it again, back to the floor so he wouldn’t be tempted to turn it on again until the morning.

Jesper had promised he wouldn’t leave him.

Wylan had not made keeping that promise easy. He couldn’t count the times he’d been too cruel, too distant, too tetchy. He couldn’t count the times he’d apologized, or the times Jesper had accepted his apology with a smile and a kiss. He couldn’t count the times he’d tried to push Jesper away, or the times Jesper hadn’t budged an inch, always whispering the same words.

“I won’t ever leave you. There’s nothing you could do to make me. Promise.”

Wylan’s therapist had told him to find something that calmed him, that was easy and manageable when most of his energy was taken up by thinking the same destructive thoughts on repeat. Wylan had found making tea helped. He couldn’t bring himself to walk to the kitchen.

He ended up in their guest room. He didn’t want to see their bed, empty because Jesper hadn’t kept his promise. Because Wylan had finally made doing so too difficult to be worth the payoff at the end. He didn’t want to see the shirts strewn across their floor or the jumble of rings next to their sink. He might die if he did, might shrivel up and wilt because Jesper had promised he wouldn’t leave him. Jesper had promised he wouldn’t leave him. Jesper had left him.

Wylan had no doubt he’d wake up to a still empty apartment and texts from his friends. He didn’t want their pity, but craved their attention. He was destructive like that. He took advantage of what people offered him, held it too tight in greedy hands until they got sick of him and took it back. There was no one to blame for this but himself. If he hadn’t been so stupid, so annoying and stubborn and fucking awful, Jesper might still be here. He might have kept his promise.

He wished he was mad. It would be so much easier to hate Jesper for leaving, or for starting the fight, or to call Inej and vent about all the ways Jesper had fucked up, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t, because he’d known this would happen eventually. He’d known that Jesper would realize that he was better off without the endless baggage Wylan carried, without his constant mood swings and bad temper and countless failings. It was astonishing Jesper had kept him around as long as he had. But Wylan had been certain that one day his endless patience would run out, and he’d been right. He’d been right, and he couldn’t be mad about it, only grateful it hadn’t happened sooner.

Even in their guest bedroom, he can’t escape the memory of Jesper. The sheets were purple, and the comforter a paisley green. Both had been Jesper’s pick, and Wylan had been too smitten to even consider saying no. Looking at them, feeling them, being near them, made him feel sick, but he needed to sleep. If he was asleep he couldn’t think about the millions of ways he’d fucked up, or hope Jesper would come back and be disappointed when he never did.

Laying in bed alone was hard. He’d done it since they started dating, but it was different now. It was different because before, he’d had Jesper’s contact open, the voice messages about how much he missed him playing on repeat. He’d had some kind of security in the knowledge that they would be reunited soon. That as weird as it was to sleep alone, it wouldn’t be forever. He had no such comfort now.

It took hours for him to finally fall asleep, but eventually, he managed. When he woke up, Jesper still had not returned.

[theoppositequeens]

violet and bodhi friendship fic for the ask game please!!! (and i was following you before, i am dumb and clicked the unfollow button instead of the ask )

<33333

Hahhaha forgot to answer your ask for like 10 min because I opened the document and got caught up and started writing it again...

Either way, here's some for you! @bodhidurrans also asked for some earlier so if you scroll back in my posts you'll find more!

"The last conversation we had at the lake, before it all went to Malek's realm in a handbasket... He was warning me." Violet's face is so pale in the glow of the mage lights, she looks like a ghost. "I asked him why he thought Xaden was so unsuitable for me, why he was warning me off a man he clearly loved and admired, and he told me he knew where Xaden's loyalties lie. He implied they were not with me. He was right."

Bodhi sighs. His hand on Violet's back stills. It's a delicate balancing act to talk about Xaden with Violet, but he has to try. 

"He was partially right," Bodhi allows. "Xaden is always aware of the lives he carries on his back. He does put them first. But you're important to him. I know that, you know that.” Bodhi hesitates, because it isn’t his place and Xaden would kill him for saying this, but– “Whatever issues are between you, I hope for the sake of my cousin that you can resolve them. Because he'll be a mess if he loses you."

Violet doesn't answer, and for a while they stand in silence, her crying tapering off. "He talks – talked about me?" She asks, and she sounds so damn insecure. 

What the fuck have you done, Xaden?!

Bodhi wants to scream at his cousin. 

Find the WIP ask game here.

[thunderousjustice]

Okay, let me just leave my university behind. I would like to present to you all the cover art for my AU that I secretly made while I was busy with my university missions.

This is just the cover for my AU in case I finish the story. The full story is not finished yet (and probably won't be out anytime soon for sure, so don't expect too much from this part because it has some sensitive topics that I have to edit to make it not come off as "disrespectful").

I just realized that I haven't told you who the main characters of my AU are yet, or what makes them special, so I'm going to present the illustration below, along with some descriptions of my AU. (I know I should have done this earlier, but I forgot okay? I've been so busy lately, so better late than never.)

The story in my AU is set in the United Kingdom.

Why? Well, most of the nationalities I assign to Abgerny characters in my AU are from the UK, so there's no need to guess too much about where the story takes place. Characters with other nationalities are just because they moved there or their family was born there, nothing more complicated than that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Okay, here are the main characters in the Pre-Apocalyptic Arc.

I just wanted them to be-

Why did I choose Kori, Marvin, and Molly as the main characters in the Pre-Apocalyptic Arc? Well...

Just kidding, there's more to it than that. In my story, Kori and Marvin were born into a very influential class, so they would have quite an impact on the backgrounds of the other characters due to their status. Molly, on the other hand, got herself involved in something she shouldn't have, just because of her long-held motives, making her a target for a group that didn't want anyone to discover their secret works.

The story is mostly told through the perspectives of these three characters, and it's usually about their daily lives. The story may have some changes to the perspectives of other characters, but the story is mostly told from the perspectives of these three characters.

Okay, now on to the main characters in the Post-Apocalyptic Arc.

Why did I choose Juan, Juana, and Wally as the main characters in the Poat-Apocalyptic Arc?

Well, in my story, Juan and Juana are known for their strong leadership and excellent fighting skills, so they easily qualify as the main characters. As for Wally... well, I just wanted him to have some character development since there was a point in the Pre-Apocalyptic Arc where it was clearly set up that Wally would play a major role in the Post-Apocalyptic Arc to atone for his actions in the past. Also, Wally has some pretty good leadership and fighting skills in the story, so he's qualified as well.

Most of the story in this arc will focus on the survival of the Abgerny characters from the group of infected that is always chasing them. Juan, the leader of the group, must shoulder all the responsibility for the survival of the group. During the journey, the group will find little by little clues that will lead to the truth behind the apocalypse that has wreaked havoc across the world.

Okay, that's all for the introduction of the main characters of each Arcs. Many people at this point must have one main question they want to ask for sure:

Why isn't Vurr/Vanessa the main character in my AU?

Well, the reason is something like this, as shown in the picture below.

What happened? Why is Vurr crying in the picture? Well, Vurr in my AU is quite mentally weak due to stress from various things (mostly work and finances). So Vurr is usually cheerful on the outside, but when she's inside, she becomes gloomy on the inside. Vurr represents an ordinary person who lives her life day by day without any special abilities and keeps a close eye on influential people's movements from a distance via sight or social media. In the Pre-Apocalyptic Arc, Vurr still has a role to play, but in the Post-Apocalyptic Arc, her role is immediately lost as she is kidnapped by a mysterious organization and she is only mentioned by name through the mouths of the characters who knows her, lol.

But don't worry for those who love Vurr and are afraid that she won't have an important role in the story. She still has an important role, especially in the Post-Apocalyptic Arc. It's just that her important role will come in the form of when she's in the VR world, and will come in the form of her interacting with other characters in VR form (in the Post-Apocalyptic Arc, there will be some scenes that cut to Vurr's POV to reduce some of the tension of the story).

Okay, that's all for this post. Next time, I might continue talking about the character relationships or expand on the meaning of the infected in my AU, what they are like, and why I keep emphasizing that these guys are extremely dangerous. As for what the story will be like... stay tuned for the next episode. :)

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Be my Valentine (preview)

Carolina / Carol/ Nina - oc main character

idol!Scoups and doctor!oc

friends to lovers, fluff

song: Carolina, Carol Bela - Toquinho

notes in the end!!

The cafeteria was much more crowded than usual and Carol noticed this before she even entered the place. There was something going on and she and her friends would soon find out.

-My God, who is it? Who is the famous person who came to this coffee shop and dragged a crowd of people in here, making me have to stand in this HUGE queue? - Eunwoo complained as soon as he got to his feet.

- Woo, it's not that big of a deal, it'll clear up in no time, buddy. And another thing, you mustn't even be important, these people pay a lot of attention to nothing.

Eunwoo just rolled his eyes, having to agree with Carol. However, looking around once more, Nina realized who the famous people were.

- Okay, maybe they're "nothing"... - she said, regretting the words she had used.

-Do you know them? - Minho asked, stretching a little to observe.

-Yes, they're that kpop group I showed you last week - she repeated Minho's gesture, to see if she could spot any other members. Until she noticed someone who was already staring at her: Choi Seungcheol. He seemed to be trying to remember where he knew her from and, when she finally looked at him, he did indeed recognize her. He remembered all the times they'd gone to each other's houses, all the times they'd shared a phone in the playground, all the times she'd gone away on vacation to visit her family and left him crying at the airport, but he also remembered all the times she'd come home and he'd greeted her with the warmest hug of all.

He then waved at her with a smile growing on his face and she waved back. The friends behind her wondered where they knew each other from, but as soon as the queue moved on and the fans began to crowd around the group again, they had the opportunity to ask.

- So? Who is he and where do you know him from? - Yeji started the questioning.

- If she really does... - Minho teased.

- He's a childhood friend. We were neighbors and studied at the same school until he moved to become a trainee.

-Uhum... -Yeji murmured with an arched eyebrow in doubt. Those were the questions for now, but she knew there would be more soon.

And that would be quicker than she expected, because a few minutes after they left the café, a security guard handed her a piece of paper: a note from Choi Seungcheol.

In Brazil we don't have THE "Valentine's Day", but something similar and it's in june so I forgot to post it earlier lol sorry 😆

Her Choiseung.

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