#the girlfriend vibes are impeccable

[aturinfortheworse]

imagine that you live at home with your father, who you do not like, when one day without warning or context, two people--your father's best friends' friend's partner's children--who you have met twice, one of those times by accident, simultaneously message you with competing offers to live with them. they are prepared to haggle over rent in order to secure you as a housemate.

this is the experience my brother and i have planned for someone. me to replace him when he moves out, him as an additional housemate to the place he's moving into.

[madridfangirl]

I'm taking you home NOW!

(Jude Bellingham one-shot)

Summary: Jude sees his girlfriend at a club, tries to control himself as he watches her have the time of her life, but ultimately decides to take the matter in his own hands.

Inspired from an anon request.

Impromptu plans with the team was not a frequent occurrence for Jude. Their schedules just didn’t allow that.

So when the training was cancelled for the next morning and the team was wrapping up from Courtois’ documentary release event, a smaller (younger) group decided to extend the festivities of the night. 

That’s how they ended up in the private section of a high-end club in Madrid. It had a separate entrance, separate kitchen and a whole separate floor for the more ‘esteemed’ guests. With a tinted glass wall separating them from the section below. The glass was see-through from their side - they could enjoy the atmosphere outside but still be hidden from outside view, keeping their privacy intact. 

They had arrived late and the place was already buzzing. Music at high-decibels, along with the energy and vibe. 

As they waited for their large table to be set up, Jude looked through the glass at the upbeat scenes on the dance floor. The place was fairly crowded, yet no one seemed to mind. The DJ was top-notch, pausing the music in the middle to get people to sing along. Rallying them into stadium-like Mexican-waves. Taking their requests. Getting them to dedicate songs to each other. The mood was lit AF.

Just when he was about to turn around to find a seat, his eyes landed on a red dress. A very familiar fitted red dress. On a very familiar body.

The girl had his back to him, leaning over the counter to get the attention of the fit bartender amidst all the noise and crowd.

Once he noticed her, the bartender leaned even closer, trying to make out the drink she was asking for. That went on for a good while, and he finally grinned at her, pulling out the tequila glasses.

Jude was frozen in his spot. He didn’t need her to turn around to know that it was his girlfriend that the bartender was entertaining. That back, those curves, that hair, that ass, those legs - he could pick her out of a line-up in his sleep. And that dress. He had bought that fucking body-hugging dress for her. Something he hadn’t seen her in yet. Until now. 

He was too occupied to hear his teammates calling him from behind. Ultimately, Cama had to come over & smack his arm to get his attention. Before he could follow Jude’s line of sight, the boy recovered quickly, an impeccable smile donning his face. Most of the seats were already taken up. Jude had to find one with a clear view of the floor. So he had to manoeuvre (practically manhandle) Fran away from a corner seat, plopping next to Brahim. A confused looking Fran walking away to find another spot. 

What the fuck was she still doing at the counter? How long does it take to pour a fucking tequila shot? How was this guy a professional?

Maybe he’s taking it slow on purpose.

The bastard.

He craned his neck to get a better view. The guy was holding out salt & lemon in front of her, as she downed her shot. Smiling widely when she appeared to thank him. Jude nearly puked at the sight.

He felt a smack on his arm again, turning around to see Brahim waving the drinks menu in his face.

‘Whatever you’re having.’

He quickly dismissed the interruption & turned around, but she was gone. And the bartender was gone.

Before his mind could run wild, he thankfully placed her making her way through the crowd to the rest of her group, falling happily into her roommate’s arms as she lost her balance. Roma steadied her, and the girls giggled along like maniacs.

Yeah, she was drunk. Pissed drunk. And Jude knew how silly & carefree she got when she was so out of it. But at least she was with Roma, and a couple of other girls Jude could recognise from her pics. Looked like a fun girls night.

They had missed quite a few because work had been super hectic. Even this morning she was certain it would be a long night in office. But looked like something opened up for them as well. 

Good for her. She deserved to let her hair down once in a while. And paint the town red.

If only she could do that with him.

Once his profile shot through the roof since the world cup, and especially since the swashbuckling move to Madrid, Jude had been craving the everyday things he used to be able to do earlier. Like chilling at public places - clubs, cafes, amusement parks - without causing a stampede.

And since she had come into his life, the craving to go out & do regular couple stuff had intensified manifolds. But they had kept their relationship private, wanting to avoid the madness that would come from people getting to know. He couldn’t even take her out for a nice meal - some camera somewhere was always catching him. People constantly filming on their phones, even in the private sections sometimes.

Watching her live freely right now made his heart full - like he was living vicariously through her.

But it also made him ache - wanting to join her & be a normal 20 year old boy. To put his arms around her in a way that leaves no doubt that she was taken. If only he could have that once, just once.

The need to have her dance like that with him, swaying her hips against his body, was physically painful. Not that he was much of a dancer but he knew she’d make it work. Maybe he could throw a small party at his house, invite a few teammates who didn’t have a loose mouth and could keep a secret. And who had girlfriends / partners. Brahim & Fede could be good options. Yeah - he’d try to convince her. They could all dress up & have some fun together. Like regular young couples.

While his mind concocted all these wishful plans, he subconsciously downed every drink Brahim put in front of him. On to his fourth one now. In less than 15 mins.

‘You may wanna slow down, buddy.’

No response.

‘Jude.’

No response.

Jude had not turned his face fully, to not draw attention, but his eyes were still focused on her through his peripheral vision. He had been casually turning around and nodding in the middle to appear interested, but mentally he wasn’t present.

‘Boss might drop you in the next game. For Ceballos.’

Still no response.

Brahim laughed & elbowed him in the ribs.

‘Owww what the fuck?’

‘Who is she & where is she?’

‘What? I don’t understand.’

‘Yeah, cut the crap. Someone has clearly caught your attention. Now who’s the one?’

Brahim rose from his seat to try to look behind Jude’s frame but Jude caught him & pulled him down. Others looked at them curiously but Jude just laughed it off, saying he was drunk. They bought it; they were drunk too.

But not Brahim. He was a tanker.

‘Don’t.’

Jude gritted out slowly. 

‘Oh boy - you know her from before don’t you?’

Who the fuck made him this smart in such matters? He wished one of the other boys were there instead - they would have laughed it off with ‘I bet she’s hot’ or something. 

But not Brahim. He caught on. He observed as Jude shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to make a decision. It was like watching a golden retriever attempting to do trigonometry. 

Brahim laughed. Jude narrowed his eyes at him. The group called for another round of shots, still oblivious.

‘What’s funny?’

‘Your pathetic cover up.’

‘Oh shut up.’

Jude gulped his 5th drink - he wasn’t even sure which mix it was.

‘I…it’s complicated, mate.’

Brahim’s face softened. 

‘Hey, it’s fine. Don’t need to say anything. Let’s talk when you are ready.’

Jude wanted to. Talking to someone on the team would really help. They were the only ones who would get it. Maybe he could get some useful advice on how to handle the public aspect of the relationship. Brahim was just the guy for it.

But, not now. His mind was too scattered with her thoughts now to have this deep conversation.

‘Thanks.’

Brahim smiled & nodded softly.

‘Must be a special lady.’

Jude smiled back. 

‘But seriously, get a hold of yourself if you don’t want others to notice.’

The boys grinned at each other.

Jude turned to admire his special lady once more, who was waving to the music happily. A big smile on her face. Making her look all the more beautiful. The red looked gorgeous on her - the dress, the heels, the ruby lips. 

He couldn’t wait for the night to be over so he could take her home. 

With that thought, he let her be. And went back to his mates. For real this time.

Next 30 mins passed peacefully. 

And then, the DJ decided to screw with Jude. By playing salsa tracks. A romantic dance. A partner dance.

The floor cleared quickly and only the couples remained, dancing to the fast tunes in a close embrace. And, just as his luck would have it, he saw his girlfriend emerge on the floor with Roma, both giggling uncontrollably.

The girls held each other close, and started dancing like the other couples, taking turns on leading their partner.

Jude could’t take his eyes off Ananya. His breath hitched when he saw her spinning & shimmying & dipping in that atrociously tight dress, which kept inching up her thighs with her highly paced moves. She didn’t even notice. But he did. And he knew other guys around her would notice too.

If only he could build a shield around her. A barrier which no one could see past. 

If only he could hold her tight and be the person she was dancing so sensually with. Separating her from the crowd, their wandering eyes and sweaty bodies.

Unaware of how she was torturing her boyfriend, Ananya kept dancing like her life depended on it.   Swaying in sync with the beats, drawing attention to her firm round butt. 

Jude looked down at his pants, as if willing his body to behave. And counted back from 100 to 1 to not do something stupid. Like walking over to her right now.

She’d probably murder him, but at least this torture would end.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the music moved to lifts. The couples followed the beats, and the men lifted their partners off the ground in a variety of moves.

The girls obviously couldn’t do that. And Jude breathed a sigh of relief. But it was too soon.

An ugly, disgusting asshole approached Ananya, offering his sweaty, small hand to be her partner. She obviously refused, like Jude knew she would. But that split second was enough for Jude to lose his shit.

The longer that pig stayed around her, not getting the clear no, the harder Jude gripped his glass. Brahim covered for his friend, knowing he was out of it right now. 

The girls smartly decided to move to their table. Where their bags were. And Jude took the opportunity to dial her immediately. 

He saw her pull out her phone and smile adorably when she saw it was him calling. Both moved away from their tables, making excuses, finding a corner in their respective sections. His eyes still firmly following her.

‘Heyy babyy.’

She slurred on the line, while blowing kisses through the phone. Jude was unmoved.

‘A bra would have been nice with this dress.’

It hit her like a bucket of cold water.

‘Erm….what?’

She looked around rapidly, the movement making her head spin.

‘Especially if you intended to dance like that.’

She didn’t know if this was real or if she was hallucinating.

‘How did…where are you?’

‘Look up - straight ahead.’

She did. It looked like plain glass but she could make out enough lights beyond it to figure that it was a section divider. 

Ofcourse. 

How long was he watching her? What was that tone?

And why was it making her nervous? She was just minding her own business. Having fun. What’s wrong with that?

‘Meet me outside in 2 minutes. Ask for the back door.’

‘What?’

‘We are going home right now, Ananya.’

She was crazy about him. But that boy could be so pigheaded at times. 

‘No.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘You heard me. Not calling it a night yet.’

‘Oh yes you are.’

She loved his domineering attitude in bed, but not so much in day to day life. 

‘Jude - I barely get time with my friends.’

‘You work with them. You are with them all day. But your nights are mine.’

Despite being mad, that sent a shiver down her spine. Darn that bastard.

But no - she’ll hold her ground here. She won’t give in. He needed to learn that he can’t always get his way. And he most certainly can’t boss her around.

‘Look - I’m gonna need 2 hours, yeah? How about I come to yours after?’

‘How about I come down, throw you over my shoulder & take you with me?’

She should be mad. She should be raving mad. But her skin started to heat at his words. Her treacherous body refusing to comply with the commands of her brain. 

‘You wouldn’t dare.’

She whispered, hating how small her voice sounded.

‘Try me.’

His was cocky and confident, as always. That made her recover quickly.

‘Do that - and you can forget about taking me home. Not tonight. Not any night.’

Heavy breathing at both ends. Jude changed tact, not one to accept defeat.

‘I sat here watching you, wanting you, waiting for you. Paid no heed to my friends. And you’re picking yours OVER ME?’

He made it sound like the worst tragedy in the world. Like she had wronged him in a thousand different ways. She saw right through the attempted manipulative wordplay. It may have worked with his other admirers, not with her.

‘Gosh I’m not picking anyone over you. Just wanna chill here some more with my friends.’

Jude being Jude pushed further, like he always did when he wanted something badly. Giving up was not in his dictionary.

‘Yeah? Chill with that bartender maybe? Have some more shots?.’

Ananya stilled. She did flirt a teeny bit with that guy to get her drink faster, and she could tell the guy reciprocated disproportionately. Giving her extra shots on the house. But she quickly left after, nipping it in the bud. It was all quite harmless, really.

Then why was guilt washing over her in waves? Why couldn’t she come up with any half decent response?

Also, how the fuck did Jude catch that from a distance? 

Jude could see he had hit the nail on the head. This was his window to double down.

‘Outside. NOW.’

‘1 hour.’

‘Nope.’

’Ok 50 mins. Take it or leave it.’

’15 mins - and I get a strip tease when we get home.’

‘Please Jude.’

‘Save that for when I pound you into the mattress tonight.’

She had to sit down, unable to handle his onslaught in her drunken state. Feeling hot all over with just his words.

’30 mins. Final.’

She needed some consolation win.

He stayed quiet for a few moments.

’30 mins. And strip tease.’

She evaluated silently, realising that’s the longest window she’d get. Before he actually does something stupid to draw attention to them. 

‘Fine. But I’m going for brunch tmrw with my friends.’

They usually spent Saturdays cooped up in his bedroom since he had late training. Not tomorrow though - she’d take pride over pleasure. And she really wanted to take him down a peg.

‘Sure - if you can walk.’

‘Oh you…….you little……..I HATE YOU.’

‘Then why are you getting wet right now?’

She nearly dropped her phone. At his audacity, and the fact that he was fucking right. 

Tonight was going to be a long night, and he’d make her make it up to him. Make her be a ‘good girl’ for him.

Somehow, despite crumbling on her will to resist him, it didn’t feel like much of a loss. Because she knew he’d make it worth her while too. Like he always did.

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I could not stop thinking about this scenario & wrote this in the little time I got this weekend 🥹

Thank you dear anon - this was too good to not be written :)

For those who don't know, the characters are from Star Crossed Lovers.

Parts of Part 2 of this one-shot covered in Ch 12.

[kiwriteswords]

Planting Seeds [Aaron Hotchner x Florist!Reader]

Florist!Reader Masterlist|| Main Masterlist [I need to update this, sorry!]|| Ao3||Word Count: 2.3k|| AN: Florist!Reader is making me miss my days at a florist so much, I have been applying for weekend jobs just to get back into it for fun! Tags/Warnings: Female!Reader, Florist!Reader, Non-BAU!Reader, pre-relationship, slight angst, Hotch is clueless, Sassy!Reader, Flirty!Reader, JJ putting Hotch in his place, Reader is JJ's friend from college, sexual jokes, Aaron Hotchner doesn't realize how he comes across, mentions of bad men!!. Summary: Aaron Hotchner has to prove to you that he's not like other men who come into your flower shop, but when he's sort of clueless to how he might be percieved, he realizes he needs to make it right to you.

For someone who ran a flower shop, you’d long stopped believing in fairytales.

Romance? Sure. It bloomed in your shop every day. Husbands who still brought home roses after twenty years. First-date jitters, apologies tucked into tulip petals, “I’m sorry I was an idiot” scrawled on notecards. 

You’d seen it all. 

You arranged it all.

But the reality was this: for every sweet old man who wanted to surprise his wife, there were just as many men walking in with wedding rings they pretended not to wear and vague stories about coworkers or friends they just happened to be buying orchids for at 7 p.m. on a Friday.

You smiled for them all. 

That’s what you did. 

But you didn’t swoon anymore. 

Not even when the suit was expensive, and the jawline could cut glass.

Not even when he walked in again.

Badge and all. 

The bell above the door chimed, and you glanced up from behind the counter--

Aaron Hotchner.

You remembered his name, of course. JJ’s broody FBI friend. The one with quiet eyes and sad shoulders and impeccable taste in arrangements. The one you’d flirted with a little too easily last time, not expecting he’d ever actually come back.

And yet---

Here he was. 

Suit and all.

A small pause in the doorway, as if checking to make sure he wasn’t interrupting anything. He looked…better in the daylight. Less weight behind his eyes, maybe.

Or maybe you were just projecting.

“Agent Hotchner,” you greeted smoothly, standing up and brushing off your apron. “Back so soon. I’m honored.”

He gave you a polite nod. “It’s my partner’s birthday. I thought flowers might be a nice gesture from the team.”

Partner. Mmhm.

You walked around the counter, wiping your hands on a towel tucked into your waistband. “Let me guess. Female partner?”

He hesitated for a half-second. “Yes. Emily.”

“Right,” you said, nodding like it didn’t matter. Like you didn’t already recognize that vague tone. That slightly-too-careful wording. Not girlfriend. Not wife. Just Emily.

You’d had plenty of Aarons in this shop.

Buying peonies for their assistant. Daisies for their kid’s teacher. Something casual for a friend---

Never clarifying the business or romantic variety. 

Always just vague enough to keep their conscience clean.

You’d also had plenty of men who looked at you like Hotch did now---

Measured, intrigued, maybe even a little charmed.

And sure, it stung a little, watching yet another man you might’ve flirted back with turn out to be someone else’s. You weren’t bitter. You were just tired.

“All men say that,” you muttered under your breath, then caught yourself.

He tilted his head. “Pardon?”

“Nothing,” you said, offering your best customer service smile. “So, for Emily---what’s she like? Fun and bright? Elegant and aloof? What’s the vibe?”

He considered it. “Tough. Smart. She’d roll her eyes if this was too sentimental. But she’s important to me. To the team.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So…understated, but meaningful.”

He nodded. “Exactly.”

“Alright, Agent Hotchner.” You stepped back toward the wall of fresh blooms, motioning for him to follow. “Let’s find the perfect ‘I swear this isn’t too sentimental, but I still care deeply’ birthday bouquet for your very important…partner.”

He didn’t respond to the teasing lilt in your voice. Just followed quietly, eyes scanning the rows of color in front of him.

You told yourself not to care.

You arranged flowers for wives and girlfriends and side pieces every damn day.

He was no different.

Even if---some small part of you hoped---you were wrong.

Hotch wasn’t oblivious.

He noticed the shift the second it happened.

One moment, your smile had been coy, your laugh light and easy as you teased him about flower language. The next---

It was like a door had closed. 

Not slamming, no. 

Just…quietly locking behind you.

You stopped meeting his gaze. Your tone went crisp. Polite. Your hands moved faster, more business than artistry. 

When you asked, “Would you like to include a card?” there wasn’t a trace of the playful warmth from last time.

He had no idea what he’d done.

But he knew what it looked like.

Disinterest. You were no longer charmed. Maybe you never were.

“Just sign it from all of us,” he said simply.

You nodded and scribbled the note without looking up. “It’ll be ready in ten minutes. You’re welcome to wait, or I can set it up as a delivery.”

“I’ll wait.”

You didn’t respond.

And he didn’t press.

The arrangement was beautiful, of course. You were good at what you did. The flowers were understated but elegant---

Dark burgundy ranunculus, dusty pink garden roses, seeded eucalyptus, and sprigs of something pale and trailing. It was thoughtful. Exactly what he’d asked for.

He thanked you. You smiled---distant---and turned back to your workspace.

Hotch left with the bouquet and a strange, tight feeling in his chest that he couldn’t quite name.

He told himself it didn’t matter.

He was imagining it.

Probably.

Later that afternoon, JJ knocked lightly on his office door, stepped in, and closed it behind her. She had that, “I mean business,” look written on her face that he’d only seen a number of times. 

Typically, when something hits close to home. 

Never a good sign.

Hotch looked up from his case file. “Something wrong?

JJ crossed her arms and fixed him with a stare he’d seen her use on suspects in the field. “You really tanked that flower shop visit, huh?”

He blinked. “Excuse me?”

She walked up to his desk, voice low and unimpressed. “She called me. Five minutes after you left.”

“…She--who?”

JJ said your name like it was obvious. “The florist, Hotch? My friend since college, who I told you was sweet, single, and might actually like you if you tried being a human man for five minutes.”

He gave a slow blink, still very much processing. “She called you?”

“Oh, yeah.” JJ leaned against the desk. “Said---and I quote---‘Why would you tell me he’s single if he clearly has a partner? I don’t sell second bouquets for side chicks, JJ.’”

Hotch blinked again.

JJ threw her hands up. “Do you see what you’ve done?”

“I---wait. She thought---Emily?”

JJ stared at him. “Yes. Because you called her your partner and got all vague and cryptic, like every married man who’s ever flirted with her while hiding a wife and a mistress in the car.”

Hotch exhaled, rubbing his temple. “I meant work partner.”

“Well, yeah, we know that,” JJ said, exasperated. “But you didn’t say that. You gave zero context. You walked into her space again, brooded around her flowers, flirted like it was your job, and then acted like you were spoken for.”

“I wasn’t flirting.”

JJ raised both brows. “Hotch.”

A pause.

“…I don’t…flirt.”

She sighed, though there was the faintest tug of amusement at her lips. “You need to fix it.”

Hotch shook his head. “If she’s not interested---”

“She was interested,” JJ cut in. “Until you made it sound like you were emotionally unavailable and off the market. I told her you were a good guy. That you’re single. Thoughtful. That you used to buy flowers for your wife. That you’d never play games.”

Hotch looked down for a beat. That ache in his chest again---

Sharper this time.

“I didn’t mean to give her the wrong impression.”

“Well, you did,” JJ said, softening slightly. “But the good news is, she still asked me if you were actually seeing someone. Which means she cared enough to be annoyed.”

Hotch didn’t respond. Just stared down at the file, the corners now creased under his fingers.

JJ smirked. “You going to keep reading that page you’ve been on for ten minutes, or are you going to go get your dignity back?”

He looked up. 

And this time, he didn’t argue.

Hotch didn’t usually get nervous.

Not in the field, not with a gun to his head, not when standing in front of a room full of press demanding answers. But now? Standing outside a flower shop with his hands in his coat pockets, replaying JJ’s very blunt advice over and over in his head?

Yeah. 

He was nervous.

The bell chimed as he stepped inside.

You didn’t look up at first. You were focused, hunched slightly over your workbench, carefully arranging peach garden roses and lisianthus into a tall glass vase. 

You wore a sleeveless black turtleneck under your apron and a pair of gold earrings that swung gently when you moved. Even with your hair pulled back, you looked like you belonged in an editorial---

Effortlessly composed, fingertips lightly dusted with pollen.

When you finally did glance up, your posture didn’t change.

Neither did your face.

“Agent Hotchner,” you said, voice cool but professional. “Didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

He nodded. “I was hoping you had a minute.”

You gave a small, casual shrug. “For you? Sure. Two minutes. That’s the customer service minimum.”

Ouch.

You wiped your hands on a towel at your hip, crossing your arms. You weren’t being rude---

Not at all. 

(Maybe a little…)

But you’d turned off the warmth you’d had before. Your smile was polite, lips pressed and practiced. Your tone was smooth and just a little flat.

Like you’d been disappointed before.

He exhaled slowly. “I wanted to apologize. For earlier.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly. “Which part?”

Touché.

He shifted his stance but didn’t look away. “For being unclear. I wasn’t trying to mislead you. Emily is my…my coworker. A close friend. But that’s it.”

You tilted your head, watching him carefully. Not unkind, just…guarded. Assessing him the same way he probably assessed everyone who walked through your door.

“Okay,” you said simply.

Hotch blinked. “Okay?”

“Well,” you added with a mild shrug, “I assumed either JJ was lying to me about you being single, or you were one of those guys who likes to keep their options open while pretending they’re not taken. You know how many of those walk in here?”

You didn’t wait for an answer.

“I had a guy last month buy a bouquet for his wife, come back ten minutes later to buy the same one for his girlfriend, and then tried to get a third for his assistant. Said it was easier if they all looked alike so he wouldn't forget who got what.”

Hotch looked mortified. “That’s…”

“Creative,” you said dryly. “And disgusting.”

He actually huffed a small laugh at that, and you cracked a smile. Just barely.

“I’ve seen worse,” you added. “Men who text their mistress while I’m ringing them out. Men who ask if I’ll personally deliver the flowers to their wife, and when I say I don’t offer delivery, they go, ‘Well, maybe you could do it for me, sweetheart.’” You shook your head. “So yeah. I’m a little…guarded when a handsome man in a suit comes in, acts sweet, and says he’s got a ‘partner.’ It’s never just one woman, Agent Hotchner. It’s a minimum of three.”

He winced. “I didn’t mean to sound like that kind of man.”

You met his eyes. “You didn’t mean to. But you did.”

There was silence for a moment. Not cold---

Just full.

Then you softened, just slightly.

“I’m not mad,” you said. “I’m just used to protecting my peace. You’re not the first to walk in here and look interested until reality caught up to them.”

Hotch straightened a little. “And if I said I was still interested?”

You raised a brow. “Then I’d ask why you didn’t say that before walking out of here like you’d never met me.”

He paused. “I assumed you weren’t.”

“Aaron Hotchner,” you said flatly, “you assumed wrong.”

Something about the way you said it---firm, unapologetic, completely in control of your own narrative---hit him hard.

You didn’t blink. Didn’t backpedal. Just stood there like you’d said nothing out of the ordinary, even though his heart had stuttered a little.

“So,” you added, “are we still doing this apology thing, or are you going to ask me on a proper date?”

That actually made him laugh---

Low and quiet and genuine.

“I’d like to start over,” he said. “If you’ll let me.”

You gave a small nod. “Alright. Clean slate.”

You stepped behind the counter again, reaching for a narrow glass vase. Then, from a bucket behind you, you pulled a single dahlia---

Soft pink with deep copper tips.

You twirled it gently between your fingers before sliding it into the vase and pushing it toward him.

“This is my favorite,” you said. “Dahlia. Strength, softness, elegance, survival. Kind of a metaphor, if you think about it.”

Hotch nodded slowly. “It’s beautiful.”

You didn’t need to get into the specifics of the metaphor being that Dahlias…so rare and so difficult to grow and nurture, that there were contests to see who could grow the biggest and best one. In some ways you related to them. A flower that most couldn’t quite nail down how to care for. 

You tapped your fingers lightly against the counter. “If you come back with a bouquet of those? For me? Maybe I’ll flirt with you again.”

He smirked. “Was that what you were doing?”

You leaned in just slightly. “Don’t flatter yourself. I flirt better when I’m not annoyed.”

Hotch took the vase carefully, fingers brushing yours just for a second. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And Hotch?”

He looked up from the flower in his hand.

You gave him a soft, knowing smile. “Next time you walk in here, leave the guilt and the vague statements at the door. I don’t bite.”

Another pause.

Then you grinned. “Unless you ask nicely.”

And that was when Hotch knew he was in trouble.

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[sturnsdarling]

after party

tour!matt and his girlfriend can’t wait another second once he gets off stage…

vibe check: smut with no plot, established relationship obvi, short lived matt the munch, sex on the counter, chris with impeccable timing, hints of softdom!matt, no protection (i’d tell you to wrap it but i’m not your mother), matt cums inside her (kill me now)

1k words

a/n: i was thinking about this on the bus ride home from work the other day and i haven’t been able to get it out my head since lmao

love and cigs, merc x

it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen in your life. your boyfriend on stage, cracking jokes and controlling the crowd, shooting you a quick wink every time you locked eyes. the few hours the show went on for felt like an eternity, but after patiently waiting with your thighs clamped shut, you were finally exactly where you wanted to be, pressed up against the door of Matts dressing room, one leg hooked around his waist, arms around his shoulders as he fumbled with the door, opening it behind you without breaking the intense, knee buckling kiss he had trapped you in the moment he got back stage.

you stepped back into the room, Matts hands gripping the small of your waist as he walked you backwards, not once breaking the kiss, his tongue pressing against yours and small groans filling your mouth as he kicked the door shut with one foot.

“you were so handsome up on that stage” you said, breathy into the kiss, Matt chasing your lips with a chuckle as you spoke.

“handsome, huh? is that all you thought watching me up there?” he said, a smirk heavy on his mouth, his soft lips grazing yours

you chuckled, biting on his plump bottom lip slightly, “maybe some other things” you smiled.

“oh yeah?” he said, his hand coming to your jaw, “like what?” he said, cutting you off with his tongue as he pressed it against yours.

you moaned into the kiss, Matt leaning down slightly to pick you up, hooking your legs around his waist. he carried you over to the desk with ease, putting you down with vigour, your back hitting the mirror slightly as he leaned further into you. you were clawing at him, desperate to feel his skin against yours as you pulled and tugged at his top, your legs hooked around his hips, pulling him into your core. Matt couldn’t help but chuckle at your desperation, pulling away from the kiss slightly to lift his top up over his head. yours followed swiftly after, and in a tangled mess of limbs and a pile of clothes, you were clad in nothing but your underwear, and matt just in his jeans.

he trailed his kisses down your mouth, his tongue pressing against your jaw and down your neck as your head flung back into the glass once more, your nails clawing at his warm, bare back as he made his way down your chest, his mouth locked around one nipple as his fingers pressed and toyed with the other. the cold from the air conditioning made all your hair stand on edge, whilst Matts body heat radiated off of him onto your skin, his warm, soft tongue leaving little trails of fire in his path. he made his way down your torso, stopping to kiss a wet straight line across the hem of your panties, his blue eyes glaring up at you as he did.

you were desperate, and your face was riddled with it.

“please” you whimpered, involuntarily.

Matt smiled his devilish smile, needing no more instruction before he brought his hand up, hooking his fingers round the small covering of fabric over your pussy and pulling it to the side. before you had even a moment to think about the cold air hitting your core, Matts mouth was wrapped around your pussy, warming it up with the press of his wet tongue. your hand flung to his hair instantly, gripping onto his messy curls as he lapped and sucked at your glistening folds. you couldn’t help but grind into his face, his name mixed with moans spilling from your mouth as he devoured you, the vibration from his groans sending little bouts of shivers up your spine as you pulled and clawed at him.

your whole body was on fire, your head pressed firmly into the glass as Matt worked your pussy with his mouth, eating you like he’d been starved all day. he was working over time, sucking at your clit as his fingers suck between your folds, two long digits slipping inside you with ease, curling up against your sweet spot instantly.

Matt knew your body like no one else, the pressure of his tongue circling against you your clit sending you spiralling as his fingers worked your insides. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hardened his pace with his fingers, his tongue working small circles around your sensitive nub, your pussy encapsulated in his warm mouth.

something about the way that Matt went down on you, like it was his favourite thing to do in the world, made your head spin and the anticipation of this very moment made you extra sensitive, and it wasn’t long until you felt your legs begin to tremble around his head. the sounds of him moaning into your pussy filled the room, your pussy so slick it was almost impossible to stay in one place. you ground your face against his mouth, Matt matching your speed, his fingers being sucked back into your hole every time he tried to thrust them in and out. with a breathy cry of his name, and a tight grip on his hair, your orgasm washed over you, littering your vision with stars as Matt coaxed it out of you with his slender fingers, relishing in the way you tasted on his tongue.

despite how mind numbing his tongue felt against your throbbing clit, there was only one thing you could think about, and you knew nothing would satisfy you until you got it.

“Matt — I n” you cut yourself off with a moan as he helped you ride out your high with his mouth “— need you inside me” you stuttered out, just about able to open your eyes as you looked down at him.

Matt reluctantly tore himself away from your perfect pussy, pressing two gentle fingers into your clit as he looked up at you, “you don’t wanna give me one more, angel? v’been thinkin’ about it all day” he said, almost in a pout.

you shook your head, your lip tight between your teeth at the sight of Matts pleading eyes, somehow able to be so dominant and yet so desperate for you all at once.

“I need you inside me, Matt, now” you whined.

your words made Matts ears ring, and without hesitation he got to his feet, making fast work, with your help, of his jeans and tugging them down slightly, freeing his painfully hard cock from its confines as it slapped against his stomach. your mouth literally watered at the sight, your hungry gaze interrupted by the feeling of Matts tight grip on your thighs pulling you to the edge of the desk, your legs hooking around his waist on instinct as he lined himself up with you, pressing his tip against your folds before slipping his cock into your tight, sopping pussy.

his head fell to your shoulder at the feeling of you instantly clenching around him, one arm coming to support himself behind your head, a sweaty hand pressed against the mirror as you moaned out in bliss in his ear. you were practically hanging off him as he began to move in and out of you, bottoming out with a hard thrust that made you jolt against the glass every time.

“you feel so fucking good, baby” he groaned, head heavy from the satisfaction of being inside you after waiting all day.

he was pounding into you, one hand gripping you in place, the other pressed against the glass behind you. with your arms wrapped lowly around his neck, your head tilted back on its axis, giving Matt a perfect view of your pretty face as it contorted with every staggered moan that left your mouth.

“so pretty” he said, breathless, “my pretty, pretty girl”

you couldn’t help but smile, legs tightening around his waist as he continued his steady pace into your pussy.

through the strings off moans and praises neither of you heard the sound of Chris calling after Matt down the hall on the other side of the door;

the door handle rattled, and Chris opened the door, his sights luckily set firmly on his phone in his hand “yo, Matt the —“

“Chris!” you both shouted in unison at his brothers intrusion

“oh shit, sorry sorry sorry” Chris cried out, covering his eyes and slamming the door shut. With his hand firmly on the door handle and his back against the door, Chris turned to the behind the scenes crew with a sheepish grin, “he’s a little busy right now” he smiled, and gestured them down the hall.

the two of you couldn’t help but laugh, Chris’ intrusion doing nothing to stop Matts relentless pace into your clenching hole.

“m’gonna kill him” he said, shaking his head with a smile as you giggled.

you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, the angle of his body changing to hit your pussy deeper than before. the shift made you squirm, his long cock pressing against your gummy spot with every thrust.

you moaned into his mouth, Matt catching your sounds on his tongue and swallowing them like sweet whisky as he relished in the feeling of you wrapped around him, your nails painting lines down his back as he pound into you.

“s’this what you had in mind, baby, seeing me up on that stage?” he said, his words breathy.

“mhm” you whined, “s’almost perfect”

“almost?” Matt said, pulling away to look at you, his brows furrowed.

you bit your lip, tightening your legs around his hips, locking your feet together as you stared up into him with needy, doe eyes, “almost” you said, your voice thick with seductive honey.

Matt near enough growled, not needing any further explanation. the grip he had on your flesh tightened, his eyes darkening as he set a fast, hard pace into your pussy. it was euphoric, the feeling of his cock stretching you out, his hips beating against yours relentlessly as he groaned and whimpered, chasing your messy kisses every time you pulled away with a moan.

The hand behind your head came to your jaw, holding you in place firmly as his thumb pressed soft circles into your skin, a juxtaposed feeling to the blissful sting of his cock splitting you open. His tender dominance made your whole body tingle, and your pussy clenched tight around him as his lips locked against yours, his eyes clenching shut as he began to stutter inside you, moans and whimpers filling your mouth as he bit down on your bottom lip, chasing his high, using you as his personal anchor. with a few hard thrusts, and a teeth clashing kiss, he filled you up, using his cum as lube to ride out his bliss inside you, never wanting the feeling to end.

small whimpers left his throat, his hips stilling before he reluctantly pulled out of your spent pussy. you whined at the emptiness, legs going heavy around his waist as his head fell to your shoulder, Matt placing a line of small kisses along your warm skin.

your hands came to his hair, your gentle fingers caressing his scalp, earning a satisfied hum from him, his lazy arms wrapping around your back, pulling you into him tight, your collective body heat a comforting sensation as it engulfed you both.

“you did so good up there today, my love” you said, softly

Matt smiled into your skin, your words making his ears hot as he lifted his head up, “s’always better when you’re in the crowd, angel” he said, looking at you with hooded eyes and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

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[hazbinhotei]

the devil's note.

warnings/tags: jazz singer!reader, alastor only has like one line of dialogue in this lol

word count: 2793

summary: As a talented and enchanting jazz singer, your performance turns personal when your bold teasing leaves the Radio Demon speechless.

alastor x f!reader. thank you to the anon who requested this story! guess who's back!~ so... i haven't uploaded in 10 days. i think you are all due for an apology, but i hope swear i'm not giving up on this account so quickly, so hopefully more uploads come along soon! i have many part two concepts in my head (including this story)—but the question is if i can write it all out before life gets to me. enjoy!

The day had started with one of Angel Dust’s usual antics—a grand proclamation over breakfast, fork twirling in hand, eyes glinting with flamboyant mischief.

"Alright, listen up, bitches! I got somethin’ special planned for tonight, and no, Vaggie, it ain't one of my 'educational' excursions, so don’t get your panties in a twist!" He waved a pink-gloved hand as if to ward off her immediate disapproval, grinning as he leaned back in his chair. "I’m talkin’ class, I'm talkin’ style, I'm talkin’ one of the best damn voices to ever grace the depths of Hell."

Vaggie narrowed her right eye, sitting up as she glanced at Charlie beside her. "This isn’t another one of your weird ‘bonding activities,’ is it? Like—like that time you tried to get us to go to a ‘How-to-Moan’ class?"

Angel scoffed. "Okay, that was one time, and I still think it woulda been fun!” He huffed, shaking his head to dismiss his previous rejected suggestion. “But no, babe, this is different! I got this girlfriend performing tonight, the kinda doll that could sing the socks off of any demon. Total smoke show, like an absolute bombshell—think old Hollywood but with a fuckin' bite!"

Vaggie sighed, leaning forward on the table, her forehead dropping into her hand. "This is gonna be a disaster, isn't it?"

Charlie bit down on her lower lip, hesitating before curiosity won out. She rubbed a hand over Vaggie's back, consoling her girlfriend as she asked, "What kind of venue?"

"A jazz club!" Angel declared, tossing his upper arms up with a twirl. "Live music, good booze, and a vibe that ain't total chaos—betcha didn’t expect that from me, huh?"

That immediately caught Alastor’s (previously devoid) attention, ears flickering up as his half-lidded eyes opened up. His usual grin stretched just a fraction wider with newfound interest. "A jazz club, you say?" His voice was light, laced with curiosity, a lilting note of intrigue threading through each syllable. "Now that sounds like a lovely way to spend an evening."

Charlie’s attention snapped to Alastor, ecstatic to see him actually interested in a group bonding activity for once. She immediately whipped her head back to Vaggie, who merely groaned in response to her partner’s current puppy-dog expression. Vaggie only sighed once more, pursing her lips. “Fine, we can go.”

And just like that, the deal was sealed.

The moment the doors swung open to The Devil’s Note, a sultry jazz bar nestled in the heart of Pentagram City, the group was automatically enveloped in a haze of warm, dim light and the slow, hypnotic strum of a double bass. The scent of whiskey and aged cigars wove through the air, mingling with the perfume of debauchery and whispered secrets.

Velvet drapes cascaded from the ceiling like blood-red waterfalls, framing mahogany walls adorned with vintage jazz posters and golden sconces that flickered with an otherworldly glow. A grand chandelier loomed above, its many crystal facets casting fractured light across the glossy black floors.

Husk barely had a moment to process the room before a passing server—impeccably dressed in a maroon vest and black bow tie—wordlessly handed him a fresh glass of whiskey. He took it without hesitation, grunting in approval before muttering, "Yeah. This place ain't half bad."

Vaggie, arms crossed and brow furrowed, took a slow, assessing look around before finally conceding, "This is… surprisingly nice."

Angel Dust twirled, four arms outstretched as he breathed it all in. "I know, right? Y’all thought I was gonna drag ya to some sleazy strip joint, huh? Give me some credit!" He leaned against Husk, smirking as Husk coughed mid-sip from the sudden movement. "Even whiskers over here is enjoying himself."

Charlie, expression starry with admiration, nodded vigorously. "I wasn’t expecting something this elegant! It’s like stepping into another era."

And yet, amidst all the chatter and appreciation, Alastor stood eerily still. His smile remained, but his gaze told a different story—nostalgia. He surveyed the space with an unsettling kind of familiarity, his fingers ghosting over the back of a chair as though touching a memory brought to life. The phonograph in the corner crackled softly beneath the low hum of conversation. The brass instruments glinted under dim golden light, polished and pristine. Authentic.

He inhaled steadily, deep and deliberate. "Now, this," he murmured, voice almost reverent, "is a proper establishment."

And with that, the group was ushered to a candle-lit table near the stage, where they settled into a plush, curved leather booth, sipping on devilishly strong drinks while Angel Dust gleefully droned on about how they were in for a real treat. Niffty bounced excitedly beside him, her tiny hands gripping the table as she took in every detail, while Husk, already halfway through his second drink, merely grunted in pacified patience. Vaggie remained reserved but intrigued next to an energetic Charlie who was practically vibrating with elation at the sight of the entire group together in an area that wasn’t the hotel. 

Even Alastor quieted his usual accompanying static, a sign of respect for the Hellborn jazz band on stage. His glowing eyes flickered about the place, his smile satisfied as he tapped along to the beat with a clawed thumb. He had been prepared for tacky, garish decor, for a club that spat on the essence of true jazz. But this—this felt like a whisper from the past, an echo of something he once knew. The deep thrum in his chest from the bass, the filtered wah-wah notes of the trumpet, the sharp keys from the piano—it was real.

His head began bobbing in time with the beat, and before long, he was humming—low, rich, an effortless accompaniment to the imps filling the room with old-world soul. His foot, ever so slightly, tapped along with the rhythm in addition to his thumb. It was a rare sight—Alastor, not just half-assed listening, but feeling the music, letting it settle into him like it was a life source.

Charlie, observing him from behind, leaned toward Vaggie with a hushed whisper. "He looks… natural like this. Like he belongs here."

Angel grinned as he overheard the princess’ words, twirling the stem of his glass between his fingers. "Ain’t seen nothin’ yet, toots." His mismatched eyes twinkled, delight bubbling just beneath his tone. "Just wait ‘til the real show starts."

As if on cue, the lights began to dim. A few guests around the club perked up, their murmurs laced with anticipation. The energy in the room shifted as a golden spotlight shined on the center of the stage, buzzing quietly with unspoken thrill.

A hush fell over the crowd as the jazz band eased into a rich, sultry melody, the notes weaving through the air like smoke curling from the end of a cigarette. The suspense in the room was palpable, some guests shifting forward in their seats, their low whispers betraying excitement. Then, as if answering their call, a graceful silhouette stepped into the soft light, emerging from the shadows.

You.

Draped in liquid satin, the deep emerald fabric of your gown clung to your curves like it had been painted on, the thigh-high slit revealing glimpses of silk stockings as you moved. Diamond earrings kissed your neck, sparkling under the spotlight, while a matching necklace sat snug at your throat, a glittering noose of old money elegance. Every inch of you screamed dangerously expensive, an untouchable femme fatale gracing Hell with her presence.

The moment your ruby lips curled into a relaxed, sly smile, the room seemed to exhale all at once—entranced, bewitched. Every step you took was intentional, high heels clicking softly against the stage as you moved with the languid finesse of a panther on the prowl. The mic stand welcomed the brush of your fingers, cool metal against your skin, and for a brief moment, you let the silence stretch—letting them wait, letting them want as you surveyed the crowd with bated breath.

Then—

You sang.

A voice like silk and sin, rich with the kind of confidence that came from knowing the effect you had. The song had started off with a bang, your voice powerful as you rang out the first electrifying note—long, steady, and clear proof of your skill. Your opening riff dripped with seduction, wrapping around the room like a velvet ribbon. Conversations hushed. All eyes were on you. 

Even Alastor’s.

He sat unnaturally still, red eyes burning like embers, fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey in his hand. His ever-present smile had not faltered, and yet, there was something in the way his shoulders tensed, in the way his ears twitched as if trying to resist the very essence of your voice. His chest felt tight with a new emotion he could not quite place, his mind suddenly empty of all other thoughts as he watched you sway on stage.

The musicians followed in suit once you sang the opening, the floor vibrating as the swell of jazz rolled through the room like thunder dipped in honey. Every instrument answered your voice like a well-trained lover—sharp when you snapped, soft when you slinked. You didn’t just sing; you prowled, you played, you performed. Your hips moved with the rhythm, and every gesture was a magnetic force of perfected deliberation. Notes curved out of you like smoke rings, leaving the room hanging on every breath.

As the final note lingered in the air, a wave of applause rippled through the audience. To Angel's excitement, his group all seemed to be giving signs of approval. Charlie and Niffty were clapping fervently, and even the usual impassive faces of Vaggie and Husk were now adorned with impressed expressions. And Alastor… He clapped too—but it was precise, calculated. Each movement measured, restrained, as his eyes smoldered with sudden intensity.

Angel leaned back, throwing an arm over the back of the booth, grinning smugly at the group. “Ain’t she great?” he drawled, clearly reveling in their reactions.

As the applause settled, you bowed elegantly, sending a charming smile to the crowd. “Enjoy your night at The Devil’s Note, darlings. There’s more where that came from—so stay tuned.”

The small crowd applauded a second time, your band picking up the beat once more as the lights cleared just slightly for an intermission. In the downtime, you spotted Angel in the crowd, a flicker of recognition lighting up your expression as you stepped down from the stage. You snaked towards their booth with effortless grace, the attention of a few Sinners lingering on you as you passed their tables to get to your good friend.

“Angel!” you called out, sliding up beside him as he beamed at you. “You always know how to gather an…”—You glanced at the motley crew, blinking in surprise as you took in his choice of accompanies tonight—”interesting crowd.”

He wrapped his upper arms around you, hugging you tightly as he gestured to the group with a free hand. “Doll, meet my weird-ass roommates. We got Charlie, she’s the princess—yeah, that princess. Vaggie, her overprotective watchdog. Husk—he’s grumpy but I promise he’s warming up to me.”

Husk snorted. “Not in a million years.”

Angel waved him off, continuing down the line. “That’s Niffty, she’s a firecracker, and last but definitely the freakiest—Alastor, ya know, the Radio Demon.”

After greeting each member individually, your gaze finally landed on the Sinner across from you, who sat ever so still in the curved booth, his grin wide as you both studied each other. You hummed softly when you met his red eyes, glowing with something akin to curiosity. You had heard of the Radio Demon in passing conversations throughout your time in Hell, but you had never expected him to be such a… dapper fellow.

He was dressed in a crimson pinstripe suit, essentially blending in seamlessly with the aesthetic of the club. The sharp cut of his jacket accentuated his tall frame, and the dark shadows surrounding him only seemed to grow in the candlelight, casting an eerie silhouette behind him. You almost had to hold back a laugh at the odd addition of two tiny prongs of antlers jutting between his large red ears—an unexpectedly cute detail that clashed comically with the otherwise pristine 1930s vibe he was going for. Something in his expression, the way his grip tensed around the glass at the way you watched him, made your brow lift in amusement. He studied you in return not with disdain, nor indifference, but with something far more interesting—contemplation. It made the hair on the back of your neck stick up; how thrillingly dangerous.

You leaned in slowly, purposeful, your elbow hitting the table as you rested your chin against your palm. You let the tension stretch, your head tilting as your charming smile morphed into a wide smirk. His watching eyes only seemed to track your every move, his body tensing slightly as if he were waiting for an attack. Then, with a teasing, sensual tone, you tilted your head and purred—

“You seem uncomfortable. Do I make you nervous?”

A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes, stunned into silence by your words. His ears shot straight up, blinking several times at you as if he couldn’t believe what you just said. The rest of the group seemed equally shocked by your bold move—both Charlie’s and Vaggie’s jaws dropped at your provocative comment as Husk merely took a long, slow sip of his drink to hide his amused smirk at Alastor's dumbfounded expression.

A second of quiet tension passed before Angel burst into laughter, cackling loudly. “Toots, you’ve seriously got a death wish! Fuckin’ flirting with the Radio Demon—I swear I’ve never met a gal as crazy as you!”

You turned back to the spider beside you, grinning deviously as his arm around your shoulder shook with every guffaw. “Please, I’m only teasing.” You couldn’t help but chuckle alongside Angel, shaking your head as you turned back to look at the rest of the table. “But seriously, I’m glad to have you folks here. Any friend of Angel’s is a friend of mine, so enjoy your time here.”

You backed out of the booth smoothly, gesturing for a passing waiter to bring a fresh round of colorful refreshments to the table. Angel lit up like he’d just witnessed the second coming, beaming at you with pure reverence for the free alcohol. You rolled your eyes with a smirk, giving his shoulder a playful push that made him giggle like a schoolgirl.

As the rest of the group oohed and aahed over the new drinks being set before them, you turned to take your leave—gown swaying around you—but not without one final glance over your shoulder. 

While the others were distracted by the sudden liquor, Alastor’s staring remained fixed on you, unmoving and unblinking. You met his gaze, letting your lashes lower just so. Then, with all the poise of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing, you winked slowly… and blew him a kiss.

His smile snarled, revealing black gums—just for a moment—before your eyes caught the sharp bob of his Adam’s apple in an involuntary gulp. You glanced down at his free hand on the table, his red claws leaving a few scuff marks on the polished mahogany wood. You only huffed a laugh, shaking your head as you turned forward once more.

“For the Radio Demon, you don’t seem to be quite the talker!”

You were met with a sudden burst of radio static, the lamps above you flickering in tandem. You heard a few gasps from the group before Angel’s recognizable laughter rang out once more, wheezing even harder than before. Smirking, you continued on without looking back, sending a fluttering wave to the group behind you.

You ascended the stage once more, your heels clicking against the familiar wooden stage. The imp at the piano glanced back at the commotion, eyes darting between you and the table with a questioning brow, but you snapped your fingers lightly, calling him back to focus. He simply nodded and turned back to the keys.

As you reached for the mic again, you glanced once more toward the table—and found Alastor watching you. His menacing smile remained, tight and strained like a mask held too long. When you both made eye contact, his right eye twitched. You bit your lip, a coy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, whether that be from your clear effect on the Sinner or the dangerous thrill starting to blossom in your stomach.

Only one thought rang through your mind as you stepped into the spotlight, the music swelling behind you, the room holding its breath once more to hear your voice:

This will be fun.

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[chosaraki]

Defying the Impossible.

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Daniel park x R.femele.

Gun park x R.femele.

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Daniel Park and Gun Park with a "Y/N" girlfriend who is outgoing, energetic, challenging and with a "kid" vibe. Each one has a unique dynamic!

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Daniel Park :

Daniel he was leaving his new school, his perfect body reflecting the popularity he never had before. He had become accustomed to being treated differently because of his appearance, but at the same time, there was a feeling of discomfort. At night, he transformed back into the old body and saw himself again as an ordinary boy.

As he walked through the streets of the city, he felt a lively presence next to him. It was Y/N, your girlfriend. She always surprised him, with plenty of energy and a challenging attitude, as if she was always ready for some kind of competition or adventure. He wore a style that mixed the masculine and the feminine, with dirty sneakers and a crooked cap on his head.

"Let's see who gets to the top of the hill first, Daniel! I bet I'm faster!" Y/N said, his tone of voice challenging and full of energy. She was always like this: not afraid to challenge anyone, even her boyfriend.

Daniel smiled, knowing that she was just being herself. He couldn't deny that he loved that unpredictable side of Y/N, but he also knew that it would be difficult to accompany her. However, he didn't want to be left behind, so, with a mischievous smile, he accepted the bet.

"It's good, but get ready to lose!" He answered, speeding up his pace. Y/N did the same and, as always, he felt his heart speed up with the adrenaline. She was one of those people who never knew how to stand still and always looked for a way to break any routine.

As they ran to the top, Y/N provoked him with jokes and playful comments. It was hard not to smile when she was around. The way she challenged everything and everyone, including him, made him feel more alive. When they finally reached the top, Y/N raised her arms victoriously, but Daniel was already prepared for a rematch.

"I won, but next time, I'll let you win just to see your frustrated face!" Y/N laughed, looking at Daniel with a mischievous smile.

Daniel looked at her and, with a laugh, replied: "Be careful what you wish for, Y/N."

He knew that, next to her, there would never be a day without emotion.

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Gun Park:

Gun was always serious and focused on his missions, either as a bodyguard or as one of the most feared fighters. He liked to have control over everything around him. His life seemed to be a sequence of combat, and his relationship with Y/N was no different. She was the most unpredictable person he had ever met.

That day, after a tense fight, Gun was relaxing on the bench in a square, his eyes watching the movement around. Y/N, with his irreverent style and defiant smile, suddenly appeared, jumping on the bench next to him.

"So, white ghost, will you stay there all day or will you challenge me?" She said with a laugh, throwing herself next to him.

Gun didn't smile, but his gaze was calmer than usual. He always watched her with a certain fascination, especially for how she managed to be so energetic and full of life. It wasn't every day that he met someone who challenged him so openly, without fear of his controlling personality.

"Do you think you can challenge me after a fight like that?" He answered with an enigmatic smile, almost defiant too. Y/N was not intimidated. "You won't catch me, Gun. I bet I'm faster than you!" She then took a basketball and started dribbling quickly.

Gun stood up, his posture always impeccable. "Do you want to bet?" He asked, already preparing for a confrontation, but he knew that the real challenge there would be the irreverent way of Y/N. He knew that, no matter how strong he was, she would never treat him like a hero or a perfect person. She saw him as someone at her height.

She made a quick move, trying to score a point, but he was faster. She laughed out loud, almost without losing the rhythm. "Oh, so that's how it is? Will you always win? How boring!"

Gun looked at her with a serious look, but inside, he was having more fun than he thought. "You will always challenge everything around me, won't you?"

Y/N winked and replied: "I just like to see how far you go. You're strong, but you have to get used to the surprises."

That challenging and energetic dynamic made Gun feel lighter, something he didn't usually admit. Even in his missions and intense training, he knew that, next to Y/N, there was always something unpredictable, something he could never control. And that, somehow, enchanted him.

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Each scenario explores a unique facet of their relationship with Y/N, bringing her challenging and fun energy to contrast with the most serious personalities of Daniel and Gun. They are not only companions, but also learn to grow from her provocations and challenges!

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[pheracy]

would these haikyuu rarepairs get along? ⌣𔓕

✦ Kuroo + Terushima

These two have the dorkiest, loudest laughs. When people see them together on the street, they switch sidewalks. When they go to the beach, the girls won't stop staring at them; some think they're hot and single, some think they make the hottest couple. They're touchy as heck when it comes to teasing each other; don't ask me why. Terushima bothers Kuroo by insisting on trying different hairstyles on him. Kuroo would rather be dead. Terushima tends to always arrive late, so Kuroo tells him to leave his house half an hour sooner than him. They don't get drunk no matter the amount of alcohol they have, so when they say they'll party all night, you better believe them.

✦ Akaashi + Asahi

OH. They'd be college crushes. Azumane fell first. Akaashi noticed how Asahi acted when he was around, and sensed the other might have feelings for him. Since then, Keiji started noticing how cute Azumane looks when he bends down while entering a classroom, how he always holds the door open for others, and how he stays at the end of the lecture to wish the professor a happy rest of the day. Asahi loves everything about Akaashi: the way he always looks impeccable no matter the time of day, how he seems so calm and composed in his inner world, and how he can actually feel his heart melting and seeping in between his ribs whenever he sees him smile.

✦ Kita + Daichi

They either become best friends or good acquaintances who always stop to greet each other when they meet on the street. They ask each other for advice on how to keep the team calm before a match or how to keep the spirits up after a defeat. They recognize the other's strengths and weaknesses before giving advice on how to improve them. They talk about wether or not they want to have children in the future and Daichi thinks Kita would be an amazing father. When Daichi told him about the principal's flying wig, Kita shared stories about the Miya twins that made Daichi feel less embarrassed and take pity on him.

✦ Tanaka + Suguru

Boy, do they yell at each other, inside and outside of the court. Daisho always finishes the arguments with the card "I have a girlfriend and you don't." Tanaka always tells him who laughs last laughs longest and that one day he'll marry Kiyoko. Daisho thinks Tanaka's a worthy opponent, while Ryu kinda enjoys how Nohebi's strategy makes him give his 100% and being hyper focus in every match. Tanaka's grateful because of Nohebi, he's learning to not be provoked that often and look out for possible tricks other teams might try to pull on Karasuno. I totally see Suguru asking Ryu to be his best man in Mika and his wedding.

✦ Kenma + Suna

They definitely play Mario Kart together. Suna is one of the editors on Kenma's youtube channel. He hides memes in the videos without Kenma noticing, and Kenma's community loves him. Rintaro finds it awesome that people used to call Kenma "Sadako" because of his dark hair since he's into ghost stuff and creepy stories. Kozume thinks Suna's wide-range spike is impressive, and he talks Lev's ear off about how he should spend time watching Inarizaki's matches to learn to play and adapt like Suna does. Kenma's sure setting the ball to Rintaro wouldn't be too much of an effort since they match each other's vibe, being both quiet and laid-back.

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Frosty Affection || Meet The Barnes

Character: College!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader

Main Story, Drabble, Homecoming, Jealous, Sick Boyfriend

Summary: After Bucky returned home for a week, he kept secrets, leaving Y/N curious. When she followed him, she discovered an unexpected guest in his life. Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

It had been three months since Bucky and Y/N became a couple, and the subtle undercurrents of secrecy had begun to weave through their relationship. One evening, as Bucky left again with a mysterious air, Y/N's curiosity got the better of her.

Following Bucky discreetly through the city, Y/N arrived at his apartment building. The night was shrouded in silence as she tiptoed up the stairs, her heartbeat echoing in the narrow corridor. As she reached Bucky's apartment door, she hesitated momentarily before gathering the courage to press her ear against it.

Y/N, whispering to herself, "What's he hiding? Why won't he tell me?"

The muffled sounds from inside hinted at a conversation taking place. Y/N's determination peaked, and she couldn't resist the urge to find out more. When the door creaked open, she instinctively ducked behind a corner. "Well, well, it seems we've had a silent observer. No need to hide, dear. Come on in."

Y/N, caught off guard but unable to resist the woman's inviting presence, stepped into the elegant foyer. "I'm Elizabeth, Bucky's mother. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Y/N, nervously shaking Elizabeth's hand: "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you too, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth greeted Y/N at the elegant entrance, dressed in a fancy outfit. Her warm smile and the fancy decorations around her created a vibe of sophistication, hinting that Elizabeth wasn't just elegant but held some important role in the Barnes family.

Bucky widened his eyes; this was the first time Y/N saw him look nervous. This is why he's being secretive. When he got back home, his mother asked him about his girlfriend. As the queen of the underworld, she knew everything. He is not ready to introduce Y/N to his parents yet. Because he doesn't want to scare her. But his mother followed him back to the university because she wanted to meet Y/N. Warmly, Elizabeth said, "Y/N, dear, it's wonderful to finally meet you. Bucky has told me so much about you."

Y/N, still processing the unexpected encounter, stammered a greeting. As the conversation unfolded, Y/N's gaze flickered between Bucky and Elizabeth, trying to decipher the unspoken tension in the room.

Elizabeth, noticing Y/N's nervousness: "No need to be on edge, my dear. Bucky has mentioned you quite a bit. You're not the first to be taken aback by our family's... complexities."

Upon first laying eyes on Y/N, Elizabeth's discerning gaze softened into an approving smile. Y/N's genuine warmth and charm left an impression on Elizabeth, who understood why Bucky was captivated by this delightful presence. Elizabeth's initial assessment hinted at the beginning of an affectionate bond, recognizing in Y/N the qualities that had endeared her to Bucky. Y/N chuckled nervously, and Bucky wanted to stop his mother before she made Y/N feel awkward.

But before he could stop her, Elizabeth had already pulled Y/N away; while leaving her son's apartment, she said to Y/N, "I've been waiting for an opportunity like this, dear. I've always wanted a daughter, and you seem like the perfect fit for our family." Watching his mother and girlfriend walk away, Bucky grumbled, "I never thought my mother would steal my girlfriend. What kind of alternate universe is this?"

5 Hours Later

Elizabeth arrives at Bucky's place with shopping bags in tow. "Well, that was quite the shopping adventure! Your girlfriend has impeccable taste, Bucky."

Bucky put down his reading glasses, "Girlfriend? I thought you stole her to be your shopping buddy."

Elizabeth playfully answered, "Oh, she's more than just a shopping buddy. Take good care of her, Bucky. I don't want my sweet future daughter-in-law slipping away."

Bucky rolled his eyes, "Future daughter-in-law? You work fast, Mom."

Elizabeth smirked. "When you know, you know."

*****

The next day, Y/N met Bucky again, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She animatedly recounted her day with Elizabeth.

Y/N enthusiast explained her day to her boyfriend, "Your mom is amazing, Bucky! We went shopping, and she's got this incredible sense of style. We chatted about so many things; she's so warm and friendly!"

Bucky couldn't help but smile at Y/N's excitement. However, when she turned the conversation toward Elizabeth's life in the underworld, Bucky hesitated.

Bucky brushed her hair with his fingers. "Well, you see, my parents are part of the third generation in the underworld business. For my mom, it's like a normal life."

Y/N, sensing there might be more to the story, looked at Bucky curiously.

She asked him, "Normal life in the underworld? What does that even mean?"

Bucky contemplated for a moment, debating how much to reveal.

Bucky cautiously explained, "My mother is... well, let's just say she's not afraid of much. Enjoying life in her own way, navigating the complexities of the family business."

Y/N, intrigued, couldn't help but wonder about the untold aspects of Bucky's family and the shadows that lingered beneath their seemingly ordinary lives.

At Barnes Residence

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the elegant interior of the Barnes residence, Elizabeth couldn't contain her excitement. She burst through the front door, the soft click of heels against the polished marble floor announcing her arrival.

Elizabeth entered the living room with a beaming smile, "William, dear, you won't believe the day we had! Bucky and Y/N are officially a couple!"

The spacious room, adorned with tasteful decorations, seemed to light up at Elizabeth's joyful announcement. The subtle fragrance of a scented candle filled the air, creating a serene ambiance.

William looks up from his newspaper with a grin, "Well, isn't that something? Our son finally found someone."

William Barnes, Bucky's father, was cold and stern, often appearing tyrannical to those outside his immediate family circle. Despite his icy exterior, his demeanor softened when interacting with his wife, Elizabeth, and his son, Bucky.

Elizabeth gracefully settled into the plush sofa, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of joy and mischief. The living room, adorned with family photos and heirlooms, bore witness to the countless stories the Barnes family had shared over the years.

Elizabeth animatedly said "And not just someone, William! Y/N is a gem. We spent the day shopping, and I can't wait for you to meet her. She's lovely."

Setting aside his newspaper, William couldn't help but chuckle at his wife's enthusiasm. The room resonated with the warmth of their connection, a testament to the years they had spent building a life together.

"Sounds like our son is in good hands. When do I get to meet this future daughter-in-law of ours?"

Elizabeth playfully pinched her husband's nose and said "Soon, dear. Soon."

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[markantonys]

hi :)) saw the trailer and i'm so invested already!! this season looks as if it's going to be even more exciting than the last two which seems hard to believe but i trust in rj and the cast < 3

shoutout to more cauthor + ef5 moments and rand getting to know his two future girlfriends (that bit of aviendha insulting him while he smiles and elayne giving him good advice had me vibrating fr)

hello!! and YES!!! if i'm remembering correctly, you haven't read the books but know a fair bit of general spoilers (like rand's romances)? if that's the case, then i must tell you that the book this season is based on is widely considered the best in the series, so we'll be in for a real treat and yet another huge level up from the already-delightful first two seasons! and if i'm remembering wrong and you have read the books, then you know this already haha

with many shows often declining in quality as they go on, it's so exciting to see WOT continue to outdo itself every season! i adored s1 and thought it was perfect, and then s2 came and knocked my socks off, and i'm sure the same thing will happen again with s3 after i've been considering s2 the peak! especially now that we're finally getting to meet the last of my remaining favorite characters who haven't already arrived AND getting to kick off my favorite romances. WAHOO!!!! and getting to see the whole gang back together hanging out at least for a little bit! including cauthor! s3 will have so many of my favorite WOT things in it!

and the avirandlayne vibes are impeccable so far, 10/10 no notes! rand and elayne bonding over the Burden of Duty, rand being into it when aviendha insults him, it's all such a perfect capturing of their vibes and this is only from 2 seconds of footage! to think ahead of s2 we were still like "hmm, but will they even do the polycule? probably, given min's viewing in s1 and the establishment of polyamory with alanna...........but what if they don't?" and now ahead of s3 we already have confirmation that meaningful avirand, randlayne, AND avilayne interactions are in store for us this season. we are COOKING!!! it's so nice having that Polycule Security this time around haha and the show and the cast are always so good at really selling relationships (of all kinds, not just romantic) in only small amounts of screentime, so however much time avirandlayne may or may not have together this season, we can rest assured it will be used very wisely!

[alloveydovey]

Hellooooo, dramas from this past month :) I had a lot of fun watching most of these, which hadn't been happening lately.

The Story of Park’s Marriage Contract, 2023 (kdrama) 7.5/8

A woman from the past travels to the future where she meets a man who resembles her deceased husband. In need of a wife, he strikes a contract with her, and blah blah blah, you know what happens next.

The chemistry was there 100%, the comedy too, but overall, I think it was just a mid watch for me. I was three episodes away from finishing but was struggling big time because I was getting bored.

The Romance of Tiger and Rose, 2020 (cdrama) 8

A scriptwriter ends up inside her own creation as a side character who dies early on in the drama and has a really bad reputation.

This was hilarious. Laughing out loud alone type of hilarious. It didn't make any sense at all, and it was extremely silly and sometimes even frustrating, but both actors were so great with the comedy (Zhao Lusi the actress that you are), so everything was just fun and romantic and cute... and weird enough, emotional af as well. I love these types of dramas where, after watching, you kinda feel empty inside lol. Comfort drama material? 100%

My Demon, 2023/24 (kdrama) 8

A demon becomes powerless after crossing paths with a cold heiress (who he obviously knew in their, guess what? Yes, past lives)

Kim Yoo Jung and Song Kang (his character is everything) were so cute in this! Their chemistry was definitely chemistring. I loved the concept and all, but for some reason, I couldn’t put my whole heart into this drama, which resulted in me being a bit disappointed. I’d get bored sometimes. I still don’t know if it’s my problem though. Maybe it wasn't the right time to watch it since I had been watching so many dramas with similar storylines. I’ll give them this, though, these two were truly a comedic duo™️

My Man is Cupid, 2023/24 (kdrama) 8

A love fairy accidentally shoots himself with an arrow and ends up in love with a human, condemning him and his group of cupids to 500 years on Earth. In modern day, he gets entangled with a veterinarian who might be connected to what happened in the past. Also! Murder mystery.

This one just goes to prove that liking a drama is all about vibes for me. Is this different from what I’ve been watching? Nope. It’s not better than the other ones above with similar premises. Yet somehow, unlike the others, it got my attention way more, and I totally binged it. Even when this particular one had some very confusing, probably so-so writing, moments. Granted, it has Nana in it. Nana makes everything worth it (Jang Dong Yoon was cute as well lol).

My Girlfriend is a Gumiho, 2010 (kdrama) (rewatch!) 7.5 ⭐️

A cute gumiho saves an irresponsible rich kid who wants to become an action star by giving him her bead. Both of them gotta stick together while he heals.

Like I said back when I first saw this, COMFORT!! And I was in the mood for something silly and sweet after the same themes over and over again. I can't get over how cute Shin Min A and Lee Seung Gi are in this.

Falling Into You, 2022 (cdrama) 9

A student-athlete wants to do high jump but doesn't have the required height for the sport, so a postgraduate student-coach decides to take him under her wing and train him. Noona love story ensues.

So... I have a lot of mixed feelings about it because, all in all, I think this is one of the best cdramas I've watched. It's beautifully shot, the music is incredible, and the pacing, story, characters, and acting are all impeccable. Aside from Meet Yourself (fav ever) it's truly one of the most naturally acted cdramas I've seen so far as well. Even outside the romance part, everything was really good.

Now, was it inappropriate? For me, at least, I think it was. This young student is supposed to be 20, and his coach is said to be about to turn 28. They are both consenting adults (let's put it that way), but the power dynamics thing is still there. Overall, it was a nice surprise, and I completely binged it.

Welcome to Samdal-ri, 2023/24 (kdrama) 9

After a scandal, a famous photographer runs back to her hometown. Her ex, with whom she had an intense fallout (childhood friends to lovers), is there, and it seems like neither of them has moved on. (Also about family, and grief)

From the moment I saw Shin Hye Sun and Ji Chang Wook's pictures next to one another on a tweet saying they were going to be in a new drama together, I knew this was going to be a 10/10 in my books. Maximized joint slay. Add the hometown cha cha cha vibes, and you have an amazing tear-jerker drama. The rest of the cast is a great complement as well; their acting and their stories just make everything really emotional (I cried a lot lol), but it is 100% worth the watch. I'll be honest about one thing, though. As much as I loved it, it took me a while to finish the last two episodes cause I feel like they dragged the story a bit.

Princess Hours/Goong, 2006 (kdrama) 8

In a reimagined modern SK, a girl from an ordinary family gets hitched to the crown prince because of a promise both of their grandparents made in the past. A Diana x Charles x Camilla drama ensues (but like, with a happy ending).

This is what I like to call DRAMA™️. The type you hate everyone's behaviors, and you laugh, and you hate the ML, but you also want him to get with the FL, and you start hate watching, and then you giggle when they share moments and completely forget ML is a really shitty person lol. I started this cause I got sick, and I got way into it. ML being a major asshole and the FL having no self-respect (like the good old dramas and telenovelas) aside, I enjoyed binging this, and I can see why it was so popular. Their romance, though deeply flawed and a product of the time the drama was made, had some great moments, slow burn and natural as well. I was lowkey hoping for a happier ending, tho, but it was cute enough. Also, music bro, that main song is never getting out of my head. Comfort drama material: 100%

Playful Kiss, 2010 (kdrama) 5

FL confesses to ML, and he rejects her harshly. When her house collapses, her father moves them in with an old friend, who ends up being ML's father.

So after Goong, I thought I'd probably be able to watch this. Wrong. Shin's got nothing wrong in comparison so Seung Jo. Seung Jo is probably my most disliked ML ever lol. I binged this, hoping it'd get better, or just like Shin in Goong, he'd change a bit after getting together with FL. But nope, he remained an asshole throughout the whole thing. Gotta love that consistency. Comfort drama material: 1% (I saw the comments on Viki, and I don't know how people rewatched this, lol.)

[squeakyleftsneaker]

Watching My Hero Academia for the first time: S3, Ep. 1-3

Can you believe we've come this far so fast? I can't! Anyway we're having a lovely time here with what is the summer vaycayn't arc of the show. And I'm looking forward to it! So I've put two lists together while I watch– one of my favorite things, and one of the things I didn't love while watching. And then I ramble a little at the end. Here we GO!

Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens

New intro dropped and I am jamming to it

I rlly like Kurogiri he has impeccable vibes

Cute that they're going over everyone's quirks for me (thank god. I'd forgotten some of these mfs) (I still think the tail is stupid)

IZUKU THANK YOU FOR BEING SOCIALLY INEPT

Iida also thank you for being generationally diligent

Thinly veiled recap episode I will accept you because you're cute

KIRISHIMA UR GOD'S STRONGEST SOLDIER FOR BABYSITTING MY STUPID EVIL GAY SON

Katsuki yelling at Shouto, colorized

Shouto is on his conspiracies beat when it comes to Izuku being All Might's kid.

ACAB. But hi All Might's lover!

I've been calling Katsuki lil homie gayass and deranged which he is but it's CRAZY that Izuku is still calling him Kacchan like girl WHAT

Aizawa is mother. Honorary lesbian.

KATSUKI IN A TACKY ASS LIL SKULL SHIRT LIL HOMIE GAYASS

MONOMA MY STUPID GAY SON FROM NEXT DOOR HIIIIIIIIIII

Izuku truly the greatest service to hero exposition

Lmfaooooooo these poor kids are beat tf up

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO MIDORIYA'S SCROTUM" AND KATSUKI BEAMING I'M CACKLING. Poor Izuku. This tiny child who is bullying him is an icon

Truly Katsuki is the funniest bitch alive bc lil homie gayass how are you going on and on about how much you hate Izuku only to sit next to him for dinner

I love this child for murking Mineta and also OFC Izuku looked at this lil guy who punched him in the balls and said "I can help him"

Man the show touches upon these little flashes about how good heroes and good parents won't ever be the same thing and it's like. Damn. My heart.

Katsuki damn near crashing out about not improving I love him.

Sero just standing on a cliff shooting tape into the forest has me CACKLING

Love the notion that class B is like. Normal hero students. And class A is just fucking WEIRDOS (Monoma being the exception ofc)

Hi lowkey I'm in love with Mandalay :>

I love Tiger. I love all the Wild Wild Pussycats. Because they are all Gay <3

Katsuki baby. Blowing up a furnace is embarrassing. SHOUTO BABY UR ADORABLE

JIROU DEFENDING HER GIRLFRIEND YOU LOVE TO SEE IT

You know normally I'm all for leaving people alone when they want to be left alone, but little kids sometimes need a little support even if they don't want it. Izuku's a real sweet kiddo, it's nice he wants to look out for everyone.

AW IZUKU. TELLING YOUR OWN STORY. THROUGH THE LENS OF SELF ACCEPTANCE. BABY.

Scarred up guy with my ear piercings and jacket I like you

Shouto really said "Izuku you're kinda annoying but you're a good person <3" I love him and his 0 social awareness

✨ REVELRY ✨ IN ✨ THE ✨ DARK ✨

TSUYU AND URARAKA HOLDING HANDS I LOVE WHOLESOME YURI

OH HE'S GOT FIRE??? BALLER WITH MY JACKET AND PIERCINGS????? TWIN????

There's totally a mole at UA

When the Dog Bites, When the Bee Stings

I hate Mineta

I hate sexual harassment being played for laughs

KAMINARI BITCH YOU'RE ON THIN FUCKING ICE AND IT IS CRACKING MORE AND MORE BY THE SECOND! BEING MINETA'S LACKEY IS NOT ACCEPTABLE!

I HATE MEN!!!!!! PIGS THE LOT OF THEM

The way this show is just not about to examine the child soldier of it all is a genre staple but I do wish that a show that was as trope-happy as this one also did a little bit of trope examination

Mineta is uncharming as hell

Show my dear can we not be sexist for like TWO FUCKING SECONDS?

TWO SECONDS, IS ALL I ASK. TWO SECONDS WITHOUT A CASUAL SEXISM

TWO SECONDS WITHOUT CASUAL SEXISM YOU FUCKING MONSTERS

IIDA BEING MAD AT MINETA IS RIGHT SHOW STOP BEING WEIRD ABOUT THESE GIRLS. FUCKING WEIRD

FUCK MINETA

CAN THE SHOW NOT BE WEIRD ABOUT THE TEENAGE GIRLS FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY. WHYYYYYY

I kinda wish the show gave us a little more of the adults' world. It'd be a lot of detail in this world that adds to the richness

This is a pretty low-key season opener, which I take to mean that they're going to go apeshit in the actual season. And indeed the villain attacks seem like they're going to be pretty wild. But what I'm really enjoying about it all so far is how they're kinda. Letting them be kids for a while. A lot of times young kids in media can feel like adults writing adults in teen bodies, these kids act like KIDS.

I again think that the juxtaposition with the adults is really good at showing all that off– All Might's own hesitance, Aizawa being a hardass but very much aware that they're Lil Guys, even the more over the top heroes are handling em with kid gloves. Good to see that, especially in a superhero show (though the kids will have no choice but to fight, the grownups emphatically do not want that rn)

[spacerangersam]

It makes me feel so fuzzy inside that your character Gwynfor has the same pronouns as me, and her gender vibes are simply impeccable I love how you draw him so much!

I thought it'd be fun to do something a bit different with Gwynfor and her pronouns since I do have a habit of (blank)/they-ing my characters, so I'm glad you think it's cool :) He is so very gender, isn't he? I really like that sorta 70s/80s glam-rock / rockstar girlfriend aesthetic, and I thought it'd suit her super well. Aw, thanks! She is super fun to draw, especially the hair (when I can get it right), I should definitely do it some more...

I've been making up little fashion boards for my OCs lately, just for some quick inspo if I need to describe them in a scene, so as a treat, here's Gwynfor's

[theandeebeehive]

MY FIRST SHOUJO WEEK

My day isn’t complete without watching 3-4 anime episodes. On top of these, I oblige myself to watch a new anime series that’s been marinating on my Netflix watchlist for too long and be able to decide if these series are worth marinating for longer or being expelled.  Hmmm, this is a good idea- maybe create a mini segment in this blog and my future anime review posts called “Watchlist retain- watchlist remove”

Since this week and the last, I have been feeling all lovey-dovey, I have decided to create a blog post dedicated to the romance anime I have watched recently.

A SIGN OF AFFECTION

Plot and Story Flow ⭐️⭐️⭐️

PLOT: A story about a deaf college student who met a handsome stranger on a train. She captured his attention through sign language.

STORY FLOW: Linear and Progressive- “Opposites Attract"

Yuki who is a college student hasn’t tried out so many exciting things in life due to her disability. She then found her key to rediscovering herself through Itsuomi- a spontaneous, travel-loving, handsome guy who fell for her kind-hearted well-being.

Visuals (Graphics Quality, Animation, Character Design) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

When it comes to the animation, Signs of Affection is impeccable, polished, and consistent. The character designs are so detailed yet it emphasizes softness. The lines used were thin, and the color palette of each character was unique to its own. What stands out most is the emphasis on the eyes and lips of each character. Every character, main or not, was made sure to be looking so gorgeous. This anime is so “Shoujo-fied”, and as a shoujo-fan, I consider this one of the best-drawn anime that I have watched so far.  

Soft lines, major emphases on subtle facial expressions, hair, eyes, lips, and skin tones.

The Controversy Behind The Anime

What made this controversial for me was the Playboy vibes of Itsuomi. As an advocate of students with special needs, I take a bit of offense at how Itsuomi displayed so much confidence or assertion in making Yuki his girlfriend. It felt to me that he had taken a bit of advantage of her disability in how he bluntly expressed his love for Yuki. It made me queasy. 😐

A GIRL AND HER GUARD DOG

Plot and Story Flow ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

PLOT: It's a story about a 15-year-old freshman high student who is also a granddaughter of a famous Yakuza clan who tries her best to navigate high school with or without the help of her 26-year-old guardian.

STORY FLOW: Linear and Slow-burn-“impossible (forbidden) Love”

As Isaku grows up, it’s inevitable for her to fall for her guardian, Keiya, who’s been with her since she was 5 years old. For Isaku, her unrequited feelings for him are so well-kept, because Keiya shows affection to her as how parents show affection to their children. Little does she know, Keiya eventually grew feelings and fell in love with her. But being a part of the Yakuza, it was a struggle for him to express his love without associating innocent and intimate moments with outward sex.

Visuals (Graphics Quality, Animation, Character Design) ⭐️⭐️

Graphics-wise, it’s somehow visually appealing, especially to younger audiences who haven’t experienced 90s anime. The sharpness of this series is profound and very similar to most anime that were released from year 2018-2024. It gives detailed backgrounds, vibrant colors, and texturized elements. But what made me really iffy with this anime besides the story, was the animation quality. If this anime was made from the 1990s to the early 2000s, inconsistencies in character design are somehow forgivable. However, this anime was released (If I am not mistaken) 2022-2023. The glitches were so right in-your-face, that made it so annoying to watch. But boy, Keiya is such a hottie (which somehow waged my irritation with the visual quality of this anime)!

Please take a good look at the inconsistencies! 🥴

The Controversy Behind The Anime

The age gap of the main characters is questionable enough to begin with. How can an almost 30 year -year-old guy, fall for a 15-year-old “freshman” high school student, and not just that, how can he get “too physical”  with a girl whom he took ward of?

Isaku at 5 years old. Keiya at 16. 😖

The Contrast Between the Two Anime

There’s already a huge disparity between these two anime when it comes to visual elements.  A Sign of Affection obviously has the graphic quality to capture my attention, however, in contrast, the story is a bit bland for my liking (As someone who always craves intensity ). The story of the side characters in this anime has more charm compared to the main. On the other hand, even though controversial, the story of A Girl and Her Guard Dog got me a bit thrilled because there are just some moments in this anime that will make you go “uh-oh” and “oh-what-the F” ---which, in my opinion, is essential in any anime series that you watch. So basically, the story of the Girl and Her Guard Dog compensated for the lack of visual appeal.

Ema and Shin ( A Sign of Affection) - A more interesting couple compared to the main.

Rin and Kyoya (A Sign of Affection)- A more interesting couple compared to the main.

Which Anime to Retain and Remove from the Watchlist:

Both to retain.

A Sign of Affection- to watch the romance between Kyoya and Rin and, Ema and Shin .

A Girl and Her Guard Dog- To see Keiya and go crazy over him.

Keiya should be really searching for someone who is the same age as him 😏

[pixel-percy]

☕ Matthew Murdock's favorite barista happens to be his next-door neighbor & is now his girlfriend. They just can't get enough of each other. ☕

Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday | Sunday

☕ Word Count: 866 ☕ Music Vibes: Seven by Jung Kook (feat. Latto) ☕ Warning(s): Smut (oral fem receiving) ☕ A/N: I can't believe it's the end of the week! AHHH! This is my first time attempting something like this & I'm incredibly proud of myself for accomplishing it. Thank you to anyone who has kept up, plans to read it in the future, stumbled upon it, anything! I had a ton of fun :)

Sunday

The smell of pancake batter filled the air of your apartment, a steady low sizzle as it cooked in the pan. It was still early in the day, the sun shining just over the tops of the neighboring buildings to illuminate your kitchen. You breathed in deeply, intoxicated by all the sensations, and leaned your head back against the edge of the kitchen island.

Matt tugged you further down the countertop by your thighs, legs resting comfortably on his shoulders. You squirmed a little as his tongue swirled around your clit and your back lifted off the surface every so slightly. His fingers massaged your thighs softly, exactly where you knew there would be bruises, and ran them up and down your skin occasionally.

“Mmm,” you hummed, lulled by the motion of his tongue. Slow, intentional drags, like a personal prayer along your folds.

Your old, worn t-shirt had been pulled up past your breasts—where this endeavor started after you’d hopped up onto the island to watch him cook—and your underwear was nowhere to be found. You’d been wearing some, but Matt had tossed them somewhere without much thought. You wouldn’t be surprised if maybe they had landed in the sink.

Sleep still tugged at your eyes, a haze over your entire being, lazily picking up your arm to nestle your fingers in Matt’s hair. He smiled against you, teeth nibbling gently against the sensitive nub. You were sore, also like you’d predicted, but he was doing everything to make you feel comfortable and appreciated and adored. Every time he buried himself between your legs he devoured you like a four-course meal, lapping up everything he could before your body would inevitably become too sensitive for it to be enjoyable.

A scent touched your nose, the start of something getting a bit too cooked, and before you could say anything, Matt was pulling away from you. He gently placed your feet on the edge of the counter and kissed your knee.

“Stay there,” he whispered, an early morning husk coating his voice. With ease, he flipped the pancake to the other side, batter barely spilling, before he turned back to you and parted your folds again. Your breath hitched for a second, the pace of his tongue a little more vigorous than before, and you reached back to grip the edge of the countertop.

You didn’t say anything, the haze of sleep, sex, and pancakes filling your head. He groaned like he was eating his favorite food and it made your jaw clench. Another impeccable sight to see for any of your nosey neighbors. You hadn’t received a complaint yet but every day you wondered if you’d find a note on one of your doors telling you to keep it down. Time would tell.

Matt’s pace quickened the moment he felt the telltale sign you were close to your orgasm—muscles contracting and stiffening with every stroke of his tongue over you. You fidgeted a little but he held you in place no matter how much you writhed against his grip. It only took another minute before you let out a cry, body shaking, folds leaking with his spit and your cum. The pressure you felt in your head fizzled, a tingling sensation traveling over your skin as Matt pressed a sweet kiss to your sensitive clit. Your orgasm dangled in the air.

Matt moved away from you to place the pancake on the stack he’d already been making and brought the pan to the sink beside you. Your head lolled to the side a bit to look at him, gorgeous in the morning rays, chestnut locks tousled from your fingers. He smiled a little, feeling your gaze.

You watched him take a clean hand towel from the drawer you liked to keep them in, soak it with the warm water, and position himself between your legs again. Slowly, and with care, he dragged the material from your clit down to your entrance. He was always thorough and thoughtful with his aftercare.

He walked past you to toss the material into the laundry—he had also leaned over to pick up something you assumed was your underwear to add to the pile as well. When he returned to you, you still hadn’t moved from where you laid on the kitchen island. Your breath had steadied but you couldn’t bring yourself to remove yourself from the bliss. Matt had stood in front of you, vision flipped, his hands on either side of you.

“What a week,” you said, a little breathless still. He chuckled a bit and leaned down to press his lips to yours in an upside-down kiss. The taste of yourself on his lips permeated the kiss despite knowing he’d licked them clean like he always did. Your hand touched his cheek affectionately and scratched at the five o’clock shadow that had started to appear.

“What a week indeed,” he muttered. Matt pulled away and walked toward the plate of pancakes he’d masterfully made between eating you out. “How many pancakes you want?” 

You didn’t want any of it to end. The smiles, the laughter, the fun, the joy, the earth-shattering orgasms…

Good thing tomorrow was Monday.

[supervisormeero]

Syril Karn Has Impeccable Ken-ergy

For legal purposes, this is a joke. Also, I'm giving @hegodamask co-author credit on this, because some of these ideas are hers! Anyway, beware of Barbie spoilers:

"Barbie has a good day every day. But Ken only has a good day when Barbie looks at him." Huh, who does that sound like?

Ken's commitment to fashion -> Syril's commitment to tailoring his uniform and suits

I get that the vibe of these scenes is very different, but in the most general, unserious sense: Ken popping up in the back of Barbie's car and begging her to let him go on the adventure with her = Syril showing up at the ISB and begging Dedra to listen to him

That whole scene where Barbie gets annoyed with him and tells him to go for a walk, and he walks away, still staring at her, with the saddest and most forlorn look. Syril energy

Ken going to all those random places and demanding to be given a job despite having no qualifications -> Syril wanting to get into the ISB, despite having little to no actual Imperial work experience (no one at that level is going to count Preox-Morlana)

The whole girlfriend-boyfriend conversation. "I was thinking I could stay over tonight." "Why?" "Because we're girlfriend and boyfriend." "To do what?" "...I'm actually not sure."

"SUBLIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" - this is exactly how Syril would react if Dedra agreed to go on a date with him. Either that, or he'd start crying

The whole "I only exist when you see me" thing, because you know Syril only thinks he's really living when Dedra's looking at him

The fact that Season 2 Syril is apparently going to "find out who he is" away from his mother and Dedra, which I'm assuming won't be completely dissimilar to Ken discovering patriarchy and then immediately making everything, including himself, 100000000x worse

If Syril had the confidence, he would absolutely pull out a guitar and serenade Dedra in her office with whatever the Star Wars version of "Push" by Matchbox Twenty is, and now I need someone to draw this please, please, please

[aokozaki]

Boyfriend Sometimes Girlfriend's transgender vibes continue to be impeccable because while Ch. 4 hasn't dropped yet, the End of Volume 1 Extras have (because even at just three chapters, they're long chapters) - and they consist mainly of a "next time" preview.

Anyway, in the preview, the delinquent character who got Girl'd by someone else with the Kiss Curse seems to be losing his entire gourd, while Akizuki is cheerfully suggesting "yeah don't worry man you just need to get a bra and stuff".

They seem to be explicitly pointing out he's way more calm about all this than someone else would be like. Hmmmmm. 🏳️‍⚧️