#(I have a mullet and am awkward)

[springgirlshowers]

How about the reader and Joost are childhood friends that get split up, but reunite because Joost wants them to be apart of his eurovison team. They realize they miss eachother a lot and confess and happily ever after (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

It’s So Sweet

Paring: Joost x GN!Reader (no pronouns used!)

CW: none!

A/N: ahhhhhh this one is so cuuuuuute! i love the childhood friends to lovers trope so much! thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy it <333

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Joost and you were never seen apart as kids. Always walking in the school hallways together, sitting and partnering up in the classes you had together. Constantly hanging out after school and on the weekends. You two were basically connected at the hip.

Until your family gave you the news you would be moving to Sweden. Something to do with a better job opportunity. You begged for them not to, to move somewhere where you currently were at least. Though you knew your pleas wouldn’t do much.

Before you left, Joost and you exchanged emails. To keep in touch while you two would be apart.

You did for awhile. But as you both got older, your emails to each other took longer. It would be weeks, months, before you replied to each other.

Until they just stopped completely. You two had gotten too caught up into your adulthood. You hadn’t returned to your hometown since you moved away.

Joost fell into a successful career as a musician. You getting yours as a dancer.

It’s been years since you and him talked.

Your heart nearly stopped once you saw the notification when you were on the bus after a rehearsal.

joostklein has requested to follow you.

His profile picture was a picture of him as a toddler. The one you’ve seen so many times before, hanging on the wall in his living room when you went over to hangout after school.

You looked through his account, he almost looked the exact same as he did when he was a preteen. Only his body was scattered in tattoos, he had grown a mustache, much taller, and his hair was dyed into a nearly white color and cut into a mullet.

His most recent posts were a reel revealing how he’d be representing the Netherlands in the next Eurovision competition, and another video revealing the date his song for the event would be released.

Minutes after you accepted the request and followed him back, he messaged you.

It was a simple question, asking if you were the same one he knew as a kid. You responded, telling him you were.

The texts following after that were a little bit awkward. Soon the tension between you both was gone, you told each about what you’ve been doing for the past years, how they’d gone, what you’ve been doing now.

After exchanging phone numbers, the texts turned into calls, then video chats.

You listened to his songs, almost going through every single one of his albums in one night.

You were surprised by a lot of the lyrics, by how the innocent boy with a side swept haircut you once knew, was now singing about having sex with women to a mario kart remixed beat and saying “suck my dick bitch” multiple times in another song.

You honestly found them catchy, however you realized they were better to listen to with earbuds in or alone, rather than in any public place.

However, the lyrics in other songs were more heart breaking. God, soul shattering even.

“Maybe it was wrong. But I miss us, I miss home.”

“My dad who was laying there, seen but no authority. We'll see by the days, we don't say goodbye. My mom who was laying there, I often think about that day.”

“Hey, I have a disease, it's a very specific one. I always panic and they have no therapies.”

“But still it hurts. Am running from myself. Cry the entire day for "help"

Joost would show you his tattoos, the ones he already had and the ones he wanted to get in the future, drawings he made, but he refused to show you the idea concepts for his Eurovision costume.

He told you he wanted it to be a surprise.

The day before he revealed his outfit to the rest of the world. He called you during a work break, telling you he had to show you something.

You opened the video call to see him standing there in a big bright blue suit with extremely pointy shoulders.

You felt bad when you let out a laugh, slapping your hand over your mouth to muffle it.

“You like it?” He asked, posing goofily.

“Yeah. It’s very…silly. Very big.” His grin only grew larger at your words.

“Perfect. That’s exactly what I was aiming for.” He smiled and sat down.

“So, your other friends, one of them is gonna dress up as a bird? And the other is gonna wear a clip on ponytail?”

“Yep!” He pipped. You just laughed and shook your head. He cleared his throat, his face on the screen looking nervous all of the sudden.

“So, you told me you still dance.”

“Yeah! I do group shows and stuff.” You nodded, placing your head on your fist.

“That’s great, very great. Um, do you still hakken?” You were a bit taken aback, confused by why he was asking about that specific dance.

“Uh yeah. But usually jokingly, like when I’m with friends.” You bit at your thumbnail. “Did you ever learn?”

“Yeah! I’ve gotten pretty good at it.” He chuckled, going silent for a minute after. “I’m wondering if you would perform with me, like on the stage. I need another back up dancer. And you’ve always been so talented at it.” His words made you blush, but you were still a bit unsure on what he was asking you.

“So, um, you want me to do the hakken dance with you? At your performance?” You felt nervous, when you did the dance you usually did it after a night of drinking to make your friends laugh.

“Only if you want to! I mean, we could meet up, I’m in Sweden now.”

“What?” You shouted, cringing at how loud it was.

“Yeah, i’ve been here to do interviews and all that stuff.” He scratched at his arms, a bit embarrassed he didn’t tell you earlier about this.

“You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He spoke, “Its free of charge for you, you’ll get paid for it. If that persuades you.” He added on, joking.

“I’ll do it for free.” Maybe your answer was a bit too quick, maybe it was impulsive. But you really wanted to see Joost again, you’d jump at any chance you could see him.

The both of you agreed to meet up a few days later at a park not far from where you lived.

The park was quite empty, most likely due to the fact the sun was already going down, an orange gradient filling the sky.

You nervously walked up to him, he was sitting on a bench. He looked so familiar yet so different. It gave you a strange sense of nostalgia.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He immediately grinned as he saw you. You sat down next to him.

The sunset cast a golden glow on his face, making his blue eyes so much more prominent, his face was so gorgeous.

“So you’ll really dance with me?”

“Yeah, why not.” You shrugged, completely unbothered by his question.

“You’ll be on a giant stage in front of thousands of people. You’ll be on TV with the entirety of Europe watching.” Joost felt nervous, he didn’t want to pressure you into doing this, he really wanted you to be there with himz But he wasn’t gonna force you into something you had no interest for.

“I’ve never been one for stage fright.” You smiled, the sweetness in your expression made his worries begin to drift away.

“Perfect.” He looked down at his feet, smiling so hard his cheeks begin to hurt, “I’ll text you the schedules and everything you need to know.”

“Cool.” You looked down at your shoes as well. Enjoying the comfortable silence and soft breeze of the air.

“I really missed you.” He spoke out, added your name to the sentence, making it more impacting. You looked at him, jaw ajar in admiration.

“I missed you too.” You said softly, placing your hand over his. Soon wrapping it around his. You both sat there for a few minutes like that.

“I’ve been thinking of moving back.” You broke the silence. “To the Netherlands, that is.”

“Really?” Joost looked at you, a mixture of amazement and shock in his face.

“Yeah. A company reached out to me, giving me a job opportunity. Really good pay, positive reviews, a safe workplace.” It felt funny, you were thinking about coming back to your hometown for the same reason your family made you leave.

“That’s great! You should take it!”

“I probably will. It seems promising.” You squeezed his hand. “And it’d be nice to be close to you again.” You added on, pursing your lips to try and hold back a smile, it failed.

“Yeah, yeah, that would be nice.” He murmured,“Um, I should get going, early TV interviews tomorrow.”

You nodded, getting up before he did.

“Just text me what channel you’ll be on, i’ll make sure to watch for you.” You said, a little bit too excitedly.

“Yeah, yeah, I will! I’ll see you later.” He chuckled.

“I’ll be in the Netherlands in a month most likely, just so you know. See you, Joost.” You turned, only getting a few steps in before his voice stopped you, causing you look back at him.

“There’s this really great ice cream parlor that opened up there, maybe we could, uh, go there when you’re back, if you’d like?” He cleared his throat.

“I’ll be going back in a month too, just for a little bit before I have to come here again.” He fiddled with his fingers.

“Awesome then, it’s a date.”

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[gardnhee]

can we start over? - c.yj

✸ tw/content. intentional lowercase, cussing, angst(very little), fluff, use of baby (only like once or twice.), reader is slightly antisocial in the beginning, not really proofread

✸ exbsf!yj x afab!reader

✸ note. yj drabble cs i love him an unhealthy amount

✸ song rec. start over - jacquees

you stood in a corner like the awkward person that you are. away from all the chatter, laughter, yelling, and horny crowd. this is how you liked it, you indulged in your solitude.

the unbearably loud music rang in your ears, the fact that you were standing just a couple feet from the speakers didn’t help either.

you decided to drown the ringing by taking a sip of your cup, inhaling a sharp breath as the liquid cascaded down your throat.

“…who hired this dj? music’s unbearable…” you murmured as you frowned at the dj who stood a couple steps from you.

it was fairly boring for a while, the music slowly started to feel faint as the stuffy atmosphere began to push its way into your already tight space. you slightly squeeze the plastic cup in your hand, pressing your back against the wall.

you felt trapped.

deciding you’ve had enough of this, you walk away from the corner. as if you were popping a bubble; like a puppy opening its eyes for the first time, but instead of meeting with a fascinating world, you’re met with drunk shit heads who can’t dance, let alone walk in a straight line.

“where is she…” you huffed, looking for the coworker who invited you to this party, if you can even call it that. it’s more depressing than a fucking funeral.

pushing through everyone was a literal pain in the ass, the environment reeked of alcohol, and the air was incredibly thick. you were starting to regret even accepting the goddamn invitation.

go they said, it’ll be fun they said, “fun my ass.” you utter a small ‘tsk’ as a man twice your size bumps into you, not even having the common courtesy to apologize. god, this is horrible.

you somehow ended up in the kitchen. sighing in frustration, you rest yourself against the counter.

“i’m going to fucking kill-“ you started, but were rudely interrupted when someone walked into the kitchen.

your eyes slightly widened as you acknowledge the person. your ex best friend. fun.

he was whistling along to the horrendous noise these people call music, happiness basically oozing from his pores.

he turned his head to you, looking at you from head to toe in shock, shock which soon subsided and was replaced with an expression you can’t quite describe.

“oh.. hey.” yeonjun waved, mullet drenched in sweat as some loose hairs stuck to his forehead. he breathed heavily, his once joyful demeanor now engulfed in…uncomfortableness? melancholy? nostalgia? it’s been so long that you can’t tell anymore.

he slowly made his way to the fridge, giving you an awkward smile as you bite your inner cheek and look away.

it was silent for a while, you could feel his eyes burning holes into your face.

“yn?” he quietly said, arms crossed over the open fridge door. he looked at you, waiting for a response.

in all honesty, he didn’t expect one. at least not after ghosting you completely and then coming back a couple months later like nothing happened.

he scoffed and shook his head with a sad smile, sighing in disbelief. he was disappointed in himself.

yeonjun shut the fridge door and begun to lead himself out the kitchen, “yes?” you replied with urgency, you didn’t want him to leave. not again. not after losing him for months.

he chuckled, looking back at you. “you’re…not mad at me?” he asked, feet moving in your direction. he realized you aren’t so closed off anymore, you’re more…awake, as if you’ve come to terms with the gravity of things, and for that, he’s thankful. he can make things right now.

you grew nervous, a prominent lump built up in your throat, making it difficult for you to breathe. “i wouldn’t say i am - or was - mad, i guess i..“ you stopped yourself as yeonjun stumbled, falling onto you.

you tried backing up, but couldn’t. fucking counter…you thought, swallowing slowly as the smell of alcohol invaded your nostrils.

“yeonjun? yeonjun, you’re drunk.” you tried pushing him off, but he didn’t budge. instead, he laid his head on your shoulder, “not drunk, just… tipsy.” he blabbered.

it was silent for a couple seconds until you heard him sniffle. he was crying.

“wha…” he grabbed your waist, sobbing into your shoulder. “i’m so-“ he hiccuped, followed by a groan. “i’m sorry, yn, i’m sorry!” yeonjun cried, lifting his head in an attempt to look at you. you stood there, dumbfounded. heart hammering against your chest. he’s drunk. it was evident, yet he still denied it.

he peeked at you through his wet lashes, incoherent sounds slipping past his lips as he wiped his runny nose. “and you say you’re not drunk? look at you! why are you crying?!” you raised both brows in confusion, stroking his hair softly.

you’re supposed to be cussing him out for all the hurt he’s caused you, for leaving with absolutely no explanation, yet here you are, combing your cold fingers through his sweaty strands as he bawls into your shoulder. you’ve seen him like this more often than not; always manages to surprise you, though.

“i’m not drunk…. ‘m sorry” he hesitated, wiping the wetness from his eyes with the back of his hand. as you realize how close your bodies are, you nod, circling around him.

yeonjun turned, biting his lip. he wants to say something. you know he wants to say something, but he’s holding back and it’s making you anxious and impatient.

“would you maybe…want to leave?” you blink, all previous feelings of discomfort disappearing. “what’re you planning?” you question, crossing your arms as you sternly stare at him.

“maybe grab some drinks and then go to my place?” he smiled, which quickly disappeared when you displayed a doubting look. “i mean, i just want to talk to you…without all the noise…and the multitude of people.” your heart shattered, and you were sure your eyes softened, because his did too.

“fine.” yeonjun’s ears perk up, big smile on his face. “let’s go.” you nodded, grabbing his arm before he left the kitchen.

“i’m driving.”

“but-“ his eyebrows furrowed, “no buts, deny it all you want, we’re not risking it.” he sighed, defeat poking through the pout on his lips. he lowly hummed in agreement, walking out of the kitchen with you trailing close behind.

“home sweet home!” yeonjun exclaimed, arms flying in the air as the bag of soju dangled in his hand. “yeonjun, be quiet, it’s late.” you slowly grabbed his arm, taking the bag of soju away. “i shouldn’t have allowed you to drink on the way here.” you sighed, placing the bag on the counter and taking out the already opened box of soju.

he pouted, stumbling towards the little coffee table that sat in the middle of his living room. “bring some soju, please!” he slurred.

you grabbed the box, nestling it under your arm as you made your way towards drunk yeonjun.

you sat down, setting the box on the coffee table. “oh…i forgot to bring shot glasses.” you groaned, fixing to stand up when yeonjun stopped you.

“no, it’s okay. i’ll go get them.” he smiled, patting your hand.

“but-“

“it’s okay.” he shook his head, standing up and making his way to the kitchen.

in a matter of seconds, he was back, sitting in front of you with soju in hand, two shot glasses already set on the table.

yeonjun held the bottle from the bottom with one hand, and swirled it vigorously with the other. you watched him closely, how his hands wrapped around the bottle, you wonder how they’d feel on your face-

“yn?” you blinked, snapping back into reality. “yes? i’m sorry.” you gulped, noticing a full shot glass in front of you.

as you were about to reach for the glass, you stopped midway. sighing as you plopped your arm down on the table. yeonjun noticed this and raised a brow, “is everything…alright?” he asked, pouring soju into his glass.

“yes…and no.” you admitted, “i mean i just…i missed this, you know? spending time with you. i missed being here. i missed this apartment.” you paused, staring at yeonjun who was now looking down at his thighs.

“i missed you.” you leaned forward, arms now crossed on the table. yeonjun snapped his head up, quickly grabbing his glass and gulping the liquid down.

“ahhh…” he set the glass down, frowning as the liquid burned his throat. “i missed you too yn…” he smiled weakly, you realized he wasn’t in the right mind for all the sappy stuff right now, so you decided to change the subject.

“tell me, what have you been up to?” you smiled, grabbing your glass, tilting your head to the side as you swallow the drink.

“me? hm…not much….” yeonjun leaned forward, smile spread across his flushed cheeks.

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you lost track of time, it seemed. but you weren’t the only one. yeonjun, too, lost track of how many shots he took. not that it mattered, he was already drunk out of his mind to begin with. “baby…..” he slurred, reaching out to you as you gasped. baby?? are you serious??

“yeonjun what…” you decided to stop yourself, not even questioning anything that came out of his mouth.

after looking around for a minute, you groaned. there is so much to clean up.

an unfinished 20 pack of soju on the table; only 4 remaining, some snack wrappers thrown on the table, and a drunk yeonjun who can’t even utter a proper sentence.

“‘m s’sorry” he hiccuped, head lulling as he smiled like an idiot. his lips glistened under the dim light, most likely from all the constant licking and drinking he’s been doing.

“let me take you to your room so you can sleep.” he shook his head violently, backing up against the sofa behind him as you made your way to him.

“no!” he pouted, looking at you with tears brimming his eyes. “oh you’re such a child, come on let’s go!” yeonjun pushed your hand off his arm, whining.

you stopped and huffed, sitting down beside him in order to comfort him, “why are you crying?”

“i f…feel like shit” he cried, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “why do you feel that way?” you knew this was just a drunk fit of his, but you had to at least hear him out.

“‘cuz i ruined my chance with the person i love” he sniffles, staring into your eyes with his teary ones. you blinked, wiping his tears with your thumbs. “and who may that be?” you question, stroking his shoulder in a comforting manner.

“you.” you inhale sharply, blinking in confusion. you shook your head, chuckling awkwardly, “you’re just drunk, come on.” yeonjun stopped protesting, defeated by his own tiredness.

you wrapped his arm over your shoulder, dragging him while leaning against the walls for support. “goddamnit, what have you been eating? you’re so heavy.” you strain, sighing in relief as your eyes find his bedroom door.

opening the door was one thing, laying him on the bed was another. you pant, his body weighing you down. as a result you slipped and fell.

on top of him.

jesus fuck.

you froze when he groaned. “i’m so sorry!” you scrambled to stand up, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you against him.

“sleep with me tonight, please.” yeonjun whispered, lazy smile spreading across his face. you shake your head, “yeonjun, you’re drunk. we can’t be doing this. you’re not in the right mind!” you faintly shake your head, “please?” he insisted.

you sighed, pressing your forehead against his chest. “fine. but i will be leaving first thing in the morning.” he chuckled, nodding. “if you want to get comfortable, my shirts are over there-“ he hiccuped. you nodded and patted his chest in understanding. “just sleep, okay?? i’ll be right back.” yeonjun hummed, closing his eyes.

you wake up groggy and disoriented, staring at the window as a ray of sunshine peeked through the curtain, making you squint and smile lazily.

you rub the sleep from your eyes and stretch, “good mor-“ you stop as you notice yeonjun isn’t in bed with you anymore. you look around the room once more, no sign of him.

a pang of worry and confusion washed over you. one would think it’s stupid considering the fact that you’re in his house, yet you can’t help but be alarmed.

what if he left you again?

‘oh that’s stupid, yn. pull yourself together.’ you shake your head and scoff, but the panic settles at the pit of your stomach nonetheless.

throwing the blanket to the side, you stand, yawning as you wobble towards the door.

“yn-“ yeonjun stops, doorknob in one hand and breakfast tray in the other. he eyed you as you stood there, eyes wide in confusion.

yeonjun blinked, “good morning?…” he lets out a breathy laugh, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him with his foot. “i made you breakfast.” you felt your heart squeeze at that. he smiled, walking over to the bed and signaling you to lay down.

and you did. you laid down, placing the warm blankets back on your body and smoothing them over in order to create a flat enough surface for the breakfast tray.

“thank you so much..” you gush as yeonjun placed the tray in front of you. he sat down, crossing his legs and smiling like a total idiot.

“you’ve been nothing but smiles since you walked in the room…did something happen?” you question, making yeonjun hang his head with an even bigger smile on his face. “you look so beautiful.” he mumbled, adjusting his position on the bed.

“what?” you looked up, cheek stuffed with food. he snorted, scooting forward and leaning towards you. “i said,” he wiped your lip with his thumb, eyes traveling to yours, holding them dearly. “you look so beautiful.” he chuckled at your expression, making his heart skip a beat.

“you’re making a mess, be careful, yeah?” you grab the tray, placing it to one side as you choke on your food. yeonjun stands with you, stroking your arms with his soft hands.

“hey, you alright?” you nodded, grabbing onto his shoulder for support. “it’s just…” you stopped, swallowing the lump in your throat. “you caught me off guard, that’s all.” yeonjun’s eyes softened, “i meant it.” he caressed your face as a warm smile tugged at his lips.

“why…why are you being so nice to me?” you stepped away from his hold, sitting back down on the soft bed. he sighed and flopped down beside you, staring at the curtains that blocked the sunlight.

“because i’m in love with you.” his eyes traveled from the window to you, “i’ve been in love with you.” you waver, eyes widening in confusion. “and i don’t want to mess up again.”

“so last night-“

“i remember.” yeonjun nodded, fidgeting with his thumbs as he bit his bottom lip. “i guess i was drunk enough to let that slip but not enough to forget.” he reasoned, gazing at you briefly before staring at his feet.

“it’s okay if you don’t want anything to do with me, i mean-“ you placed a hand on his, drawing circles on it with your thumb. “yeonjun, im in love with you too.” he stopped, shifting on the bed.

“what?…”

“im in love with you too.”

he stuttered, mouth opened for a few seconds before closing it again. you saw the glint in his his eyes before being pulled into a hug.

a long, warm, cozy hug.

a hug you’ve been craving for a while.

his hug.

you broke into tears, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “oh god, yn, i’m deeply sorry. i’ve hurt you so much.” yeonjun ran his fingers through your hair, cooing softly.

you stained his shirt, but he didn’t care,“i missed you so much, you know? we stopped talking for so long. i thought i lost you for real…” you say between sobs, lightly punching his chest.

“i forgive you, dumbass.” he stayed quiet, you’re too nice. he didn’t deserve you, he didn’t deserve your forgiveness. yet you gave it. you gave something so precious to someone who doesn’t even deserve a single look from you.

yeonjun held your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs. he smiled, “how about this, you finish breakfast and then we can go wherever you want. i’ll explain myself. i’ll explain everything.” you nod slowly, grinning.

“there’s my yn, i missed you.” he quipped, earning himself a slap to his arm. he winced, rubbing the spot.

“is this a date then?” you question, grabbing another bite of your once forgotten food.

“hmmmmmmm” yeonjun tapped his chin, laughing as you whine. “yes dummy, it is.” he flicked your forehead lightly as you giggled.

you grab his arm, “let’s get ready then.” yeonjun didn’t budge as you tried dragging him along, “but the food…” you shook your head, “it’s gone cold, plus i know you’re somewhat hung over so let me treat you to food, hm?” you tapped his hand reassuringly.

“yn-“

“i’m not taking no for an answer.” he pursed his mouth, slowly nodding in defeat.

“perfect, where do you want to go?”

“how about…”

you both disagreed the entire way to the bathroom, laughing and giggling as jokes were thrown around between sentences.

you missed this.

you missed yeonjun.

he was willing to start over, and you were willing to let it happen.

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[reigningqueenofwords]

Go Sports!

Pairing: Dean x Reader Request: @jessicalynnann Foot ball coach dean a fluffy love story ha ha ha

Letting out a sigh, you glanced down at your nephew. “You couldn’t do band?” You teased him. 

“Nope!” He grinned. “I wanna learn football!” He said proudly. 

“Alright, let’s do this.” You walked with him towards the other kids. Your sister and her husband had died the spring before, leaving you to raise your 8 year old nephew. He’d had a rough spot not long after moving in with you, but you cut the kid some slack. He’d lost his parents. Then, right before school started, he said he wanted to try out for football that fall. Which, you hadn’t even been aware football for kids that young was even a thing. After some googling, you’d found the local team for his age. 

He ran ahead of you, eager to get started. You stood off a bit from the other parents, feeling out of place. You were only 23, so you got some odd looks. Your sister was 11 years older than you, so of course the two of you were in different phases of your lives! “You look a little nervous.” Came a smooth voice, making you jump slightly. “Sorry. I’m Dean.” He held out his hand. 

“Y/N.” You shook it. “Still getting used to all things ‘kid’.” You admitted. “But, he really wants to learn to play football, so here I am.” 

“Little brother?” He asked, looking to where you were pointing. 

You shook your head. “Nephew.” That one word said so much. 

He nodded, not prying. “Well, good luck to him getting on the team.” 

“I’m hoping. I read comments about the coach- Coach Winchester. Everything said he was great with kids, and parents saw a boost in their kid’s confidence working with him. Of course, some of the moms just called him ‘yummy’.” You noted. “I figured that would be someone I’d like working with David. I mean, aside from the yummy thing. That was just an odd thing I noted.” 

“Hopefully football can be a good outlet for him.” He said casually, not making a comment about the ‘yummy’ part. 

“Coach!” A man with a mullet came over, making you raise an eyebrow at Dean. “Looks like everyone who signed up for tryouts is here.” 

Dean smiled at you. “Hi, I’m Dean Winchester. I coach the Little Bangles. This is my assistant coach, Ash. Bit weird, but the kids love him.” 

“This isn’t awkward at all.” You said shyly. “Hi, Ash. I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself to him. “I’ll let you guys get to tryouts. I’ll be over…there…” You motioned behind you before quickly turning and walking away. 

“She’s cute.” Ash noted. 

Dean watched you walk away. “Yes, she is.” He said before taking the clipboard from Ash to go rally the kids. 

David made the team, which meant you’d be seeing a lot more of Coach Dean Winchester. The thought slightly flustered you. Which was why you had to do a double take when he walked into your job two weeks after tryouts. “Hi, Coach. Can I get you something to drink?” You asked after you handed him a menu. 

“Coke, thanks.” He gave you a grin that damn near melted you. 

“One Coke.” You noted, going to get that. No wonder the moms called the man ‘yummy’. “Here you go.” You said as you set down his glass a few minutes later. “Do you need a few minutes?”

He shook his head. “I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger and fries, sweetheart.” He handed you the menu. “How’s working going today?” Dean asked as you took the menu before writing his order down. 

“Not too bad, thankfully. Almost over.” You told him truthfully. “Been on my feet since 5 this morning.” 

He made a face. “Oh, bet David loved getting up that early.” He chuckled, lighting up when you laughed. 

“No, my best friend is a God-send. She’s a nurse and gets off at like 4 am. She went to catch a nap at my place and then watch him until I get home.” You were beyond thankful for her. “But, I will get that order in for you.” You gave him a small wave and went to get his ticket into the kitchen. 

Dean was just finishing up his meal when you came over. “Refill?” You motioned to his Coke. 

“No thanks, sweetheart.” He shook his head. “How much longer until you get off?” 

“You’re my last table. So, I once I get you cashed out, I’m headed home to listen to David talk to me about football and try to follow along.” You chuckled, making Dean grin. 

“Not a fan of it?” He asked as he pulled out his wallet. “Can I get the check?” 

You shook your head. “I jokingly yell ‘go sports’ when I watch it with David.” You admitted, enjoying how he threw his head back and laughed. “And yeah, let me get that for you.” You quickly went to get his check. He made you feel both shy and comfortable. It was such an odd combination of feelings. 

He watched you as you came back, noting there was a shyness to you now. “If you’d like, I can come watch football with you and help explain things. You know, so you don’t have to ‘try’ to follow along. If he sticks this out, do you really want to be yelling ‘go sports’ while he plays in high school?” He teased. 

“Good point.” After thinking for a moment, you nodded. “Alright. Can you come over for Sunday night football tomorrow? I order us a pizza.” 

“I’d love to. How about I bring the pizza?” He offered. 

“How about I order the pizzas, and you bring soda?” After all, you were the one inviting him over. You’d pay for the more expensive part of things. 

“Fine. Fine.” He held up his hands. “Let me pay for this, then you can clock out, and I’ll walk you to your car. Get your number and address.” 

Smiling, you nodded. “I think that works for me.” 

Every Wednesday and Friday you saw Dean for practice and games. Then, every Sunday he’d come over for Sunday night football. Eventually, Monday night football was added to that. Before you knew it, it was Superbowl Sunday. Shockingly, you found yourself really looking forward to it. Even if you’d be meeting Dean’s parents. Apparently, his dad really went out for Superbowl Sunday, and wanted you and David to have the full experience. “When is Dean gonna be here?” David asked, looking at you from the couch as he played with his football. He’d been up since 6 that morning, in his jersey, waiting. 

You chuckled. “Any minute now.” You assured him moments before you heard the sound of Dean’s car. “Hear that?” 

David got up and bolted to the door. “Finally!” He pulled the door open to see Dean walking up the driveway. 

“Heya, kiddo.” He grinned. “You can get in the car, I’ll help Y/N get the food she made.” He ruffled David’s hair as he reached him. 

You watched them fondly, chuckling as David ran to Baby and got in. “He’s been waiting for you all day.” You told Dean. 

“Well, I’ve been waiting to see you all day.” He winked. “So, I had a question.” 

“Yes, I made those potato skins you like.” 

“That makes me a very happy man, but not what I was gonna ask.” He looked a bit more shy than you were used to seeing him. You tilted your head, curious, and motioned for him to go on. “We’ve been spending nearly every weekday together, and I’ve really liked that. Was kinda hoping you’d be my girlfriend?” 

That wasn’t what you were expecting, but you weren’t complaining. “I’d love that!” You beamed at him. 

“Oh, thank God. Was so worried I was misreading things.” He breathed, hand on his stomach. 

“Nope, but I had no idea you were actually interested in me.” You admitted, confusing him. “I mean, I’m playing single mom to my nephew. You could have pretty much any single woman in town. Hell, any woman in town.” 

He took your hand in his. “And yet I spend most of my spare time with you and David. I love that kid. His Aunt is pretty great, too.” He gave your hand a squeeze. “So, let’s get all that food I know you made, go enjoy Superbowl Sunday, and then plan our first real date.” 

“I think I need to thank David for insisting on playing football.” 

[joanvisitsrome]

stars between us ch.1 - h.c

Welcome to the first chapter of Stars Between Us! I don't know how many chapters this is going to be, but I'm excited! Comment if you'd like to be in the taglist!

Summary: You hit it off with Hazel on the bus ride to a school trip.

Contains: Fluff, one bed trope, nerd!reader, Hazel being happy to make new friends i need her please

“You guys really want me to go to fight club?” You were talking with Isabel and Brittany while waiting for Mr. G to start the class.

“Yeah! It’s huge on like female empowerment and stuff!” Isabel explains excitedly. Brittany nods along, going along with what Isabel is saying.

“Yeah, but other than you two, who else is there? PJ? The PJ that told Brittanay that she could poop out a hot dog?” Brittany nods out of agreement.

“There’s also Hazel. I think you two would make really good friends actually. She’s a little nerd like you.”

“She likes books and astronomy!?”

“More like bombs, but that’s not the point.” You widen your eyes at the response, flabbergasted by this new advancement in what you knew about Hazel. Surely, she was on the less-known, nerdier side of the people, usually quiet in class, but you didn’t know she made bombs. You had to admit, you were pretty damn impressed.

You looked at Hazel from across the room. Her shaggy mullet was a mess, and she was wearing a matching olive green shirt and shorts set. She awkwardly smiled and waved at you, to which you quickly raised your hand and looked away.

“Am I really this awkward?” you mumble, aggravated, your head in your hands, “how am I even friends with you guys?” you ask Brittany and Isabel.

“Well, you are the cheer team’s manager. And you’re very pretty.”

“I guess. What time is fight club today?”

“Don’t you remember? The camping trip starts today! We don’t have fight club since we’re all going home to pack.”

“Oh yeah! I already brought my stuff to school, so I’ll be here until the bus comes.”

“You really like planning ahead, don’t you?” Isabel points out.

“It takes away some of my anxiety. If I’m unprepared, I turn into the most stressed person ever.” you admit, a bit embarrassed. Mr. G comes up to the front of the class and begins to teach. You open your notebook and begin taking notes, even though you knew that you were going to have to go home and research, since Mr. G never taught correctly.

You spent the rest of the day going through most of the works, classes, lunch, and whatnot. You weren’t looking forward to having to wait two hours at school. That was for sure. You hated being in an empty school. Even though you had your book, you knew things were going to get very boring, especially since the cell phone and wifi in your school was horrible. The end of the day did approach though, and you sat in a corner nearby the gym, reading Romeo and Juliet for the millionth time. Although it was a play, in old english, and probably one of the silliest love stories you had ever read, you found some sort of comfort in it. It had been your favorite thing that you read during your freshman year of high school, and something you ended up trailing back to each year. After finishing the book, you opened another book that you brought with you. You were desperate to stay entertained and not preyed on by the football players before Isabel and Brittany got back.

Eventually though, they did. You grabbed your things the second they approached you, complaining about how boring it had been for the two hours you had waited after school. However, your two best friends were able to put a smile back on your face almost immediately. You three were laughing and talking the whole way to the bus. However, it was only two to a group of seats.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind, but I kinda want to sit with Brittany. I hope you’re cool with that.” Isabel says. You know she feels bad, and that Brittany probably is sitting with Isabel so she doesn’t have to deal with PJ.

“Eh, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” You walk over to PJ, only to see her sit down with Josie. But then you see Hazel. She’s sitting alone, at the window seat, listening to music. You see her curled up to the window, the long, knitted sleeves of her bowler’s cardigan past her hands and near her face. Hoping Hazel wasn’t too weirded out by what happened in Mr.G’s class earlier, you hesitantly tap her on the shoulder.

“Hey, Hazel?” Hazel almost jumps with how startled she is by you.

“Y-yeah? What’s up?”

“Mind if I sit here?” Hazel nods and motions for you to sit in the seat next to her.

“I don’t think we’ve actually talked before. I’m uh, Hazel. Hazel Callahan.” An awkward smile paints her face as she holds her right hand out for yours to shake. You tell her your name and shake her hand.

“What music are you listening to?” You decided to at least make some conversation with Hazel. After all, Brittany and Isabel had said that you two would get along.

“The Smiths.” she says while nodding, and pausing the music.

“I love The Smiths.” From then on, you two were yapping the whole bus ride to the campsite. You told Hazel about your favorite books, as well as some star-gazing you were looking forward to doing. Hazel told you about a bomb kit she bought off the black market, as well as how she was looking forward to the weekend away from home.

“The stuff about the stars you were talking about was pretty cool,” Hazel admits, “you’ll have to tell me when you’re going out to go and see them.”

“Of course! It’ll be fun! It’ll be nice to go star-gazing with a friend.”

“We’re friends?” Hazel looks like she’s genuinely asking this question.

“Of course we’re friends. You’re so nice, and we have so much in common.” You can see Hazel have this new sparkle in her eyes. Finally, someone likes her for her and actually wants to spend time with her? Just then, the bus stops, and you have to get up to retrieve your things. You reunite with Brittany and Isabel, excitedly telling them about how you had made friends with Hazel.

“Well, that’s good, since you two are going to be sharing a cabin with us.”

“Wait, really?” you ask while you guys walk to the cabin.

“Yeah. The whole fight club was going to share one, but there weren’t enough places for everyone, plus, Sylvie and Stella-Rebecca didn’t want to go.” Just then, you see Hazel headed toward the same path. You give her a small smile and wave, and she does the same. You all enter the cabin, to see that there are three beds.

“Alright,” PJ says while unlocking the door, “Brittany,”

“Absolutely not.” Brittany says, cutting of PJ mid-sentence, “I will be sleeping with Isabel, you will be sleeping with Josie.”

“So,” Isabel continues to you, “that leaves you and Hazel.”

[gojonish]

first meetings || ᵗᵃᵏᵃˢʰⁱ ᵐⁱᵗˢᵘʸᵃ

how you and mitsuya met

pairing: takashi mitsuya x fem!reader

content: fluff, lowercase intended, one curse word, idk how old mana and luna are but pretend they're like four here, i'm not a big fan of how i wrote this ngl

note: as y'all can see, i am still in my mitsuya arc teehee

mitsuya didn't believe in soulmates.

he believed love was overrated. especially when seeing takemitchy and hinata be all lovey-dubey, it made him realize how cringy dating can be. besides, he was too busy with toman and his sisters to even think about love. he knew there was a time for it, but he didn't think now.

well, at least until he met you. he still remembers that day like it was yesterday.

~~

it was a sunny day, a little too hot for mitsuya's liking. he decided to take his sisters out to the playground near their house since they had been begging him for days now. he eventually complied, bringing along his sketchbook and pen to draw while his sisters played.

after a while, mitsuya noticed it was getting dark. did time really fly that fast? he looked up from his sketchbook to see his sisters-

where were his sisters?

he could've sworn they were playing on the swings just a minute ago- where could they have gone in such a short amount of time?

mitsuya looked everywhere in the park: the playground, the skatepark, the soccer field- but his sisters were nowhere to be found. he kept calling out their names, but there was no response.

he spent a good two hours looking for luna and mana but unfortunately, he couldn't find them. he sat on the stairs of his house, his head in his arms and tears threatening to leave his eyes. he was panicking now, hesitating to call the cops.

then he heard it.

"takashi!"

mitsuya looked up to see his two sisters running toward him, both with joyful tears in their eyes. they tackled him to the ground and hugged him, happy to be reunited with their brother.

"we're sorry for running away!" luna sobbed.

"yeah, we won't do it again!" mana cried.

mitsuya was so relieved, he thought he was hallucinating. tears streamed down his cheeks and he smiled softly, "it's okay, don't do it again, you little monsters.”

unbeknownst to the grey-haired teen, you were awkwardly standing in front of him, your hand rubbing the back of your neck nervously. that's their brother? he's so hot!

you didn't expect your shopping spree to be interrupted by two little girls asking for your help to find their brother. after many attempts on trying to ask what their brother looked like through their loud sobs, you decided to just walk them around the city until they calmed down.

after they finally eased up (which took almost an hour) you were finally able to ask them where they had come from which they replied with the park. they somehow led you to their house, which resulted in you being in this awkward situation.

the brother was cute, he had piercings and a grey mullet reaching down to his neck. he looked about your age, maybe older, but you weren't completely sure. he had a cute smile, one that made your cheeks heat up quickly.

after about three minutes, the family broke off their embrace. the two sisters lightened up when they saw you and tried to get their brother's attention on you.

"takashi! this pretty lady helped us find you!" mana said, holding you hand and jumping excitingly.

"yeah! she even bought us ice cream to make us feel better!" luna replied, pointing at you and smiling.

mitsuya finally locked his eyes on the girl his sisters were looking at and he felt his world stop. you were so...

pretty. so, so pretty

he's never seen anyone like you. you were ethereal- not a part of this world- an enigma to anyone's eyes-

"hello?"

mitsuya was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your heavenly voice. "i'm sorry, what were you saying?"

you chuckled, which caused his heart to beat a bit faster, "i just wanted to ask if you'll be alright? i know you must’ve been worried about your sisters.”

mitsuya blinked, "oh, yes! i'll be great- amazing even! thank you for bringing them back.”

"of course, they were so sweet," you smiled and then breathed out, "well, i guess i'll be on my way then."

mitsuya didn't want you to leave, not yet. he didn't even get your name!

"wait!" he called out as you turned away, "would you like to stay for dinner? after that i can walk you home."

you chuckled nervously, "no no, it's alright-"

a stomach growl coming from you interrupted your sentence.

"you know what? maybe i'll take your offer," you laughed, "i'm (l/n)."

"mitsuya, nice to meet you, (l/n)."

you smiled and followed him inside, but stopped when you saw him pause in front of the door.

"hey, can i take you out tomorrow? for lunch or something?" he asked.

"oh, what's the reason?"

"think of it as repaying for finding my sisters for me," he winked, which made your throat dry.

you chuckled, "you really don't have to-"

"i want to."

your heart was beating too fast now, "okay fine mitsuya, deal."

the rest of the night was a time with laughter, jokes, and subtle (awkward) flirting between the two potential lovebirds. the two of you became friends quite quickly and with that, mitsuya’s friends figured out his girl-crush on you quite quickly.

~~

extra!

mitsuya had recently been drawing you, just because he was so mesmerized by your beauty. he loved your reaction when he showed you the many sketches that he drew- and since your birthday was coming up, he wanted to draw a portrait of you as a present. he was currently practicing in his notebook.

mitsuya was so focused on drawing you that he didn't even notice the blonde that came up behind him.

"mitsuya, who's that you're drawing?" chifuyu asked, looking over the grey-haired boy's shoulder. "it's a girl!?"

upon hearing his voice, mitsuya shut his notebook (a little too quickly) and hid it behind his back, "she's nobody! she's just a fashion model i saw online."

"right..." chifuyu eyed him very suspiciously, but then left his area.

mitsuya let out a sigh of relief that chifuyu didn't catch onto his crush. if he had found out, then all of toman would know by now-

"guys! mitsuya has a crush on a girl and is drawing her in his sketchbook!"

oh shit.

[sometipsygnostalgic]

I havent played Hades 2 beta, but when the game comes out, theyre gonna finally rescue Zagreus and Persephone from Cronos and it's going to go something like this:

Persephone: He's always so grouchy! I try to liven the mood a little yknow?

Cronos: YES. HADES WAS ALWAYS LIKE THIS EVEN WHEN HE WAS A BOY. HE KILLED ME THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TIMES AFTER ALL

Zagreus: So it IS family tradition!

Cronos, sipping tea: I HAVE NO ANCESTORS, BUT YES, I DID THE SAME THING TO THE FABRIC OF REALITY

Melinoe smashes the door, covered in blood: Mother! brother! I am here to kill Cronos and save you from--

Persephone: Melinoe! You made it!!! *gasp* And look how you've grown!

Melinoe: Tea? Wh. whats going in here? Cronos, are you poisoning my family??

Zagreus: Uh. Well this is awkward. It turns out Cronos is actually a smashing guy.

Melinoe: And i am going to smash his skull across the halls of Hades for what hes done!!!

Hades: Persephone! Zagreus! Finally we are here to save you from this fool.

Persephone: .....Save? Honey, did you tell our daughter that we were kidnapped? We were having afterdeath lunch.

Hades: Unacceptable! I cannot have you associating with this cur and his lies!!

Persephone: I didn't realise you were such an artist when you were young, Hades! And you had a mullet??? How bold ;)

Hades: NOOOOOOOOO

Melinoe: Lunch? I have been training the past ten years for this battle!!!

Zagreus: ...If it makes you feel better, once Dad locked me outside for ten years because he went to get milk and forgot I wasn't home.

Cronos: TEA, ANYONE?

[hetaero]

about me.

18 year old gentle mommy domme; trichophiliac. pretty much aromantic.

NOTE not looking for anything, but okay with discussing kinks platonically (for relatability. please no self-inserts/roleplay, I'm not looking to dom anyone). Do NOT MESSAGE ME about wanting me/wanting to talk to me sexually in any way. I also prefer to interact with people not more than 5 years older than me in general, since otherwise that would be a bit odd for me. It is ONLY OKAY to message me about objective questions and discussions about kink. No "you and i". Still, even then, I'd prefer sending me an ask first. I only reply if it seems interesting and if you specify what you want to talk about and you don't seem like you're trying to talk dirty to me. Also I'm really awkward/I have high functioning autism so don't expect me to be good at interacting💀

*this post is subject to periodic changes based on my experiences

things I'm into:

cutting boys hair (in a caring way)

watching boys have their hair cut

pretty much all things gentle femdom

light mommy dom/little boy dynamic (can include age regression or not; can include both sfw and nsfw activities)

gently pegging/fingering boys

extremely shy boys/virgins/inexperienced guys/nerds/sexually repressed dudes (I have issues)

Boys in skirts (NOT sissies. or non-cis men)

light bondage (mostly using hands to hold people down)

+ I'm also into cutting girls hair but with girls I'm not gentle at all like I am with guys, lmao

things im NOT into:

Vaginal sex. or giving oral. or receiving anal. Getting head is nice but thinking about it doesn't do anything for me. I'll do those things eventually but they just don't ... turn me on really

Older men 😐 if you're over 5 years older than me please don't interact with me directly

hard/rough domming/being a "mistress". not into the mean shit. No degrading either

hardcore bdsm of any kind (a little bit of bondage is okay)

being submissive in any way (I do like subs teasing me sometimes tho that's about it)

women or non-cis men

having my own hair cut. Oddly enough not my thing

extreme or bald hairstyles (hnts, extreme flattops, mohawks, mullets aren't for me)

Non-head hair play

any impact play/pain (other than light smacking or choking, which is fine, I'll do it if asked)

Hardcore abdl. Not into diapers really / I draw the line at feces 💀

Pet play/puppy play of any kind. The cat ears are as far as I'll go

findom

anyway. uh. be nice. this is just an outline but there's obviously more to my wants and icks than this so feel free to ask

[xoxominghxe]

“Emo Core” X.M

Emo!Xu Minghao x Preppy!Reader 🤍

[Synopsis] : Minghao is known as the popular emo kid around the school but all it takes is one girl for him to fold

[CW] : Minghao is lowkey a hoe, reader is horny, mentions of sex toys (reader buys them from Spencers), innuendos, foul language, fluff as hell, Minghao is whipped for the reader

[WC] : 3k

[A/N] : This was supposed to be smut but I’ll just make a separate oneshots for that but enjoy this cute little story, lmk who you wanna see and alway feel free to request members <3

There’s a myriad of questions you’re asking yourself right now. One of them being “why am I at the back of Spencers on a Tuesday night at 7pm?” But, you were too well aware of the answer to that one. You had come to Spencers looking for a butt plug, simply wanting to test out the waters of a new sensation. Why? Because you’re bored and have nothing better to do.

Why yes, of course you’re such a cute and preppy girl, wearing bows and skirts of lighter colors, but you weren’t boring. You knew the ways around sex, though you were a fresh non-virgin. Your past boyfriend taking your virginity, albeit disappointing, you still knew the way around your body, so why not try something new.

As you looked through the array of kinky toys and products, passing up rainbow dildos, bullet vibrators, and lingerie, you finally reach the section for butt plugs.

You look through the selections and find a light pink set with hearts. Opting to stick to your lolita core values, you pick up the set and decided it would be nice to try. Before you leave the aisle you pick up some lube and make your way to the front. That idea is soon interrupted by you colliding with a tall figure as you turn around, your face slamming into their chest.

You look up to apologize and your face turns from an apologetic frown to a wide eyed state of horror. The person you bumped into was Xu Minghao, the popular alt kid who went to your school, a grade above you. He was knows as The8 at the school, because every girl who’d supposedly gotten in his sheets said he was packing an 8 incher. You never really cared about it because you didn’t talk to him, but damn was he fine now that you’re seeing him up close.

He was about 5’10 with a lean figure, broad shoulders and long arms and hands. He wore an AC/DC shirt with layered jeweled belts, bracelets, and necklaces with black torn skinny jeans and platform chunky boots. He had a mullet that was black at the top with a platinum blonde peekaboo and dark guyliner around the perimeter of his eyes. You stood frozen in shock for a couple seconds, praying he didn’t know who you were before apologizing.

“So sorry, sir! I didn’t see you there!” You squeak, trying to get this awkward interaction over with. He looks you up and down and quirks his eyebrow before muttering a small “Do I know you from somewhere?” Your eyes widen in horror as you’re quick to say no in hopes he won’t realize your lying. “Hm? No, I don’t think I’ve seen you from anywhere!” You’re quick to exclaim, realizing you sound so embarrassing. You feel like crumbling into dust under his piercing gaze as he shrugs his shoulders and moves to the side.

You start walking and quickly realize the register is empty, fear flashes through you as you realize… he’s the fucking cashier. “Did you find what you’re looking for today, miss?” He asks while walking with you to the register. You couldn’t be more embarrassed as you hold your items close to your chest, keeping your eyes on the floor. “Uh, yea I found everything perfectly fine..” you mumble as you both get up to the register. He steps behind the desk and holds his hand out for you to place the items. You quickly place the items in his hands looking away as this is extremely uncomfortable. He takes a look at the items and confusion passes through his eyes as he rings them up and placed them in the bag.

“Cash or card?” He asks, tapping buttons on the register. You look back towards him and he takes another look at your face. You notice him looking a bit too hard and you panic. “By any chance is your name Y/N?” He inquires. Your heart drops to your ass, not only does he know your face, he knows your name. The worst possible scenario is playing your right before your eyes. Taking your silence as an answer he lets out a chuckle, placing his elbow on the table and covering his eyes laughing.

You sigh and look towards him, “Wow didn’t know this was a comedy show, a girl cant buy butt plugs?” You state as you roll your eyes and pull out a fifty dollar bill. He looks up at you still slightly chuckling. “My bad cuz just didn’t know Princess Peach could even catch herself buying a sex toy, let alone a butt plug” he teases, examining the package of the plug itself before taking your money and putting it in the register.

“Princess Peach is real funny coming from you, Bowser.” You tease back.

“Damn, you got me good on that one,” he begins, starting to count your change, “just didn’t expect you to be buying something like this when you look as pure as snow.”

“And that means a girl can’t have fun? Isn’t it prime time for that typa stuff?” You question.

“I mean yea but like…you look like your favorite song is by Lana Del Ray, not exactly butt plug buyer vibes.” He quips, handing you your change and your bag. “My favorite song is actually Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead, thank you very much.” You retort, grabbing your bags, walking to the exit of the store hearing his laughs as you take your leave. You make your way out of the mall, kinda enjoying the encounter with the boy. Of course it was embarrassing, but at least you now knew Minghao wasn’t some asshole who would curse you out.

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It’s been two weeks since you saw Minghao, and you cant lie and say he wasn’t on your mind. Though you had a lighter color pallet, you also cant lie and say the dark alt aesthetic didn’t do him justice . His tall stature and lanky body fit the black clothes and dark makeup he wore perfectly.

You had seen him around school campus very few times after your encounter, neither of you ever talking to the other. You had successfully used the butt plugs and you cant say they were your favorite. The foreign feeling didn’t aid you much pleasure, so you thought to go back to Spencers for something else to try, maybe new lingerie or a dildo.

Walking back into the Spencers you hadn’t spotted Minghao, so you just thought it wasn’t on his shift. You headed to the back and upon reaching it you saw all of the different selections of pleasure toys from last time. You looked at the lingerie seeing an array of options. For someone who dresses in pink clothing, you often opt for darker lingerie choices that leave nothing to the imagination. Seeing a black strap piece that shows all of your boobs and privates catches your eye and you instantly pick it up. Strolling around for dildos you find a hot pink glow in the dark dildo, and opt to get it as well because it’s your favorite color.

Finishing looking around you head up to the front and lo and behold, Xu Minghao is at the only register. You don’t know where the hell he came from, but you muster up the courage to get in the line again, making as little eye contact with him as possible praying another register can open up before you become first in line.

Unfortunately your prayers aren’t heard and you’re right in front of Minghao once again. “Hey Princess, nice seeing you here again” He smirks, reaching his hand out to scan your items. “Princess? Nickname basis now Bowser?” You smile and hand him your two items. He looks at the lingerie peice and looks back up at you, sporting a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “You sure you picked up the right lingerie, sweetheart? The pink maid cosplay is on the rack over there.” He points to a rack in the back. You chuckle and look back at him, “Nah I meant to grab that one, ‘s cute.”

He shakes his head and laughs, scanning the lingerie. He picks up the dildo and his eyes widen. He looks up at you again and you meet him with a smile. You find his bewilderment funny. “Damn Princess, never knew you could take all this” He smirked, checking out the box before looking up at you. “You know I could make you feel a lot better than this thing right?” He said, scanning the dildo.

“That what you tell to all your hookups you find in here, The8?” You asked, pulling out your wallet. He laughs at his notorious school name, letting you see his smiley piercing hanging in his mouth. “I see you’ve heard about me, but don’t worry, I don’t even know half of those girls names.” He smiled. “Worry? Why would I worry about your sex life? Not like I’m trying to fuck you.” You quip, handling him your card to scan.

He pauses and looks up at you with a slight smirk on his face before scanning your card and handing you your bag and your card. Before he gives you your receipt he writes something on it. You take your receipt and walk out of the store, looking down at the bottom left corner where he wrote “text me, princess” followed by his number. He watched you as you eft, your hips swaying in your light brown skirt and your tits slightly bouncing in your deep cut cardigan.

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That night you had contemplated what you would text him, opting for a simple:

Y/N: Hey it’s Y/N from Spencers

Minghao: Hey princess :)

Y/N : Your serious about this princess agenda huh?

MInghao: You couldn’t tell?

Y/N: I mean no, you call me a princess but I’m not seeing a lot of princess treatment 😕

Minghao: Do you want the princess treatment?

Y/N: it’s better than you not talking to me after I bought a dildo in front of you 💀

Minghao: you got it princess ;)

Y/N: What is that supposed to mean?

Minghao: don’t worry about it princess

Y/N: Minghao omg what does that mean 😪

Minghao: Awe she’s finally calling me by my name :)

Y/N: of course dummy is that not your name

Minghao: I mean it is but you could call me yours 😚

Y/N: stawp I’ll blush 🤭

Minghao: lemme see :(

Y/N: bet

*calling Minghao…*

*call accepted*

You didn’t expect him to actually pick up. You’re laying in bed in a pink silk tank top and spandex shorts with no bra on so you’re not exactly presentable. The line connects to a screen of Minghao with a game controller, his TV lighting up his bare face and lanky body. His black and blonde hair tied into a half up-half down style. He looks to his phone and waves at you while smiling.

“Hey princess” he says in a low voice, smiling at you. “Hi Minghao” you say, smiling back and waving before setting your phone up on your dresser and sitting up. “I don’t see you blushing, pretty.” He says, slightly disappointed in your lack of a red tint . “If you keep calling me names like that I just might” You smile. “What are you playing, pretty boy?” You ask, holding your head up using your chin as you watch him play his game. He smiles and looks at you, “Playing as your man.” He says, winking at you.

“Okay smooth operator I see you, doesn’t mean you’re getting in these panties anytime soon.” You say, side eyeing him knowing damn well that’s a lie. “Whatever you say, cutie. Just know by the end of this month I’ll be taking you on a date” He chuckles, switching off his game and grabbing his phone. “You have my full attention, sweetheart, how was your day?” He asks you, smiling at your red face.

“Damn, you making me feel special~” you say, kicking your feet. You start to ramble about your day, talkin a bout how you found a book to read and a new pen set that came in pink, backtracking and retelling all the moments of your day. The whole time you failed to notice how Minghao never took his eyes off of you, listening attentively to any and everything you said as if it was the Holy Bible.

“Oh sorry am I talking too much?” You ask, realizing you’ve been rambling for the past 15 minutes. Minghao looks at you, smiling scarcely before shaking his head no and asking you to continue. “No I’ve said too much about myself, how about you tell me about your day!” You retort. “I guess I could tell you…” he begins, “So today was just a normal day, so I just get through school and then I head to my shift. At work there’s a couple customers, a slow day today to be honest. But then this girl walks in, and she’s so beautiful. I saw her once but I couldn’t really take in how she looked because she was gone so fast. She had on the cutest brown skirt on and a deep v-neck sweater.” He explains, looking at you.

Your checks start to go red as he continues. “I don’t think she saw me at first, but once she came up to the counter she had this cute embarrassed look in her face, trying not to look at me. She ended up buying some lingerie and a dildo…. caught be by surprise a little bit..” He recalled, unknowingly smiling.

“She sounds sexy.” You joke, flipping your hair. “She was. If she gave me a chance I would show her the best time. Cant wait to make her mine.” He murmurs as he plays along with you. Your face turns red at his remark, mind going completely blank. You catch him laugh at your flushed face and hang up the call.

*call ended*

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Minghao: What’s wrong princess ;)

Y/N: I’ll mentally princess this in the morning, goodnight Minghao 😭

Minghao: Goodnight princess ❤️

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For the next few days at school Minghao has growing to acknowledge you at school, waving and saying hi to you when you usually pass him instead of quick waves. You both still text over the phone and the tension is basically palpable.

After two weeks it went from waves and quicks greetings to him walking you to class and holding your bags, with full blown conversations. Sometimes after school you would head to the mall with him while he worked his shift and you shopped around in the mall, having him drop you off back house afterwards. He would slightly tease you by grazing your thighs when your wearing a skirt or touching your hand while you walk to class.

He started giving you his jackets, albeit they were larger on you compared to him, they smelled like him and they were soft. Rumors started that the two of you were dating, some thought he just wanted to get a quick fuck out of you. He had grown to be a close friend within the span of 3 weeks and you still found yourself folding for him. Sometimes he would call you shirtless, toned torso on display as you tried desperately not to stare at the camera for too long.

One day after school he offered to drive you to the mall with him, and of course you accepted. Later on into the drive you realize that the road he was taking didn’t lead to the mall. “Minghao you missed your turn there.” You inform him. “I know. Change of plans, we’re not going to the mall.” He smiles, placing his hand on your thigh. “Okay, then where are you taking us? You won’t kill me right?” You ask skeptically.

“No princess, I won’t kill you.” He chuckles, squeezing the soft flesh of your leg for reassurance.

After 15 minutes he pulls up to a deserted park, not a soul in sight besides the both of you. You ask him questions but he just leads you out of the car, reassuring you that you’re okay . He covers your eyes as you walk and you can’t say you were all for it, threatening to scream if he tried to kill you.

After 5 minutes you both stop walking and he uncovers your eyes. The sight before you is beautiful. He hung up lights and set the picnic table with all different foods you mentioned you liked. On the table was also a basket of Hello Kitty and Pink items. Minghao pulled you to the table so you both could eat together.

Soon after Minghao pulled out his laptop from his bag and told you to watch a show with him. Instead of your generic show playing like Euphoria or an anime, it was a video he had tittled “ 15 things I love about you” with pictures and videos of the two of you he had taken throughout the few weeks he had known you.

You nearly cried as the list went on, so appreciative of the sweet gesture and ready to kiss the boy beside you at any moment. After the video ended he pulled out a letter from his back pocket and grabbed your hand.

“Dear Y/N” he began, “You’ve been plaguing my mind for the past 4 weeks, your smile, your scent, your eyes, your everything. I’ve never felt like this before until I saw you. I know it’s corny as hell and this isn’t usually expected of me but I wanted to ask if you’ll let me be your boyfriend. I promise to care for you as much as possible and never make you cry. Your so precious to me and I want to have the permission to call you mine.” He read, putting down the letter and looking you in the eyes. “So?” He asks, waiting for an answer.

You look up at him, raising form your seat to reach across the table and kiss him softly. “Hi, boyfriend” you answer, smiling. He smiles back at you before taking your face and kissing you deeper. He comes across the table to you and lifts you up, holding your body and peppering kisses all over your face. Who knew the emo kid who works at Spencers was such a romantic?

[heybrownieboy]

CHAPTER SIX: REALLY SHOULD HAVE JUST ORDERED IN PIZZA

POV: Written. 3rd Person.

— Word Count: 684.

Author's Note: This chapter is really short sorry :(

Jeongin regrets not trusting his gut.

It had being telling him earlier not to go out. To stay home and just order dinner in.

But, of course he had to ignore it.

And now?

Now Jeongin stood in front of none other than Kim Seungmin.

The Kim Seungmin he had been oh so close to until about eight months ago.

The Kim Seungmin that he had only caught glimpses of anymore around campus.

The Kim Seungmin who was now practically a stranger to Jeongin.

As the two stood in awkward silence, Jeongin took in Seungmin’s appearance. His hair was longer, cut into a mullet and he had dyed it a honey blond that complemented his skin tone amazingly. He wore a pair of baggy black sweatpants and an oversized dark Mahagrid hoodie that Jeongin remembers stealing more times than he could count.

“Jeongin-ah,” Seungmin said, finally deciding to break the silence.

“Sunbae,” Jeongin answered back, bowing politely.

When he stood up straight again, he immediately noticed the shocked look on Seungmin’s face. Jeongin blew out a breath, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his own sweatpants.

I really should have just ordered in pizza, Jeongin thought.

Seungmin opened his mouth as if he was about to say something before he was interrupted. The door to the restaurant the two had been standing outside of swung up and two men walked out, laughing with each other.

Jeongin eyes widened as he watched the two familiar men walk towards Seungmin.

“Oi, Minnie,” the shorter said, his familiar deep voice echoing in Jeongin’s ears, “we got….”

He trailed off as soon as he noticed Jeongin, body immediately going tense.

“Innie?” the other, taller of the two men asked, surprised.

Jeongin stood frozen, mouth slightly open in shock.

“Are…” Jeongin’s voice shook. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Innie, we—“

“Don’t call me that, Hyunjin,” Jeongin snapped.

Hyunjin winced at the harsh tone of Jeongin’s voice.

“Jeongin-ah,” Felix said warily, “how have you been?”

Jeongin snorted in disbelief. “How have I been?” he mocked. “Do you actually care?”

“Of course we care,” Seungmin said.

“Really? Cause it sure as hell doesn’t look like it right now.”

Hyunjin stepped forward, eyes glossy, and tried to reach for Jeongin.

“In- Jeongin please,” Hyunjin pleaded.

The younger to a large step back, shaking his head. “No,” he said firmly. He glared at the three older men. “Eight months. Eight fucking months of no contact. Absolutely nothing. Because you all thought it was ‘the best option’. And now I’m finding out you’ve been hanging together? And the first thing you ask is how I’ve been?”

“We didn’t think you wanted to talk to us,” Felix said. “We know we hurt you.”

“Hurt?” Jeongin hissed. “You fucking broke me. You all left at the time when I… when we need each other the most.” He took a deep breath. “Do you even know how fucked up I’ve been these last eight months? I’ve just barely started to get back to normal. And now…”

“Baby—“

“You have no fucking right to call me ‘baby’, Hwang Hyunjin!” Jeongin snapped.

Hyunjin’s head dropped. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“How long have you guys been back in contact?”

"Two months," Seungmin said.

"Have you been in contact with the other two?"

Seungmin and Felix shared a look.

Jeongin huffed out a bitter laugh. “So it’s just me, right? Why am I even surprised?”

“Jeongin, please,” Seungmin pleaded. “It’s not like that.”

“We just didn’t know how to reach out to you,” Felix said, voice becoming watery.

“There’s this thing called a phone,” Jeongin said, voice almost unrecognizable. He felt nothing but betrayal and anger. “It’s not that hard to hit dial or even just type a few fucking words.”

The other men stayed silent. All three of them looking like kicked puppies in Jeongin’s eyes.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Don’t even bother trying to contact me now,” he said. “You all made your choice."

With one last icy glare, he turned on his heel and walked away, ignoring Hyunjin's weak pleas of his name.

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[hyunsvngs]

Having a girls night with fem!lixie and she confesses that she doesn't really enjoy sex because her bf can't satisfy her so you take it into your own hands to show her how good it could feel

been thinking about this for days and i'm finally answering it baby. bc imagine both of u in cute lil matching shortie pyjamas and ur painting her nails... tw lixie is secretly evil

you're halfway through painting her nails a pretty pink. they're not too long, only just about reaching the end of her dainty little fingers. the colour is sheer, but you're planning on layering it until you look up and see a confused little pout on her face. "what is it, lixie?" you question, tilting your head to the side. "do you not like the colour? i thought this is the one you chose, right?"

"no, the colour's perfect," she sighs. you put the tiny paintbrush back in the pot, screwing the top on and putting it to her bedside table. her whole room is bathed in a soft pink glow, courtesy of a cute salt lamp and her overall vibe. when you turn back to her. she's staring down at her nails, her short blonde mullet wavy against the long column of her neck. "do you ever think you might be gay?"

you almost choke on air. "lixie, baby, i am into women. you knew that, right?"

lixie blinks, and then she's holding back a laugh. "you're right. i knew that," she shakes her head, rubbing her temples with one small hand. "i just mean... i've been dating that guy i told you about for a while now. i just don't feel a spark with any guy i date. they can never... y'know."

you raise your eyebrows. "they can never make you cum?"

she bites her lip, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "no! none of them can. so, i was gonna ask you if like... you'd help me try, since we're best friends, and then i'll know if i can cum, or even if i'm gay, and it won't even be awkward because we love eachother so much and-"

"yes," you cut her off. maybe you're being selfish, because you've wanted to get your hands on her for so long, but who cares. it's what best friends are for, right? lixie gasps at your intrusion, before she's shrugging and trying to act nonchalant. she does this a lot, screwing her cute little face up and her eyes soft but nervous. her pyjamas are soft when you let your hands go to her thighs, the pastel pink satin matching your own lilac ones. "lixie, honey, it's just me. we don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable."

she throws herself on top of you, finally dry nails on her hands going into your hair. she pauses, up close to your face, and you see her eyes flitting to your lips. her freckles are darker than normal, given that summer has just passed, and she looks so fucking beautiful you can't help but sigh. as soon as the noise passes your lips, lixie is kissing you, her tongue desperate as she darts it into your mouth.

"baby, calm down," you giggle, pushing her back onto the bed. her soft blonde waves fan out over her pillow, and she huffs, thrashing her legs. "it's just me-"

"i know it's just you, but i- you're hot, you know that," you shake your head fondly, trying to hold back a laugh. you don't even stop her when she unbuttons her pyjama shirt, yanking it off of her narrow shoulders and exposing cute, perky tits in a white lace bralette. she's just as impatient taking her shorts off, dragging them down lithe legs and exposing her matching panties. you can see how wet her pussy is through the lace, and you scoff. already?

you can't help it anymore. you giggle, shutting your eyes in disbelief. "lixie, was this all a ploy to get me into bed? you're awfully wet already."

when you open your eyes, there's a pink blush beneath her freckles. "okay, yeah, i knew you'd help me cum. he's really bad in bed, and you're sexy and clearly make me very wet. is that... i'm evil, aren't i?"

"you're a little bit evil," you muse, running your thumb over her clothed folds. "i kinda knew all along, though. slut." it's affectionate, but still makes her keen. her toned tummy jumps as you tease her, lithe legs falling further apart.

"mm, touch me more," she begs, her teeth digging into her plush bottom lip. she looks like the cat who finally got the cream. she's evil, she'd planned this, but you're so, so into it. "make me cum, yeah?"

you lean down, kissing her lips again before murmuring against them. "i'll make you cum over and over, evil girl."

[val-made-a-mistake]

❝THE SECOND DRINK.❞

(not my gif)

summary: the second part to the firewhiskey series, this time liquid courage brings you to the aftermath of the world cup. the drunken celebration and the we are the champions euphoria and the singing and dancing inside of your enormous tent - possibly the last time you and george would feel invincible, just hours before the world was flipped upside down.

warnings: domestic fluff, alcohol again, obviously, mentions of near-death experiences/being trampled, the phrase “drinking like a maniac” is used but in no way is alcohol being abused

word count: 1.4k

a/n: okay, okay, i know like 95% of what i write is smut, but i seriously love writing domestic fluff. :) hope you enjoy!

//////

“Let’s fucking go!” Fred shouted the moment he’d stomped back into the tent, flinging his arms into the air, “Break out the Firewhiskey, lads, it’s time to get our Irish party on…”

“Stop shouting, Fred,” Percy said irritably from the couch, shutting his outdated copy of Witch Weekly with a sharp SLAP. “You wouldn’t want Mother to hear about this, I assure you, I know you’ve been drinking like a maniac.”

“You’re so right, Weatherby,” George chortled from alongside Fred, and as Percy’s ears glowed red, you had to slap a hand to your mouth to suppress your laugh.

“Where did the boys go?” Arthur asked blankly from behind the twins, pivoting on his heel. Whether genuine or otherwise, he appeared not to have heard Fred’s desire to get drunk. “I - Harry?”

“Sorry, Mr Weasley,” Harry said as he ducked back into the tent, out of breath and red in the face. “That was - um, we ran into a couple of people.”

“That was the stupidest stunt I think you’ve ever pulled in your life, Ron!” a young, shrill voice you quickly realized was Hermione Granger’s shrieked from just outside the tent. “Five Galleons? For what?”

“Please don’t ask,” Harry tried weakly.

It had been an awkward stretch of time between the initial finale of the World Cup in the late afternoon and however long it had taken for the rest of them to get back to the tent after they’d decided to fetch some water from the opposite side of the campground. First getting back to your tent in the influx of wizards leaving the arena had been a terrifying endeavour, when everyone was shouting, cheering, dancing, singing, setting off green and gold bursts of sparks from their wands, and leprechauns were scampering about.

In fact, the horde had almost trampled you in their excitement, and you knew you’d never be able to repay Charlie for snatching you out just in time.

So it was understandable why you’d been reluctant to return to the festivities since then: you’d been lounging in the flat-sized tent with the older Weasley siblings, sipping tea and watching your leprechaun gold disappear on the counter while you waited for everyone to come back.

“I am ready to sleep for three days,” Ginny announced as she flounced back into the tent, her hands on her hips. “God, what a match!”

“Moran - Mullet - back to Moran - they score!” George cried out, laughing heartily at himself. “Where’s Bagman, eh? We’re bloody rich.”

“Where’s your girl?” Fred asked, looking around blankly, but he spotted you instantly. “Oh, there she is.”

You felt your cheeks warm at the title.

“You survived the campground,” you mumbled with a small smile on your face.

“We did,” George replied, stepping forward to wrap you in a hasty, one-armed hug. For seemingly no reason, he leaned in to kiss the side of your head, but you recognized the gesture for what it was.

“You still got the Firewhiskey?” he whispered in your ear.

You did: until Fred had openly announced his intention to get drunk, it had been kept a bit on the down low that you had the rest of the five Galleon bottle hidden away in your bag in the girls’ tent, because you knew there wasn’t a chance Molly would allow you to bring liquid courage to the World Cup.

(Honestly, it had been a bit saddening, knowing you were about to drink the rest of it. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get to Diagon Alley before you went off to Hogwarts to replenish your stash, and you’d be damned trying to getting a glass from Madam Rosmerta at Hogsmeade, so this was your summer’s last hurrah.)

Looking to the positive, you nodded slightly and released him.

“May as well put dinner on,” said Arthur, wandering around the kitchen kind of aimlessly, “The festivities will be starting soon...”

Ginny laughed, tossing her fiery red mane over her shoulder. “You say that like they haven’t already started, Dad.”

“We won, lads!” Fred took the opportunity to shout again, and everyone laughed, except Percy, but you saw his slight smile.

//////

As the evening progressed, the party atmosphere around the campground intensified. The sound of drums and bagpipes echoed through the night, people sang songs in the beautiful Irish tongue you couldn’t understand, and at some point, people began setting off colorful Muggle fireworks, casting dazzling spells into the night sky. Wizarding and magical entertainment combined together, it made for a wonderful and chaotic night.

The Weasley family and their friends gathered around a small campfire outside the tent, toasting marshmallows and giving each other a play-by-play of the afternoon’s match for the millionth time. It didn’t matter how many times they went over the match, how many lively debates erupted, or how many times somebody claimed to see the Snitch flying around before Krum, nobody could get enough.

“Moran was doing things with a Quaffle I’ve never seen before,” Ginny was saying, her eyes shining. “I cannot believe she was able to get that second goal past Zograf, it was honestly astounding-“

Above your heads, fireworks were detonating in fascinating spirals and twists bursting with colour, drowning out Ginny’s voice.

Tipsy, you stared up at them in wonder. There were leprechauns giggling and frolicking among the twinkling stars, taunting those sitting below, and the fireworks were consistently a mix of orange, green, and white for Ireland’s flag - you hadn’t seen any retaliation from the Bulgarian corner of the campsite just yet, but it wouldn’t have mattered, Ireland was demanding all the attention.

George had pulled you into him on the log, the Muggle fire was crackling in front of you, orange and warm. Your throat was still on fire from the first sips of Firewhiskey, but you were already feeling the warmth of the drink in your belly, and for a moment, all was well. Your face fit perfectly in the crook of George’s neck. He smelled like a spice you couldn’t quite place, and Chocolate Frogs.

“No time for losers…’cause we are the champions…” you heard a crowd singing in the distance, and you smiled gently, delighted that a Muggle song was so catchy, it had found its way into the wizarding world.

Amid the laughter and cheer, you couldn't help but express your curiosity about the mysterious stunt that Ron and Harry had pulled earlier, so you discreetly tapped Ron on the shoulder.

“Come on, you two, spill the beans. What did you do for those five Galleons?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

On his other side, Harry exchanged a glance with Ron before sharing a mischievous grin.

(Merlin, did he ever look like his father.)

"Let's just say we had a little bet with some fellow fans, and things got a bit competitive," Harry said, trying to be vague while his green eyes twinkled with mischief.

Ginny, who had been chatting with Bill, Charlie, and Percy, overheard their conversation and couldn't resist chiming in. "Oh, I know exactly what they did. You see, they challenged a group of Bulgarian fans to a broomstick race. They had to fly around the campsite three times, and the first one back won.”

Ron laughed, confirming Ginny's story, "Yeah, and I flew like a bat out of hell. Harry and I beat those Bulgarians fair and square. I've never seen Harry fly so fast, bloody hell.”

The group erupted into laughter as Ron continued his story in a melodramatic tone, describing his daring flight and the impressed expressions on the Bulgarian fans' faces. Even Percy, over on the other log, couldn't help but crack a smile at the ridicule of it.

“You know you weren’t supposed to do that, Ron,” Hermione reminded him, but her sourness seemed a bit forced: she had clearly enjoyed the spectacle just as much as everyone else.

With everyone laughing and merry, it seemed like a good time to slip away.

“Want a tea, George?” you asked rather pointedly, without looking at him.

Catching on, George was already getting up from the log. “Isn’t the kettle in the tent?’

“Be right back, everyone,” you announced, before you hurried back into the tent that positively stunk of cats.

As the clock ticked toward midnight, you couldn't help but reflect on the incredible bond you had formed with the Weasley family. Your last summer hurrah had turned into an unforgettable adventure, and you looked forward to more magical moments at Hogwarts in the coming year.

[rosyrosethorns]

Despite Madi’s attempts to hide her feelings for Maxime Le Mal, it was not only obvious to everyone who knew her that she was pining but Balthazar Bratt knew exactly who she was pining for. He had lovingly teased her about it at first, but he soon noticed that it was eating away at the poor girl to the point of teary eyes and lack of focus…

“Madi, honey, you know I’m fine with you dating other people,” he tried to assure her at one point. “Just tell him flat out already~”

But Madi was more anxious about confronting Maxime with her interest than she was with Bratt when they had met… And the look on her face when she got anxious always made her appear to be on the verge of tears. Eventually, the mullet-haired villain decided to take matters into his own hands; especially since he had gotten so attached to the girl that he only wanted to see her happy at this point.

When the girl was visiting Bratt’s lair one day, a second visitor showed up unexpectedly… Well, unexpected for her; but Bratt seemed aware of their arrival. She was curled up on the couch with a blanket around her when he returned to the room with the new guest… and Madi felt her body tense up nervously.

It was Maxime, and his partner in crime Valentina.

To Madi’s surprise, he even took notice of her almost immediately as he approached where she was seated on the couch. “Ahh; allo again, my feisty princesse~” he greeted with a purr in his tone. “What’s the matter?—you’re not still nervous about that little warning after the hit on the head, huh?~”

The way the girl’s lips parted made it seem like she wanted to speak up, but her words fell short as anxiety forced her to avert her gaze; curling up more in her blanket wrap.

“Aye, Maxime, is this the one you were talking about?” Valentina chimed in. “Oh, she’s so timid—did you scare the poor thing that badly?”

“I don’t know, certainly seems that way from the petite fille’s attitude today~” A gloved hand gently moved the blanket away from Madi’s face. “Hey~ Why you look away, huh?~”

Damn it, Bratt, the girl thought; she was completely unprepared for this… What made things more awkward was when he even spoke up in response to Maxime’s inquiry:

“Actuallyyyy, she’s been meaning to tell you something~”

A little stutter escaped Madi as she completely covered herself in the blanket with a whimper.

“Moi?” Maxime perked up curiously before looking back to the girl. “Hey, bébé, what is the matter, huh? Come out of that little cocoon for a moment, s’il vous plait?~”

There was no reply from the quivering blanket bundle.

“… Ahh, are you afraid I am mad that you hit me on the head with a doll? Is that it?” Maxime patted the girl’s head. “Heeeey, you do not need to apologize for that, huh?~ Don’t be so nervous about it~”

The assurance calmed the girl enough for her to slowly sit up; peeking out of the blanket with teary eyes. Valentina leaned towards Bratt as she muttered, “Aye, she doesn’t get out much, huh?—sorta like you.” … Bratt’s glare in response was enough to convey his irritation from that remark.

“Hey—Balthazar says you like animals, yes?~” Maxime’s hand retracted into the sleeve of his coat as he spoke to Madi. “Would you like to see an animal I have on me at this very moment?~”

To no one’s surprise, he pulled out a cockroach. A soft gasp escaped the girl as she tensed a little in response.

“Ah ah ah, do not worry; he is tame~” Maxime allowed his pet to crawl up his arm, across his shoulders, and down the other arm. “I have many of them at my lair; they make wonderful minions, no?~ The perfect balance of resilience, speed, and intellect~” He held out the cockroach to the girl. “You want to pet him?~”

… His enthusiasm towards these insects admittedly helped Madi relax as she slowly emerged from her blanket cocoon. Although she still felt awkward about this situation, she spoke up in a small voice after a moment, shyly averting her gaze:

“Maxime… Um… W—Will you… Will you go out with me?”

[okapi77]

TMayNT Day 19

I actually don't really have much of a preference among the Caseys, but Rise Casey Jr. doesn't get enough love imo. Hence why I have chosen him for today.

Rise Casey is pretty underrated in my opinion. I see a lot of complaints about how he's kind of boring and his character isn't fleshed out super well, but in his defense, his entire character only existed in the movie. A movie in which a lot of other stuff was going on and other character arcs needed to have more focus for the sake of the plot. There really wasn't a good chance for Casey Jr. to be anything more than a loyal follow of future Leo simply because there wasn't enough time. I think the writers did a good job with what they were working with.

His character design is also one of my favorite of the Caseys. I don't think any Casey design will beat my favorite (that being 2012), but this might be a good close second. His design embodies all the previous traits about Casey that make Casey who he is. The gloves and slightly janky teeth are a good call back to 2012's design. He's got the mullet and the iconic mask all the Caseys sport (the mask being very essential). He also has his own thing too. To my early-morning-not-willing-to-search-things-up knowledge, Casey Jr. is the only Casey with facial hair. He has that awkward teen whiskers going on there. This seems fitting, since I doubt the kid is gonna be clean shaven in the apocalypse.

Casey Jr.'s build also works really well within this context. He's a teenager, so he's still got some growing to do. He's training a lot, so he's going to be on the more muscular side of things, but not too jacked, because while rats are probably high in protein, I doubt they're big enough or Casey is eating enough of them to get super huge. Casey Jr. probably has my favorite build out of all the Caseys. Previous Caseys tend to look like body builders, and as much as I love 2012 Casey's design, he looks like a twig. This design is a nice balance of the two body types and feels realistic to me.

Okay, I did not mean to rant this long about Casey. It's almost 3AM, I should be sleeping, but I am doing this. Also, you know what, screw it. Casey Jr. is no longer my obligatory choice for best Casey just because I think no one will choose him. Casey Jr. is my favorite Casey, no matter what I say when I wake up tomorrow.

[dykeomania]

in thinking about moving forward,

this is the last thing i will say on this. i would feel really weird if i didn't have this on my blog, while continuing to run it. i apologize that this is so long.

i think it is incredibly important to begin navigating how we are going to cater to the experiences of women [and nonbinary individuals -- my! fault! i am so sorry, thank you**] who have felt particularly left out as told by the uproar that's been going on for these past few months apparently, and by these current conversations.

if women and/or nonbinary individuals who feel like they cannot find themselves in fics have to write them themselves, be it for a particular reader insert or for a more general one, then some kind of sub-community needs to be made to nurture and amplify that sentiment, at this time. i do not know if that is preexisting. if it does exist, it needs to be expanded upon or heavily revised.

as both a reader and a writer, if you see yourself in something, it is absolutely necessary that you ride for it so that other people can have the opportunity to see themselves in it, as well. and if you can't write certain perspectives, then embrace them. it's like completely normal to decorate your blog with things that align with who you are and the kind of desires you have, but at this time, as a community, it's really important to make room for neglected narratives.

and finally, for the love of god, please, stop being so fucking horrific to people.

it is okay not to like pillow princesses or, it's okay if you have a hard time vibing with hyper, hyperhyperhyperfeminine personas. your idea of what sex, femininity, and queer expression looks like does not have to coincide with their expression and definition, and that's completely normal. but under absolutely no circumstances is it okay to be antagonistic or threatening towards someone because of how they interpret their queerness. that is homophobic, and it is pride month. hyperfemininity is inherently queer in and of itself, just by theoretical principle. that doesn't make it immune to criticism -- absolutely not. but you are being mock-righteously** hurtful towards people and telling them to go off themselves, all because you don't like them writing for white bitches with fishtail braids and shitty mullets. principally, you have to understand how awkward that is. that doesn't look okay. you don't move like that towards queer people who are different from you, in real life. that's not what being queer is about.

i don't know how long any of this has been going on for and frankly, i really don't want to. what needs to happen now, is that people need to feel held in order for this to properly scab over. this applies to everyone. this is deep and if it got this deep, then it always has been. it's fundamental that something is done, in light of this, to keep going strong.

i don't want this community to be mortally wounded and divided by all of the shit that's been happening, and i'm like, so sad, that it has come to this point. i'm in a position where i can only mobilize but much (and i will if i have to, but my main priorities are my research, my girlfriend, my friends, and my family, and tbh just being happy and taking care of my mental health). but i really implore those who can / are able to, to just make something of this while holding down their own. i know y'all can everything considered, so just do it.

this was very embarrassing and not a good look for a lot of different people. if you need to apologize to someone, go apologize. if someone feels a way about how you moved during all of this, don't get defensive, because it was probably weird. move accordingly so that everyone can enjoy themselves in this community, again.

get it together. preferably within the next week or so.

tough love.

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My fam is having car troubles and it's preventing me from being able to go to school (frustrating bc I already have the attendance office on my chronically-ill ass 😭) so here's more mechanic Remus things with a little sprinkle of "Roman's his little brother instead of twin (remember that?)"

- he and Virgil don't come into contact super often for a while. This shits a slur burn. But eventually things just keep winding up wrong with the car and he keeps calling remus

- he calls Remus specifically (Remus gave him his personal number) (said all the other guys there were shady as fuck and Virgil was too cute for that bullshit) (also in case Virgil was interested)

- looooootta trips where Remus comes to Virgil's place

- awkward host Virgil who is like ".. do u want some water?" meanwhile Remus is just straight up under his car

- Remus coming inside the house with completely pitch black hands like ":D please turn on your sink for me. And maybe put some soap in my hands. So I don't turn your whole ass kitchen black." my dad always makes me do this it's so fun /j /lh

- Virgil DOES hang out w him outside though don't get me wrong I just mean that one time

- Virgil once went inside and then came out an hour later and saw his backseat completely removed and was freaked out (Remus needed to check smth. He put it back!!)

- once Virgil just kinda. lied. said he wanted Remus to check this Weird Noise the car was making. (There was no weird noise he just weirdly missed him)

- one time, different car, Remus mentions how their scheduled time is really close to when he has to get his brother. So like. When he shows up. Remus will not be alone.

- cue Fuck It™ and Roman comes with him

- what a day for Virgil, dude (Jesus Christ this kid never stops talking) (also Virgil couldn't spoil Disney for him?? Wtf Remus?? He has to learn eventually??) (it's fine whatever he's a good artist) (did call Virgil easy to draw, though... lil bastard—)

- otherwise, when it's just Virgil and Remus, they find out they have a lot in common! Interests-wise, but they def. bond over music at first. Gotta have smth going on in the background.

- Virgil can't get over the fact Remus looks hot though. It like becomes a problem for him. I can't blame him tho— greasy mullet mechanic in a tank top working on my car? Sweating and covered in grease?? Hello??? Shits hot. If virgil is weak I am too.

- their first date is when Virgil offers to buy Remus dinner for a really tight squeeze-in for a check on something. Remus takes him up on the offer and they schedule for that weekend. They have a really good time and then at the end Remus mentions how he kinda wished it was a date. Virgil realizes he did too. Oh Shit™.

- they kiss anysay

— 👑

Damn that sucks man hope everything starts working soon but Y E S Mechanic!Ree and lil bro Ro!!! I will never get over Vee constantly calling Ree specifically for his car even when there isn't an issue he's simply Gay for a chaotic man in a mullet and feels safer XD I'm cackling at the thought of Vee just making a snack for Ree and seeing the backseat completely gone and he just almost drops the plate jaw dropped and all XD Also the fact that Ro's lowkey a lil shit and Vee can't spoil Disney for him has me cackling Ree get your bro XD It's really nice to see the beloveds easily click and it all started because of Vee's car <3

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Work in Progress Wednesday (Owl House)!

So I am really hopeful that I'll get the Raine and Hunter talking about possession (plus post-Watching and Dreaming stuff) done by the one year anniversary of Watching and Dreaming airing! In the meantime, here's a snippet from it for Work In Progress Wednesday!

Hooty slunk away from Lilith and began chasing a fly around the house. Raine didn’t question it, but Camila looked vaguely weirded out. To be fair, Hooty’s seemingly infinite ability to lengthen his body was disturbing if you weren’t desensitized to it.

Lilith was the one to break the awkward silence. “So! Yesterday was eventful.”

“Titan, how are you still this awkward?” Darius rolled his eyes. Lilith glared at him.

“Yes, yes it has been a very eventful couple of days.” Camila said, looking somewhat dazed.

Raine softened, refraining from saying something snarky to Lilith. It wasn’t just them and old Hexside friends here. Camila had to be overwhelmed by being in a new realm, not to mention recent events, and she didn’t know anyone here.

“It has.” Raine agreed. “And lots of things have changed. Lilith, I’ve never seen your hair that short.”

“Eda cut it.” Lilith sighed. Well, that explained everything.

Darius snorted. “Why did you let her cut your hair in the first place?”

“I set some of my hair on fire by accident while making elixir and she offered to even it up.”

“And you believed her?” Eberwolf asked in Beast-Speech.

“Enough of that!” Lilith said hurriedly. “Raine, your hair is longer, it looks nice!”

Darius made a cutting motion to try to get Lilith to stop talking but did not succeed.

“Yes, Belos is a goop monster who possessed me and decided I needed a mullet while also eating my skin.” Raine said drily.

Lilith looked very apologetic. There was a prolonged moment of silence as everyone at the table stared at them. Then, Lilith spoke.

“Belos was a goop monster?”

“Apparently,” Raine said tiredly. That was the takeaway here?

Darius looked contemplative. “That seems like something that would have been hard to hide. How did we not notice?”

“Well, he did wear a mask most of the time,” Lilith said.

“Sometimes you’re an abomination goop monster but that isn’t immediately obvious.” Eberwolf added.

“That’s not entirely accurate –”

“Similar principle though,” Lilith said.

“No, Darius is just abomination matter. Belos was stringy bones and kind of rotten flesh goop.” Raine said.

Darius made a supremely disgusted face. “I am nothing like that.”

“I figured that wasn’t normal. So this is something he’s done to more than just Hunter?” Camila said. It was then her turn to get stared at.