#(he is 39… what is my problem)

[pippapimentina]

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[heeracha]

## buy one, take me. — l. heeseung

synposis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

content/genre: college au, slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, of course. and as always, i'll put it in every chap if there's something you need to look out for.

note: yes, blod-talicized for slowburn because this is already planned out three years ago (but for another idol) anyway !! i'm excited to share this, my ass had been wanting to post this,,,,,, i already have the ending i just really need to do from part eleven up to,,,, that. so here you go. T_T okay, if i suddenly ghost again FLOOD ME MESSAGES/ASKS/IDC WHAT TO FINISH IT. TAGLIST CLOSE.

tags: r.asks: botm, botm updates, botm thoughts

sample texts. / playlist.

profiles. / profiles two. / profiles three.

ep 1. — the pilot.

ep 2. — the bf problem.

ep 3. — the help from jake.

ep 4. — the promo.

ep 5. — the benefit of jeongin.

ep 6. — the availing of the promo.

ep 7. — the two introverts.

ep 8. — the era of reporter sunoo.

ep 8.2. — the dog cafe.

ep 9. — the look. what look?

ep 10. — the panicking of heeseung.

ep. 11 — the time heeseung decides to trust y/n.

ep 12. — the real heey/n friendship era.

ep 13. — the star stamp.

ep 14. — the late night in the flower shop.

ep 15. — the biggest cliché.

ep 16. — the text-snapping of y/n.

ep 17. — the weekend of heeseung without y/n.

ep 18. — the two am ride.

ep 19. — the stupidity.

ep 20. — the time y/n blocked heeseung.

ep 21. — the whipped y/n.

ep 22. — the painful sight (according to riki).

ep 23. — the library.

ep 24. — the dog café pt 2.

ep 25. — the frustration of jungwon and sunoo.

ep 26. — the flowers and bambi sticker.

ep 27. — the pretty dense boy texting y/n.

ep 28. — the message from jay.

ep 29. — the look heey/n give.

ep 30. — the pet name.

ep 31. — the switch up.

ep 32. — the no more denial.

ep 33. — the time seungmin called y/n 'sweetie'.

ep 34. — the way y/n sensed it again.

ep 35. — the talk.

ep 36. — the halfway there.

ep 37. — the another lame line.

ep 38. — the time heeseung accidentally kissed y/n.

ep 39. — the drive-in.

ep 40. — the flour and eggs.

ep 41. — the favorite view.

ep 42. — the one time they used their main accs.

ep 43. — the origami flower bouquet.

ep 44. — the stressed gf.

ep 45. — the plane plan.

ep 46. — the time y/n isn't teasing with heeseung.

ep 47. — the time when everything is "fine".

ep 48. — the time heeseung forgot.

ep 49. — the fight.

ep 50. — the graduation.

ep 51. — the flower arrangement on the cashier.

ep 52. — the favorite flower of heeseung.

ep 53. — the fact that heeseung is still jealous.

ep 54. — the supposed three year anniversary of heey/n.

ep 55. — the bubble chat turned blue.

ep 56. — the dumb flowers.

ep 57. — the time y/n finally replied.

ep 58. — the rehearsal dinner.

ep 59. — the flowers weren't dumb after all.

ep 60. — the lifetime promo.

bonus. — the matching icons.

bonus 2. — the pettiness of flower and seungie.

bonus 3. — the one where heeseung thought y/n's leaving.

bonus 4. — the one with heeseung's doe eyes.

alternative ending. — the one when y/n almost stayed.

marriage discount; p. sunghoon [ fem!reader ]. — after endless of weddings that sunghoon attends to, he's been spending non-stop. so, upon hearing about a discount for married people even if it's just in the dry cleaners, sunghoon tells the employee that the girl, who happens to be you, walked in in the shop is his wife. even if he doesn't know you.

heeracha, 2022.

[seventven]

prompt: “it all screams recipe for disaster, don’t you think?”

concept: your dad’s best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacation.

pairing: dbf!bucky x reader

word count: 2.2k+

warnings: age gap [reader is around 22 & bucky is 39]; maddening levels of self restraint; mentions of smutty smut; my conceptualisation of dbf bucky is so cheeky and flirty i love him; this is so... domestic(?)

a/n: the whore (me) is back again with another age gap fic 

this can be read on its own or as a part one of a series:

read part two: “your dad would fucking kill me if he heard.”

It was meant to be a strictly family affair. It always had been. 

But when Y/N’s parents gave her the details of their upcoming annual winter vacation, they somehow failed to mention that the plan had changed this year. Somehow, the “strictly family only” policy didn’t apply to her dad’s best friend. 

When they arrived at her parents’ lakeside vacation home - a small wooden cabin surrounded by spruce trees and snow as far as the eye could see - Bucky was already unpacking his stuff in the guest bedroom downstairs. He was wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and a grin, and Y/N could have sworn her heart stopped beating when she saw him. 

“Did we not mention he was coming?” Y/N’s dad was all smiles as he set some luggage down by the front door. He seemed surprised the detail had slipped his mind, but he was quick to shrug it off, grinning when Bucky enveloped him in a warm and friendly hug. 

“Buck’s joining us for a few days, sweetheart. Hope that’s not a problem.”

There was a problem, though. And the problem was that Y/N had been crushing on the guy for months, and what made things even worse was that he damn well knew about it, too. Staying under the same roof as him over the holidays was nothing short of torture, and every time he’d catch her looking at him, desperately trying not to appear as smitten as she felt, Y/N could feel her nerves making her hands shake.

Not that Bucky paid her any real attention at all. Oh no. He would never even consider laying a finger on his best friend’s daughter. Y/N was off limits, that was that. 

Unlucky for her, however, Bucky’s maddening level of self control didn’t seem to stop him from thinking her crush on him was a brilliant source of entertainment. In fact, the guy just couldn’t seem to stop himself from taunting her about her little crush and it seemed he got some fucked up thrill out of the whole thing. He pushed it just enough to rile her up but never did anything that could actually get him into trouble.

Whether it was a cheeky wink when he caught her staring, or the countless times he’d use little pet names which made her feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside; whatever Bucky did would look like nothing more than some friendly banter to an onlooker. 

It was the second evening of their vacation when his games began again. 

The logs crackled and split in the warm orange glow of the fire that consumed them, the twinkling lights of the almost-dressed Christmas tree illuminating the family photos hanging from the walls in wooden frames. Y/N’s parents sat on the sofa, laughing at some joke of her father’s, glasses of eggnog held firmly in their hands. 

Y/N was working away on dressing the tree, countless boxes of decorations littering the floor, baubles and tinsel scattered all over the rug and coffee table. She was deep in thought, humming some tune mindlessly under her nose when she bent over to grab the star shaped ornament for the top of the tree.

She stood on the tips of her toes, tongue darting out in concentration as she attempted to place the ornament in its rightful spot. It was no use; she wasn’t tall enough.

Suddenly, there was someone behind her; a towering frame approaching, a firm chest coming into contact with her back. 

“Can’t reach, toots?” Bucky asked, and when Y/N looked at him over her shoulder, he had an amused smile across his lips. “Here, let me.”

It was a friendly offer; nothing more, nothing less. Y/N’s dad didn’t even bat an eye at the exchange, only smiled at Bucky’s helpfulness and returned back to the conversation with Y/N’s mother. The younger girl could already feel her heart speeding up and when Bucky took the ornament from her hand and reached over to place it on the tree, Y/N felt it skip a beat. 

“Thanks, Buck,” she managed weakly, waiting for him to retreat now that the task was done. To her surprise, Bucky remained standing exactly where he was, hands on her hips, the whole thing way more intimate than it had any right to be. 

Y/N felt her teeth sink into her lip in nothing but nerves and anticipation. Then, Bucky dipped his head lower and brought his lips closer to her ear. 

“You know, Y/N,” he began, the little laugh that escaped him sending a shiver right down her spine. “That little skirt of yours leaves very little to the imagination. Your daddy okay with you dressing like that?”

Y/N turned her head to look at him. Her lips parted as she attempted to think of something witty to say; some comeback that would make her appear more cool and composed than she felt. Unlucky for Y/N, all she managed was a weak, “What’s it to you?”

Bucky smiled, enjoying the nervous, shy reaction he had provoked. 

“I just couldn’t help but notice the way you’ve been dangling yourself in front of me since we arrived. Are you purposely trying to tempt me?”

Y/N swallowed thickly, feeling the closest she had ever felt to a deer in headlights.

“Me?” She tried her hardest to sound shocked. “Never.” 

“It’s cute,” he admitted with a laugh, giving her hip a little squeeze and bringing his lips closer to her ear. Cute was the last word she wanted him to use. Cute was silly; cute was reserved for children.

“I might be a little old for you, sugar. Don’t you think?”

He walked away without waiting for a response, smiling as he sauntered over to the sofa to join Y/N’s parents in conversation. The younger girl was left standing there, feeling beyond flustered as she attempted to turn her attention back to decorating the tree and wiling her hands to stop shaking.

All in all, the level of pleasure Bucky seemed to take from watching her cheeks flush was beyond infuriating. And despite the fact that Y/N had already dated guys close in age to Bucky, her dad’s best friend made her feel like a helpless little girl. The whole thing was just so damn taboo, and the truth was, Y/N was pretty much powerless to do anything about her feelings. If Bucky was anyone else, Y/N would have had two options of dealing with what she felt. 

Number one was to just get away. Unfortunate for Y/N, however, when the temperatures dropped and the snow picked up, all flights were cancelled so even if she tried, getting home wasn’t an option. She was stuck in this forsaken cabin with him and her parents at least for another couple of days.

Her other option would have been to get him out of her system. Like most girls her age, Y/N knew that the best way to stop wanting something was to well and truly indulge in it. It worked in the past; the flings she had when she was at university being a testament to that. But with Bucky being her dad’s best friend, getting him out of her system wasn’t really an option. Indulging in her cravings for him wasn’t on the table, even if there was a moment when Y/N thought there might have been a chance. 

It was Christmas Eve and they had all gone out for dinner. When it was done, Y/N and her mother returned home, but her dad and Bucky chose to head to a local bar which served pretzels, horrible live Christmas music and way too many drinks. 

It must have been past midnight and Y/N’s mother was already fast asleep when the front door flew open, ripping the expensive wreath from its surface and blowing snow inside. 

Bucky was practically dragging Y/N’s father into the cabin; the amount of alcohol they had both consumed almost knocking the older guy out. Bucky was laughing and calling his friend an idiot as he helped him up the stairs and Y/N could only roll her eyes and turn her attention back to the hot chocolate she was making. 

It was another ten minutes or so before she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They were less clumsy than the ones she had heard previously and when Bucky appeared in the kitchen, Y/N muttered a greeting.

“Your dad’s a lightweight,” he stated, shaking his head in amused disbelief before going to grab a bottle of beer from the fridge.

Y/N noticed just how drunk Bucky really was. His cheeks were flushed red, his eyes gleaming with intoxication and his grey t-shirt appeared soaked on his left shoulder. When Bucky noticed her staring at the wet patch, he laughed.

“Your dad threw a snowball at me.”

Y/N turned back to her hot chocolate.

“You guys are so juvenile.”

Bucky grinned from ear to ear, but Y/N noticed the look in his eyes. He hadn’t even opened his mouth yet but Y/N knew that whatever came next would be a taunt aimed at embarrassing her again. She could practically see the cogs turning in his head.

“Us, juvenile?” Bucky almost seemed offended, placing a hand over his heart and feigning being hurt. “Sorry, sweets, but isn’t it you who’s crushing on your daddy’s friend? If anyone here is juvenile, I’d say it’s you.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped and for a moment she felt like she had been slapped. This was mockery at its peak and she felt so embarrassed she couldn’t even lift her gaze to meet his own. Heart hammering wildly inside her chest, Y/N decided the best course of action was to just remove herself from the situation. 

Clenching her jaw, Y/N turned to leave.

“No, don’t be like that. I’m only joking!” Bucky was laughing, totally and completely amused by her reaction and how angry she was becoming. He lifted his arms up in surrender. 

“I’m tired of you making fun of me, Buck.”

He placed his beer down onto the counter and took a step closer.

“I promise I’m not making fun of you. I find this whole thing...” He paused, looking for the right word, and Y/N couldn’t help but cross her arms over her chest and raise her brow expectantly. 

“... Endearing.”

“Endearing? Wow, Bucky.” Her tone dripped with sarcasm, the frustrated roll of her eyes only further signalling her exasperation.

“Is there something wrong with the word endearing?”

“It’s patronising. It’s belittling. You think it’s hilarious that your best friend’s daughter has a crush on you.”

“So, you do have a crush on me?”

The satisfied smile that took over his features made Y/N want to hit him across the head. He was truly infuriating, and the amount of pleasure he took from this whole thing was slowly driving her nuts. 

He continued. “It’s very flattering, I must say...”

“But?”

“But like you said, Y/N. You’re my best bud’s daughter. Nothing can happen here.”

Y/N could only sigh.

“I agree. Nothing can happen,” she said, nodding her head. “So, why do you have to make everything so difficult? Why can’t you just act civil.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes and thought about it for a long moment. Finally, after a long pause, Bucky’s lips curled up into a grin and it was then Y/N finally realised that he wasn’t drunk. 

No, Bucky was plastered.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, sugar.”

He stepped closer but Y/N stood her ground and waited for him to just spit it out. 

He looked around, almost as if to check no one was listening in on their conversation and dipped his head towards her, lowering his voice to something barely above a whisper.

“I really enjoy how worked up you get over me.”

Y/N grimaced. 

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t act coy, Y/N. You and I both know what goes on in that little head of yours. Not that I’m much different, if I’m being honest.”

“You really are drunk.”

Bucky laughed, shrugging his shoulders innocently and reaching over to place his index finger under Y/N’s chin. He tilted it just slightly, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah, don’t tell your dad I said any of this shit.”

Y/N giggled, feeling a strange sense of relief at the outcome of this conversation. 

When Bucky dropped his hand, Y/N pretended to lock her lips with an imaginary key.

“My lips are sealed.”

“Good. I won’t tell your dad about the vile things that go through your head, either.”

She shoved him playfully by the shoulder. Y/N was feeling giddy and she wondered what this conversation meant for the atmosphere between them in the light of day.

Y/N didn’t know if it was the adrenaline coursing through her veins or just the sheer excitement, but suddenly, she was beginning to feel a lot braver around the man before her.

“I might just ditch my hot chocolate for something stronger. We could maybe watch a movie?”

“What, in your room?” Bucky could read right through her. “It all screams recipe for disaster, don’t you think?”

Y/N bit her lip.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Don’t test me.” Despite the curt answer to her proposition, the smile on Bucky’s face remained. “Now if you excuse me, I’m gonna head to bed before I do something both of us will regret.”

Y/N bit back a smile and stayed silent when Bucky turned towards the door. Sending her one last knowing look, he left the kitchen and disappeared into the hallway.

-

read part two: “your dad would fucking kill me if he heard.”

[romanoffsbish]

The Mystery Stark (Series)

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Besties/Platonic)

Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader (Besties/Platonic)

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader (Sibling)

Summary: Tony's sister that disappeared from his life when she was five reemerges. Tony's less than thrilled as he blames her for what became of their parents. Y/N's been trapped with Hydra and she was discovered by Nick Fury during an infiltration by SHIELD. She agreed to join the Avengers, but as long as he hid her true origins. She knew of her brothers resentment, and chose to accept it and all the negative to come with it being as the teams loyalty is to him. In the end she loved him more than anything, and she would never want to bring him pain. However a select few redheads are wary of Tony's warnings as they observe Y/N. Deeply curious how someone as soft and caring from behind the scenes could be the danger he made her out to be. What happens when the truth comes out? Love interest: Natasha Romanoff

I do not own the characters besides Y/N, all rights reserved to Marvel.

TW: Mature Themes, Sexual themes, Violence, Blood, Gaslighting/Manipulation, mention of torture/abuse towards children. Toxic family dynamics.

Chapter 1: Where it all Changed

Chapter 2: Warm Welcomes

Chapter 3: The Dirty Truth

Chapter 4: Sneaky Redheads

Chapter 5: A Delicious Start

Chapter 6: A Rocky Finish

Chapter 7: Are You Okay

Chapter 8: The Little Things

Chapter 9: You Ready?

Chapter 10: Stinky

Chapter 11: Decisions to be Made

Chapter 12: Suit Up

Chapter 13: Co-Pilot

Chapter 14: Showtime

Chapter 15: Tick…

Chapter 16: … Tick …

Chapter 17: … Boom

Chapter 18: Lost in Translation

Chapter 19: Trapped in a Memory

Chapter 20: The Aftermath

Chapter 21: Imagine Me & You

Chapter 22: I Do

Chapter 23: Truth’s Out

Chapter 24: Home?

Chapter 25: Protective Mode Activated

Chapter 26: All

Chapter 27: My

Chapter 28: Firsts

Chapter 28.2: All Our Firsts 🥵🔥

Chapter 28.4: Taking Care of You

Chapter 29: You’re Home!!!

Chapter 30: Malen’koye Der’mo

Chapter 31: We Are Farmers

Chapter 32: Shine Bright

Chapter 33: Atomic Reunions

Chapter 34: I Got You

Chapter 35: All I Ever Wanted

Chapter 36: If The World Was Ending…

Chapter 37:… You’d Come Over Right?

Chapter 38: Another One Bites the Dust

Chapter 39: Never Got the Chance

Chapter 40: This House is NOT a Home

Chapter 41: Mind Games

Chapter 42: Sliver of Hope

Chapter 43: Don’t you Dare

Chapter 44: See You in a Minute

Chapter 45: Battle of a Lifetime

Chapter 46: Soul Link

Chapter 47: You’re Real?

Chapter 48: Forever With You..

Chapter 48.5: …It’s All I Need 🥵

Chapter 49: Girl’s Night

Chapter 50: Wanda-Zilla

Chapter 51: No Egg Rolls? All Problems!

Chapter 51.5: Honey… 🍯����

Chapter 51.7: … Mooning 🌚🥵

Chapter 52: Ya Lyublyu Tebya

Chapter 52.5: Our Happy Ending ❤️

[hawkins-losers]

Thunderstorm | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie are long date friends. One rainy evening in his trailer causes you to ruin the friendship

Word count: 0.4k

Request: …18…and 39….with eddie….pretty please (“My face is pretty comfortable if you need somewhere to sit.” +“I’ve always dreamt of your legs wrapped around me.”)

Warning: oral (reader receiving), weed smoking

A/N: Should this have more parts? Also, that tongue? SIR!! 

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Eddie reached for the blunt in the ashtray and lit the tip, taking a hit. He blew the smoke out, creating a cloud of smoke in the room. “My face is pretty comfortable if you need somewhere to sit.” 

You laughed, assuming he was really high already and just shit-talking, but when you turned your head to look at him, he was dead serious. 

‘’What the hell, Eddie? You can’t just say things like that.’’ You sat up, pulling your knees to your chest. 

He shrugged, a little too chill for your liking. ‘’I was just saying.’’ He took another hit of his blunt, then passed it to you.

You shook your head, the mood in the room turning.  

‘’Was I too forward?’’ Eddie asked, sensing he had perhaps gone too far and should not have said that. ‘’Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry, Y/N-’’ 

‘’Why did you say that?’’ you asked. 

Your and Eddie's friendship was your longer dated friendship and you held it close to your heart. There weren't many secrets between you two or taboo subjects. You told him about how one of your breasts was bigger than the other and he told you about his little ejaculation dysfunction. It was that kind of close friendship. 

It's not that you weren't attracted to Eddie. He was very handsome and you wouldn't have a problem having sex with him. It would be easy for you, but you were scared to lose him, to lose your friendship. 

You had already crossed a line by making out after a couple of beers and grinding against each other, but you were worried a casual fuck between two friends would shatter everything.

‘’I...I don't know. It’s raining and rain makes people horny. Or something like that.’’

A giggle escaped your lips. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Eddie's relaxed smile. ‘’That’s for thunderstorms.’’

‘’Too bad there is no thunder, uh?’’ 

Just then, a loud crack of thunder resounded, making the nightlight flicker. You and Eddie shared a glance, and the next thing you knew, you were holding onto the headboard, fingers gripping tightly the wood while Eddie lapped at your insides with a skillful tongue and his dexterous fingers worked on your clit.

“I’ve always dreamt of your legs wrapped around me,” he said, caressing the expanse of your left thigh with his free hand, loving how they felt on either side of his head. 

‘’Less talking, more- Yes! Do that again,’’ you begged.

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[mintgki]

⚔️ — KQ FENCING CLUB

- [SCOUTING ONE MEMBER] .

Fencer!Seonghwa x Y/N / Reporter!Hongjoong x Y/N SMAU

PLEASE READ

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.ೃ࿐ Warnings: Swearing, toxic online behavior, inappropriate jokes, bullying, cheating (??) Mentions of depression, mental disorders, mental insanity, mentions of sexual harassment, misogyny, lots lots of drama.

— SYNOPSIS [HJ VER.]

- Kang Y/N is apart of the fencing team, known to be one of the strongest opponents to face she has a pretty high reputation. Known to be silent and more kept to herself, not a lot of people know about her. Which is why Kim Hongjoong is determined to get her out of her shell and interview her one day for the school newspaper and radio. One problem is he has a MASSIVE crush on her and has no control of his words around her, so he joins the fencing team himself to get closer to Y/N having no information on fencing prior.

— SYNOPSIS [SH VER.]

- Kang Y/N is apart of the fencing team, known to be one of the strongest opponents to face she has a pretty high reputation, especially around other fencing teams. Park Seonghwa envied you for multiple reasons, or so he believes. Seonghwa envies your power, your teamwork, your cooperation and really hates how smart, competitive, and pretty you are. He’s never gone against you in a battle but he’s had multiple meetings with you and not once did he get your attention. You seem to aggravate him constantly by doing absolutely nothing.

ೃ࿐ TAGLIST (or send an ask)

MAIN STORY

Fencing antis | Hongritos and dip | Popular kids 🥱

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01 Don’t u have a mile to run

02 Gen LOSER

03 Be so F**KING fr

04 I applied.

05 Im feeling SEXY

06 PART 1: Beomgyu’s patience / PART 2: WISE WORDS OF YUNHO

07 PART 1: Hey God, it’s me again.. / PART 2: Saranghey girl

08 Seonghwa makes my a** itch.

09 Ratio + Counter ratio

10 William Shakespeare

11 Stop hogging the hoes

12 Silly shy mood

13 but y.

14 Best behavior

15 irrelevant

16 old married couple

17 pencil on paper

18 home of foe bee uh

19 I have ur IP address

20 ur mid

21 Herold Sherlock

22 Wikihow

23 My manifestations r working

24 WE 🆙

25 this mf is NOT spittin

26 how do ur friends like you

27 0 internet status

28 #SELFCARE

29 (1) #1 YN DEFENDER (2) CANCELLED LMAO

30 I aint do that💯

31 Kicked off

32 your parents dont love u

33 emotional distress watchlist

34 Ok

35 Wattpad

36 Rizzler

37 Park Mingi

38 Sidekick

39 Know ur place

40 NO JOB ALERT

41 Actively Gagging

42 WAR IS OVER

43 NVR BCK DOWN NVR WHAT?

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- Hongjoong Route

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- Seonghwa Route

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[honeybeewhereartthee]

My darling Dolls AU

Prologue:

You admire and love dolls. You always walk this certain shop from school when your young.

You always gaze longingly at the beautiful dolls that are being sold and displayed.

Yet as someone who cannot afford much, those dolls are luxuries you can never own.

Yet even knowing that fact. It doesn't stop you from wanting to own one. That's why you save and save, from pennies to a few cents.

Maybe with those mere changes and money, you have saved your able to buy one, someday.

Even the dolls arent new, or branded, or even if they are broken or haunted. You want the doll.

That's why when there's a chance of having one thrown your way, even if it's from a shady street toy seller, you are quick to run back home to get your savings and brought the only doll in the stock.

It's a beautiful doll with dark purple hair that reminds you of the night sky and beautiful shade of blue eyes.

The doll have a nervous sharp teeth smile, as if not sure what to do while you stare at it with a wide happy grin.

There's a a bit of damage in the doll but it's not something you cannot learn to fix.

That's why you hug the doll lovingly and welcome the first doll to your life. Not even minding the words of the seller.

"Remember dolls can have a soul. If they love and care enough, they will gain a heart. Maybe one day with enough love they can become a human too. So little deary, take care of mayoi for me ok?" The seller says as he give you the doll

"Ok!" The young you replied happily to the seller. Not even knowing such fate have been created that day you choice to take the doll home.

As you play with the doll beside you, after fixing the small problem it has, the nervous smile becomes a happy smile as it turns its head to look at your sleeping form that hugs its soft plushie body. "Hello, my owner... I'll take care of you too... Even though I won't do much. In this state of mine but maybe one day I can do more..... So please continue to love me till that day." A voice spoke out in your humble room but you were too asleep to hear it.

Soon a singing voice that lullaby you to a deep sleep can be heard in the room, as your doll sing you a song of a phantom who finally found a home.

Table of content:

Part 1: My darling dolls: Alkaloid, Crazy:B

01: Mayoi Ayase

02: dolls, gods and Tatsumi Kazeheya

03:Idols, 3rd-4th Dolls and Watchful gaze.

04: Lost, Classmate, haunted and Blue star

05: Reunion, Alkaloid and Crazy:b

06: Mofumofu and The phantom

Part 2: The Phantom, the haunted dolls and the blue star.

07: Playing dress up

08: Sewing a dolls pt1

09: Sewing a Doll pt2

10: A dream of a doll maker

11: The theory of time travel and no place as home

12: there's an odd kid outside

Part 3: The Sleeping Beauty, The forgotten Past and a Contract

13: The Sleeping Beauty

14: the same feathers flock together

15: The Plan

16: Worry

17: selfishness, hypocrisy and a contract.

18: The doll who become a puppeteer

Part 4: mischievous adventure of a Doll-MC

19: Kaname knows how to Jinx someone

20: Kaname knows how to Jinx someone pt 2.

21: Pseudo darling doll MC

22: Pseudo darling doll MC

23: Aoi twins Past, The 6th Doll and The Pikachu

24: ii Hiyori and the Sakumas brothers

Part 5: the sakuma siblings.

25: the pestering Rei, the Shadow Doll, and The Void

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Part 6: THE PAST AND THE PRESENT

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Part 7: The first dollmaker(s)

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PART 8

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PART 9: the Lost God

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PART 10:

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PART 11:

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To be added

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My Darling Dolls AU Mini Corner: Dear sleeping beauty

Episode one

Episode two

Episode three

Episode four

Episode five

Episode Six

Epilogue

My darling doll au: crossover PT 3 "la mort"

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Episode 7

Episode 8

Episode 9

Epilogue

COMICS

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RECAP COMIC 2

A/N: a fairy tale inspired au. A Pinocchio retelling. This is supposed to be a mayoi ayase one but I decided to make it an AU where the alkaloid are dolls. This is also inspired by a game known as 'nameless'.

UPDATE: I'm adding Crazy:b and MaM in this AU.

[imaginemalereader]

Snowflakes - Theseus Scamander

Prompts - 13 “Just hold my hand, I won’t let you slip.”, 39 “Your hands are so cold.”, and 58 “You look adorable covered in snow.”

“Oh the weather outside is frightful”

You would be the first to agree with the carolers on that one. Theseus had insisted you two go visit Newt and as much as you loved the younger Scamander, you loved less the icy ground you had to cross to get there.

You took careful steps, gauging the slickness of the ground under your feet, cautious with every movement. Theseus seemed far less worried than you, more confident in his walking apparently.

He noticed you falling a bit behind and paused to wait for you.

“Sorry I’m so slow.” You apologized.

“It’s not a problem. But here, just hold my hand. I won’t let you slip.” 

You smiled and reached out for his hand, quickly intertwining your fingers, a movement you almost regretted.

“Your hands are so cold, where are your gloves?” You asked, feeling the chill through your own.

“I left them with Newt. Apparently his had an incident with a murtlap.”

You laughed and rubbed your fingers around his, trying to help him warm up. 

As you walked through the streets, snow began to fall once again and despite the way still being icy, you suddenly found the weather a little less frightful and a little more beautiful as the snow shone under the lights of the street.

You stuck your tongue out, catching some snowflakes. Theseus smiled. How could he not when you did something cute like that. He spent so much time around the Ministry that he was grateful he had you to remind him that there was more to life than that work and that sometimes he didn’t need to look at rules before doing something good.

You made it to the front steps of Newt’s place and held tightly to Theseus’ hand as you climbed, both of you minding your footing since you knew that if one of you slipped, both of you were going down. You glanced over at Theseus before going to knock on the door and smiled.

“What are you smiling at?”

“You look adorable covered in snow.” You said, especially loving the way the flakes stuck in his curly hair and dotted his shoulders. Theseus blushed.

“You do too. But you look adorable any time.”

“Oh stop it.” You said, now the one embarrassed.

“It’s true.” He said with a shrug. “The snow just really brings it out.”

You said nothing but squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. Maybe the weather wasn’t so frightful after all, maybe it was actually rather perfect.

[kakyoinswifey]

Ah! Hey! I hope all is well! I LOVE your writing with my whole heart!!!! I was wondering if you could write for Jotaro and prompt 2? Thank youuu! 💕

*melts* I've needing love lately and reading this fixed all my problems. Thank you very much for your words, anon. By the way, there were other anon requests and I thought they would look pretty good with yours, I hope you don't mind!💗

Time alone – Jotaro Kujo x Fem!Reader

Please, give love to this because it's 3:39 AM in my country and I've dedicated a lot in this one-shot.

Prompts: "Is this your first time?" + "It won't hurt." + "Don't need to hold back." + "Focus only on me."

cw: fingering, masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, mentions of sex, just two horny teenagers, but they're aged up.

When your boyfriend called you asking if you wanted to spend the evening with him, you had no idea what would happen. Much less what both of you would do.

You supposed it would be just like those other times you were in his house. You coming there and going to Jotaro's bedroom and just staying with him doing anything, you adored to be by his side and he enjoyed you company as well, but it was always having his adorable mother around. Holy was always there, offering some desserts she would make only for you, because she loved you as much as Jotaro does.

But there was something he forgot to tell you. This time Holy wouldn't be there, and you just noticed it after you gave a kiss in your boyfriend's lips and you were looking for her presence in the inmense house.

"Where's your mom?" You asked. He just walked away from the kitchen, where you were standing now. "She's out. Apparently my father is coming back from a tour soon and she said that she wanted to buy clothes to look pretty." He explained to you.

You started to follow him slowly. "Oh... Well, she could have invited me. After all, we've already gone shopping together, haven't we?" You tried to make a conversation. He turned to look at you. "Don't you want to be alone with me?" That question left you breathless for a moment. "Don't say that, you silly! Of course I'd love to be alone with you, I was just wondering where Holy-san was."

Even when you tried to convice yourself, you actually knew you both were tense about this new situation, after all, you were a young couple. And having two teenagers that had never tried more than kisses and affectionate caresses before definitely would end in something not so decent. You didn't know when you ended up being in his room, sitting in his bed, staring into those aquamarine eyes you were enchanted by.

Jotaro didn't know what to do. Even when he wanted to say what he had in mind, he just had no clue for how to tell you. What about if you get him wrong? He just wanted to touch his girlfriend just a little more, if you weren't comfortable with the idea, he wouldn't continue, but how would he if he couldn't even start?

But to be honest, you had also been itching to take another step forward in your relationship. So when you felt what his hungry gaze had in mind for the two of you, you started to move closer to him. "Can I kiss you?" You asked nervously. Kujo was still in his place, but his face soon leaned towards you to receive your lips with pleasure. His anxious hands only knew how to go to your waist and slightly squeeze your figure. When you two finally kissed, you knew there was no escape. His lips struggled for control as your slender fingers curled through his hair, trying to deepen that kiss.

You felt the grip on your waist tighten for a moment, his strong hands had lifted you up and placed you on his lap. Now that you could feel that bulge that had started to grow in his pants, you let out a soft moan. Your intimacy and his were blatantly rubbing against each other, and even though you both were still dressed, the simple feeling of being so close to knowing each other so intimately made you continue desperate for more. One of your hands went down to his chest, caressing his biceps and feeling his abs, it was incredible to feel the shapely body of your boyfriend, and he seemed to like the attention you were giving to him, because you felt a squeeze on your ass that made you moan louder than before.

Even if you didn't want to, you needed to separate yourself from his mouth for a second. Shortness of breath had been a minor thing when you had started exploring each other's bodies, but you didn't want to die before trying everything he could give you. Finally, Jotaro opened his mouth to say something. "Take this off." He asked you between pants caused by the agitation. He was talking about your shirt, you felt a little ashamed because you were going to be the first to take off something, but he seemed to notice your shyness and directed your hands to the edge of his own shirt. "You can remove it first if you want to." He whispered while his hand was stroking your cheek with love.

You took his word and removed his shirt. Your eyes felt blessed to see him without that thing, his body was certainly worth admiring. You dedicated yourself to caressing a little more, while you timidly approached your face towards his neck, leaving small kisses on it and going down a little more while you motivated yourself with those soft gasps that escaped from his mouth. That moment of trust allowed you to get rid of your own shirt, throwing it anywhere before feeling his gaze nailed to your breasts. "You're so beautiful, (Y/N)." He said before starting to shower kisses on your chest, freeing them from your bra, leaving hickeys on your boobs as he did so and gently squeezing them from time to time.

Your face was completely red, and when he turned his gaze back to you, you leaned in to kiss him again. Your hands came dangerously close to his belt and undid it, you unbuttoned his pants and put your hand inside his underwear to touch his erection still covered by his boxers. You finally heard a soft moan from Jotaro's lips and that was a boost for your ego.

So you decided to free his erection from the boxers, your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to break the kiss to look at what your hands had between them. You weren't surprised for his long length, you already knew it because Jotaro was a big man by himself, but you were curious for knowing how make him feel good. Could you take it completely with your mouth? You doubted it, maybe you could handle half of it, but then you'd have plenty of time to get used to his length.

You could feel his eyes in your face, you had forgotten that he was attentive to your reactions, and even though you thought you weren't surprised, your eyes hadn't stopped looking at his dick yet. "What are you going to do now?" He asked. You met his eyes again and slightly tightened your hold on his length. "Tell me if this feels good." You said, as your hand moved gently up and down, stroking his dick at a leisurely pace but enough to make him clench his jaw. "It does. Keep it like that." He replied.

You continued with that pace until you felt his hand stop you. Before you could ask if you did something wrong, he again used his strength to smoothly lay you down on the bed. "Now it's my turn to make you feel good." Was what he said. You would be lying if you said you weren't moved by his words, you wanted him to make you moan too.

His hands traveled to the edge of your pants, nearly ripping them off you so only your panties will be left to remove. His mind wanted to enjoy that image for a little bit longer, his hands running up to your body, hands squeezing your breasts to make you let out adorable gasps. His mouth kissed your belly and began to descend little by little towards your intimacy. His hands started to rub your legs, trying to make you feel comfortable.

"Is this your first time?" He asked feeling you tense when his fingers began to pull your panties down. You nodded embarrassed, you didn't want to look like a coward. He kissed your lips again to make sure you felt his love, you began to feel more comfortable with it and allowed him to completely remove the last piece of clothing that you had.

Now that he could see you fully and completely, it only made him starving for you. Your core was dripping your juices and he wanted to taste them as soon as possible, but decided to stimulate you a bit more before eating you out. You shifted a little under him, unsure of what he would do at that moment. "Stay still, princess. It won't hurt, I promise." He brought a finger closer to your entrance, stroking you up and down until he decided to put that finger inside you. A sigh left your lips, you were completely wet and that helped it to enter easily and make you feel the pleasure in his actions. Jotaro withdrew that finger and pushed it again, creating a pace that made you moan louder and louder. He decided to add another finger to increase your pleasure, as you squirmed in place every time he curled up his fingers in that sweet spot that it made you see the clouds every time he reached it.

One more finger entered you and then you began to feel a knot twisting in your insides, each time you felt that you were close to reaching a point where you would explode with pleasure, something that you did not yet know due to your lack of experience. "J-Jotaro... I can't- Ah!" Your moans were increasingly difficult to repress, then you felt how he brought his lips close to your intimacy, running his tongue over it and desperately licking that button that stood out in it, soon discovering from your own moans that it was your clitoris. "Focus only on me. Do you like this?" He asked you stopping for a second and going back to his task immediately. "Yes! Fuck, yes!" You answered with the little reasoning you had left at that time. That seemed to be the perfect combination to drive you crazy and push you over the edge. Jotaro was going crazy just listening to your cries of pleasure, and they were taking him to his own limit.

Suddenly, you felt that knot close to breaking, at the same time as your words started to became stupid and incomprehensible. "J-Jotaro... I can't handle it no more." It was what you said. You felt him separate from your abused core, approaching your face again but without stopping his fingers going in and out of you. "Shh. Don't need to hold back, love." You felt his lips give you kisses on your face to calm your uncontrollable ecstasy.

The knot finally broke and you could only shout his name when you released your first orgasm, which was undoubtedly the best you could wish for. His lips never stopped giving you love even as the blissful effect began to calm down and wear off. You reciprocated with one of them, showing him that you were in your right mind again and that you just needed a break now.

"That... That was... Amazing, JoJo." You said, still panting from previous emotions. "Oh, it certainly was, darling... But who said that I'm done with you?"

[mackjlee9]

hiiii ! congrats on 2k! also, may I request 39, 67 and 88 for the smut prompts with azul and dom reader? as well as 12 and 72 from angst prompts with adeuce and grim. if it's too much tho, just ace then!

Thank you for requesting~ ☺

Angst Prompts; 'Now I have to deal with the consequences of your actions. Thanks, it means a lot' & 'Next time, I won't be here to salvage your wreckage, this is the last time.'

(I'll only write the adeuce and grim one)

(I made Crowley such an asshole here, but let's be honest, he would definitely do something like this)

Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade & Grim [Twisted Wonderland]

Please, enjoy the event~

Being the only student without magic in NRC, it was obvious (M/n) was gonna draw attention to him, especially since he was the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, even if Grim was the only student under his care, he also had a first-year duo that liked to cause havoc everywhere they went, and today was no exception.

It seemed like Ace and Grim were more pissed at each other than usual, apparently, they had been fighting -how unusual-, about what he had no idea, but Deuce tried to stop them from making a big scene, but it only backfired.

Ace and Grim both yelled at Deuce, and the indigo-haired male took it personally, his delinquent personality showing up once again.

In his anger, Deuce summoned a cauldron, both Ace and Grim dodged it, causing it to fall on some growing vegetation, seemingly some flowers that had been finally growing.

(M/n) watched from afar, annoyed and ticked off by their antics again, mad too since they just ruined the flowers he had planted there, all his effort gone to waste now that they were dead. However, as he observed the fight getting more serious by the second, he tried to step in and make it stop before he could cause more harm to the school's courtyard.

The commotion got the attention of other students, but no one tried to help (M/n), who only ended up getting bruised by Deuce's summons, his hair, and clothes a mess because of Ace's wind, and some parts of his uniform and skin burnt because of Grim's fire.

When he finally got them calm enough, (M/n) gripped Grim's tail and lifted him, letting him hang upside down, and Ace, who tried to escape got held back by his collar. Deuce didn't try to run away, a single glare from (M/n) made him flinch, looking down with guilt.

"Now, you're gonna pick up the mess-!" His words were interrupted by the angry voice of the headmaster. Crowley walked into their sights and observed them, his frown evident even with the mask over his eyes.

"To my office, all of you," (M/n) let them go and was about to turn around to leave, but Crowley spoke again, "You too, prefect."

Deciding that complaining would only give him more problems, (M/n) followed them silently, ignoring the stares on them.

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In Crowley's office, the three of them were scolded because of their actions, already telling Ace and Deuce that he was gonna let Roseheart-kun about what happened, allowing him to use his signature spell on them, they wanted to refute, but they stayed quiet, aware that they deserved such punishment. Crowley let them go but told (M/n) to stay.

The male looked at the headmaster expectantly, awaiting a similar scolding and the same treatment he's been getting from the headmaster since he arrived at NRC.

"You should've prevented this from happening, prefect," clearly knowing this wasn't his fault but aware that he couldn't -more like shouldn't- defied the headmaster's words, he just kept quiet and looked down. "I don't wanna have to repeat myself, understood? I don't want to have you here again," he nodded and stood up, bowing and he was about to turn around to leave, but once again, he was stopped, "I want you to clean the courtyard," staring at Crowley in disbelief, (M/n) tried to speak.

"But I didn't-" he started before getting cut off.

"I don't care who did it, Grim started this fight with Trappola-kun, you should've stopped them before it got out of hand," this really reminded (M/n) about the incident with the Great Seven statue and the chandelier, always deemed responsible because of someone else's actions, having to clean up everything as if it was his responsibility, "And you better be done before dinner time, you can leave now."

Biting his tongue to prevent something offensive from leaving his mouth, (M/n) left the office, and immediately met with Ace, Deuce, and Grim, they were looking at him with apologetic looks, well, besides Grim, he only seemed annoyed about having his quarrel interrupted -and probably because he had been hanging upside down a while ago-.

"Now I have to deal with the consequences of your actions. Thanks, it means a lot," he muttered, making his way to the botanical garden, making a mental list of what he needed, some new plants, dirt, trash bags, and probably some water.

Behind him, Ace and Deuce were mumbling about how they wanted to help, but that only made (M/n) stop and look at them, the cold stare in his (e/c) eyes made them freeze, holding back their words.

"I don't need nor want your help, you're only gonna cause me more problems," even Grim flinched with those words, Ace and Deuce having a guilty expression on their faces, probably aware that (M/n) was correct, "Next time, I won't be here to salvage your wreckage, this is the last time."

And like that, he left in a hurry, both of his fists closed tightly, ignoring everyone on his way to fix the courtyard, he just wanted to be alone, and it was during these kinds of moments where he couldn't help but want to go back to his world, however, there it was the same as in Twisted Wonderland, sometimes even worse.

[lawtwt]

do you think that lawtwt has roleplay accounts. no? well i do and its everyones problem now

alt text under the cut (theres a lot)

id: a series of fake twitter threads and tweets. they are as follows:

A fake tweet by Miles Edgeworth (verified) @milesedgeworth. It reads: "Please stop at-ing me on Twitter with the Skater Boy song. I don’t listen to pop music and am not interested. - M. E." It was made on August 5th, 2018, and has 73.5 thousand retweets, 31.1 thousand quote tweets and 325.4 thousand likes.

A thread of fake tweets made on October 13th, 2018. The first tweet (by @mattslawacc) reads "i can't believe this is a hot take but we shouldn't let minors to stand with the defense. what do you mean those 17 and 8 year olds r ur legal counsel like-" it has 23 replies, 43 retweets and 127 likes. The second tweet in the thread is by "maya fey's burger buddy  (@ramenborgerz)" it reads " i KNOWWW thats not a franziska stan talking  take a look in the mirror before u start coming for the feys, bestie" and has 102 replies, 23 retweets and 995 likes.

A fake tweet by nat   in my witness era @0bject1onable. It reads: "i did Not just see someone with "dl6 truthers dni" in their carrd talking about how weird it was that mvk retired so suddenly then died like 6 months later " It was made on october 14th, 2022, and has 32 retweets, 9 quote tweets and 348 likes.

A fake tweet by im the prosecutions witness (eric) @guitarssserenader. It reads: "yall klav antis just mad that ur blue suit husbando finally lost a fuckin case smh  hes not gonna fuck u" It was made on february 25, 2021, and has 69 retweets, 21 quote tweets and 420 likes.

A thread of fake tweets made on april 6, 2027. The first tweet (by STREAM PROSECUTOR @hot4justice) reads "why KLAPOLLO IS REAL: a thread (1/??)" it has 453 replies, 567 retweets and 4.1 thousand likes. The second tweet in the thread is by "truth || where my themis besties at xx @legallybitchin" it reads "did you motherfuckers learn NOTHING from wrightworth." and has 12 replies, 39 retweets and 400 likes.

A thread of fake tweets made on March 1st, 2026. The first tweet (by maya fey's burger buddy  @ramenborgerz) reads "Ok ik this is like. A serious topic. But imagine u get framed for murder and the prosecutor is edgeworth  I would simply walk myself into the jail cell at that point " it has 8 replies, 5 retweets and 114 likes. The second tweet in the thread is by "meena  stream KLAVIER @guitargavel" it reads "The exact opposite of this is committing 1st degree but it’s Phoenix v Payne lmao ??" and has 2 replies, 1 retweet and 6 likes.

A fake tweet by  ant (any prnouns!!!) @girlbossvonkarma. It reads: "rewatching is-7 and the sexual tension is palpable. what do you think manfred karma and greg edgeworth were doing for that whole year? exploring each others bodies???" It was made on november 12, 2025, and has 76 retweets, 14 quote tweets and 619 likes.

A thread of fake tweets made on October 27, 2018. The first tweet (by ψ  miles edgeworth (spelt with the greek alphabet)  ψ@karmaaic_prosecution) reads "he looks down at the chess board, considering, then eventually moves a bishop to take your rook. he looks up at you over his glasses through half lidded orbs and smirks. "your move" #openRP" it has 1 reply and 2 likes. The second tweet in the thread is by "steel samurai @neooldetokyorp" it reads "kicks open the door and stabs you with my massive katana" and has 1 retweet and 4 likes. (edited)

end id.

[purplelalaland]

a/n: So I might or might not (most definitely) Have been a little too obsessed with SKZ SMAU lately and decided to write my own. And here I am. Doing this. If you are interested on reading you will find the links of the chapter down below (they will be appearing as I drop them and will update once a week). -Will start tagging people if anyone is interested-

Let me know what you think and Thank you for reading!!

 ✨✨✨✨✨✨FINISHED✨✨✨✨✨✨

SKZ+reader - College SKZ smau: crack!, slow burn, mature, bad jokes.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, possible fights, mentions of sex/sexual behavior, anxiety.

Summary: Nothing really happens in y/n life. Until it does. She has had the same friend group for what feels like forever, not really letting anyone else in. Until she does. She has had a crush on her best friend since middle school. Until she doesn’t.

A new year in her college life has started and with it a new schedule, new classmates, new crushes and new problems. When her storytelling teacher decides to offer unrequited help in what seems the best idea to get yn to bring up her grades and help her become the writer she wants to be, she gets pair with the person she despises the most on earth and watches as her newest crush slips away from her. Now she is caught up between an annoying man child and getting close to the one who could be the love of her life. All while dealing with overcoming a heart break and the events that scared her for life. No one said adulting was supposed to be this hard. Or maybe it isn’t.

Introductions

Chapter 1. The breakfast club

Chaapter 2. ‘‘Chan’s girlfriend y/n’’

Chapter 3. Confidence or incompetence?

Chapter 4. Fucking Han Jisung

Chapter 5. Y/N likes Hwang Hyunjin?

Chapter 6. Let’s get the party started.

Chapter 7. Seungmin from calculus

Chapter 8. “Now who tf is he?”

Chapter 9. Who said anything about love?

Chapter 10. Crushes and Avocados

Chapter 11. Change of Rules

Chapter 12. Looking for trouble

Chapter 13. Spoiled Children

Chapter 14. I’m not stupid

Chapter 15. “I hate you so much I might kill you”

Chapter 16. We need a bad guy

Chapter 17. Stray Kids

Chapter 18. Close

Chapter 19. I think he is in love

Chapter 20. Babysitting is not fun

Chapter 21. Happy Fucking Birthday

Chapter 22. Don’t make me regret this

Chapter 23. I might be in love

Chapter 24. Birthdays and Broken Hearts

Chapter 25. I don’t have a crush on her…

Chapter 26. Moral hangover

Chapter 27. The silent treatment

Chapter 28. Testing my patience

Chapter 29. MIA

Chapter 30 part 1. The truth hurts like a motherfucker

Chapter 30 part 2. Allow yourself to feel

Chapter 31. I know you know

Chapter 32. Insufferable smug prince

Chapter 33. Flirting

Chapter 34. Heartbreak’s a bitch

Chapter 35. Figure it out

Chapter 36. I have been enlightened

Chapter 37. A week of chaos

Chapter 38. I am a groupie and I am proud

Chapter 39. Just the four of us

Chapter 40. Have you ever been in love?

Chapter 41. A fair chance

Chapter 42. Straight forward

Chapter 43. Commitment issues

Chapter 44. Girls like nice guys

Chapter 45. I like him more…

Chapter 46. A secret lover?

Chapter 47. Holding you together

Chapter 48. It’s complicated

Chapter 49. The dilemma

Chapter 50. Avoiding

Chapter 51. THEY SAW EVERYTHING!!!

Chapter 52. Scheme

Chapter 53. That’s it then?

Chapter 54. Not who you were expecting…

Chapter 55. At least you were honest?

Chapter 56. Crying over a gallon of ice cream

Chapter 57. I’m already over it

Chapter 58. Are you jealous?

Chapter 59. Waiting on you

Chapter 60. She’s my girl

Epilogue

The series continues with: No Other Way

[art-of-mathematics]

June Huh wasn’t interested in mathematics until a chance encounter during his sixth year of college. Now his profound insights connecting combinatorics and geometry have led to math’s highest honor.

June Huh often finds himself lost. Every afternoon, he takes a long walk around Princeton University, where he’s a professor in the mathematics department. On this particular day in mid-May, he’s making his way through the woods around the nearby Institute for Advanced Study — “Just so you know,” he says as he considers a fork in the path ahead, “I don’t know where we are” — pausing every so often to point out the subtle movements of wildlife hiding beneath leaves or behind trees. Among the animals he spots over the next two hours of wandering are a pair of frogs, a red-crested bird, a turtle the size of a thimble, and a quick-footed fox, each given its own quiet moment of observation.

“I’m very good at finding stuff,” he says. “That’s one of my special abilities.”

Huh, 39, has now been awarded the Fields Medal, the highest honor in mathematics, for his ability to wander through mathematical landscapes and find just the right objects — objects that he then uses to get the seemingly disparate fields of geometry and combinatorics to talk to each other in new and exciting ways. Starting in graduate school, he has solved several major problems in combinatorics, forging a circuitous route by way of other branches of math to get to the heart of each proof. Every time, finding that path is akin to a “little miracle,” Huh said.

One might say the same of his path into mathematics itself: that it was characterized by much wandering and a series of small miracles. When he was younger, Huh had no desire to be a mathematician. He was indifferent to the subject, and he dropped out of high school to become a poet. It would take a chance encounter during his university years — and many moments of feeling lost — for him to find that mathematics held what he’d been looking for all along.

After reading the article - he gives off much of the Ramanujan and overall unconventional and enthusiastic neurodivergent vibes. And it makes me happy to read.

[seventven]

au pair (ii)

summary: a few weeks have passed since y/n began working for the barnes family and she has quickly developed a strangely intimate and flirtatious relationship with her new boss. with his wife away on a business trip and his little son fast asleep, y/n and mr barnes enjoy a risqué conversation over a few glasses of wine. 

prompt: “I won’t be able to focus with a sweet little thing like you parading around my home.”

pairing: wealthy dilf!bucky x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: age gap [bucky is 39; reader is about 23]; so much sexual tension; married mr barnes is being very naughty; mention of marriage problems; talk of sex and sex toys; mr barnes is shamelessly thirsting after the new nanny; his wife is rightfully jealous 

a/n: so i’m living this story in the sims 4 because i can’t get dilf bucky out of my mind. thank you for the amazing feedback on the last part and i hope you enjoy this one x

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When Y/N entered the kitchen after tucking his little son into bed, Mr Barnes stood by the island, two tall wine glasses perched on the sleek black countertop in front of him. There was a bottle of wine in his hand and Y/N almost gulped at the sight of him. Clad in a dark cashmere sweater, sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and his long fingers working on dislodging the cork from the bottle, he was a sight to behold. And no matter how many nights like this they had spent together since she had taken up her position as the family’s au pair, Y/N just couldn’t figure out how to keep her thoughts about him family friendly. 

“Is that for me?” She wondered aloud, and the cheeky smile that appeared across his lips was confirmation enough. With a twist and a yank on the corkscrew, he opened the bottle and dropped his gaze to fill the two glasses before him.

“Thought I’d treat you to some good wine tonight,” he announced with a grin, eyes shimmering under the dim orange lights just above the island. “Take it as one last hurrah before my wife gets back from her trip tomorrow.”

Y/N bit her lip and quietly made her way across the kitchen, sliding onto the stool on the opposite side of the island. Mr Barnes had some music playing quietly from the speakers and there was a relaxed, almost serene expression across his face. Y/N couldn’t help but spend a long moment watching him, feeling that familiar, budding yearning for him as she placed her elbows on the counter and propped her chin up on her hand.

“You sound disappointed,” she observed, one eyebrow raised, trying not to look as smitten as she felt. She met his eyes for a fleeting moment, then looked down at the wine glasses timidly. Something about his eyes on her always made her feel shy.

She had been living at the Barnes family residence for just under a month and she had found herself growing increasingly close to Mr Barnes. Or at least, as close as either of them would allow. 

He kept his word; his wife was rarely ever at the house, so most nights, after tucking his son into bed, the two of them would be left to their own devices. Y/N spent most nights alone in her bedroom; sometimes leaving the house to meet up with some newly made friends. Other nights - if his wife was away - it would be just the two of them chatting over bottles of wine or whiskey, watching a movie together or exchanging stories and little jokes. He was pleasant to be around and Y/N would have been lying if she said she didn’t enjoy his company.

His company and the way his eyes seemed unable to leave her whenever she was around.

The atmosphere between them had been strange from their first meeting. From the very first day, Y/N knew she was going to develop a silly little crush on him; he was an attractive and charismatic guy and Y/N had always had a thing for men who were older. However, what she didn’t expect was that he, too, would seem just a little bit too curious about her for it to be wholly innocent.

At first she tried to brush it off. Y/N told herself he just wanted to find out more about the girl he had hired to take care of his kid. He just wanted to know if she was trustworthy, reliable... if she was truthful in her résumé. To a certain extent that was true. He was concerned with his son’s wellbeing and he was curious about whether the little guy liked her; curious about the things they would do after he came home from school and whether she was nice to him. 

However, no matter how curious he might have been about her competence as a nanny, his concern for his son could not, in any way, justify his wandering eyes and the seemingly innocent flirtatious comments he’d make whenever they were alone. Mr Barnes had nerve; that could not be denied, and the sultry looks he’d send her didn’t stop even when his wife was around. When she wasn’t, his boldness only grew.

Placing the bottle down onto the counter, Mr Barnes slowly slid one of the glasses across and smiled when Y/N’s fingers wrapped around its stem. 

“I love my wife,” he admitted solemnly, lifting his own glass towards his lips and taking a slow sip. When he brought it back down onto the counter, his eyes met Y/N’s. “However, I do find that being apart is what makes our relationship work.”

Y/N looked to him with curiosity. “How so?”

“Well,” he began, chuckling at what appeared to be his own misfortune. He placed a large hand on the edge of the counter and leaned casually against it. “The less time we spend together, the less opportunities we have to argue.”

Y/N grimaced. In her short time working for them, she had witnessed a number of heated arguments; or at least heard them from her bedroom. It was usually over business; sometimes over random crap that didn’t matter, and that one time over her and the way Mr Barnes had rubbed lotion into her back during a day of swimming in the pool with their little son. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he sighed, looking at his wife who had her arms crossed over her chest. Y/N was still laying on the lounger in the back garden and she could vaguely see and hear the couple through the back door leading to the dining room. “She asked me to help. I helped. That’s it!”

His wife shook her head in disbelief. “Please,” she answered with a sarcastic laugh, unmoved by his excuse. “As if I don’t see you undressing her with your eyes every time she walks by.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She pressed on, and Y/N attempted to act as though she couldn’t hear them but the adrenaline coursing through her body made it difficult to seem unbothered. 

“I know that look in your eyes, James. You used to look at me like that. You look at her and you can’t stop imagining burying yourself in her young, twenty something year old pussy!”

Needless to say, Y/N never made use of the pool again after that. At least not when his wife was home. And of course, she went on pretending she hadn’t overheard the entire exchange. 

“I’ve heard you argue a few times about work,” Y/N admitted, giving him a rueful smile. He reciprocated it sadly and Y/N picked up her glass and took a sip, thinking maybe she had crossed a line by telling him this. 

“It can get pretty stressful. My work and my marriage both.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, thinking of a subtle way to divert the topic of their conversation. 

“Is there anything you do to help you manage the stress?”

He thought about it for a long moment, a thoughtful frown etching itself onto his face. Y/N watched as he traced the rim of his wine glass with his index finger, the movement slow, teasing, and for a brief moment Y/N wondered what those fingers would feel like inside. 

“I go to the gym a lot,” he admitted after a while and nodded his head, as if to emphasise the point. “It helps clear my head. What about you? Are you finding this new job stressful?”

Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile. His son was a nice kid; a five year old who possessed the same level of boisterous charm as his father. He listened when spoken to and he stayed out of trouble; something Y/N was infinitely grateful for. 

“I was afraid he wouldn’t like me but all is going well. The most stressful thing is getting him up and ready for school on time,” she chuckled, and Mr Barnes did the same, evidently being no stranger to his son’s grumpiness in the early hours of the day. 

“It’s part of the reason we decided to hire an au pair,” he joked, his smile bright, dazzling. “The stress of getting him ready for school was worse than twenty business meetings in a row. Believe me, I’d know.”

He picked up the bottle of wine and topped up their glasses. Y/N hadn’t even realised she had drank over half of her wine already. 

“Well, if it ever becomes too much, let me know and we can work on our stress together,” he proposed with a hint of a smirk playing across his lips, but Y/N only laughed and shook her head.

“I’m afraid I’m not much of a gym buddy,” she giggled, and took a big gulp of her drink. Although just filled, the glass came away half empty when she was finished. Mr Barnes wasn’t far behind.

“There are other ways to take care of stress. For me personally, anything physical works,” he shrugged, completely casual, relaxed. “I like to go for a run with the dog, maybe take a boxing class. It all helps... Sex most of all.”

The way he said it made Y/N’s stomach do a flip. Suddenly there was a lump in her throat and her thighs were pressing together under the counter, mouth watering at the thoughts his words had brought to her head. She couldn’t tell if this was just a meaningless, innocent turn in their conversation, or perhaps if he was trying to stir something. Whatever it was, Y/N found herself at a loss for words, feeling shy but increasingly more turned on with every second that passed.

His eyes met her own and Y/N wondered if he noticed the shift in her demeanour; the way she could already feel her cheeks flushing red. He hadn’t even said anything risqué... not really, but that didn’t stop her body from reacting to his words.

Finally, grasping for things to say, Y/N parted her lips and choked out a response. 

“I can’t agree or disagree,�� she replied, voice laced with a sheepish, nervous little giggle. 

Mr Barnes raised an eyebrow, staying silent and waiting for her to elaborate. Feeling herself grow even more nervous under his gaze, Y/N cleared her throat.

“I mean... I wouldn’t know because I don’t really do any of those things and-”

He narrowed his eyes.

“And?”

“... And I’ve not had sex is quite some time.” She lifted her glass to her lips and took a big gulp, wishing to buy herself more time. One gulp, two, three... When she pulled the glass away from her lips, she noticed her head was beginning to feel light. 

“As if I’m going to believe that,” he laughed, shaking his head with doubt. He took a long drink himself, eyes trained on her face the entire time. The reddening cheeks, the shy eyes which refused to meet his own, the way she was biting her lip nervously; the shyness and innocence of her body language made Mr Barnes’ trousers suddenly feel a little tighter. 

“Come on,” he pressed, laughing, evidently unable to believe that she was being truthful. “You must have so many men trying to fuck you. I don’t believe that you don’t.”

She shrugged her shoulders, lifting her gaze to meet his eyes. 

“You’re basically every guy’s fantasy. I mean... I bet you could finish a man with your eyes alone.”

She was willing herself to appear more composed than she felt. 

“I’m not saying that men don’t try. I’m saying that... I don’t know,” she sighed, searching for the right words. “I haven’t been able to find a guy who can satisfy me quite as much as my vibrator. After a while, I just gave up.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Hence why you were so quick to agree to the no boyfriends in the house policy during your interview,” he smiled knowingly and Y/N offered a tiny nod in confirmation. 

“That sounds about right,” she admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. She finished her wine in two more sips and smiled when Mr Barnes reached across to fill her glass again.

“I have to say, you’ve made quite the impression that day at my office.”

Her brows knitted together, her curious and confused expression urging him to explain. Mr Barnes laughed quietly to himself and shook his head, pouring the last little bit of wine into his own glass.

“After you left, at least four of my male employees made comments about you and asked who you were. Two even went as far as asking whether you were single.”

He gauged her reaction, regarding her expression as if he were expecting her to look surprised, embarrassed, shy. What he didn’t expect, given her past behaviour, was the nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. Mr Barnes quickly understood that she wasn’t a stranger to receiving male attention.

“You were the hot topic in the office that day. Someone even suggested that my business might suffer because I won’t be able to focus with a sweet little thing like you parading around my home.”

Y/N gulped, their eyes locking and Mr Barnes smirked at the reaction he had provoked. The look in her eyes suggested she liked where he was going with this; it suggested that despite the shyness of her demeanour, there was a part of her that enjoyed every flirtatious or suggestive comment he made and even though Mr Barnes knew she shouldn’t be playing with fire like this, the whole thing brought him too much satisfaction to stop.

Her lips parted, and she took a moment to compose herself.

“What... What did you say to them?”

Mr Barnes smiled, a provocative little smirk as he lifted his glass to his lips. His eyes, glimmering with a tantalising combination of mischief and desire, remained trained on her as he took a long sip of his drink.

“Why, I only told them the truth, Ms Y/L/N,” he teased, and Y/N felt her heart speeding up at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue in such a delicious fashion. “I told them it would take a damn lot of concentration to get any work done around you.”

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a/n: hello i hope this was bearable i know it’s kinda boring lmao 🥺

[mysticchessecake]

100 Mikey ROTTMNT headcanons

(Mikey angst hcs lmao go brrr) (also my goal is to get to 100 hcs)

Also SPOILER WARNINGS

1. Mikey has abandonment issues or attachment issues

2. Mikey is pretty good at hiding stuff

3. Mikey has hand tremors after the movie

4. Mikey tells himself that "the others had it worse, I didn't have it as bad. It's not that bad*

5. Mikey has a hard time asking for emotional help,

6. Mikey has an art block after the movie

7. Mikey is extremely good at the piano

8. Mikey wants to tell others about his problems but for some reason, something in the back of his mind is stopping him.

9. Mikey has random power explosions when he gets too emotional after the movie.

10. Mikey has trust issues

11. Mikey likes to hide in his shell when he's sad

12. Mikey has horrific terrible nightmares of all the things he has been through

13. Mikey bakes comfort cookies or brownies when he can't sleep

14. Mikey paints his nails every week

15. Mikey is developing a new alter ego that's basically an extremely chaotic unstoppable prankster. The name is Dr. Unstoppable

16. Mikey's family is scared of Dr. Delicate touch

17. Mikey hates it when anyone is concerned about him.

18. Mikey finds it ironic that he can't even take his own advice when it comes to feelings.

19. Mikey develops an irrational fear of the colour pink

20. Mikey's scars or cracks from making the portal would start glowing when something bad is happening

21. Mikey experiments with food combos

22. Mikey uses he/they pronouns

23. Mikey's human variant would have dyed parts of his hair

24. Mikey's Dr. Feelings is the therapist of his family

25. Mikey's hands after the movie is extremely damaged

26. Mikey has an art journal filled with drawings of the adventures he had

27. Mikey wakes up earlier than the others

28. Mikey sleeps earlier than the others

29. Mikey hides in his shell when he gets tired and he's not in the sewer

30. Mikey picks up sarcasm from Donnie

31. Mikey's Dr. Delicate touch is what Mikey would act in a bad day

32. Mikey has bottled up emotions

33. Mikey thinks he doesn't need help because he's the youngest child and the golden child, and he doesn't have it as bad as his older siblings

34. Mikey's Dr. Unstoppable has goggles with X's on them

35. Mikey has random doodles everywhere in the sewer

36. Mikey's Dr. Delicate touch somehow has a slight tint of red

37. Mikey uses Dr. Delicate touch as a way to release his bottled up emotions

38. Mikey's human version is black

39. Mikey has sass

40. Mikey is the fastest among his brothers

41. Mikey is weirdly charming

42. Mikey "once" took multiple shirts from April

43. Mikey is good at Uno and Monopoly

44. Mikey Pan oriented AroAce

45. Mikey randomly makes pizza

46. Mikey randomly goes to Donnie's lab to watch him make stuff

47. Mikey is scary in April 1st

48. Mikey is good at sewing

49. Mikey is the only one who can make Donnie's complicated drink

50. Mikey "once" went into April's school at night to enter a painting competition Anonymously...he won even though no one saw his face

51. Mikey drinks coffee to make him sleepy

52. Mikey goes to Ralph's room when he has a bad nightmare

53. Mikey has a special dark place...AKA his closet

54. Mikey made Donnie's goggles with cans when he was younger and ever since Donnie kept those googles...he just upgraded it abit

55. Mikey puts stickers on his brother's stuff

56. Mikey is secretly an evil "pranking" genius

57. Mikey and Leo would sneak into places after dark to goof around

58. Mikey would listen to Donnie ramble about stuff for hours and not get annoyed

59. Mikey would try to fix Ralph's broken bit of shell by adding tape and silver

60. Mikey has a good memory

61. Mikey still has some of the smartness stuff in his system from "Mind meld"

62. Mikey likes to watch this show about some lego boy with monkie powers

63. Mikey's favorite brother is Donnie and he doesn't want to admit it because it will fuel Donnie's ego

64. Mikey despite having a good memory. Sucks at remembering people's faces

65. Mikey has a social media presence under the name "JupiterTurtle"

66. Mikey host a yearly cooking event

67. Mikey is harsh with his criticism of cooking and art surprisingly

68. Mikey has his own personal goggles when he is watching Donnie do stuff in his lap that needs eye protection

69. Mikey and Leon "once" went out to a public museum and pretended to be statues.

70. Mikey and Ralph are the comfort duo, who comforts people

71. Mikey and Casey Jr do some spray painting murals around the city for no reason. Mikey wants to show Jr the joys of spray painting

72. Mikey would help with April's art assignments

73. Mikey and Splinter go mini golfing sometimes

74. Mikey and Cassandra are weirdly violent in video games

75. Mikey picks up cursing from Donnie

76. Mikey retreats to his shell when everything happens way to fast

77. Mikey has ADHD with the side of Autism

78. Mikey has bad time management

79. Mikey hates clock noises

80. Mikey has autophobia and thalassophobia

81. Mikey makes his own chips

82. Mikey makes good money selling commissions

83. Mikey has 35 plushies

84. Mikey got banned from using Donnie's computer by "traumatizing his brothers reading horror stories he found on the internet"

85. Mikey and Donnie got a text from April saying "Autism creature"

86. Mikey and Ralph would watch movies every Saturday

87. Mikey makes Donnie be his food taste tester

88. Mikey had a hard time differentiating between normal and sarcastic

89. Mikey got his leg hurt once and now Ralph is worrying if his leg would get hurt

90. Mikey's favorite fruit is an unsurprisingly tiny oranges

91. Mikey has special headphones to cancel out all the arguing in his family

92. Mikey goes to his closet when a fight is getting to bad

93. Mikey is not allowed to go in the waters above 4 feet because of the accident.

94. Mikey nearly drowned trying to save a rat who got caught in the water

95. Mikey hates looking at mirrors for some odd reason

96. Mikey's hearing is extremely sensitive

97. Mikey forgets to do important things like sleep and maintain mental health

98. Mikey actually doesn't eat most of his food that he made.

99. Mikey would rather give up his own life than his brothers

100. Mikey and his family had a big sleepover after the krang

[thoughts-of-a-heathen]

Can you explain more about Scandinavian attitudes towards Loki? (Loke?) I want to learn more about non-Christianized/Americanized takes but I’m having difficulty finding literature. Thank you!

I will try my best!

The main difference I see is that American heathens tend to view Loke as either good or bad. If people aren't Lokean, they don't consider Loke to be a god/worthy of worship etc.

In my experience, Scandinavian heathens tend to have a more relaxed attitude towards Loke. Some people worship him, others don't, but I don't think I've ever met someone who doesn't consider him to be an important part of our gudavärld (lit. 'world of gods'). On the other hand, I've never met, or even heard of a Scandinavian Lokean either.

It seems like Americans care more about the ancestry of the gods, and tries to sort them into different categories depending on what ätt/family they're from. None of which makes sense to me. I just can't wrap my head around the idea that Loke being part jötunn makes him an outcast/evil/not a god. Like, there are so many deities with jötunns in their family? Oden's mother Bestla is a jötunn. Skade is a jötunn. Ägir is a jötunn. Heimdall might be jötunn for all we know. Frej is married to the jötunn Gerd, and Tor has a child with the jötunn Järnsaxa. This doesn't seem to bother the gods, so why should it bother us humans?

Anyway. I've had a look through Samfundet Forn Sed's magazine Mimers källa (which is a good resource on contemporary heathenry if you understand Swedish), and decided to translate some relevant passages to give you an idea of people's attitude towards Loke.

In a piece on mental illness, change and healing:

"Loke is the forever youthful and adventure-loving trickster, the one that heals (us) with a good laugh, while simultaneously delivering crass wisdom with the most serious look you could ever imagine."

When describing heathen weddings:

"A (bridal) couple really wanted Loke to be in their ceremony, so I included him in the shape of playfulness, curiosity, challenges and surprises. I think they're still married."

When discussing Norse mythology:

"(as usual) Loke both creates and solves the problem."

On the topic of 'ergi' and queer heathenry:

"Loke is the god who breaks all social norms. Loke performs seiðr, and seiðr entails 'ergi'. Loke brings creativity to the world of the gods. In that way, he is necessary. He's only punished when he goes too far by indirectly killing Balder. Prior to this (incident), he's always given the chance to make up for (the negative consequences of) his pranks. (His antics) usually benefit the entire collective of gods. But (the gods) draw the line at murder. And this (Loke's punishment) leads to Ragnarök. Can it (the importance of breaking norms) be any more obvious?

When discussing offerings:

"Another blood sacrifice that I like to engage in, is the sacrificial killing of Spanish slugs (an invasive species), since I know that the gods love them. Especially Loke, who refrains from creating mischief in the vegetable garden, thanks to this offering!"

(Just to be clear, Samfundet Forn Sed _does not_ encourage blood sacrifices. The article is written by a sheep farmer who prays to the gods during the yearly slaughter.)

Source for the quotes with no link. (Issue 32, 39 and 40, all in Swedish. Samfundet Forn Sed is a pagan/heathen religious community in Sweden. They have signed declaration 127.)

From a historical point of view, there's a significant lack of place names featuring Loke's name. (As in, there aren't any at all. I was wrong!! There's at least one place in Sweden and also places in the Faroe Islands and Iceland!!!) Most of the other gods have several places named after them. The place where you worshipped Freja got called "Freja's grove" or Freja's ve (ve/vi = sacred place, sanctuary). The fact that Loke doesn't seem to have any sacred places named after him suggests that he wasn't worshipped in the same way as Ull, Tor or Freja. (But keep in mind that this doesn't mean that people back then didn't worship Loke.)

When it comes to sources, Gro Steinsland's book Norrøn religion - Myter, riter, samfunn is great, but I don't think it's available in English. Same goes for the books by Ebbe Schön.

I think it's worth looking at what references people use for Wikipedia articles on this topic. (The English article on Loka Táttur is quite informative.)

For researching purposes, it might be good to know that Loke was also referred to as Locke in some dialects. Other names include:

Lopt - (he who) travels through air

Hveðrungr/ Vrålaren - the screamer

Sagna hrærir/ Sagosporraren - the spurrer of sagas

tl;dr Loke isn't a controversial figure in Scandinavian heathenry, he is considered to be an integral part of our 'pantheon', but it's rare for people to center their practice around him.