#and pray no one notices or complains ❤️

[soulemissary]

i woke up from a nap 2 discover that my roommate who had said he was making dinner randomly left to go shopping so my girlfriend was left 2 make dinner with a recipe that he just like told her and didnt give to her and i. dude. i'm already so fucking fed up with everyone in this house i need yall to stop doing more things that piss me off

[white-sinner]

tighnari x male stressed reader

The reader in this story is a hybrid fox just like tighnari and Miko

Warning: this story is smut/lemon

A/n: so I just finish to read Kiraide Isasete and it welcom me to some aides also (d/w=dream work)

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Tighnari



you and tighnari have now been engaged for 2 years, you really love each other so much and you consider Collei as your daughter (and she considers you as her 2 overprotective fathers) so by now tighinari knows your little reactions well and as your companion he is willing to help you with all his heart ❤️

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tighnari i immediately notice how stressed and worried you were so after he asked you and you explained that you were stressed because of your job which was (d/w) and you were really worried about Collei's condition his heart couldn't help but melt so he remembered when he was stressed out and you fucked him so much he couldn't remember what he was mad about anymore

so he sat on your lap starting to kiss your neck leaving marks and moving his hips like a slut in heat (let's be honest tighnari he can be a slut if he wants it especially in sex with you) while he moved his hips you immediately understand what was he trying to do so with your tail wagging for lecitations you started to stimulate his ears and his cock it was now 5 minutes that seemed like hours for tighnari and when he finally cum you took him princess style and placed him on the sofa he no longer unable to move due to too much heat from his body

while he was on the sofa panting with his ears down and sweaty you took off his pants seeing the disaster that was there his hard cock his butt just waiting for your cock pumping it inside he wanted it so much so he try to cover his zones with his shirt now impossible to look at you for too much embarrassment you made three lianas appear in tahanks tp your vision one that kept his wrists tied and the other two that stimulated his nipples now you couldn't resist anymore so you thrust your cock inside him continuing saying dirty things to him that only made him arouse more by now he had lost count of the orgasms he only knew that inside him there was your cock that had formed a rise in his belly and you kissed him just to see his tears come down and pray for more desperately once you'd cum inside him for the 4/6th time I think? you took it out to him he kept repeating your name like a mantra and you gently clean him by placing him on the bed on top of your chest you knew that hearing your heartbeat always relaxes him and so you two fell into the peaceful world of dreams

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Bonus! "umm master are you sure you're fine it seems you can't walk?" collei asked "don't worry I just fell and now my knees hurt" "if she says so anyway I was worried and I called y/n" "what a-are you done?!" "exactly she called me worried" so upu took him in your arms without caring about his protests "come on don't complain you certainly can't walk like this because of the" fall "my prince ~"

[restlessmaknae]

comfort [kang daniel]

kang daniel with a university/college student!au + “you are, without a doubt, the only person who can make me smile right now”.

➳ Characters: uni student!Kang Daniel x uni student!female reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, uni au, comforting, friends to lovers (implied)

➳ Words: 1.3k

➳ Warning: mentions of reader having a period, argument with friend

➳ A/N: This story was requested by @tranquilpetrichor for my request event. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️This story is partly inspired by real-life events, so thank you for the request, at least I could channel my frustration into this story haha.

You can still request stories for the event: you can find the guidelines here and the masterlist here.

➳ Taglist: @dat-town

You had the crappiest weekend ever.

You had been supposed to see one of your favourite singers on Sunday, you had made all the arrangements (booked the hotel, booked the train, told everyone about it and managed to drag your best friend with you, turning the Saturday night concert into a girly weekend with some sightseeing in a city that you hadn't been to a lot of times) only to have been told last minute that the singer had fallen ill, and the concert had to be cancelled. You had been shattered, but decided to go along with it.

However, on Sunday, the café you had put on the plan had been closed for technical reasons, the museum had not met your expectations, and besides, the weather had been horrendous. It had been raining all day with stormy winds, and your best friend huffed all the time that she hadn't enjoyed the weather and you should have known that this weekend was cursed from the start. To which, you couldn't have helped but retort that if she hadn't wanted to come, she should have just told you, you could have been fine, but neither the cancellation of the concert, nor the weather had been your fault. You had taken it upon yourself to arrange the travel and the accommodation in return for her coming with you, you had looked up sights that she would probably enjoy, and she had always said that whatever was fine with her, you could decide.

Yet, after the news of the cancellation, she had started turning everything against you which you hadn't enjoyed, to say the least. You had probably been angrier and more disappointed that it had all gone downhill after all the preparations, but she had just complained and complained. You had ended Sunday with an argument that had led you two to go back to the uni dorms almost in complete silence. Two hours worth of a train ride had never seemed so long, and if it had not been enough, your period had arrived on Sunday night, so you hadn't even slept well.

No wonder the 8am lecture on Monday didn't seem that appealing, but you didn't want to slack off and let the crappy weekend affect your studies, so you still decided to go. With one hand on your stomach (as if it could ease your cramps) and the other flipping through your notebook, you were praying that today's lecture would go by quickly.

You were so lost in thought that you almost didn't notice someone sitting down beside you, and if it had not been for Daniel's familiar deep voice reaching your ears, you would have probably not even looked up.

"Hey! How are you?" The boy inquired genuinely as he plopped down beside you, fishing his books and notebooks out of his bag. You were glad that he didn't look your way while doing so because you needed the time to pull yourself together.

"Hey!" You replied after a few seconds of silence, your voice coming out quite feebly. You cleared your throat before continuing though. "Not bad. And you?" You forced the words out, hoping that he didn't take note of the weariness in your voice. It was rather difficult to fake being happy, so you tried your best to numb your pain instead.

However, Kang Daniel was a psychology major for a reason. He was excellent at reading people's moods, and he was even better at comforting people. You had this one lecture together - Business Psychology, an elective for you as a Business major and an elective for him as a Psychology major -, but even during the time before these lectures and during short exercises the prof gave you, you could get to know just how kind and compassionate he was. One thing you had realised quite early on was that he was rather soft-spoken despite his deep, raspy voice (and on a side note, he had the most adorable eye-smile and dimples combo). He had definitely surprised you with his maturity and gentleness, you hadn't expected it from him when he had sat beside you during the first lecture in his all black outfit.

During the past two months, you had become acquainted with each other, and had even met up a few times outside of lectures - both purposefully and both by accident -, and you would say you had become quite the friends. Maybe even more than friends, but neither of you wanted to force anything, so you were getting to know each other slowly.

Yet, exactly the thing that you liked about him the most (his attentiveness) was why you felt a bit uncomfortable now under the searching gaze of his, in the crossroads of his worried eyes.

"You sure? Is everything alright?"

In vain it would be if you tried to deny it, so you let out an aghast sigh as you shook your head.

"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to, but if you want to, I'm listening," he offered as gently as one could once he stopped packing his stuff, and now, he put his elbow on top of his books, his jaw resting on the top of his hand.

You didn't even know where to begin, but you started somewhere and the rest followed. You realised that once you started talking about it, it came easier to share even those concerns that you hadn't voiced out before (like as the fear of losing your best friend over something like this), and Daniel listened, asking a few guiding questions to fill the plot holes of your stories. It was actually quite deliberating talking about all of the things that had bugged you lately. Usually, you vented to your best friend, but with her still not having replied to your latest message and with her being a part of why you were upset in the first place, you couldn't do so.

"Do you want me to leave you be and not force you to talk? Or do you want me to talk about my weekend?" He offered the options before he tilted his head and added a third one. "Or maybe do you want to see new pics of my cats to cheer you up?"

Hearing his question, your lips immediately curled upwards, and your voice softened a bit when you spoke up.

"The cat pics sound the most appealing right now."

"Alright, here you go," Daniel announced with a dimpled smile as he took a hold of his phone and started going through his phone's gallery. He showed the latest pics and videos of his cats back home sleeping, playing with their toys, chasing after each other and bothering his mother while she was trying to watch a movie. You found yourself smiling and giggling at what he showed you, and when he reached the end of his new photos, he looked up at you and merely stared at you, an expectant smile hiding in the corner of his lips.

"Thank you for these. You are, without a doubt, the only person who can make me smile right now," you admitted honestly, and earned a more shy version of his previous smile. He didn't even have time to comment on it though because the professor walked in, but it was enough how he comforted you with his words, with his silence and with his presence. He was a great person, and you were glad to have him in your life.

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[beloved-31-proverbs-women]

Declare this: God is canceling every curse spoken against you. The devil just cannot curse what God has blessed. No one can break you because you know who is standing beside you, and that is God. You cannot ignore the signs you have prayed for the Lord to show you. All that you have right now is by the grace of God, not by your own strength. Consider carefully how you listen. Luke 8:18. PRAYER is always a start of a miracle. I so believe this. I owe God everything. God’s got your back. Seek peace and pursue it. Psalm 34:14. Rather than complain. Pray. Your competition is your own potential. Declare: My next chapter is going to be amazing. I am putting all my trust in the only One who can “make it happen.” Don’t ignore, your next 3 months will be filled with of blessings, and good news, (declare) because of my daily habits. I will do the work. Have you noticed how peaceful your life has been not allowing certain things in your life? Sometimes a cut off isn’t personal, it’s SPIRITUAL. ❤️🙏🏼 Worry is a tool of the enemy to take tire mind off of God’s power.

[solomons-finest-rum]

Congrats on a 100 followers!! you totally deserve it!

So it's that time of the month and as a result I get super cranky and cry over the littlest of things, and I was wondering if you could write a comfort fic of alfie with someone like that. It would mean a lot 😭

Thank you very much and you're doing amazing sweetie. Lots of love.

“Everybody's Talkin'” (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader)

Masterlist

SUMMARY — You're tired and in pain. Fortunately, Alfie knows exactly how to make you feel better.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Oh gosh thank you so much, I still can't believe ittttt ❤️❤️❤️ and I'm so sorry you're not feeling well! I hope this little drabble will make you smile!

WORD COUNT — 694

You groaned and hid under the covers when you heard the front door open and slam shut. Only one man in existence could make something as mundane as entering his own house sound dictatorial, but there he was. And he was your man, as it happened, so you had to deal with it, too.

“Luv, you home?” Alfie shouted to you and you sighed heavily.

You were supposed to have been ready to go out an hour ago, but as always that time of the month decided to come at the least convenient moment. So, with your hair in disarray and still in pyjamas, you were curled up in a ball under the covers and prayed that the pain would soon subside.

“You all right?” You heard the door to the bedroom open and the sound of Alfie’s heavy steps.

“No,” you muttered from under the covers and then moved away when you felt the mattress creak and Alfie sat down beside you.

“Headache?”

“Worse,” you barked, frustrated both with yourself and the pain. You tried to wish it away, but the more you tried, the worse it became.

He seemed to understand exactly what this was, he usually did, but you never expected him to do what he did next. You heard the heavy boots and some of the clothes thrown to the floor and then Alfie invaded your space under the covers and exhaled heavily when he pressed himself to your back.

“What are you doing?” you half-laughed, half-groaned, but then sighed in relief when he wrapped his arms around you to hold you closer. Somehow, it helped.

“You smell of rum,” you complained.

“Yeah, was hopin’ ya wouldn’t notice this time, pet.”

You laughed because your opinion of his occupation was something of an inside joke between you.

“That old fortune teller was right, you know?” you whispered.

“What?” Alfie chuckled at the theatrics. He could immediately tell when you weren’t entirely serious.

“Remember? We just got married and you took me to the carnival in Brighton…”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“And I had my fortune told.” You closed your eyes, enjoying the embrace and the scratch of Alfie’s beard against your neck. “She saw the ring on my finger and said my husband would spend more time with the bottle than with me. Sometimes I think she’d be glad to know how right she was.”

Alfie laughed at that and you groaned, because another wave of pain hit you that very moment. You cursed under your breath and he understood at once, holding you with one hand and stroking your back with the other in soothing circles.

“Two shillings she got for that bloody fortune,” you muttered. “So how’s the business?”

“Yeah, ‘s all right.”

“Yeah?” You closed your eyes again and enjoyed the way his steady breathing against your back had calmed you down. “You sure we shouldn’t look for the Brighton witch again?”

“Fuck me, we need a bigger bed is what we need…” Alfie moved to a more comfortable position against your back and you giggled at the frustration in his voice. You knew he didn’t believe in magic or anything else of the sort, despite all of his personal superstitions.

“Right, the next time ya need your future told, we can give my mother a visit, luv,” he grunted, “she’ll tell ya all sorts of unfortunate events that will befall your stunnin’ person, right, for as long as you are married to her son. An’ she’ll do it for free, me mum, ‘cause she’s fond of me like that.”

You laughed at that, you just couldn’t help it. There was no one else who could make you laugh like that, even when you were miserable and in pain.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go with you tonight, my darling.” You reached for his hand and he hummed appreciatively at the sentiment.

“Go where? I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

“Oh, come on,” you sighed. “I know tonight was important to you…”

Alfie scoffed at that and kissed your cheek.

“My wife is important, all right?” he murmured into your ear. “The rest can fuck off.”

[imkylotrash]

Hardin Scott where he gets all flustered beneath the mistletoe with the reader because he is crushing on her and let’s down his facade- ❤️

You love Christmas. The decorations around town, the questionable Santa at the mall, ice skating. Even a tiny part of you still wants to believe that maybe there was some truth to the North Pole Santa shop. It's the snow coating everything in white, the scarfs and knitted hats from your grandma. Christmas is the season to be jolly. And for the first time, you have someone to spend Christmas with. Hardin Scott. The writer, the bad boy, the Grinch. The biggest Grinch on the planet, and you're determined to prove to him that Christmas is the best time of the year. It's the reason he's currently standing by the ice rink waiting for you to return with two pairs of skates.

"Thank you," you smile, grabbing both pairs of skates and heading over to Hardin.

"It's freezing," he complains, but you refuse to change your mind. You're going out on the ice, and Hardin is going to love it. And he does. Even if he doesn't admit it, you notice the tiny smile on his lips whenever he thinks you're not looking.

"See, it's not that hard," you say right before he falls flat on his ace. It takes every last bit of self-control to not laugh as he attempts to get back up.

"Fuck this," he mumbles as he tries to crawl across the ice to get to the exit.

"Hardin, do you need help?"

"Nope!" You're praying he doesn't notice the parents laughing from afar as they watch a grown man crawl and their own children easily skate around him. You chuckle lightly as you glide to the exit looking at his pouty face.

"You're not exactly convincing me that Christmas is nice, you know."

"Nonsense. Just wait until we get to the next activity." The Christmas Tree farm isn't really a success either. You get a beautiful tree, but Hardin is on the wrong side of it when he saws it at the root, so it falls on top of him, and suddenly he's coated in the snow too.

Baking Christmas cookies don't go too well either. For some reason, they come out of the oven burned. When you decorate the tree, you find a bird's nest in the middle of it. Luckily, there's no bird, but it puts a damper on things nonetheless.

"I have one last thing," you say, approaching the couch with two cups of cocoa.

"What?" You run to the kitchen again to grab it.

"Close your eyes," you call, making sure to keep it hidden behind your back so he doesn't see it. You sit down next to him and hold it over both your heads.

"It's a mistletoe," you say, smiling as he opens his eyes.

"I can see that," he laughs with bright red cheeks. You know he's never had a relationship with romantic gestures, but here you are holding a mistletoe, so he can kiss you. His lips are soft, tasting slightly like cocoa.

"If you'd started with this, I would've been in love with Christmas way sooner," he whispers fidgeting a little with his fingers, "almost as much as I love you." It's the first time either of you has said it, and you give total credit to your day of Christmas. He tries to hide his face, but you love his blushing cheeks, so you pry them away to look into his eyes.

"I love you, Hardin."

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[astralwaifu]

A good person - Gigi’s special birthday present fic

pairing: Gigi x Gojo

genre: fluff and a pinch of angst bc I can’t help myself - mostly based on Gigi and I’s “midnight talks” :) @gojosgigi you’ll see what I mean (also Gojo and you are 17 in this fic)

wc: 1358

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MERI JAAN! ❤️❤️❤️ I love you sm and you’re basically my favourite person ever. Talking to you always makes my day feel better, no matter how sad I am. I love both our philosophical talks and your awesome dad jokes. Here’s to the Chandler to my Rachel! :)

Go wish the happiest birthday to my bro-wife @gojosgigi ❤️ (now 🔫)

You had trained all day, barely took any breaks and if you did, nothing more than 5 minutes. Still, you weren’t ready to stop. Or admit that in fact, Gojo was still stronger than you. Not that he wouldn’t rub that into your face constantly.

“Still training, Gigi-chan?” he smirked at you, towering over your body. Damned be his height.

“Stop calling me ‘-chan’, we are the same age, you idiot.”

“Aahhh, Gigi-chan, why would you call me an idiot??? It hurts my feelings, y’know?” Gojo pouted, bringing his face uncomfortably close to yours.

“Get away from me” you hissed at him, obviously annoyed. Such a pain in the ass was this Gojo Satoru. Why did he insist on pestering you about everything and anything? Doesn’t he have anything better to do with his time? Gojo was for sure wasting yours…

As you tried to return to your training, you could feel his intense stare burning in the back of your head. You tried to ignore it, but the longer you tried to avoid it, the more it landed heavy on your chest. And it seemed like the white haired man watching you had no intention of cutting you loose.

“What is it?” you finally asked and turned around. Gojo looked at you from above his round sunglasses and simply shrugged:

“You’re doing it wrong.”

You deadpanned at him: “…excuse me, I’m what?”

“You’re doing it wrong. You’re supposed to position your thumb over and behind your fingers, and don't allow it to rest past them.” Gojo said softly, while taking your hand into his and curling your fingers correctly.

You silently prayed that he wouldn’t notice the heavy blush settling on you cheeks or the way your brows would automatically unfurrow at his soft and comforting touch. Was Gojo even that bar after all?

“See now, Gigi-chan? That’s it, seems like you’ve got it! Good girl…” The moron was trying to fluster you. “Well! I guess that’s it, I should go!” Gojo suddenly started to walk away, just like that.

“Wait!…Do…do you want to train with me?” You can’t believe you said it, you must be insane, truly insane. Your heart was beating faster than ever, almost trying to break through your skin and run straight into his arms.

“I thought you’ll never ask” he smiled.

***

Even though you two complained about Gojo all the time, Nanami knew the truth behind your words, the ache of you heart and the feelings you harboured for the white haired teen.

“It’s your own fault for ending up in situations like this with that idiot. You’re feeding up his ego with your reactions.”

“As if ignoring him works any better for you” you taunted further.

“Gigi, I’m not the one who secretly, not-so-secretly li-“

“Nanami, if you say another word, I’m sending you to whatever Heaven you believe in.”

“Fine. You’re never listening to me anyway.”

You started to feel a little bad seeing the slight hurt in his eyes.

“Hey, Nanami.” you elbowed him smiling. “what do call a hippie’s wife?”

“What?” The 16 year old looked done with life.

“Missisippi” You waited for his reaction for a few seconds, smiling amused while Nanami processed what you just said”

“Miss-issi—AHHH” Nanami started cackling, small tears forming in the corner of his eyes. “Gi-gi, heh.. you’re… I can’t this is so bad…” He barely contained himself.

“You know you love me.”

***

“You know you love me, Gigi-chan!!!” Gojo obnoxiously screamed from the other side of the tracks.

“I don’t! *huf* You! *huf* You CHEATED! *huf* WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO USE OUR TECHNIQUES!”

“Who said that?! Not me!”

“The Universe. You’re awful!” you pushed his shoulder as you finally reached him. You’ve been training your stamina and resistance for 2 hours now.

“And you’re a sour loser, Gigi-chan…” Gojo laughed lightly at you.

“Am not.”

“Deny as much as you want” he flicked his hand into your direction.

Exhaustion took its toll on you, so you decided to lay on the ground right there and then.

“Heh? What are ye’ doin’?” Gojo asked, squinting his eyes.

“Laying on the grass…Becoming one with nature…” you answered in a tired tone.

“You’re weird.”

“You’re actually saying that? You? Don’t make me laugh Gojo.“ you frowned at the boy and then moved your gaze to the sky.

The night was beginning to settle in, orange and purple hues slowly fading into the blackness. Starless skies catching light little by little above you and still the only one you’d rather look at is Gojo Satoru. Not that you’d ever admit that or act according to your feelings.

“Gigi…Gigi-chan…”

“What?” you answered seemingly annoyed.

“Is the grass comfortable?”

“Don’t be a jackass.”

“Fine, fine. Can I lay down beside you?”

“What?…” It is safe to say that you were more than surprised and incredibly flustered. All the confidence from earlier flew out the window, making space for the loud thump of your heart in the throat.

“Did you hit your head? I asked if I can lay down beside you.”

“U-uhm, you can. Yeah…Sure”

He layed down next to you and took down his glasses, tugging them in his pocket. Bright blue eyes, glowing brighter than the entire night fabric filled with stars, were now watching you and only you, as if you’ve hung the moon for him.

The silence between you was so comfortable, more than you could’ve imagined or wished for. Even for the continuous bickering between you and Gojo, you found yourself enjoying his presence, orbiting around him. It’s like he had this magnetic field around him, helplessly pulling you towards him.

As you got lost inside his eyes, Gojo’s voice snapped you out of your own little reality.

“Gigi…am I…am I that bad? Am I a bad person?”

“Honestly, i don’t think that it matters if a person a ‘good’ or ‘bad’, by the book. Personally, I believe that if a person is trying to be even a little better today than they were yesterday, then that makes them a good person.”

Gojo looked at you in awe.

“A ‘good’ person is not someone who’s this perfect, selfless, flawless person - A good person is anyone who’s trying to be good. someone who is trying. that’s all that matters.”

His eyes started getting watery.

“There are about a billion un-intended consequences to your actions. things you have no control over. But even in these circumstances that we live in today, how complicated, messy and manipulative the world is, a person is trying to be good. Trying to be better.”

“You’re avoiding my question.” he smiled although he was so close to crying, to finally releasing all that hurt and angst pent up in his heart.

“Don’t interrupt me and let me finish. You’ll see where i’m going.” You looked at him and watched him nod so gently. “A ‘bad’ person isn’t someone who looks after themselves, or isn’t ‘the kindest.’ After all this … who’s to say that you aren’t a good person?”

“Well…do you think I am a good person?”

After few seconds of looking directly in his eyes, you smiled so gently, kind eyes softening: “Yes, yes I do.”

Seeing him smile back made you realise what you just said. Getting a little anxious, you fixed your eyes on the sky again, now full of darkness and only illuminated by the street lamps and few stars visible.

“You’re still annoying whatsoever. That doesn’t change.” you pouted, earning a deep, from the heart laughter.

***

It’s been eleven years and Gojo still looks at you so lovingly, yet full of playfulness and you still get so annoyed on the surface at his antics. The bickering never stopped, which made a lot of people ask “Are they even in love?”.

The answer lays in the matching rings on your fingers.

In the way you hold eachother so tight, like you nevertheless want to let go.

In your dumb and dry dad jokes and the way Gojo laughs at them every time, even if he’d heard them before.

In the way you made him feel like a genuine good person every and each day.

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You didn't know why but your cheeks were in light red at his protective comments. How could he change from hating you to wanting to protect you this way? You didn't know but you had to admit you low-key enjoyed his protective side. For some reason you just wanted him to hug you so you felt safe.

On the other hand there we had a nervous Winwin, walking on his hoodie towards your house under the cold night sky, feeling nervous about meeting the girl that has been making him blush for the past few weeks whenever he unlocked his phone and saw you in his screen. Maybe it was creepy and maybe he was praying for you to not see it but he just wanted to see you every day 24/7. Somehow you became part of his daily life and when you were not around he felt empty.

The door bell ringing made you jump on your coach, not knowing if it was Winwin or that girl. "Can you hurry up, I'm freezing." You heard Winwin from the outside of the house. "I thought you were already a cold person who couldn't get colder." You joked, referring to his cold personality. "Do I have to remind you who was Elsa on my birthday party? Now hurry up, that girl can come any time." Winwin said, grabbing your bag from your hand and already walking back to his dorm. "Hey, come on, give me my bag back." You said, running towards him. "It's okay, I can carry it." He said, keeping your bag away from you.

You were about to enter their building when he suddenly pulled you into a small alley next to it. "What are you-." You started to complain before he placed his hand on your mouth making you shut up. "Neighbors can't see you're coming, if they see you we'll get in problems." He whispered without removing his hand from your mouth. You both took a few seconds to admire each other's eyes, gleaming beautifully under the dim light of the dark street. You could feel how your cheeks heated up due to the small distance between you and Winwin and before you could notice he was blushing as well, his ears going through an entire palette of red tones when he noticed his eyes unconsciously omoved from your eyes to your lips. Thankfully you wouldn't have noticed that detail, being too busy admiring his beautiful dark eyes.

After a few minutes and once Winwin checked no one else was walking around the building, he grabbed your hand and ran towards the elevator of the building. And in the blink of an eye you were finally entering their messy dorm. "Had a good night date?" Ten teased, welcoming you. None of you noticed the fact that your fingers were still intertwined with Winwin's since you entered the building in a hurry. As soon as Winwin noticed, he quickly let go of your hand. "Your room is at the end of the hall to the right. Make yourself at home. Goodnight." He said before disappearing in what you guessed was his bedroom. It was going to be a definitely long night.

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Pairing: WayV (winwin) x fem!reader

Genre: comedy, fluff, social media AU (based on the game "Mystic Messenger")

Plot: Finding a random message in your inbox from a stranger with a password to enter a groupchat with 7 boys wasn't the best plan for spending the beginning of the year. Although it wasn't your favorite plan, you will soon fall for these 7 boys and won't be able to reject their offer of helping them to hold a party and meet them face to face.

Warnings: None!

Word count: 530 words.

A/N: Here is the chapter of yesterday!! Hope you guys enjoy it ❤️❤️

P. S: I live for shy and blushy Winwin and nothing else🤧❤️

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Here I am in 2021 living my life in Rocklin, California in my newly built single story almost 1700 square foot home in Whitney Ranch, The Ridge Community built by JMC Homes. Never in million years did I think I would be in this community in my own home. God is good all the time❤️❤️😘🙏🏿

I am grateful and blessed beyond measure. I believe that faith works. Although nothing has gone as planned in my life up to this point, I cannot complain about my journey. I have so many precious moments to go back and relive. I can say with conviction that I’ve had way more beautiful memorable moments than horrific ones thus far. I pray without ceasing that God continues to walk by my side as I continue to go through my life journey. Setbacks are just hiccups in my life that I’ve learn to trust and believe more in God that he has what is best for me in mind. These last two years have been tough but I can safely say and know deep within my soul that God has walked beside me as I made my way through my trials and heartaches. I give all the glory of my victories to my Lord and savior. As I continue to move forward I notice the strength that I’m getting daily. Today my heart almost took control of my actions but God gently reminded me of what I had been through and the importance of staying faithful and in constant pray and dialog with him to prevent my flesh from weakening and regressing. Again I say thank you Father God for intervening. There is no room in my life for back tracking. My strength comes from up above. Thank you Lord. Faith and prayer works.