#and some times you break in the middle on their sentence because you're so used to if you don't talk now you'll never

[vivwritesfics]

Had Enough

For the burnt out student, because I'm at my wits end and the semester hasn't even started

Lando Norris Fluffy blurb

"Lan, I literally can't anymore. I'm about to punch somebody to rip my laptop like a phone book."

Lando Norris rolled his eyes. This was typical dramatics from her; he'd been listening to them ever since her first year. By now he knew how to deal with it.

"You're gonna regret it if you break your laptop," he said and Y/N let out a sigh.

She knew that. She didn't need to hear it though.

So, maybe Lando didn't know how to deal with it.

"Lan, please," she started. He could hear it through the phone as she pushed her chair back and began pacing around her shoebox of a bedroom. Lando had only ever been there once before; the size of the room alone made him sorry for her.

He listened as she ranted about university life. Ranted out the last grade she got, how hard she was working for nothing, according to her. Lando wanted to reassure her that it would be fine, that she was working towards something, but she didn't want to hear it.

"Come to Monaco," he said the second she stopped talking.

He listened as Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh. "Come on, Lan. You know I can't," she muttered as she sat on her bed. "I don't have the time to come to Monaco."

Lando rolled his eyes. Not in a malicious way. He knew how much she was stressing out and how badly he needed a break.

"Sorry, baby," he said, cutting her off in the middle of her sentence, "but I've got to go."

"Oh," she said, falling relatively quiet. "Oh, okay. I'll speak to you later. Love you, Lan."

He said his goodbyes, told her he loved her, and hung up the phone.

As Y/N laid back on her bed, Lando packed away at least three days worth of clothes. The shoebox of a bedroom she had a university was tiny, but he'd put up with it for his girl.

***

It had been a good number of hours since she and Lando finished the call (depending on where our dear reader lived). She had tried so hard to get on with her uni work, but it hadn't happened - her mind just kept going blank and she'd cried out of frustration a couple of times.

There was a knock at her front door.

With her housemates asleep, she tiptoed downstairs to pull it open. It was too late for it to be a package and nobody had ordered food.

A visitor stood at the door. When she pulled it open, her eyes went wide and she jumped into his arms, him dropping his bag to catch her. "Lan," she whispered, pressing her face into his shoulder.

"Thought you could use some in person support," he whispered as he held her tight.

[brainpoo]

Mm didn't miss the feeling of no one actually care about what i say and if they do then right after ignore me and talking with someone else and if i try to join the conversation it's somehow almost always something related to them that i have nothing to add to or if it's a subject i do have something to say then i actually feel like I need to fight to have the ability to talk cus they keep talking and not carrying I'm there but i can't fucking look like I'm feeling sad because then the some times they talk to me they'll just be like heh she's just not in the mood and leave me alone which isn't fucking helping being ignored even more and then we come to situations like now where everyone's talking and I'm in my phone feeling bad inside and kinda wishing it wasn't, simply bad

[peachsayshi]

I have an a request!!! What about boy dad gojo taking care of his son while his s/o is sick? Maybe he takes him to work and face time her with his son when he has a break or between classes?? And his son misses her a lot cause it’s his first time seeing her sick🥹

➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni   ➳  tags: fluff; dad gojo and son reader

"mama! wanna talk to mama!"

"easy, tiger," satoru consoles, using his long arm to pull the phone away from his son's grabbing fingers.

"dada, wanna talk to mama!" his son insists, inching his body forward which prompts satoru to adjust his legs so his boy doesn't climb off his thighs. using his other hand, the sorcerer lightly runs his fingers through his child's soft locks to calm down his excitement while and in the meantime taps away at the screen to video call you.

"there you go," he whispers as he brings the phone to his son's line of sight, his heart swelling when you finally answer the call.

"hi," you croak softly, your voice thick and hoarse while you rub your tired eyes. "what time is it?"

"it's lunch-"

"mama!" your son interrupts, his small hands curling over satoru's fingers as he holds both sides of the screen. "mama, miss you!"

"hey, cutie", you reply with a tiny smile, but satoru can see the exhaustion weighing heavy on your face. "miss you soo much,"

you've been sick for the last four days. a terrible cold that's kept you bedridden. satoru and your son have been isolating to make sure that they don't catch what you have, but your boys have been wallowing without you around. your son has been extra needy and keeps bringing up his "mama" every chance he can get. satoru is in the same position as well, hating that he can't cuddle up to you in the middle of the night, or that he can't wake up to your good morning kisses.

"mama sick," your son says with a furrow of his brows, moving his hand over the screen like he's trying to touch your face. "mama get better ok?"

he's still learning his words, trying to form whatever sentences he can with the vocabulary that he has.

you nod your head, "yeah, baby, I'll be better soon,"

your son smiles at the camera, his eyes twinkling with delight. "kisses!" he announces, before leaning forward and pressing his lips onto the phone screen.

you blow him back three kisses in return.

at this point satoru can't help but feel a little left out, so he arches forward to rest his chin on his son's shoulder, the two of them now centering the screen.

it's wild seeing them both together because they really do look like twins. your son's hair stands as a harsh contrast because it is identical to yours, but his eyes are a blend of your love. there's an icy blue that pierces through his natural color on the left side, a unique trait that distinguishes him entirely.

"can I get some kisses too?" satoru pouts at the camera, and your son obliges but placing one kiss on his cheek.

satoru can't help but grin, "thanks, rugrat, but I was hoping the kisses would come from your mama..."

"but mama sick," your son answers nonchalantly, twisting his body slightly so he was turning toward's his father's instead.

"she just blew you some kisses," he answers back with a raised brow. "I can't get any?"

your son blatantly shakes his head no.

satoru deadpans at the phone screen, and you have to use the blanket to cover your amused grin but you clear your throat as a cough escapes you, and satoru can't help but wince.

"how are you feeling? is the medicine helping at all?" he adds.

"yeah, it is. I'm feeling much better today actually."

"there's a pot of soup in the fridge " he continues, his cheeks tinting a slight shade of pink. "I made it last night"

satoru toiling away in the kitchen is a rare sight. the man grew up spoiled, and rarely ever had to take care of himself. you're the only person who knows that the first time he ever touched a stove was in his late teens, with shoko and suguru assisting in teaching him. he doesn't experiment much, but he was able to perfect a handful of recipes over time.

your eyes widen, glisten with absolute love. "thanks, handsome. I'll be sure to heat some up..."

"just want to see you back on your feet, angel," satoru murmurs, and presses his cheek against' the plush surface of his son's. "you've got us pining over here, isn't that right?"

your son nods his head, bringing one hand to hold his father's jaw. "sick bad, want mama t'get better now..." he acknowledges.

(meanwhile, you sneakily take a screenshot of the two of them in frame)

requests are open for dad gojo.

[flemingsfreckles]

He’s Ours

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: you and Jessie have your first baby

Warnings: child birth I guess? But there’s nothing graphic related to it but better safe than sorry 🤷‍♀️

WC: 2.1k quick read :)

A/N: this was just a one shot because that middle photo of Jessie gives me massive baby fever, i want to have her babies.

“Oh he’s perfect, you made him perfect.” Jessie whispered to you. Her forehead was pressed firmly to yours and her eyes locked with yours. Tears were running down your face from both exhaustion and the overwhelming reality that you just gave birth to your first child. “I’m so proud of you, I love you. You did amazing.” She whispers, punctuating her sentence with a kiss on the forehead. Too tired to give her a verbal response you just closed your eyes and softly smiled at her.

Jessie had praised you all through pregnancy, she always made time to tell you how beautiful you looked, how well you were doing, how good of a mom you already were to the unborn child. It was no surprise to you how encouraging and supportive she had been, she was always your biggest fan, even before you were pregnant.

Jessie had been over the moon when you finally got a positive pregnancy test. The two of you had been in the process of trying for months, resulting in nothing but a pile of negative tests and more doctors visits. When you finally saw the two lines on the test you nearly passed out, Jessie had to help you sit down on the bathroom floor, getting you a wet washcloth for your face to help cool you off.

That moment from 8 months ago flashed through your mind when Jessie had held a washcloth to your forehead as you pushed, it felt like just days ago when you found out and here you were, already having the baby, time had flown by.

Your couple of two was now a new family of three. A nurse came over, placing your son on your bare chest, draping a blanket on top of both of you.

“Congratulations, Moms.”

“Thank you.” Jessie says to the nurse.

You crane your head downward to look at your son. He had a little bit of hair, his skin was red, his eyes closed. It was surreal, you couldn’t believe that the baby you had grown was finally in front of you. His hands were spread across your chest, gripping ever so slightly at your skin.

You bring up a hand, gently cupping your son's butt and back, his body fitting into your hand. Jessie brings a hand up, you watch as she hesitates before softly placing her hand slightly overlapping yours onto the upper back and shoulders of your baby. You can feel how lightly she is pressing, as if he’s made of glass.

“You’re not going to break him Jessie.”

“I know that in my mind, but I can’t, but he’s just so small.” She looks up from where she was fixated on your son, you can see tears on the brim of her eyes. The three of you stayed like that until the nurses came back to take him for some quick newborn testing. You almost didn't let them take him, you wanted to keep holding him, but they assured you it wouldn’t be more than 30 minutes and they’d have him back in your arms shortly.

You're not sure how much time had passed when you woke up, you’re whole body sore, feeling nearly hungover, tired, dehydrated, a hint of nausea.

“Hi.” You turn to see Jessie, she’s sitting at your bedside, holding your son who has been clothes and swaddled into a blanket. He’s quiet, awake but not making noise. “They brought him back a little bit ago, sorry I didn’t wake you but I figured you could use the sleep.”

“Thanks.” You have to admit you were a bit sad you missed his return but you were grateful your wife let you sleep. You couldn’t stop looking at her. The way she was holding your little bundle of joy, she was smiling, she hadn’t stopped smiling since she heard his first cries. She was looking down at him, making faces at him. She was wearing a black hoodie and a pair of training shorts from a day ago now. Her baby hairs sticking out from the hood in every direction. She hadn’t slept in nearly 26 hours but she looked perfect.

She had been at training when you called her. You actually had to call Janine, who was still working on her ACL recovery, she always had her phone on her unlike your wife. Jessie was set to take time off from training starting next week, a week before your due date, but your son had other plans and decided to grace you with his presence early. Janine thankfully answered on the first ring and went running to find Jessie. You were grateful that Janine was allowed to be running, or else she would’ve had to slowly limp or crutch to find your wife. You could hear Janine shouting at Jessie from across the pitch, followed by some talking but you were too focused on a contraction to listen. Seconds later Jessie was calling you, you hung up with Janine and got on the phone with Jessie, you stayed on the phone with her all the way until she came running into your hospital room. You were admitted to the hospital late that night and didn’t meet your son until early the next morning.

It was such a surreal feeling, watching Jessie hold him. You had seen her with other babies before, other player’s babies, friend’s kids, or just random fans' babies that she’s held for photos. That was truely what made you want to have a baby with her so badly. She gave you baby fever you had never had baby fever before you were with her. But nothing compared to the baby fever you felt seeing her with her hand on your son. You were ready to start over and have more of her babies the way she looked at him and looked at you with overwhelming love in her eyes.

Jessie stands up, walking over to you, holding out the bundle of blanket and baby. “Do you want to hold him? I can, if you’d rather rest more, just, you did all the hard work. I want to let you hold him if you want to.”

“Jessie you put up with me pregnant and trying to get pregnant for over a year, I think if anyone had the hard job it was you.” You extend your arms to her, she gently places your son on your chest. Jessie had been a saint during your pregnancy, getting up early with you when you were sick, staying up late to rub your feet. She would stand behind you and hold your belly, taking the weight off of you for as long as you’d let her. She would jump out of bed late at night to make you a snack no matter how early she had to get up. She would FaceTime you for hours on end when she had to be away. Jessie couldn’t have been a better partner.

“All his newborn tests came back good. I wrote down all the details so you could have them if you wanted but everything’s good. How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a bus a little bit.” You both laugh. “But I guess that’s normal.” You point toward your water bottle and electrolytes that sat next to it, Jessie hands you both.

“The nurses and doctors are going to come check on you in a little bit too, they came in while you were sleeping but I asked if they could let you be for a bit. Since you didn’t have any issues and your vitals were fine they said they’d come back in an hour.”

“Okay.” You appreciated the heads up from Jessie, the doctors, the exams, the appointment, the stress, the test, were your least favorite part of pregnancy and she knew it, she tried her best to ease your discomfort and anxieties about it whenever she could. You were happy to know that part of parenthood was pretty much over, back to routine.

It was peaceful for a second before your son started wailing.

“What do I do? I don’t know what to do?” You’re wide eyed looking at your wife. A deep feeling of panic begins to build in your stomach. The reality that you’re now responsible for this little baby boy’s life sets in. You’ve never been a mom, you have no idea how to be a mom.

“It’s okay babe. You do. Do you want me to take him?” She wanted to help, her goal was to ease your stress. It was stressful for both of you being new parents but she knew you were experiencing it a little differently with the hormones from birth.

“No, I just don’t know what to do!” You’re on the verge of tears, you feel helpless, your son was crying and you weren’t sure what he needed. He was helpless and you were supposed to be the one to help him.

“Do you want to try and feed him again?” Jessie offers gently, you had tried to feed him earlier with the help of nurses but your son seemed to have no interest and it had left you feeling a little defeated.

“I guess.” You were hesitant but you weren’t sure what else he needed, he was warm, being held and didn’t need to be changed. Jessie held her arms out, taking him from you so you could sit up and get your shirt out of the way. While you were adjusting one of the nurses came in, letting you know that if you wanted help or assistance she was there but that you were welcome to do it on your own as well.

Jessie handed you back your son, she had unwrapped him from the tight swaddle. “The nurse said him being skin to skin might help.” You placed your son against your chest, offering him the chance to feed. You maneuvered yourself and your son with the help of Jessie until finally he had latched and was peacefully eating. You felt so relieved, finally feeling like you were doing a good job of being a mom. He ate until his mouth fell open, his eyes now closed as he drifted asleep.

“See.” Jessie whispered to you, “you do know what he needs, you’re his Mom. Even if it’s scary and new, you know how to help him. I’m here with you too, this isn’t all on you babe.” She placed a kiss on the top of your head and you craned your neck up, puckering your lips. She placed her lips softly on yours, not caring about the PDA in front of the doctors and nurses.

“You’re his Mom too Jess, his our baby boy.” You never wanted Jessie to feel like she was less of his mother because she didn’t carry him or birth him, she was equally his Mom as you were.

“I know, he’s ours.” You both can’t pull your eyes off the sleeping boy, laying across your chest, your arms holding him to you.

“I love you.” You quietly whispered to her, not wanting to wake your son from his sleep.

“I love you.” She whispered back, placing a blanket across both of you again, letting you drift to sleep while she kept a watchful eye on both of you, the two people she loved the most in this world.

[morlao]

Sisterly advice

▪︎Luke Castellan x fem!reader

▪︎daughter of Aphrodite

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You and Luke have always been close. So close, in fact, that newcomers automatically assumed that you were dating. The surprised look on their faces when the older campers told them you weren´t, was according to your siblings hilarious.

It's evening and you're sitting on your bed, your legs crossed, while Silena is braiding your hair.

Of all your half-siblings she is your favourite one. Loving, gentle and kind. She is the perfect definition of a daughter of Aphrodite, as she embodies everything that comes to your mind when you think about love - and you want others to feel the same way. They should also think of her and not your other siblings with their childish plays and cruel rituals of breaking others hearts. Maybe they themselves don´t understand what it means being the child of love.

Silena´s fingers run gently through your hair, parting it and intertwining the individual strands together.

“So… what about Charlie?”

You don't have to see her face to know that a smile flashes across her lips at his name. “What about him?”

“Did he finally ask you out?”

She laughs, trying to pretend that she finds the idea absurd. “We are just friends.”

You turn around and give her a look that expresses your opinion about it all too clearly. Don´t try to fool me, darling. I see what´s going on between the two of you!

Again, Silena laughs, gently turning your head forward again to finish the braid. “Okay, other topic. What about you and Luke?”

You copy her laugh. “What about us? We´re just friends.”

You could feel her rising her eyebrows. “Let me give you some sisterly advice: Just friends don´t look at each other like that.”

“Who did you quote? That sentence is so cliché!”

She laughs, taking a hair tie from your bedside table and wrapping it around your braid. “Well… maybe it is but it totally fits you and Luke.”

You turn around, giving her a skeptical look.

Silena shrugs and sits down beside you. “I mean… have you seen his smile when he looks at you? Also he constantly finds excuses to touch you. He improves your posture in archery, even though you are at least as good at it as he is. And – “ she looks at you triumphantly, “He gives you a kiss on the cheek every time he greets you or says goodbye.”

You feel your cheeks flush and cross your arms, trying to think of a counter argument. “A lot of people do that.”

“Yeah, but you´re the only one where Luke does that. Haven´t you noticed?”

To be honest: no, you haven´t. But now as you think about it in detail... it is true. When Luke greets one of the other girls, he just smiles at them.

“In addition, he immediately drops everything when he sees you”, Silena adds, “Yesterday he left in the middle of training because he saw you walking by and wanted to talk to you. Or on Friday, he was in the middle of a conversation with Chris and you waved at him. And what did he do? Exactly, he immediately jogged over. Also last week…”

“Enough!” You laugh, trying to make her shut up by covering her mouth.

Silena dodges you, laughing as you reach into the void. "He let you draw hearts on his sneakers! He watches the sunset with you! He bought you a bracelet for your birthday! You know, I could go on with this for hours." She steps closer, cupping your cheeks with her hands. “Believe me, sis: He´s in love with you!” Her voice is melodic, angel like even. Loving, gentle and kind.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks and embarrassed you pulls away and cover your face with your hands. “I´m pretty sure he isn´t! You´re overinterpreting!”

“Nope, I´m a daughter of Aphrodite, I can feel it!”

“So am I! And I don't feel anything!”

Silena grabs her cherry lipstick. “Your reaction makes me think that you like him too!”

Did you like him? You weren´t sure. Of course he meant the world to you, but did you like him more as than a friend? Wouldn´t that be weird kissing him since you know him for so long?

"I'm not sure", you finally manage to say, rolling off your bed and taking a look at the clock. Fortunately, you can at least put the topic off for today. "Oh, damn! Come on, we are already late!”

Silena grabs your hand and leads you outside of cabin 10. It´s already dark and in the distance you can see the flickering flames of the campfire. Most of the campers seem to have already gathered there, their drink in their hands and a smile on their lips as they talk to their siblings and friends.

“Finally!”, one of the Apollo girls greets you.

Chris Rodriguez grins. “Why are the Aphrodite girls always late?”

That is definitely not true! You're not always late. Just most of the times. God, you hate being a cliché.

Luke lifts his head as he hears his brother say “Aphrodite girls”. He spots you and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. Immediately he walks up to you and hugs you, his lips placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

From the corner of your eye you can see Silena rising an eyebrow, as if to say "Well, what did I say?"

“You look amazing”, Luke whispers in your ear, before breaking away from the hug and greeting Silena with a smile. “Charlie is already waiting for you!”, he grins, nodding towards said boy.

Silena giggles, before walking over to him. Gods, it was so obvious that she was head over heels for him.

Luke takes your hand and leads you over to his place next to Chris, where he had already a blanket spread out for the two of you. “Mylady” He pretends to bow.

You can feel your cheeks blush as you sit down. “Thank you so much, Mister!”

Gods, somehow Luke always manages to put a smile on your face. You sit down and stretch out your legs, feeling the comforting heat of the fire.

As Luke takes a seat next to you, you can feel him slide closer, his arm touching yours. Feeling him beside you was comforting, the closest feeling you had to "home".

Luke Castellan. You tilt your head back and look up at the stars as if you expect to see his name engraved up there. You have always liked his name. Luke Castellan. It feels like a secret incantation on your lips.

You can feel his eyes on you. The flickering flames make his face look almost golden. Golden boy. Why didn´t you notice before how handsome he is?

The next song starts and immediately everyone joins in. They lie in each other's arms and rock back and forth, bawling Country roads.

Well, maybe it was just because Silena had told you, but Luke really seems to find exuses for touching you. He leans against you, his arm around your shoulders - even after the song has already ended. You enjoy feeling him so close next to you. The heat he radiates. His soft skin against yours. The realization hits you straight in the face. You had fallen in love with your best friend.

He looks at you and you can't help but smile. Fascinating how beautiful an evening with a campfire could be. For a moment it feels like gods and monsters didn't exist. For a moment everything seems peaceful.

 “Can I talk to you for a second?” You can feel Luke´s warm breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear.

Your heart skips a beat. Did he notice the way you looked at him? Did he suspect something? Was Silena wrong? “Sure!”

Your voice sounds more enthusiastic than you feel.

Luke takes your hand and leads you away from the campfire, away from the singing and the laughter of the others.

You look at him, smiling nervously. “Sooo… what is it? Or did you just want to escape singing Knocking on heavens door.”

He shakes his head, laughing. “No, why would I want to miss Drew´s wonderful voice?”

You cringe at the thought of your sister singing louder than everyone else – and on top of that terribly wrong. She doesn't hit a single note.

“No, actually… Y/N…” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words. “Gods, you´re so beautiful.”

It´s not the first time that somebody told you that. In fact, being a daughter of Aphrodite, you had heard it thousands of times already.

Still his words felt special to you. Special because he wasn´t just anybody. Ä

He was Luke. Your best friend Luke. Luke who was always there for you, who comforted you when you had trouble with your family, who managed to make you laugh when you lay in your bed crying your eyes out over something your stepmother had said. Luke who you trusted with all your heart.

“I wanted to ask you if you'd like to go on a picnic tomorrow?” He avoids looking at you.

Why is he so shy about going on a picnic? That's quite strange since you´d done this a few times before. You had even found your very own spot with a fantastic view over the sea. There was nothing more beautiful than watching sunsets while drinking juice and eating biscuits. So why does he seem so insecure?

Luke seems to notice your confusion. “I meant as a date”, he clarifies.

You raise your eyebrow, your heart racing. “Are you asking me out?”

“Yeah.”

For a moment you stood there, perplexed. Why was it so obvious to the others while you had no idea?

"So... what do you say?" Luke looks at you, biting his lip nervously. He seems to assume that you aren't answering because you're looking for a way to reject him as gently as possible.

Quickly you step forward, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Yes, I'd love to go on a date with you."

"Really?" Immediately he blushes deeply. That must have slipped out.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" You giggle, taking his hand. "I've known you for years now. You're kind and brave and one of the most caring people I know."

A laugh escapes his lips. "Wow, if I had known that, I would have asked you way earlier." His hand slowly reaches for your cheek.

You hold your breath as he leans forward and places a soft kiss on your lips. It didn't feel weird at all. The opposite, actually. Seems like sometimes best friends can turn into lovers.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Soft kisses become more passionate. His hands run through your hair, slowly brushing loose strands out of your face.

When he pulls away a huge smile creeps across his lips. "I love you, Y/N"

You return his smile, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. "I love you, too."

As you walk back to the campfire holding hands, Silena beams at you. "I told you, Y/N, friends don't look at each other like that."

You shake your head, laughing. "Your advice really is the best."

[bliss4boo]

Fortnite👾

Ellie is what you would call a "gamer" I guess? She was always playing some game, whether it was GTA, Fortnite, Call of duty, etc. Honestly, she was really good but sometimes it seemed she was more focused on the game then you.

Just this afternoon, Ellie was on call playing Fortnite on her pc. You heard her screaming and swearing for 2 hours straight so you decided to go check it out. You walk in and Ellie didn't even notice because of her head set. "Baby." You called out but she didn't hear you. So you tried again but this time louder. "Baby!" She still didn't hear you. So then you yelled louder. "Ellie!" Then she finally took off one side of her headphones, her eyes still glued to the screen. "What?" She asked a little annoyed because you disrupted her. "Don't use that attitude with me."  You scolded her and she just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine. What do you want?" Her eyes were still glued to the screen.

"I wanna go to grocery store." You say crossing your arms. "Then go?" She says confused on why you're telling her, she it's clicking the mouse and is in the middle of sniping someone. "But I want you to come with me!" You slightly pout and she ignores you from being so locked in the game. Suddenly she dies.

She starts swearing at her friends on call. "What the fuck! I clearly shot that stupid ass banana!" You just roll your eyes and leave the room. You were really sad that Ellie would choose the game over spending time with you. Sulking, you go get your keys and go to the car.

Ellie suddenly noticed you gone and then wonders why you're not there. "Guys I gotta go." She tells her friends as she ends the call. She makes her way towards the kitchen and sees your keys and you gone. So quickly she goes outside and sees you in your car. "Wait!! Baby!" She calls out for you and you look up. What an asshole? She ignores you this whole time but when it's convenient for her she'll come around? You just flip her off and leave for the grocery store. Ellie sits their dumbfounded. Did she seriously just leave me?

After a while you come back and Ellie's sitting on the porch pouting. When she sees you her eyes light up and she rushes towards the car. Quickly, she opens your door. "Baby! Im so sorry! I shouldn't have ignored you and listened to you! It's just I got to focused..." she looks down. You can tell she feels really bad. "It's whatever." You say still a bit upset. "But...you can make it up to me." You smirk at her and she looks up. "What? I'll do anything!" She looks at you not even breaking a smile. "Bring all the groceries inside." You say bluntly. As soon as you finished that sentence Ellie opened the trunk and grabbed 3 grocery bags.

As she walked back inside the house with the bags you noticed her toned arms. You accidentally started staring. "Hey my eyes are up here." She says looking at you while she puts the groceries down. Your eyes instantly flicker up meeting hers. "Baby, why don't you lay down and I'll put the groceries away? Hm?" She looks at you smiling. You giggle at her sweetness. She really felt bad so you let her put them away and lay on the couch.

A little later Ellie comes and sits beside you. "Babyyyy." She whines a little. "Mhm?" You look over confused on why she's whining. "Can I teach you how to play Fortnite?" She looks up at you with pleading eyes, but you turn down the offer. "Hell no." She starts to pout. "But whyyyy!!" She starts to lean on you. "Because, I'm gonna embarrass myself!" You say trying not to smile. She looks up at you still pouting. "But I'll help you." You just roll your eyes. "Fine." You give in and sigh.

Ellie set up her pc and Fortnite ready to go. She had you sit in the chair and put on the head set. "This is so stupid." You mumble annoyed. "Shh." Did she just shush you? Once the game loads you have no idea what to do. "The fuck am I supposed to click?" You look up at her. All she does is sigh. "Okay. How about you sit on my lap and I'll be able to help you better." You just shrug "Okay." 

You stand up and she sits in the chair patting her lap for you to sit. You sit down and she wraps her arms around your waist. "Okay ready?" She says in a low voice against your neck. You hum in response.

Throughout the game Ellie would occasionally put her hands on top of yours helping you. "So do it just like...that." 

When you killed someone she would get so happy. "Fuck yeah!"

Suddenly you realized their was only one more person in the game and you knew you were cooked. "Ellie." You say her hands still on your waist. "Mhm?" She hummed back. "How about you do this part?" She nods and lean back on her chest letting her take control of the pc. Swiftly and easily she kills the person and the screen says "Victory Royale".

Ellie hugs your waist pulling you closer. "You did it baby." She places a soft kiss on your cheek. You are a smiling and flustered mess. "I think we both did." You turn to face her sitting on her lap. She smiles at you and touches the string of hair in front of your face. You can't take it anymore and you lean in kissing her softly. She cups your cheeks kissing you back.

Okay that's it!

I feel like this is kinda trash😭

[fairyhaos]

How To Fucking Write: a guide by fairyhaos

[masterlist]

this post details:

DIALOGUING INTERESTINGLY

hi gays and gals! the first post on starting and pacing a story did really well, so "how to fucking write" is back, with yet more advice and tips for everyone ^^ please feel free to let me know if there's something you want me talk about, because i'll be more than willing to see if i can help. also a reminder that i have a taglist for this series as well, and please reblog if you find this helpful :)

# - HOW TO DIALOGUE.

.. bullet point one : grammar

okay guys, as a native english speaker, i'll be the first to tell you that this language fucking sucks in terms of its grammar, but when it comes to dialogue, understanding how it works even to some extent will help you branch out and vary the way you write dialogue, which makes it so much more interesting.

with dialogue tags (said, asked, etc) if the punctuation mark in the dialogue is not a ! or ? then it should be a comma.

example : [junhui + castle]

as you can see in the first line, a comma is used rather than a full stop, because the sentence hasn't been finished yet. there's a dialogue tag, ('you correct'), that comes after it. and since the pronoun 'you' isn't a proper noun (i.e. a name) then it shouldn't be capitalised, because, again, the sentence hasn't been finished.

with action tags however, (he smiled, he stood up, etc) then it should be a full stop.

example : [i just made one up bc i don't use this a lot lmao]

"I disagree." He stood up, and walked over to close the door. "This isn't safe. You shouldn't go alone."

and now, since there is a full stop, it indicates that the speech is a sentence all by itself. that means the next word ('He') ought to be capitalised.

but the key part when grammar-ing dialogue in order to make it interesting depends on where you put the action and grammar tags.

if you constantly have lines that are just:

"dialogue," he said.

"dialogue," she said.

"dialogue but a bit longer," he said.

... then it can get repetitive, and annoying. by varying your dialogue structure, it can create more interesting dialogue.

example : [minghao + password]

there's a variety of dialogue and action tags being used with each line of dialogue, preventing everything from sounding too repetitive.

the first line starts with a normal sentence, and an action tag. the second is a standalone line of dialogue with no tags. the second has the action tag in the middle of the dialogue. and the last has a dialogue tag in the middle of the dialogue.

by varying the ways in which you write your dialogue, it makes everything a lot more interesting.

.. bullet point two : verbs and adverbs

the easiest way to make dialogue interesting, though, is to use fancy words.

this can be by replacing 'said' with a range of other dialogue tags (see this really comprehensive list for a whole variety of different words), but i'd advise against overusing these. 'said' is your friend! it's the invisible dialogue tag, helps your reader read through your dialogue in comfort, but of course, if you wanna add a nuanced way of describing the dialogue, then replacing 'said' is the easiest way to make your dialogue interesting.

but don't overuse these. for me, i'd focus on action tags and adverbs.

use interesting adverbs that add description to how a character is saying something can go miles. and using action tags that break through what could have been a long section of characters just talking? it helps so much.

i'd recommend having onelook thesaurus open as you write. you don't have to type in just words: phrases, the overall vibes of the word you're thinking of, all of that can be typed into the thesaurus and they'll provide you with pretty good results each time.

it also really helps when you've forgotten a word and can only remember vague bits of what the word should feel like.

.. bullet point three : voices

the best way, however, is ultimately to create a character. write a personality for them, bring them to life, think about the way in which they would talk and then put that down onto paper.

it's difficult, perhaps the most difficult to do, because it's also so tricky to advise someone on how to do this. it's all about the character you want to create, the personality you envision for them, and the only person who can fully write that is you.

however, i would find a few 'ticks' of theirs and use them as indicators in your writing.

for example, in my seoksoo long fic, seokmin's tick is that he always "chirps" what he's saying. and beams. a lot. this identifies his character, makes him unique(ish), and establishes his personality and differs him to the other characters.

but ultimately, it comes down to word choices, when you're writing a character voice.

like, your character describing something with elegant, floral language vs them going "this is so pretty". or perhaps making them stumble over their words when they're panicked vs them simply just going silent when they're flustered.

it's about being specific. about making choices with your words that would have english teachers analyse and unpick your writing, hundreds of years later.

(even if it's fanfic. especially if it's fanfic: because who knows how many fans may join your fandom in the next few years?)

... and that's it ! if anyone has anything else they want advice on (how to structure, how to write dialogue, how to plan etc) then just shoot me an ask, because i'd love to help however i can :)

tagging (comment/send ask to be added!): @selenicives @stqrrgirle @weird-bookworm @eternalgyu @blue-jisungs (tough luck guys btw but youre gonna be tagged in this entire series ehehehe)

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 1st

Day 1: Sex Toys/Strap-on, Mutual Masturbation, Muscle

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Masturbation, filthy language, cum, cum eating

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Sex at the end of the world is a precarious thing. Rubbers aren’t worth even trying, they are nearly twenty years old and there is no way he would trust one not to break. The factories down in Atlanta aren’t making birth control, they make hydrocodone. Even though he’s fifty-six years old, his swimmers still work. He could still knock you up, and that’s the last fucking thing he wants to do. 

“Joel.” You whimper and bite your lip as your need for some friction is making you roll your hips down, trying to grind against the threadbare panties you are wearing, soaked through. “Please, fuck, I need you.” You beg.

He wants to. Fuck, he wants to rip of those panties and bury his cock deep in the no doubt perfect pussy you possess. To thrust deep and keep rocking until nothing but the pleasure of your moans and the aching anticipation of his own release all that matters. But he can’t. He won’t. He won’t plant a baby in your belly to fail you, to disappoint you. 

Joel closes his eyes, his own hand drifting down to palm his hard cock through his jeans, grunting at the pressure and he knows he is close to giving in. It’s been nearly two months since the thing between you has been building to the point where he would have taken you to bed. If this had been before the Outbreak, he would have fucked you by the second week. Now? He can’t risk it. Not when the two of you are in the middle of nowhere and having a kid out here is a death sentence. 

“Baby, we can’t.” He grumbles, seriously giving thought to trying to pull out, but he knows he would be too slow to do it. Unwilling to leave the hot velvet clutch once he’s buried deep. Fuck, he needs to find one of those doctors who are making the tea blends. 

“Joel.” “I said no.” He’s sharper than he means to be. HIs words are harsh and his frown even harsher as he resists the urge to bury himself inside you until he forgets to breathe. He can’t do that. He can’t risk what could happen. 

Your frown makes him feel guilty, the way your body stops moving, feeling chastised for wanting him. The rejection starts to bloom in your eyes, making him feel even worse than before. 

“Touch yourself.” He orders, his jaw tight and his own thumb pushes at the button of the old Levi’s he’s wearing. “Show me what you do when you think I’m asleep.” 

Embarrassment blooms on your face, eyes dropping down to the ground and he grunts when the zipper gives him relief as it’s dragged down. “Joel-”

“I bet you have the prettiest little clit.” He shifts, grunting as he wiggles on the ground, thankful for the ragged bedroll underneath the two of you. Your own pack had to be left behind so now you are sharing. Another tempting lure. 

His cock springs free when he takes his briefs down too. Making you moan as you get a glimpse of him for the first time. Curling up towards his belly and rock hard, Joel spits in his hand and wraps it around his length. “I can’t fuck you right now, but I can watch you make yourself cum.” He groans, twitching and already starting to slowly stroke himself as he watches you. Waiting for you to move. “You can watch me cum.” 

The way you bite your lip makes him want to take your lip between his own pearly white teeth and bite. Toying with the plump flesh and seeing what kind of sound he could pull out of you. But he won’t, because if he kisses you, he won’t just stop at that. Letting out a sigh when you nod and start to peel your panties down, exposing the glorious view of your cunt. 

Wet, you’re so fucking wet that he can see the creamy slick, making him grunt and twitch again. Squeezing himself harder as he throbs for you. Your hair isn’t overly grown, telling him that when you get the chance, you trim it up. “Fuck, look at that pretty cunt of yours. All nice and wet for me.” Joel groans. “Bet you are tighter than a glove.” 

Your whimper is like music to his ears and he watches as you start to slide your fingers through your folds to wet them. Brushing against your clit as your eyes close and then wrench back open so you can watch him as he fucks his hand. “Joel…” 

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He rasps out. “Tell me how you like to cum. Show me what you like to do, pretendin’ it’s me.” He can’t touch you, but he can make this good for you. You’ve already told him once how much you love his gravelly voice. “Fuck.” 

You’re even wetter than he imagined once your folds are peeled back and exposing the little nub that he would love to suck on. That fluttering little hole he desperately wants to plunge into and stretch around his thick cock. Feeling you squeezing him as you whimper and moan his name, writhing on his lap like you can’t get enough of him. “Look at you, pretty girl. All nice and wet for my cock. Slide your fingers into your tight little hole for me.” 

The fact that you so willingly obey him makes this even sexier. His hand pumping his cock, the slick sounds of it mixing with the sucking sounds your cunt is making as you plunge your fingers in and out of your needy little hole. Matching his rhythm as your breath starts to become more and more ragged. 

“Fuck.” Joel hisses, letting go of his cock and spitting into his hand again to give himself more lube. “Thought about you a lot. How pretty you would sound. How good you will feel.” He doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t want you, he does. Christ, does he. “Fucked my fist and came on the ground when I was keepin’ watch so many nights.” 

Your eyes are glazed over with lust and you moan so softly as your other hand massages your tits. Legs starting to tense and shift as you find the perfect angle for your fingers. 

“That’s it, girl.” Joel grunts. “Make those toes curl. Wanna see those pretty tits bounce as your body shakes for me.” 

Your gasp is just fuel for his own desires, absorbing it and grunting in response as his hand starts to grip his cock a little tighter. The movement of his hand aided by his rocking of his hip. He doesn’t know where to look. Your tits, your eyes, that pretty cunt. All of it a feast and Joel is gorging himself as he imagines fucking you. 

“Baby.” Your body is tense and he knows you are on the edge of cumming. 

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He croons, smirking at you with lust darkened eyes. “Go ahead and cum. It’s okay.” 

When you follow his order, when your soft cry rings out into the night, Joel hisses under his breath, taken by the sight of your face scrunched up in pleasure. Feeling his own body tense, the ache in his balls becoming sharper as they pull up against his body. 

The short, hard jerks on his cock stop, rolling his hips up as the first spurt of cum shoots out. Thick white ropes of cum spilling out over his hand and onto the ground between you as he groans out your name. Eyes fixed on yours as he slowly strokes himself through his orgasm as you come down from yours. 

Joel pants, letting go of his cock as he watches you pull your fingers out of your cunt, covered in your juices and he reaches out to take your hand. “Not gonna let that go to waste, pretty girl.” He grunts, pulling your hand towards his mouth so he can lick off every drop of your sweet nectar. Groaning as he cleans your fingers and watches you. 

“Joel.” Your body aches with the need to touch him, reaching down to touch his cock but he shakes his head, denying you. 

When he lets go, he rolls over for a second to grab a rag to clean up his cum. Grimacing slightly at the mess and then tossing it into the fire. “We should get some sleep.” He tells you before you can even speak. “Need to get the fuck to Jackson.” 

“Oh…” You sigh softly, knowing that this will probably be the last night this ever happens. You can see those walls going back up as he slides his jeans and underwear back up. 

“I’ve got to find some kind of fucking birthcontrol.” Joel groans. “I don’t mind watching you masturbate, but I’m gonna fuck you, pretty girl.” 

“Oh.”

Suddenly, getting to Jackson becomes your top priority. 

[hype-blue-fixation]

SFW Lee/Ler Alastor Tickle Headcannons (Because they are plaguing my mind and I will not be able to do homework until they're out.) warning that some of these might be slightly intense?? So yur :>

LER

He loves being an overly playful and extremely teasy ler. It depends on his mood and he can switch it up in a heartbeat.

His favorite teases (to give and receive) are related to power dynamics, eating someone, or metaphorically killing them.

His favorite spots to tease are ribs, bellies, necks, and spines.

Most of the time he sticks to using claws, teeth, and tongue to tickle. But occasionally he will venture to use feathers, brushes, or knives. Only if the lee is comfortable, of course.

He loves a vocal lee. Giggle, scream, choke on your own laughs. He'll eat it all up.

He notices everything. He comments on everything. Radio is audio only, after all. How will anyone know what a precious lee is doing unless he announces it?

Constantly fishes for feedback from his lee. If they express being genuinely uncomfortable or use a safe word, he will immediately back off and give them space. But he will make fun of it later (unless his lee specifically asks him not to joke about it) just to be a playful pester. "Last time I tickled you, you had to use our safe word! I'm just soooo terrible, aren't I~?"

Makes DIRECT eye contact. CONSTANTLY.

Will baby talk a lee into oblivion.

Nonchalantly says flustering things and drops t-word bombs in casual conversations.

Makes fun of people's fluster topics. "What do you mean, you can't say 'tickle'? I'll say it for you! Tickle tickle tickle~!", "Oh, you're ticklish behind the knees? That's such a nonsensical place, darling!"

Loves demanding clear sentences when he's in the middle of tickling someone senseless.

He loves breaking a bratty lee with spider soft tickles and flustery teases. It's so satisfying to see them lose control~

Cracks the dumbest jokes to make his lee laugh before he even touches their body. He calls it "tenderizing" them.

He only dishes out teases that he would also enjoy, so it's not uncommon for him to fluster himself to pieces.

LEE

Tickles a ler to provoke them to tickle back.

Purposely puts himself in vulnerable positions to invite a ler to tickle him. Such as sitting with his body twisted to leave his ribs open, or practically putting his arm/neck in their face when reaching across them.

100% a masochistic lee. He will purposely keep his arms up and twist to give his ler the best access to his tickle spots.

He is a very vocal and dramatic lee. Volume settings are loud and louder.

He will quip, tease, and provoke his ler as long as he has breath. They need to know he always gets the last word.

Loves silly jokes and other dumb things. Like if Lucifer tickled him while wearing a duck suit, man would absolutely crack up and double die before he was even touched.

His favorite "tools" are claws, teeth, tongue, and knives. Basically anything dangerous or related to eating.

The more a ler promises him something will hurt or make him fall apart, the more excited and anticipated he gets.

His favorite spots are the belly, neck, forearms, and ears. Especially really soft tickles. He will absolutely melt.

While he loves intense rough tickling, soft tickles will always be his favorite. They make him think of his Mama doing "kittytails" when he got too overstimulated as a kid. They make him extremely giggly and affectionate.

Tickling is his primary way of bonding in a relationship. If he invites/asks you to tickle him, that means he genuinely wants an emotional connection and doesn't just see you as a toy.

Honestly I will probably think of more, so consider this part 1 of God knows how many.

Also have some bratty lee headcannons here if you want them.

[performativezippers]

here's some random writing advice that i've found helpful, in no order, that i reserve the right to add to at any time:

no one says everything they're thinking. in dialogue, less is more. people don't speak in paragraphs, they speak in sentences, especially when they're not telling a story. let the dialogue be brief, and use interiority (thoughts) to show the reader all the things they aren't saying.

use physical cues to help the POV character understand what the non-POV character is thinking/feeling/not saying/lying about. For example, if we're in Jane's POV while Maura is talking, and Maura says "I'm fine," Jane can notice that her eyes are darting around like she's anxious, or she's crossed and uncrossed her arms, almost like she's nervous. there's no need to say MAURA SEEMS NERVOUS, let the reader get it from what Jane's picking up.

let the reader be curious—don't info dump—but don't frustrate them by giving so little that they don't know what's going on. this is a very very fine line sometimes, and betas can be really helpful for pointing it out until you've gotten the feel for it.

Use paragraph breaks, for the love of god.

Only italicize things that really and truly cannot be explained any other way. "What are you doing here?" for example doesn't need any italics. If you can't get the reader to understand what you mean without the italics, then, sure, use them. but SPARINGLY. use body language, interiority, other words, and dialogue tags (shouts, yells, whispers, cries, she says as her voice cracks) to get the reader what they need.

"What are you doing here?" could be "what on earth are you doing here?" (aka, i have no fucking idea why you're here, my dude)

"What are you doing here?" could be "i told you to stay out of this, lucy! what are you doing here?" (aka, lucy you specifically should not be here)

"What are you doing here?" could be "jesus, you scared the shit out of me! I thought you were at the front! what are you doing here?" (aka, i'm not surprised to see you, but i'm surprised to see you HERE what the fuck)

Don't head hop. Know who's POV you're in and STAY IN IT until the chapter break, scene change that's clearly indicated by ***, whatever. if this is challenge, try writing in first person to get in the habit of only knowing what your POV character knows. There is, of course, 3rd person omniscient narration, but it's really fucking hard to pull off and honestly I recommend staying away from it entirely. Most things you'll read are written in first or close 3rd, and that's not an accident.

Let your characters move around in space. let them notice the things around them.

If Kate walks into a room, i'll probably list what she sees in order of importance, unless it's a big reveal. i'll add voice to that so you'll know i did it on purpose.

in order of appearance: "the body lies in the middle of the big, wide room. the ceiling must be twenty feet up, and there are plenty of windows, the way the light catches the falling dust mites looks more like a church than a crime scene."

with reveal/voice: "Kate bursts into the room and immediately skids to a stop. it's too bright, all white walls and high windows. it looks like the kind of room you'd put a WeWork in, or maybe a super expensive soulcycle. normally Kate would be itching for a paint roller and some blueprints, but today she ignores the terrible architectural choices, choosing to focus instead on the dead body congealing in a puddle of dark brown blood in the middle of the floor."

try to have an internal plot/obstacle (alex can't be honest with maggie about their relationship because she hasn't told her that her sister is superhero) and external plot/obstacle (there is a serial killer targeting aliens in national city, and all three women are on his radar). Best practice is for them to intersect and create layered, complex problems (maggie can't understand why alex is so fucking freaked out about this serial killer in the first act; yes, crime is bad, but like, it's their job? why won't alex TALK to her? where does she keep running off to in secret? does alex even actually want to be with her??)

Everything should have: tension, stakes, obstacles. Try not to make all of that hinge on a misunderstanding or one person being too chicken to confess their feelings. that gets boring and frustrating for the reader.

If you need to make a calendar, make one. If you need a cast list, write one. keep yourself on track.

introduce new original characters slowly. give them one name (first and last is usually not necessary at the start). give us one or two things to remember about them. Jenna is the producer of the tv show. Jenna is mean. the next time she comes back, call her "jenna the producer." then the next time you can hint to her role, like "jenna has her big clipboard and is shouting at everyone to get the fucking cameras ready." if jenna doesn't come back again, don't name her. be kind to your readers who forget things, and help them out by limiting the named cast to people who need to be named. if they don't show up until halfway through, don't introduce them until halfway through. for fanfic, obviously this is easier because we know everyone, but still, please. only have the people in the scene who need to be there. huge scenes with 5-8+ characters present are a MESS.

if your character has two best friends who fill the same role, cut one. streamline so i as the reader have less to keep track of.

banter can be fun to write, but dialogue without movement, choreography, internal thoughts, lies, physical cues, and plot movement gets really boring to read. if a scene is skippable, ask yourself what would make it essential, and add that.

every conversation should do at least two things. things can be:

move the plot forward

deepen, change, or complexify an existing relationship

create tension (plot, romance, etc)

explore stakes

attempt to get over the obstacle

FOR EXAMPLE: Helena and Myka almost kissing when they shouldn't because Helena is with Some Dude? yes! that's romantic tension and attempting to get over the obstacle (some dude). Myka rambling to claudia about almost kissing helena for 3 pages: no! That does nothing on this list. the event already happened, and a long debrief about it isn't interesting to the reader. Let Myka ruminate while she's doing one of the other things. and by ruminate, i mean KEEP A LIGHT TOUCH HERE, ruminating is very very easy to make boring and maudlin. trust your reader; be subtle about it.

[weird-is-life]

Sirius x animagus!Reader where after not hearing from him all summer she uses her animagus form to sneak into Grimmauld Place and check up on him. Up to you if Walburga catches them or not

Hii, ty for the request! I actually had to Google who tf is Walburga🤦‍♀️🤭but I hope this is okay. Warnings: angst, fluff, use of pet names, use of y/n (1k)

Sirius hasn't been answering your letters basically since the start of the summer, so you've decided in the middle of it, that you've had enough.

You know that sneaking into Black's house is not the best idea, but you need to find out what is up with Sirius, before you go mad over it.

It is a good thing that you were around when the boys were learning how to turn into an animagus. And even better thing is that, your animagus is a dove.

So it doesn't take you long to locate the window, that you know belongs to Sirius's room. It's already late at night, so you are surprised to see some light coming from his room.

You easily slip inside, through the cracked open window.

You find Sirius laying on his bed, reading a book with his wand creating the light.

When you turn back to your normal form, Sirius almost has a heart attack, immediately sitting up.

"What the fuc-" he yelps, but as he suddenly realises that he knows who is standing in front of him, he whispers,"y...-y/n?" His voice breaks as he says your name.

You don't wait another second and throw yourself into his arms, almost knocking both of you to the ground. You feel like crying and you're not surprised to feel your cheeks getting wet.

What catches you of guard is feeling some wetness through the fabric of your shirt. To your shock, Sirius is also crying, he holds you so tight in his arms, his face buried in your neck. You just let him, you are standing between his legs as his sits on his bed, running your hands through his hair in a way, you hope is soothing.

It takes you both quite some time to let go of each other, no words being passed between you. But you don't mind one bit, you are so relieved to see him alive and okay.

"H-how did you get here?" Sirius speaks with a groggy voice after what feels like hours. His eyes are all red, but gentle as they look all over your face.

"I used the animagus," you answer and because you can't wait any longer, you ask, "Siri, what happened? We all thought, that-that you got hurt or something. The boys were about to loose their minds, so was I."

"W-what do you mean? I thought something happened to you all, you didn't respond to any of my letters," he says and he sounds just as confused as you feel.

"What? We never got any of your letters, but we wrote to you everyday," you perplex, "how did this happen, Siri?"

Sirius looks absolutely heartbroken upon learning of this information, but also angry.

"I can't fucking believe this," he mutters madly under his breath.

"What?"

"It's definitely my mother's doing," he sighs, "I suspected, that she'd learnt about you and me, and wanted to put an end to it. She hardly tolerated the boys, she couldn't accept, they aren't on the dark side. So i think, her learning about you was finaly enough for her." You want to ask why would she do such a thing, but then you remember how different his family is to yours and how unpleasant his mother is.

"And I was stupid enough to think, that you and the boys finally came to your senses and ended our relationships. I'm not exactly the person you should be with, i mean look at my family, they are horrible people. S-so i probably am the same, they tell me i am."

His last sentence makes you want to cry some more, because you can't even imagine why would he think such a thing.

"Never, Sirius. You hear me? I nor the boys would ever do that. You can't get rid us of, rid of me that easily," you poke him in the chest playfully, even though your words are serious, " you aren't like your family and that's why we love you. You are anything, but bad Siri. Yeah?"

You stroke his cheek lovingly, hoping he gets, that you are all in, in this. And that he doesn't get to just say mean and untrue things about himself. And if he does, you'll be there every time to reassure him, that he is very very wrong.

"I love you, dove. So much," he expresses instead of answering your question. And his stare is so intense, so full of love, that you almost cry (happy tears), again.

"I love you more," you profess and quickly, you kiss him. It's not a long kiss, but it is long enough to express everything you both feel. Love. Relief. Desperation. And even tiny bit of anxiety.

You put your forehead against his, a small smile on your lips filled with nerves, "Siri, y-you need to get away from here."

"I know, sweetheart, I know, b-but where would I go? This is the only place I know as a home-"

"James's said, that I should insist to drag you away from here when I find you and to tell you, that there's a room waiting for you in his house," you assure him," and if there wasn't a place for you in Potters's home, there would definitely be one in mine."

Sirius looks a bit taken aback by this and you completely understand, he's only known this place a his 'home' for most of his life and leaving like this can't be easy.

But he nods his head slowly, surely, " okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I want to leave this place and never ever come back here," he says, feeling very certain about the decision.

"Good," you give him a tight hug," the boys are waiting for us a few streets away from here, let's get out of here."

And you do. You quickly pack all the things Sirius wants to take with him, which isn't a lot, and sneak out of there.

You can see the moment, you get away from the house, Sirius's whole posture and mood change. He walks with a light breeze and a smile, that gets bigger and bigger as you get farther away from there.

Though, his smile grows the biggest when he notices his best friends waiting for him. He takes off running towards them, while dragging you along.

The reunion is all happy tears and loud laughs, which is all you hoped for.

[lil-elle]

Haven't seen this one yet and this is like my favourite cliché ever so

XIKERS Reaction to the Boyfriend Shirt Trope

(You wearing their oversized shirts without pants)

pairs: bf!xikers x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 807

content: nsfw implications

a/n: repost !!

Minjae:

- Once his eyes spot you in his shirt, they wouldn't leave you

- Literally 👁👁

- His shirt definitely isn't as long as you think it is, so he WILL be staring at your thighs and if anything he'd be staring even harder if you turned around

- He'd never say it but he'd love it sooo much (and it would lowkey turn him on like crazy)

- Would leave his shirts lying around in hopes you'll wear them

-

Junmin:

- Jaw: dropped, cheeks: red, thighs: clenched

- Wouldn't stare for too long because he's trying to stay sane and not immediately try and rip it off you

- Would die at the thought that you smell like him

- Would definitely insist that you keep all his shirts you wear (you'd end up owning his whole wardrobe)

- If you wore any of his tank tops the door would be locked sooo fast

-

Sumin:

- All his shirts are massive and super comfy

- He'd instantly become clingy and super playful - that simple gesture of wearing his clothes would just make him so heart eyes

- He wouldn't even be thinking dirty thoughts. Somehow you in less clothes like that makes his heart feel so full and complete, he just wants to slowdance with you

- Would never want to wash or wear his shirts ever again after you've worn them

-

Jinsik:

- BLUSHESSSS

- Would make him feel so domestic, like you're actually his wife, not just his girlfriend

- Would silently waddle over to you, face all red, and just cuddle you with his face buried in your shoulder

- Actually glued to you

- He'd never ever get used to it

-

Hyunwoo:

- Might ACTUALLY die

- Would become a stuttery mess

- Would be afraid to touch you, like he'd be breaking the rules doing it as if you're some ancient art piece

- Secretly wants to smother you in kisses because he thinks you're the cutest thing on this planet

- Would constantly be thinking "She's mine??? Like all mine??? ??????" Literally can't believe you belong to him

-

Junghoon:

- Two words: RED EARS

- He'd try to act like he doesn't care, but you'd see him glancing over at you every 2 minutes

- If you went up to him and tried to ask him something or just talk, he could NOT keep eye contact, they'd totally be roaming

- He also wouldn't take in a single thing you're saying, he'd just be nodding

- At bedtime he'd fall asleep wrapped around you so fast, smiling too himself now that your back is turned and you can't see him

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Seeun:

- TOUCHY, showering you in compliments (also his shirts would be so massive and comfy)

- "You look extra pretty like that my love~" "You should dress like this all the time~"

- If you're sitting together, his hand will be on your thigh, and if you're standing, his hands will be on your waist (he'd love being able to feel how your hips curve into your waist through the thin fabric of the shirt)

- He wouldn't be shy about how his eyes are always tracing your figure and he'd love when you notice and blush

- The moment you leave his sight he's leaning against the wall with his face in his hands, internally freaking out

-

Yujun:

- BLUSHING BLUSHING BLUSHING

- It'd take him a moment to notice that the shirt you're wearing is his, and even longer to notice that you're ONLY wearing his shirt

- Would cover his eyes telling you to put some pants on but he's actually giggling like crazy on the inside

- Would feel so happy that you feel so comfortable around him

- Every glimpse he gets of your thighs would make him feel like his head was going to explode

-

Hunter:

- Would be in the middle of a sentence when he turns around and notices what your wearing. Cue widest smile known to man

- He'd treat you like even more of a princess then he already does, lifting you up in a bridal carry and placing you on the bed so delicately before asking if you want him to get you anything

- Even he'd be surprised about how wrapped around your finger you'd make him, chuckling to himself when he's alone

- You'd catch him staring at you with the biggest heart eyes but he wouldn't look away, just smile

- At bedtime he'd pepper your face with kisses while telling you how cute you look and how much he loves you

-

Yechan:

- Would immediately go into protective feral cat mode

- "Only I'm allowed to see you like this!"

- Would nuzzle up to you at every chance, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you

- Another one that'd be obsessed with the fact you're wrapped in his scent

- Would fall asleep that night imagining your life together years in the future when you two are married and have a family

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♡♡♡♡♡♡

TAGLIST:

@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed

[moshpitgamma]

Hii I have a request, so like I wanted to know if you could write a Floyd X Reader where Floyd proposes to the reader but they reject him and that ends up breaking the relationship but Floyd just can't move on from them. That's it, I'm craving some angst lmaoo. btw you can take all the time u need!

Thx for reading!!

😦Bruhhh yall is harsh, but ofccc I’ll write it Fa u😭Also yall this hurt me hella bad☹️

Floyd x Reader||It Ends With Us

Warning:Angst ___________________

Silence... was the only thing both of you could hear.

"What" Floyd said standing up, smile faltering in the progress. "I said no" you said trying to push all the feelings down. "I get that we have been together from the beginning, but I just can't do it." You felt BAD, but you just couldn't commit to the feeling of being a wife/husband/spouse. "I'm so sorry Floyd" you said kissing him on the cheek before leaving the very nicely set picnic under the stars. All he could do was watch you're leaving figure with tears streaming down his eyes.

But...That was 20 years ago

"Ummm bro you good?" John asked Floyd as he caught him staring into space at a ring box. "Huh! Oh, yea I'm good just putting the last of my things away." He was finally getting settled into his room in branch's bunker, but paused in his tracks when he reminisced the painful rejection memory of his pass lover. "You sure, because you got some tears pouring out." John said as he went to gently rub his tears away and put his hands on his shoulder. "If there's something wrong, you can tell me bro." He told Floyd before turning to leave.

Floyd didn't want JD to feel guilty on not telling him, so he grabbed his arm and told him the whole reason why he was spaced out crying. Once Floyd finished, he was pulled into a hard hug by JD. "Whoever they are doesn't deserve your love bro and If i see them they won't know what's coming." JD said smiling at his younger brother. "Jd you will not hurt them". Floyd said scolding his brother for trying to hurt you. He tried to get over you, but he just couldn't. But little did floyd know, you were coming back into his life.

Just not to stay..

Floyd and his brothers were headed to Poppy's and Viva's place for a sleepover, but they wanted to stop to get some sweets, so they decided to check out a local bakery. (Yall are little cute bakers because I said so😤) When they walked in, they smelled the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies and delicacies. They all began to order, until it was Floyd's turn. He stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw those intoxicating e/c eyes staring at him. He felt like he was going to explode and run into their arms, but he knew you probably moved on. He quickly finished his order and went to sit down with his brothers, with a frown on his face.

You on the other hand dreaded every moment of this interaction. You wanted to hug and be with him oh so bad, but it's all gone now. Before you could give a wait time and a total, he shoved a $20 towards you and sped walked to the table with his brothers. Once their orders were ready you called every individual name of the brothers and when it got to Floyd's, you said it filled with such plainness. As if he was just the ok sibling or as if you really didn't care. You didn't mean to, but JD caught on to the tone quickly. Once the boys left, he stopped Floyd in his tracks and asked if he knew you. When Floyd told Jd that you were the one that rejected him. His blood boiled and he stormed right into the cafe to confront you.

Floyd did everything in his power to stop him, but it was too late. He was already yelling at you for making his brother's life miserable and saying how you were the worst s/o ever. After John felt satisfied with his argument, he left still a little hot and proud for causing a scene. Floyd was behind him the whole time terrified on the outburst and was hoping you weren't mad. Before he could get to you, your manager called you to the back. He wanted to wait for you so you both could talk so he sat and waited. It took about 10 minutes before you came back out in your regular clothes, with a little frown on your face. When you were pushing the doors open to leave, a hand caught your arm. "Can we talk." When you looked back to who it was you felt anger. It wasn't directed to him, but to the embarrassing scene his brother caused. "What do you want?" you asked harshly removing your arm from his grasp.

He knew why you were acting like this, so he calmly approached you and said "I'm so sorry about JD. He really didn't mean it." Floyd tried to apologize for his brothers' actions, but what you said next resettled the whole interaction between you two. "I don't care Floyd! He basically proved that whenever we talk or whatever I do, I'm a bad person." you said full of hurt. "I guess we just wasn't meant to be." you said sadly before walking away and leaving him stunned. He never wished you both would end on bad terms again. But like you said....

“I guess we just wasn't meant for each other."

Y’all got me bawling over here☹️

[riniworld]

YANDERE!mafia x VICTIM! f!reader pt.2

pt.1

warnings//alot of skipping time,violence,kidnapping,spelling mistakes??,curses,mention of killing/torturing

reference: you,little girl,she/her,y/n

a/n: so quick? yeah i know

if the sentence is "like that" then it's mean the character is thinking.

5 A.M.

it's fucking five in the morning when orson woke you up

you swear he want to torture you because it's been TWO DAMN HOURS and he kept saying 'we'll start soon'

"when it'll start again?!"

"soon"

"stop saying that!"

"saying what?"

"ugh..nevermind"

he didn't even look at you,so busy with a punch of papers.

suddenly the door opens to reveal a man look in his thirties.

"i hope I'm not late,master"

orson stands up and walked to the man "no you're not" he said with a smile as he put his hand on the man's shoulder

"that's the new member,y/n" orson said and turn to you

"it's a pleasure to meet" He extended his hand to shake

"the pleasure all mine" you shake his hand

orson heads back to his chair "listen now chester,i want you to train her. start first by setting her mind on how or business work then train her on using weapons"

"as you wish,master...please follow me Mrs.y/n"

"mrs?? " you thought

after that you've been training everyday early in morning,if you didn't wake up orson would pour water on you.

it was killing you especially in winter it was so cold, the snow covering everything and you stand still in the cold waiting for your training before two hours everyday.

You have seen all kinds of torture and the dirty work of the mafia, you won't say you wasn't terrified or you didn't break down in your room crying in the middle of the night.

you wasn't yourself anymore

but you have to do this for your life, you know for sure after all that if you wanted to back down now they'll kill you so you have to.

and when it's finally the turn for you to be trained to use weapons you wasn't ready, you don't want to do what they do, you don't want to kill people and hear them screaming.

and orson knew it all.

why was he enjoying treating you like that?

did he want to hear you beg?

he did want to hear everyone beg for his mercy but he had this feeling in a different way now.

what was so special of you that he couldn't get you out of his mind?

all he did was watching you train a few times

was it your innocent self? your bravery? your intelligence? your beauty? he didn't know all he know is that he wanted to keep you

yeah You don't know how to do anything related to the mafia

but you sure have something else right?

even if you don't no one will dare to ask him why he kept you with him

after 7 months

you're panicing.

orson has called you to his office

your training has ended and you didn't improve at all,you don't want to anyway.

but what if he won't accept you?! what if he killed you now?!

"no stay positive y/n! "

You arrived at orson's office

knock knock

"come in"

you took a deep breath then entered

"you wanted me?"

"you still didn't learn to say'master'?"

he still didn't even look at you

"what is it?" you tried to be strong but your voice betrayed you, the anxious was noticed in your voice

"your training ended yesterday....but from what i see you didn't learn anything at all...you did not reach my expectations"

now you're really nervous you couldn't even keep your head up anymore.

"however...Although you do not possess any physical strength or mental stamina, there is something positive in your report...mm..you're surprisingly good with technology,and you have a high IQ for an average person"

you rise your head in surprise. where did all that come from?? you didn't even take tasks about IQ or technology how did he even know??

"You will be useful to me in making plans or hacking some devices and websites"

"so that's mean..?"

"not too fast, yeah I'll accept you but it doesn't mean you've reached my expectations. our deal wasn't counting that,but because I'm so kind I'll do one of your request.....I'll forgive your relative but you won't be my right hand person."

"but I'll be save?"

"of course darling. I will not kill any of my followers if they do not make a mistake so watch yourself"

well things didn't go as you wanted but you'll stay alive right? that's good atleast.

wooohoooo finally!!

it's 11 P.M. and everyone is sleeping.

I'm satisfied with that more than the first part

hope you liked it

have a good day/night♡

masterlist

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME THE GOLDEN GIRLS / SEASON 01 EPISODES 05 + 06

just where do you think you're going?

i'm an old white woman, i'm not supposed to have color.

i want you to see how good i look in my new dress.

i've lived in this body since i was born.

if something goes wrong, i'm the first one to hear about it.

i have to wash my hair every day for the rest of my life.

thank you for being a kind and generous god.

the only thing i haven't tried on is the bedspread.

what kind of woman do you think i am?

i am not accustomed to being manhandled.

you are no gentleman.

there is something about that man i don't trust.

she'll be heartbroken when you tell her.

the last time a friend's sweetheart made a pass at me, i lost my friend.

what kind of friend would i be to hurt her?

what kind of friend would you be if you let him ruin her life?

he put his big, masculine arms around my tiny little waist.

why would i make up such a thing?

you're used to getting all the attention and someone comes along and wants me and not you and it's eating your guts out.

nothing you say is worth repeating.

you are an amoral, backstabbing, self-centered woman.

the hell with you and your oversexed boyfriend.

she deserves to know what kind of person he really is.

why does everything happen to me?

isn't there some way we can settle this like rational adults?

how dare you leave in the middle of a fight.

now hold it right there.

i'm not fooling around.

look at him. he's twitching and blinking, he's lying.

i have just never felt so betrayed in all my life.

i haven't been a good friend to a lot of people, but i have been a very good friend to you.

you take some stranger's word over mine?

who'd believe they'd break up their friendship over a man?

i can't just stand by and watch this happen.

i take awhile to warm up, but once i get going i can turn your topsoil til the cows come home.

i probably lost one of my best friends because of you.

i've been an idiot through this whole thing.

there's no excuse for my behavior.

i didn't believe you because i didn't want to.

nobody ever believes me when i'm telling the truth.

it's the curse of being a devastatingly beautiful woman.

you miss a lot of things.

it wasn't my fault, i promise.

i'd keep an eye on this one.

i'm just so glad you're alright.

i'm willing to overlook this little incident.

i don't believe in hitting children.

personally, i like to lay into a kid with a melon baller.

if i breathe and it bothers you, put a pillow over my face.

what are you trying to do, pickle yourself?

what am i supposed to do, just sit around and listen to your arteries harden?

i am having a real problem with your attitude.

you can all just kiss my attitude.

is that all you italians know how to do, scream and hit?

you had no right to hit him.

i'd rather be alone than trapped here with you.

idle hands are the devil's workshop.

he might even start feeling good about himself.

crossing the street without getting pregnant was a chore back then.

life is full of crappy stuff to do.

you can tough it out or you can let it beat you.

it wouldn't be fair to be this old and have to raise children.

[modelbus]

Hii! Can I request a Tommy x reader (romantic) where they’re just chilling at Tommys apartment together and she jokingly hits him with a pillow and runs off and he catches her and they start play fighting just lots and lots of fluff <33 she/her pronouns or they/them if you want

I am a sucker for fluff... I used a third person POV for this one! Let me know if you like it, or which POV you prefer.

Pairing: Tommyinnit x Female!Reader (romantic)

Fluffy Fighting

"You can edit more in the morning, please get some sleep." She begs.

Tommy, ever persistent on his editing conquest, doesn't even turn his chair around to answer. "I'll be done eventually."

"But at what cost?"

To that he doesn't reply. Although she knew Tommy loved YouTube and Twitch, this was taking it a bit far. Some of his subtitlers went on vacation so he decided to subtitle his video himself, but it was just taking forever. A whole day of editing! That meant she hadn't gotten to spend any actual time with her boyfriend despite having been invited to his apartment.

"You're going to fuck up your sleep schedule." She tries again, but to no avail.

Stubbornness was both a good and a bad trait, for this exact reason.

"I'll fix it eventually." He dismisses.

That's it. Grabbing a pillow from the bed, she stands and quietly approaches him. He doesn't spot her, so she hits him on the head with it.

Immediately, his hands stop moving on the keyboard and mouse. With a swallow, she backs up a few steps and drops the pillow. At least he's spun his chair around?

"Did you just hit me with a fucking pillow?"

"No?"

The way his lips are tugging up into a grin, ruining his fake frown, betray him. See, she knows that look. It was his bad idea look, his "I'm going to drag you into my bad idea look", and in general his mischievous look. So, like any sane person would, she turns tail and runs.

Within seconds she can hear him running after her. The thing about Tommy was that he was tall with long legs, meaning she was absolutely screwed.

“Get back here, bitch!” He yells.

She raises her middle finger in his vague direction, too busy rounding the couch to actually look behind her. When she fakes left he jolts that way, and when he fakes right she jolts the other way.

To her right is a half-finished Lego set, so she grabs a Lego and chucks it at him.

"Hey!" He yells, finding it and throwing it back. "Leave my Legos out of this!" After a second of a weird stand-off, he attempts to hop the couch. It’s more of an awkwardly slow tumble, sending her into laughter.

Unfortunately for her, he recovers quickly. Noticing a second too late she barely turns around before he’s grabbing her wrist and tugging her backwards. Arms wrap around her waist once she’s in range, trapping her in his embrace.

“I am going to suffocate you.” He announces.

“Wait, please, I have a family.”

“Not anymore!”

"I have so much to live for!" She fake sobs.

"Like what, bitch?!"

A small smile grows on her face, her next words glaringly obvious.

"Well, I have this boyfriend named Tommy who I'm pretty sure would like me to live."

"Well what if he doesn't?"

"...fuck. Didn't consider that."

Finally, Tommy laughs and breaks his character.

"Guess my boyfriend won't get kisses from me anymore." She hums, slipping out of his now-relaxed hold.

"Wait." He pouts. "I do want you to live!"

"Oh, in that case..."

She turns around to face him, leaning up for a kiss. After a second she can't help herself, and mumbles against his lips, "I win."

"What?" He laughs, pulling away with a faint blush.

"You aren't editing. I win."

"You tricked me!"

"Yup. And it worked. So you have to go to bed now, because I won."

"I didn't agree to that!"

"My rules."

"This is-" A yawn cuts him off halfway through, and he doesn't attempt to finish the sentence.

"Exactly. Come on, we can fall asleep to Moana or something."

"Moana is actually so fucking good."

"I know, I know."

Before she can head back to his bedroom, he steps closer again and kisses her again. Her hands go around his neck, his around her waist, and they sway just a little.

“Fine. Let’s sleep.” He finally relents.

Now that he's given up trying to resist, it only takes a few minutes for the both of them to find their way to bed. Moana plays on his laptop, but it's almost useless as they both find themselves falling asleep within minutes, curled safely into each other.