#but I love that lilo are always coming through for each other

[zouiam]

I'm about to drop a truth bomb to everyone but lilo is the most realest friendship than narry *micdrops*

[seonghwaddict]

falling and sleeping — choi jongho

in which falling in love with you felt like falling asleep; natural and unnoticed.

best friend!choi jongho x fem!reader. genre. fluff, crack, friends to lovers. warnings. cursing, none he's just a little nervous. wc. 1.5k. rating. pg-13

lilo’s notes. hiii here's a fluffy little jongho fic because i love him. this isn’t proofread btw i’m sorry for any errors! also, my upload schedule is now on saturday's :3

listening to. from the start, laufey

masterlist.

“hyung!”

jongho burst into the living room of his shared dorm with wooyoung and hongjoong. hongjoong was nowhere to be found, likely at the studio or something, and wooyoung sprawled on the couch, watching a drama on the tv, scrolling through his phone, and taking occasional sips of his comically large coffee cup simultaneously. at the sound and sudden appearance of jongho, he looked away from the screen.

“something wrong?” he yawned, turning his phone off and dropping it on his chest.

“yes. i figured out my problem-“

wooyoung snorted, eyes drifting back to the television screen. “yeah? which one?”

“shut the fuck up, i’ll strangle you,” jongho paused what was supposed to be his dramatic monologue to glare at the dark haired fox-resembling man on the couch. he waited a second before sighing. “my y/n problem. i figured it out. so-“

“you have a problem with her?” at the mention of jongho’s best friend’s name, wooyoung’s attention was captured. if he had a problem with you, that meant something terrible must have happened. truthfully, wooyoung would hate that. he’d been rooting for the two of you for years, even if neither of you were aware of how perfect you were for each other.

“hey! stop interrupting me,” jongho kicked his shin lightly before continuing, “well, no, we don’t have a problem but things felt weird for some reason and i have come to a conclusion.”

“okay… and…?” wooyoung gestured for him to continue, his dramatic pause putting him on edge.

“i’m allergic to her.”

“… excuse me?” it was then that he decided to turn off the tv, giving his full attention to his younger friend.

“i’m allergic to her.”

“oh, for the love of-“ wooyoung groaned and threw himself back on the couch, screaming into a pillow, “CHOI JONGHO YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HER!”

a confused expression crossed his face as he watched his friend’s dramatic antics and jongho sat down, forcefully pulling the pillow from wooyoung’s face. he should’ve found hongjoong instead, maybe he would’ve been more helpful.

“no, no, don’t be silly,” he tossed the pillow aside and spoke, hands flailing around to emphasise his point. wooyoung was on he verge of banging his head against a wall, “lately when i go near her my stomach itches and i feel all warm and sometimes it gets hard to breath and…”

the realisation that spread across his face was a picture wooyoung wanted to take and print out, plastering it on his wall and also adding it to his resume with the caption ‘i’m literally cupid.’

“… and oh my god i’m in love with her.”

a loud cheer left wooyoung as he sprang up from the couch, going on a five minute rant about how long he’d been waiting for this and how he always knew there was something. “you should go tell her right now.”

“w-what- no! i just figured out i’m in love with my best friend and you expect me to just… go and tell her?”

“that’s exactly what i expect,” he nodded, crossing his arms and leaning his weight on one leg, “didn’t she tell you about how she overheard someone say some guy from her workplace wanted to ask her out for valentines?”

“well, yeah… but-”

“no buts!” he held his palm up, silencing jongho. “you can’t let that home-wrecker ask her out before you. so, get your ass off that couch, change into something nice and go tell her you love her. and buy some flowers in the way.”

“it’s not home-wrecking if we aren’t even toge-“

“that’s besides the point, now do as i say if you ever want a relationship with her.” wooyoung rolled his eyes and turned on his heels, walking to where his jacket hung on the coat rack. he pulled out his wallet and, surprisingly, fished out his credit card to give to jongho. “this is for flowers and some chocolates only.”

and so half an hour later he was walking down the hallway of your floor of your apartment building, wearing an all-black ensemble of slacks a shirt and a trench coat, holding a bouquet of various flowers he didn’t know the names of in one hand and a small box of your favourite chocolate ms in the other. he could still abort and leave without you ever knowing he was there in the first place. you’d given him a key to the building a while ago, trusting him with it since your apartment was practically his second home.

he considered doing just that again, but the bought of you going out with another man who wasn’t him had his heart aching, giving him some courage to finally step in front of your door. he practiced what he wanted to say to you under his breath as he stared at the familiar dark grey door. when he thought he was ready, he reached out to ring the doorbell.

only to pull away at the last second and begging pacing back and forth nervously. eventually, he stopped, clenching his eyes shut and forcing himself to ring your doorbell. there was no going back now.

when you opened the door and you looked at him with your bright eyes and enchanting smile, he felt the nervousness in his stomach melt away and get replaced by butterflies and a soft pink tint on his cheeks. “oh, hey, jjong-“

“i love you.”

you blinked at him, not noticing the very obvious items in his hands, eyes fixed in his face. not quite understanding, you chuckled lightly, “you know i love you too.”

“no, you don’t get it. i mean, i in love with you. i fucking love you and i’m not sure if i’ve ever felt so strongly about someone in my life. i smile when someone mentions you, my heart flutters when i’m around you, fuck, when i see your smile it feels like all my problems have been solved and… your presence, god, it just fucks me up in the best way possible. i can’t believe i didn’t realise this sooner, but i’ve fallen for you, y/n. though, i suppose i didn’t realise it because falling felt like sleeping and sleeping feels so natural and easy that i never realised it until now.”

you stared at each other. he stared with all the admiration he could muster and you stared with mild shock and, under that, relief. “you… you love me?”

“oh my god, i… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have- i’ve made things awkward, haven’t i? just- just forget that-“

you soft palm covering his lips drove him to silence, looking at you with wide eyes as you pulled him into your apartment, closing the door with your unoccupied hand. his heart skipped a beat as you grinned and whispered your next words.

“jongho, i love you—in that way—too.” you dropped your hand from his mouth slowly, looking down at the flowers and the chocolates, giggling, “you really didn’t have to get all this.”

you took them out of his hands slowly, avoiding his gaze, flustered as you placed his gifts on the marble counter of the kitchen behind you. he hadn’t said anything since your confession, cheeks burning and jaw dropped slightly. he couldn’t believe it. he couldn’t believe you liked loved him back.

he drew your attention to him, breathing out your name. “you… you love me too?”

“yes, you dense cabbage, i love you,” your laugh was melodic as you took both his hands in yours, nodding, “now shut up and kiss me.”

jongho’s expression finally changed into a giddy grin as he pulled his hands out of your grasp to hold your waist, leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours. when you didn’t protest, not that he expected you to, he deepened it into a proper kiss that he hoped conveyed his need for you. he felt like his knees would go weak as your delicate hands trailed up his torso to his head, brushing his hair absentmindedly as you kissed him back with equal intensity.

eventually, you had to separate to catch your breaths and jongho mentally cursed the human need for oxygen. he liked kissing you, your lips slotting together like puzzle pieces. when he felt like the tension had gone completely, he leaned forward to press repeated pecks to your lips, basking in the way you giggle and tried to meet each one of his quick kisses.

“i think i have a tiny crush on you,” you muttered once he decided he kissed you enough (it was never enough, really, but he wanted to let you breathe), fighting back a stupid grin.

“you think?” he snorted, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your jawline and eyes full of affection.

“yeah, a teeny tiny one.”

he laughed heartily, giving you one more peck “i paid with wooyoung’s card, by the way.”

“in that case you should’ve gotten at least five more bouquets.”

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[ohsugar-honey-iced-tea]

More then friends

Innocent!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

A/n: some soft AU smut because I love writing soft smut 😌 let me know if you have requests!

Warnings: 18+, loss of virginity, oral sex, fingering, praise kink

Summary: "If you can't sleep... then how about we have sex?"

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You've been best friends with Wanda for quite a few years now. You've met her in highschool, and you instantly became best friends. However, during the years, you slowly but surely grew to have feelings for her. You would never let her know this, though. You were too afraid of ruining your friendship.

So, as any good best friend would do, you were there for her whenever she needed you, whether to laugh, cry or simply not be alone.

There was a period of time where she was together with Vision, the captain of the football team. How could she not be with him? She was the captain of the cheerleading team. So, you smiled all the way through it, even though your chest burned and your eyes threatened to ater whenever you saw her in the arms of the one person you so deeply wished you were.

As time went on, there were more and more nights where you would find Wanda crying on your doorstep, having yet another fight with Vision. Every time you told her she deserved someone better, someone who would love her for who she truly is, and every time Wanda would say she would break up again. And, every day after, you found Wanda holding Visions hand at school once again.

This all changed however, when Wanda showed up at your door with a black eye, bloody nose and scraped lip. All you saw was red as you made your way to Visions place, reminding him for once and for all what would happen if he ever dared lay a finger on Wanda again.

Soon after, Vision transferred to another school. Knowing the whole school supported Wanda and knowing what happened to boys who hit girls, there wasn't any other option left.

After Vision was gone, you were more then relieved when you saw the Wanda you grew to love so much again. She went on your 'best friend dates' again, she allowed herself to hang out with her friends again, knowing Vision won't be there to make a scene, and most importantly, she allowed herself to come to your place again, and you to hers.

That's how you one night found yourself having dinner with the Maximoffs. Wanda's parents and brother all thought of you as family, and having Vision gone was a reason to celebrate. Wanda's mom made paprikash, one of Wanda's favorite meals. And so, with lovely company and lots of laughter, Wanda finally started to be able to laugh about the whole situation, even though you could feel she was still pretty shaken up about it. Knowing you were here and you would never let any harm happen to her, made her feel loved and safe.

After dinner, the whole family went to the living room, deciding on which movie to watch. They all let Wanda choose, and she chose Lilo and Stitch, claiming it was her favorite movie, whilst secretly choosing it because she knew it was your favorite, even though you'd always deny it.

When the movie was over, everyone went to bed. You followed Wanda into her room, preparing for bed. You went to lay on your side of Wanda's bed, and Wanda on hers. You have been sharing a bed with each other for as long as you can remember.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay, Wands? Is there anything I can do?"

Wanda smiled and hugged you with one arm, giving you a little kiss on the cheek.

"You have done enough, y/n. Just having you here next to me is enough."

You nodded at her, and after talking some more, you both went to sleep.

2.41 AM

You tried your hardest to sleep, but sleep always failed to come to you when you laid next to Wanda Maximoff. She looked absolutely beautiful, her hair draped around her face, her lashes resting against her cheeks and her lips partly opened.

After some time she felt Wanda turn, and only felt her turning and tossing for the next 30 minutes. You turned around to face her.

"You okay, Wanda?"

Wanda sighed, facing you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm just not sleepy anymore, you know?"

You nodded at her.

"I know how it feels, I'm not tired either."

There was a silence for a minute, both of you looking at Wanda's star covered cealing. You once gifted her those stars, and she has never taken them off since.

Your mind was a mess. You could feel Wanda was still tense from everything, and you so desperately wanted to help her. Deciding to take the leap of faith, you spoke up.

"Well, if you can't sleep... how about we have sex?"

Wanda immediately looked at you, eyes wide, cheeks covered with a blush, and, surprisingly, her core started to throb a bit at the idea.

You took her silence as your answer.

"You know, forget I said anything. I don't want to make anything weird, I just thought-"

"No no no, it's not that, it's just... why?"

You shrugged.

"Well, I think maybe it can help both of us. I knoe how tense you are feeling still, and I thought maybe if I made you feel good, I could help. Plus, we're both awake now anyway, so I just thought I'd ask."

Wanda looked at you, blushing furiously.

"Okay"

"Are you sure, Wands? I totally understand if you don't want to"

"I'm sure, y/n"

You positioned yourself to lay yourself over Wanda.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

Wanda nodded, anticipation already filling her whole body.

"It's more then okay."

You smiled at her, and you connected your lips with her. Her lips felt like heaven. Soft, warm and inviting. You've dreamt of this moment for years, and it was everything you hoped it was and more.

After kissing her for a while, you started kissing her neck softly. She gasped, surprised at how right it felt. As your hands started to wonder below, Wanda's eyes widened and she stopped you.

"Wait!"

You immediately stopped everything you were doing.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry-"

"No not at all, it's just... this is uhm... my first time."

"With a girl?"

Wanda's eyes turned to look at her hands.

"Like... ever."

You looked at her confused.

"Vision never...?"

"He didn't. I told him I wanted to, but he always told me I needed to stop acting like a needy little bitch, so we never..."

You looked at her, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Well, he was a madman for that. Are you sure you want me to be your first?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

"Then how about we get out of our pajamas?"

Soon, you were both lying naked under the covers, your body on top of Wanda's as you went through her hair with her fingers.

"Last chance to back out, Wands."

"Just kiss me, please."

And so you did. You took your time kissing her, your tongue exploring her mouth. As you enjoyed the little gasps coming out of Wanda, you started kissing her neck as your hands went to play with her breasts. You noticed how Wanda's breath hammered as you played with her nipples. Noticing how Wanda responded to your touch, you moved to swirl your tongue around her nipples.

"O-oh, detka... yes!"

Detka. You always got a thrill whenever she called you that. She always called you that as a friend, but this one was different, and both of you knew.

As you continued kissing her breasts, your handed wandered to between her legs. Your hand patiently waited for Wanda to show you she was ready, and as she opened her legs for you, you knew she was.

You touched her in the way you dreamed of, caressing your fingers over her sensitive little bud. Wanda started to pant and gasp, clearly not used to being touched this way.

"P-please y/n... more!"

And so you did. You gently pushed one finger inside of her, keeping a close eye of how Wanda responds to you. You saw her roll her eyes to the back of her head and her mouth wide opened, she was enjoying this. She reveled in the feeling of having her body and herself being worshipped.

You entered a second finger, stretching her a little with your fingers. You started to curl your fingers in just the right spot, making Wanda see stars. Soon, she started to pant and moan loudly, so you kiss her, trying to silence her.

"Wait, y/n... i feel weird... my pussy feels so..."

"You're doing wonderful, Wands. You're going to come right on my fingers like the good girl you are, okay?"

"I... I... oh god, I'm gonna-"

And there it was. Your hand got covered in warm liquid as Wanda squirmed beneath you, eyes closed shut and back arched as she enjoyed the first orgasm someone ever gave to her.

Moans were muffled with your lips as you helped Wanda ride out her orgasm.

Wanda fell back on the matress, panting as you got your hand out of between her legs. You looked at her and caressed her cheek, whispering sweet nothings to her.

"You did so well for me, Wanda. I'm so proud of you, being such a good girl for me."

Wanda smiled at you, enjoying all the praise she was getting from you.

You leaned in close.

"Do you think you have enough energy for one more? I want to taste you so badly..."

Wanda nodded at her, so excited to finally know what it feels like to have someone go down on you. With anticipation coursing through her whole body, she spread her legs as an answer.

You smiled softly at her, as you started kissing her cheeks, then her neck, her stomach, her thighs, and you got eye to eye with Wanda's pussy.

It glistened beautifully for you, showing you just how ready she is for you. Not wanting to waste any more time, your lips connected with her. Your tongue started swirling around her pussy, making Wanda gasp loudly. Your hands massaged her thighs as you ate her out. You wanted to absolutely ravish her, but this was Wanda's first time. It should be perfect for her, and as this was all new to her, you helf yourself back.

"O-oh yes... p-please, mommy, more! I need more!"

Your eyes perked up hearing that. Mommy. You weren't sure if she even realised she said that, so you let it slide, but hearing her say that is a sound you'll be replaying in your head over and over again.

After a few moments, Wanda's legs begam to tremble. She was close, so you added two fingers.

"Oh, fuck! Y/n, I'm going to-"

She came, clasping your head between her legs as she road down her high.

She came down, panting loudly, cheeks all flustered as her body was glistened with sweat. You went to get her a cold cloth, and laid it over her head gently.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm more then okay, y/n. That was better then I could have ever thought possible."

You laughed at this, though you felt bitterweet. This was a one time thing, you knew this. So you held her close, enjoying whatever moments you had left like this.

"...hey, y/n?"

You looked at her, expecting her to tell you she hopes this didn't ruimg your friendship, or something like that.

"Yes?"

"I want to be more then friends."

You looked at her, eyes wide, mouth agape. You expected to wake up at any moment now, since this could only be a dream.

"I... what?"

"I want to be with you, y/n. The only reason I was ever with Vision was because the thought of not being able to be with you was killing me. So, I thought if I saw someone else, those feelings went away, so I wouldn't lose you because of them, but I can't help myself. Now that I've had a little taste of you, I want you to myself. What do you say, detka? Do you want to be with me?"

You smiled at her through tears, kissing her sweetly. You held her close as you kept on kissing her.

"Of course, sweetheart. That's all I've ever wanted."

"Are you okay with telling my parents tomorrow? I mean, I don't think they'll be surprised, but still."

"Of course, my love."

Wanda smiled, and layed her head on your chest, holding you closes. As you tightened your arms around her, you smiled at yourself, closing your eyes, knowing you are the luckiest girl of the planet, now that Wanda Maximoff is officially yours.

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[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

I really love the Sonic movies and their whole found family dynamic❤️❤️❤️❤️ I've seen some great headcanons about them, and I wanted to make some of my own!

Wachowski Family Headcanons: ✨Movie Night✨

Movie night has always been a tradition at the Wachowski house. Tom and Maddie did it, and once they got Sonic it became an even more special time. Now Sonic is super excited to share all his favorite movies with his two new bros.

They have to buy a new TV since Knuckles punched Sonic through their old one when they first met. The whole family goes to the nearest bigger city since Green Hills is too small to have a good electronics store.

Knuckles has no knowledge or interest in technology so Maddie takes him window shopping at the nearby stores

Tails is so excited when they step into Best Buy. He's never seen this much tech in one place! Tom has to remind him not to take anything apart before they buy it.

Sonic immediately runs off to look at all the new video games

The salesman keeps trying to sell Tom the more expensive and "fancier" TVs. Tails is able to see through all the fancy talk, points out the actual specs, and calculates what will give them the best bang for their buck. Tom has no idea what he's talking about but buys the one Tails points to.

They finally get it home and set up. Knuckles is still confused as to what exactly a "TV" even is. It shows things that aren't really there? Is it like a some sort of window? A portal? Tails's in-depth technological explanation does not help. Sonic finally explains it as a "magic wall mural" and he's relatively satisfied.

Time to pick a movie! Sonic wants to watch "Speed" or one of the "Fast and Furious" movies for the millionth time. Knuckles wants to watch an action movie once he hears there's fighting in them. Tom and Maddie are a little worried those might be too much for Tails. Everyone agrees to watch one of the Disney movies Maddie picked up.

They pick Lilo and Stitch (partly because of the ironic parallels of adopting a funny little blue alien with a fear of water, and just getting back from Hawaii after Rachel's wedding)

Everyone curls up on the couch or on blankets on the floor. Even Ozzie comes to join in the fun. Tails and Sonic use him as a pillow.

Maddie brings in some fresh-popped popcorn (and grapes for Knuckles). Tails is a little skeptical of the new snack, but one bite of the buttery goodness and he's obsessed. He and Sonic keep stuffing handfuls in their mouths and throwing kernels at each other. Soon both the couch and the floor is covered. Knuckles tries a few bites. He says it's okay, but swears it's better with grapes.

All the boys love the movie and think it's hilarious, although some of it goes over Tails's and Knuckles's heads due to their limited understanding of Earth culture.

Sonic finds the scene where Stitch almost drowns a little triggering, although he doesn't say anything.

Knuckles's favorite character is Cobra Bubbles. Sonic's is of course Stitch. Tails relates a worrying amount to Jumba the mad scientist.

Tom and Maddie were prepared for Tails to get scared or emotional over the movie, after all, he's still really young. He ends up being fine and really enjoys it, although he points out all the inaccuracies with the spaceships and technology.

But none of them were expecting Knuckles to start choking up at Stitch's "This is my family. I found it all on my own. It's little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good." speech. He denies crying and claims he was only sniffing because he got popcorn butter on his nose.

After the movie, everyone stays cozied up in their blankets for a while talking and eating more popcorn. Tails falls asleep and Tom and Maddie decide it's time for bed. They carry Tails up to the boys' shared room in the attic, but Sonic and Knuckles insist on climbing up themselves even though they're both so sleepy they can barely walk.

Sonic falls asleep the moment he hits the bed. Tom puts Tails in bed, and he and Maddie tuck all the boys in. Knuckles actually allows himself to be tucked in for the first time since they got there. Maddie even gives him a little kiss on the forehead. She swears she hears him mumble something about "Ohana means family" before they go downstairs and no she's not crying why would you ask

Thus marks the end of another wonderful Wachowski Family Movie Night!

Alrighty there you go! Thanks for reading!

[tiajk]

Sully family x tameranan reader

Reader x OC

I got this idea off of @aphrodite-desires so all the credit goes to her/they/he/ whatever pronouns they prefer :)

So lets start of with the fact you were like 5 and your sister had taken you to pandora as a fun trip new flash it was not fun she left you there on purpose you family not really thank you mother/father caring for you but they had no idea they were devastated that you were gone

But anyways jake sully was hunting in the forest with neteyam and they see you sitting down crying jake was confused why were you out here with no family and no oxygen mask

Before jake could reach neteyam he ran to you he was a bit taller than you most of your height being your hair he spoke to you in na’vi “what's your name” you didn't understand so you kissed him jake was alarmed and neteyam was bright red

“Im sorry thats how my people learn new languages through the tongue of kissing” neteyam was dark dark blue and his father could see it “how old are you kid” “i’m 7” “where are your parents?” you started tearing up again “my sister left me here”

After that whole thing jake and brought you back to the home tree neteyam had getten to know you better but jake was still hesitant as well as the other na’vi a child with bright red hair and eyes of emeralds in there village

Neytiri didn’t like you at first but when she realized that you were just a child a alien from a different family they left you here with no one to love you and she would fill in that role of the mother love you as her own child

When you got older your powers started developing you were able to fly when you were happy and excited it allowed you to be with your dad and mom they were still hesitant about it but they allowed it but when you were upset you couldn’t seem to

When kiri lock and tuk were born you may have been smaller but they still loved you and besides you could lever up to their height

Also back to your powers you had super strength heat vision, flight and beauty like in the comics its known that starfire had the beauty to attract everyone and everything even the na’vi loved you boys were proposing to you left and right and you were always too nice to be mean to them unless they took it too far which evolved into another thing that you had when you get angry or to excited your hair gets on fire along with your skin was fiery hot

You never really had much interest for hunting but your brothers would drag you out into it lo’ak specifically

You never really liked spiders as well so when he was there you got annoyed

But more on relationship with your brothers and sisters

With neteyam after you kissed him you guys got better friends and became each other opposites he was always the golden child up tight and you were loose and care free but was still ready for action you always helped him with things like not be the golden child and let him have fun every once and a while

With kiri you and her are ride or dies when she watches her moms old videos she compares your big bright red curly hairs to her and you are able to help her in anyway way you are and she helps you she knows that your family was mental abusive and they hated you besides you mom/dad that loved you but you guys are there for each other

With loak sweet little brother i could definitely see you guys being like lilo and stitch “she's touching me” i’m not touching you”

^ little drabble about this you and lo’ak were chilling in your home jake and neytiri were there too you were playing around and he had his finger in your face not touching you but to close for you liking “ he's touching me!!!” you said dramatic lo’ak responded with “I'm not touching you” “yes you are!” lo’ak then did something stupid “It's free airrrrrr” then you blasted a light bolt close to him “Ahroifharth mom she tried to kill me” jake then comes over and picks you both up by the feet and said “both of you stop it” you and lo’ak looked at each other then back at him and stuck your tongue out at him he rolled his eyes and neytiri laughed “ma jake your acting like them” jake then put you down gently and lo’ak down a little less gentle “loser” “blue giant” “carrot head” “big cat” jake then shouted not seriously “get out do something with your life the both of you!” but anyways you and lo’ak are actually really close but you and him are always getting in trouble together even though its mostly him and you getting dragged into it (or the other way around if you want)

Now tuk you and her were so close she loved you and your hair she played with it all the time and oh she loved when you took her on flights she adores your eyes and your powers but you adore her you tell her stories all the time and she brings you flowers of all kinds

But anyways your relationship was jake was sweet it was so genuine when you first came and he taught you things he still sees you as his little girl with you green eyes and bright red hair he used to snuggle you until you couldn’t breathe and when those stupid village boys would ask you out he swelled in pride when you told them no

But neytiri was a whole different level she loved the fact that you were different but still fit in she loved you laugh it was contagious, sweet and genuine so she couldn’t help but laugh with you she loved your as everyone did in your family her favorite moments is when you would go over her song chord while she braided your hair or she singed them to you while you curled up in her lap

When you guys went to the metikyana clan ronal didn’t like you but you got angry easily so your hair started chatting fire just a bit and lo’ak hit you and said “hey fireball calm down before you burn the village” you glared at hit “shut the hell up lo’ak” tsireya liked you alot but there was one that caught your attention the other son of tonowari Huyo he was tall brave had tattoos and had a scar on his face and tattoos over his body his was obviously older maybe about 2 or 3 years older roughly about 18/19 and he was kind and sweet

Your family had obviously you catching his eyes and tuk started shaking your hand “y/n stop staring at him” that caught his attention and he smiled over at you “tukkkkk”

[xhanisai]

Tell me about OHANA MEANS FAMILY

WIP GAME

This drabble is a bit of a collab between me and @seas-of-silver where she came up with the prompt and wrote the first half and I wrote the second half. So basically, Adrien's and Felix's origins come from the greek God Hera, who granted the wishes of their mothers for a child with the help of Duusu the kwami.

Here's a snippet:

"Remember when we watched Lilo and Stitch together?" Marinette asked suddenly, still keeping the boy in her arms and her face hidden in the crook of his neck.

Chat Noir was confused at first, evident in the tension in his eyebrows. Though, he remained combing his fingers through her hair tenderly.

He responded carefully.

"...I...I was waiting to watch it with you in a few days. The only other person I watched it with on patrol was with..." He held her tighter, his emerald greens shimmering with joy.

'With you,' Were his unspoken words. Marinette then carried on.

"You remember what your favourite part was?" She finally peered up at him, baby blues glittering with love and her lips upturned into a gentle smile.

Chat Noir couldn't stop the shudders in his breath, the way his arms trembled with indescribable emotions.

"...That...that they're family. All of them."

"Exactly. It doesn't matter whether you're blood related or not. As long as you love each other, you're family." She placed a hand on his chest, right above his beating heart. "I love you, mon Chaton. You're my friend, my partner, my family. So if you ever feel lost about your origins and where you come from, always remember, that you also have a home here with me,"

Just as Chat Noir thought that his life couldn't get any better, that he was absolutely dreaming and would soon wake up on his cold, empty bed, Marinette leaned forward and tapped his nose with hers. Her iconic Ladybug grin smoothed itself on her lips, matching the sweet sakura blush on her complexion that was just so Marinette.

Hope you enjoyed!

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Are You Alright?

Summary: Marc and Steven take care of Jake ❤️

Marc flipped aimlessly through the channels. Nothing good on at this time of night.

"That's the fifth time we've seen that channel Marc. Why don't you just put on a movie?"

The older knight sighed and glanced down at his younger counterpart. "What movie should I put on then?"

Steven shrugged as he picked up another colored pencil. "What do you want Marc? Adventure? Horror? Feel good?"

"I don't know Stevo. Anything I guess."

The younger knight huffed. "Fine. Big Hero Six?"

"No."

"Lilo and Stitch?"

Nah."

"Finding Nemo?"

"Not interested."

Steven threw one of his colored pencils at the older knight. "Now you're just being stubborn."

Marc caught the pencil and threw it back. "I'm sorry Steven I gue---."

Marc's next phrase was cut off by the front door opening and Jake stepping into the flat. When the other two vigilantes caught sight of their friend, they bolted up.

"Jake! What happened to you mate!" Steven demanded as he hurried over.

Jake wiped some of the blood from his face. "I'm fine hermano. Solo un poco de problemas en el trabajo."

Marc wrapped an arm around Jake's shoulders and lead him toward the couch. "That looks like a lot more than just some trouble bud."

Jake pulled away. "I'm fine Marc. No need to worry about me."

"Blimey, you're an idiot!" Steven ran to go get a washcloth.

"He's right you know." Marc grabbed a wad of nearby napkins and placed them over his nose. "Especially if you think that's going to happen."

Jake snatched the napkins. "I'm fine."

"I'd believe you more if you weren't currently covered in blood."

Jake muttered as he held the napkins to his nose. "You should see the other guy."

Steven hurried back in with the first aid kit. "That's not encouraging you twat!"

"Steven, relajar. I'm okay." Jake reached forward. "It's just an arañar."

Steven snatched the kit away. "I've seen a scratch and that's not it clotpole!"

Jake sighed. "Mi hermano---."

The vigilante was cut off as Marc pulled him to the couch. "Jake, you always take care of us. If something goes wrong, you come to the rescue. If one of us get hurt or sick, you swoop in immediately. But this time, you need the help, you need the rescue."

Jake closed his mouth.

Steven cautiously held up the kit. "So can we do the rescuing this time? Please?"

The middle vigilante looked between his two counterparts. Slowly, his gaze lowered to the floor. "No quiero que ustedes dos se preocupen por mi."

"We're going to worry about you no matter what." Marc sat next to Jake. "So why don't we worry about you while we take care of you."

The internal struggle could be seen on Jake's face. On the one hand, he normally took care of each injury, shrugged it off, then went on with life. It was routine, it was familiar, it was calming.

On the other hand, it would be nice to have someone taking care of him. In front of him, he had two people who loved him and cared about him and wanted to make sure he was okay.

The vigilante crumpled. "I---I don't . . ."

A hand squeezed his. "Hey, it's okay. Remember what you tell me? If you want us to stop, we'll stop right away. We'll go as slow and as gentle as we possibly can, and we'll walk you through each step of the process."

Jake's heart warmed. With Marc's past, it made tending wounds difficult. At first, he wouldn't let the other two near him without flinching away. As time went on, Jake had earned his trust by saying those exact same words and doing those exact actions. Over time, that trust became extremely valuable and helped the two build a special connection.

Now it was time for him to do the same with the other two.

After taking a deep shaky breath, Jake finally nodded. "Okay."

Marc nodded before turning to Steven. "Let me see the kit please."

The youngest knight handed over the kit. "Right."

While Marc laid out the supplies, Steven hurried away to get a clean washcloth and bowl of water. Once everything was in place, the two worked together to treat Jake's nose and the other wounded areas they found.

It was hard to sit still, but they held true to their words. They went slow, steady, and carefully tidied up.

Marc tied on the final bandage. "There we go, all good to go."

Jake's heart filled with warmth. "Thank you hermanos."

"It's no problem mate, but for future reference, don't scare us like that? Please?"

"I didn't mean to," Jake apologized as his gaze dropped and his cheeks flushed red.

"I know you didn't mean to. But ya know we love you and we'll look out for you no matter what mate?" Steven scooted forward and wrapped Jake in a hug. "We love you."

Jake returned the hug as a smile pulled up his lips. "Yo tambien los amo a los dos hermano."

While the two shared the embrace, Marc wrapped his arms around both of them. It was a nice reminder that they were all together and that they loved each other. Neither of them wanted it to end.

"Por favor no te vayas," Jake whispered.

"Not planning to bud." Marc soothed. "We'll be right here as long as you need us to."

Jake slowly relaxed into the hold. "Gracias."

[zaynontour]

lilo loving and supporting each other yet again my heart!

i knowwww. 😭

they always come through for each other. supportive brothers in the truest sense. i'm just trying not to think too much about liam's message because then I'm gonna end up sobbing but needless to say, his words are gonna stay with me for a long time. oof my heart is just so full! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹💞💞

[jeonqkooks]

hello my dearest beloved ♡ have you been well? has work been kind? (has the work crush been kinder? hmm~) what a whirlwind it has been the last little bit, with hobi's news and now jimin's! from bittersweet to absolute joy, i hope you have been managing everything alright.

how is the community doing here at jnqks & co.? i see the obs train is still chugging along strong (as it should!) — i am so happy you built such a strong foundation with a story that has reached so many hearts. i still have yet to dive in, and for that i apologize profusely forever for, but from the forum-like talks around here... you really spun each of your readers around your little finger, ready for impact. queen behaviour, i must say ♡ the world you build every time you write truly is a sight to behold; don't you ever forget that ✨️

has your family been well? i certainly hope so. sending my regards to them wholeheartedly ♡

i swooped over to lilo earlier, just to land softly in places i found comfort in and knew i had to go to you too. things have been heartachingly hard for me the last little bit — been having difficult, tearful conversations with my love and the circumstances that have been thrown at us recently. we're okay, we will be at least, but it doesn't make the rough patches any less lonesome. growing up is hard but they don't call it growing pains for nothing ❤️‍🩹 to the challenges and heartaches you haven't told anyone about, may you conquer them in time and with love. i am thinking of you extra, and sending all the hugs your way ♡

i adore you, through and through. proud of you then, proud of you now, and will be proud of you tomorrow. let's talk soon? 💘

thương thương ♡

with all my heart,

cee ♡

oh my beloved 🥺 you sending this message when you did - especially after the monstrosity of a month that march was - feels like a breath of fresh air. it seems even more fitting that you’re popping in just as spring is around the corner and everything’s blooming to life again :’)

i think it goes without saying that i miss your presence here every day, tumblr really hasn’t felt the same without you :( my serotonin really does spike every time i get the sporadic ask from you 🥰

when i first got this ask, the work crush was still alive and kicking hahahahha but last night i found out that uhmmm he’s playing on the same team as me so i’m smiling thru the pain 😭 i’ve never had feelings for a gay man before so this feels like a rite of passage lol. i guess work will just have to feel a lot more tedious from now on :(((

ahh obs, my child whom i love dearly and only hate just a little but hahhaha. honestly i never thought obs would receive as much love as it does and i’m eternally thankful for every single reader who’s going on this journey with me 🥺😭 but please don’t apologize, i know you’re busy and have a lot more things to tend to. i’m already grateful that you’re around the ol’ blog enough to know about obs :’)

other than the unexpected blow to my love life lol, i’m doing alright! we’re all doing fine, even tho we’re scattered across 3 continents hahaha. i think i might go home at the end of this year for a couple weeks, so me and my sister are trying to coordinate our schedules for that 🤔 do you have any plans to come visit?

i’m sorry to hear that things have been rough for you, but i’m glad that it’s slowly getting better. march really was out to get everybody huh. but y’know, there are highs and there are lows. i’m glad that you could sit down and have honest conversations with each other to help you both through the hard times. it’s getting warmer and sunnier, and hopefully things will look up too, for all of us ❤️‍🩹

i can’t tell you enough how i’m grateful i am for you :’) a message from you checking in on us seriously brightens my whole day, and it’s nice to know that you’re still around in your own way :’) i love you always 🤍 thương thương <3

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆.....

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕:

I want to sit on the kitchen floor eating pizza at 3am with you and talk about our hopes and dreams

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬: 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑬. 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑷𝑨𝑫, 𝑨𝑶3, 𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬!

𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑺 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬

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You could feel his eyes on you From across the room. A small smile creeped up on your face as you peered up at Chris from your book. He quickly snapped his eyes from you acting as if he wasn't looking at you. You chuckled. "I saw you."

You shut your book, sitting it beside you. You walked over to him; he was sitting on the couch across from you so it wasn't that far of a walk.

You straddled his waist, the first thing you did was kiss him, your fingers running through his hair. Chris Chuckled softly running his finger over your cheek. "I'm so in love with you." Chris whispered. He looked into your eyes with his blue eyes. His eyes were scrunched from the smile that was on his face. Chris wasn't lying when he said he was in love with you. He's been in love with you for years and he honestly didn't remember a time when he didn't.

To him, you were an angel. He's been waiting years to find you and when he did, god he was on cloud 9. Everything about you was flawless. Your smile, your laugh, your humor, your beauty, everything.

Just like Chris was there for you, you were there for him. Panic attacks, need help with something like killing a spider, cuddles, you both had each other's backs. It was like you both were meant for each other

Chris, He couldn't comprehend a world with you, but he didn't have to worry because a world without you wasn't going to happen any time soon.

-

"I'm so in love you too." You kissed him again before pulling away with with a chuckle. "So what do you want to do today?" You ran your finger up and down through his hair as you waited for an answer.

Chris sucked in his breath, "um I was thinking we can stay at home, go get in the pool, look up at the stars, and later come in and watch a movie while eating pizza. What do you think love?"

You smiled at him. "I think that's a good idea." You gave him one more kiss before getting off of his lap. "I'll finish reading until later when the sun has settled behind the mountains." You sat back down on the other couch, grabbing your book.

"sounds great babe."

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Those few hours flew by in a heartbeat. Before you knew it, you and Chris were in your swimwear and on your ways to the pool.

As you walked outside the cool night air hit you. You shivered as you tiptoed the pool. Chris was right behind you as you waddled into the pool. Just as you imagined the pool way cold too. You weren't planning on staying in it for long though.

Chris got in with you, quickly wrapping his arms around your you. "It's a little cold, but it's very nice." Chris looked up at the sky. "The stars are twinkling, the moon is high in the sky, and I'm with my best gal. Nothing is more perfect." He looked back at you before kissing you.

You pulled away smiling. "I feel a lot warmer when I'm in your arms." You said pressing your head into his shoulder. Chris rubbed his hands up and down your bare back. "Same."

You both stayed like that for a little whil, no words being spoken until you pulled away. You looked up at Chris, he had his eyes closed. "What are you doing Chris?"

Chris opened his eyes, "making a wish." You laughed, "what did you wish for?"

"can't tell you, if I do it won't come true." You raised your eyebrows, "okay." You snuck in a chuckle before you pulled away from him fully, "well I'm going to go back in, it's getting really cold." You turned around climbing up the little ladder.

You wrapped yourself in the towel on the lounge chair and walked inside leaving Chris by himself.

You went straight into the bathroom, discarding your clothes so you can take a shower. Opening the glass door, you turned on the water, wait till it was hot before you got in.

As the fresh warm water ran down your body, you sighed. Your head was empty, you just allowed the water to fall over your body.

Your peace didn't last long; Chris opened the shower door a few minutes later. He was shivering,"is there room for two in here?"

You laughed, moving back so he could join you. He quickly got in under the warm water. "Ahh, that's much better."

You shook your head, a smile on your face. Chris turned to you, "so you want me to lather you up or not?" Chris asked. "Sure, just don't do anything weird."

You picked up your towel and handed it to him. Chris began covering you in soap. He managed to make it none sexual which was nice. Showers with him always ended with doing it.

When he was finished, you returned the favor and soaped him up. Once everything was rinsed off you and Chris got out.

The both of you put on some warm clothes. Chris some sweats and you put on some panties and one of his oversized shirts.

Now you were sitting on the couch, dodgers head in your lap as he slept and Chris who was on the phone with his favorite pizza place.

You watched as he made the phone call in the kitchen. You remembered thinking to yourself he was so handsome pacing back and forth as he talked to the man on the other side of the phone. You thought he wouldn't notice your eyes but he did, and when he looked your way you stared into space like you weren't looking.

"I saw you." He said as he walked over to you. "You saw nothing." You said giving him an angry looked which to Chris was freaking adorable. "Okay fine, I saw nothing." He sat down beside you and gave dodger some pets.

"pizza Will be here in about 30 minutes so we can watch a movie until then." Chris leaned over a grabbed the romote control off the coffee table. "Whatcha wanna watch babe?" Chris asked as he turned on disney plus. "Hmmm, Lilo & stitch."

Chris laughed, "okay." He turned on the film and you both began to watch it.

That lasted for 30 minutes before the doorbell rung. "I got it." Chris got up and went to answer the door.

Dodger lifted his head and looked up at you. "Pizzas here buddy." You said, getting up. Dodger followed you to the kitchen where you pulled out two plates for you and Chris. Chris returned this time with the pizza. He sat it on the counter and opened the box. The amazing smell of pizza filled your nostrils causing you to moan. "It smells so good. I don't think I'm going to make it to the couch."

You sinked down on the floor. Chris looked down at you confused, "what are you doing?" "I'm eating on the floor. Join me, it's great down here." Chris shook his head but joined anyways.

"you're right, it is nice down here." He took a bite of his pizza with a raised eyebrows. You both sat on the floor until you were full. The small conversation you were both having quickly blossomed into a conversation about both of your futures together.

"I would like to live on a farm." You said as you hugged your knees. Chris nodded, "yeah, I always wanted one too." There was a brief silence before Chris spoke again. "Maybe we can have that farm one day. You know when we have kids."

Chris was nervous as he said that. You both talked about kids before but never really went into depts.

"I mean yeah. We can have 3 or 4 kids on a farm with a few chickens, and maybe a goat or cow. But we're just living our best life; I want that." You smiled at Chris. He smiled back at you. "Yeah, I want that too."

You both stayed quiet again before Chris blurted out a few words. "Marry me."

You turned to him shocked but confused. "I'm sorry?" Chris exhaled softly, fully turning to you. "Marry me. I don't have the ring with me now, it's a ma's house, but I really want to spend the rest of my life with you." He reached out and grabbed your hands, "so marry me."

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest, you weren't expecting this at all. "Yes, I'll marry you!"

You chuckled before hugging Chris. Chris felt relived, he thought that was going to be hard but nope, it was simple and he was happy with the outcome.

You pulled away looking at him, "I love you Chris."

"I love you too." Chris took your face and gave you a kiss on the lips. he couldn't wait to make you his.

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[pianostarinwonderland]

Chapter 6 got me into tears and it peaked my curiosity for what’s to come for chapter 7 but also Grim too. I was watching some clips from the Spider-Man: No way home movie and, SPOILERS IF U HAVENT SEEN THE MOVIE, Spider-Man’s aunt tells him “it’s just you and me” to reassure him, and when the aunt was dying he told he the same line, saying that they’ll be fine, “it’s just you and me”, and it reminded me of Grim and Yuu’s relationship. Since the beginning it’s always been “it’s just you and me” for them. They started this journey together, navigating a world they aren’t familiar with, a new world where tbh they are the lowest of the bunch and often times find themselves at the mercy of those stronger than them. But they still have each other and I think that’s what really helped Yuu get through their time in twst, knowing that there’s another who is just as lost as them but will always be there for them. And the fact that Yuu was willing to risk their life especially considering how dangerous STYX is for a magicless student such as themselves speaks volumes of him much Yuu cares about Grim and I’m sure Grim reciprocates that feeling too. I’m not sure if this is correct but I swear I saw somewhere that Yana was a fan of Lilo and Stitch and I’m surprised I have seen someone point out how much Yuu and Grim’s relationship parallels the relationship between Lilo and Stitch (plus Grim kinda resembles stitch too). There’s so many theories on how Grim OB and I’m loving the angst from them.

Anonnie, what if you stopped right there?

[sparkledfirecracker]

I hope you slept well, lovely.

Choose your 3-some

Nomad has had enough of this shit. He's aggressive and rough, abusing all your holes until your crying out his name and leaking his seed from every hole. You love it - he makes sure your coming over and over - even squirting into his mouth when he feasts off your cunt.

Sadly, Steve no longer has it in him for the aftercare, so he's kidnapped a man he deems worthy of that highly important job. Andy Barber. Andy tried to prosecute him - but Steve isn't holding a grudge. Thing is, he's not allowed allowed to get any satisfaction from you, other than jerking himself off to completion as he watches Steve take you. That's all Steve allows - but he fully expects Andy to take care of you in all other areas of aftercare - so long as it doesn't include anything sexual.

Cuddles are okay. A warm bath is ok - and he's allowed to be in it with you, but his fingers better not wander and his body better not grind against you - and you know better than to try anything.

If Andy tries anything with you - he'll have hell to pay.

*You can tell I know you're searching for a loop-hole, Lilo. You don't have one.

Andy Barber has turned you into his perfect little housewife. You're always in a dress with no panties. You always greet him at the door and he is your Daddy through and through and as you coming every day around his fat cock. But Andy also loves to bring in a friend for the occasional fun in the bedroom. He's his college buddy who just can't seem to catch a break, but that's mostly of his own doing.

Mike Weiss can be a bit sloppy in bed - but that also works in your favour. He loves going down on you and basically soaking his face in your juice as you suck your Daddy off.

You never want for anything - except maybe a bit more freedom since Andy wants you home all the time. Other than that, Andy lets you play with Mike and enjoy both of heir bodies to the fullest. No desire of yours (unless it's another person) would ever be denied in the bedroom.

Colin Shea and Johnny Storm are the best of pals. They do everything together - including you! Yes, the house you all share can seem more like a frat-house on occasion, but Johnny's got family money, so he pays for housekeeping and a personal chef for you all. Although, there's definately more empty take-away containers than actual plates left around the house.

They are fucking amazing in bed. They're young but they have earned some skills - thanks to your teaching. Johnny loves warming your ass as Colin fucks you crazy.

Yes, they lack some of the finesse of older, more experienced men, and come quicker - but they also have great recovery time.

Nick Vaughan loves on you like no other. He does his best to satisfy all your desires - from romance to debauchery, but you're his Queen and he treats you with nothing but respect - which occasionally annoys you because you sometimes just want to get fuck.

Enter Ari, stage left. Ari digs Nick's sound and has him playing at his bar most weekends. They became fast friends. And since you're often at Nick's shows, you've met Ari. Nick doesn't love it, but he doesn't hate it either - sharing you with Ari on occasion. He knows you sometimes need a rough hand and he just can't give that to you. He trusts Ari. So, when Ari is pounding you from behind, Nick whispers sweet nothings into your ears as you suck him off.

First off, HOW DARE YOU? Second, HOW DARE YOU TREAT ANDY THAT WAY, poor bubba getting bullied on by Steve.

It’s a pickle and gee, choosing was hard, but I think I’ve managed to find one loophole here.

First and foremost, the fratboys are out, as tempting as it sounds, I got the impression they were more in love with each other rather than wanting to please me. Plus they need to up their game still and step out of their baby diapers to be a real man. They sound fun for a weekend sidehustle, but nothing more in the long run.

Steve and Andy, I can’t believe you were so mean to Andy. WHAT DID ANDY DO TO YOU, CHRIS? It didn’t say that I could not do or try anything with Andy. Soooooo, I could ride him, suck him off and do whatever I want to him, he can just not touch me. I could also sneak out and escape from the jealous clutchy claws from Normad Steve and runaway with Andy. Show him a real good time along the way, because he’s deserved it from being treated so poorly😈

Mike and Andy, well, Andy sounds a little twisted @dreamlessinparis knows how much I love her serial Andy, who possesses the behaviour you described. It would be a little too intense. But Andy gets bonus points for allowing me to pull some strings in the bedroom.

But ultimately I would pick Ari and Nick. Like COME ON, barowner Ari. A shirt with rolled up sleeves, a towel draped over his shoulder. Devouring you with his eyes while he feeds you only the best drinks. Making up names for the drinks, almost like a secret code to let you know what he would do to you. Sounds like the perfect combination, get pounded and praised. Bottoms up 🍻!

[saksukei]

dino mafia au

masterlist

“how?” was the only word that came from your lips, as he cleaned the blood off his hands, bruises lacing his skin. how could this have happened?

“it isn’t all that far fetched, sweetheart,” chan’s velvety voice cuts through the spiral you felt yourself going down.

it explained everything. his behavior, why he was so hesitant of having you around him, his late night musings, his tattoos and the little glimpse of his gun you caught when you were with him.

“it isn't?” you repeat. “maybe I'm the only one worried about the dead body lying in my feet,” you retort.

you’re angry, confused and scared. of course, who wouldn't be? let's take a step back,,,

you had met chan at a pet store, where him in all his brown haired glory, was playing with a cute little puppy named lilo. you frequented the store whenever you were stressed because of course!! it's cute puppies. so, lilo recognized you and ran in your direction, away from chan.

and then chan’s eyes landed on you, one of the most beautiful and mesmerizing people he had ever seen. if it weren’t for his very guilty past, he would have even asked you out.

he spent the next two hours talking to you and his ‘not asking you out’ rule went to shit when you asked him first. now he couldn't break your heart, could he?

so he agreed. one date, turned into many, the two of you even adopting lilo. but still, there was something very offsetting about him, something you couldn't put your finger on. he had told you that he wasn't a very innocent guy, yes but the events that were forthcoming, said something completely different.

fast forwarding to today when you had just come back home from work, lilo pouncing on your feet, as you cooked dinner.

perhaps you should have been aware enough to see the stranger the lurking in the mist, as he pressed the gun to your head, the cold metal sending shivers down your spine.

but before you could react, there was a loud bang and the sound of a body hitting the ground. you braced yourself for the impact, but it never came. turning around, your eyes to landed on chan, who was already bloodied because of another encounter.

chan knew it was going to come to this sooner or later and he was aware of the guy that had been not so discreetly following you. despite chan’s attempts to make the assassin disappear into thin air, he always managed to get away somehow, leading to this.

and then right to this moment.

“forget about the dead body, someone will clean it up,” chan hissed.

“great, they can also take my will to live alongside it,” you muttered, turning around to wash the dishes, like you were before this entire commotion.

what else were you to do? it seemed like washing the dishes was the only act of normalcy in this house.

besides, chan was acting like you hadn't just had a near death experience. how else could you tell him that you were terrified? terrified of never seeing him again? how you had recited your prayers when the gun was kept to your head? how you thought you’d never be lucky enough to hear his voice ever again?

much to your dismay, your body gave it all away. your hands were shaking, as you washed each plate.

before you knew it, a hand shut off the tap, taking the plate from your hands and putting it with the other washed ones.

and without another word, he pulled you into his arms. chan was terrified too and he didn't know how to say it. it wasn't until you started sobbing, he could feel tears in his eyes.

“’m so sorry, doll,” chan pleaded. “i love you so so much and i’m sorry I put you into all of this.” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

your sobs grew louder and louder, “i was so afraid chan” you kept on repeating.

“hey hey hey, listen to me,” he cupped your face in his hands. “i will never let them ever lay a hand on you. hell’ll break lose if I do.”

[sunnysviolin]

Angel omori please 😘

I'm stuck in class and I'm so incredibly tired....so let's write headcanons about Angel Omori instead of feeling like I want to bean my head into a wall because this class is so boring. For you little bro!

Angel's dad used to collect trading cards when he was little, and it was something he and Angel did together. It was always fun to see a new pack of cards sitting on the table waiting for him when Angel came home from school, and he and his dad would open them and go thorough them to see if they found any new ones or any special ones.

His sister ripping his rare card was actually really upsetting for Angel. He knows that it was bad to spend so much money on it, but he also saw the pack and it was irresistible to him. Finding out she didn't actually rip it up didn't really help. He wanted to not be mad about it anymore, but what he was mad about wasn't really the card, and he wasn't really mad at her. It was just...not great

Angel and his sister are very much a Nani and Lilo duo. Angel is a weird little kid with weird little friends, and his sister was not meant to be a mother. They love each other, but this new normal for them is not smooth sailing.

Angel spends a lot of time at Charlie's house, to the point that Charlie's grandma just thinks of Angel as another grandchild. She usually makes extra servings of dinner just assuming that Angel is going to come home with Charlene.

Angel has always loved climbing trees. Something about being high up is incredibly satisfying, and even when he was little he used to scramble up any tree he could. He's sprained/broken his wrist quite a few times from falling, to the point that the local Urgent Care jokes about offering him a frequent flyer deal.

Angel's favorite of Aubrey's other friends ends up being Hero. It's definitely not something anyone would expect, and Kel is a little bit very much jealous, but Hero doesn't mind having Angel hang around. Angel is very happy because not only is he the cool older brother Angel never had (Despite the fact that Kel consistently grumbles that Hero is not cool) he also likes to cook, and the easiest way to get Angel to like you is through food that's why he likes Charlie's grandma so much

Angel's sister starts to have to go to Hero and Kel's house to collect her brother as often as she has to go to Charlie's and Angel comes home and tells her all the stuff that he did. At first she's upset by it (Which is really just jealousy because how is Hero so natural at this, and why is she so bad at it?) but soon enough Hero and Kel's mom starts to get her to open up more, and without really realizing it both she and Angel have been low-key adopted

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Nobody Left Behind

Prompt: So I don't know if you're taking requests? But I just watched Lilo and Stitch for the first time since I got into TSS and I've adopted the headcanon that it is Remus's *favorite* movie (and he's memorized the script) and I love your writing and I'd love to see something angsty involving Remus feeling lonely/unloved by his brother, and maybe Lilo and Stitch is involved somehow. IDK, go wild. (and feel free to ignore this if you aren't taking requests) <3 - anon

it is Le Fluff™ hours my good bitches

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Warnings: Remus has some abandonment issues, but it’s not too much

Pairings: it is platonic all the way down, babes

Word Count:  2935

Ohana means family.

 Family.

 FamILY.

 What a weird word.

Sometimes it’s the people you’re born with. Well, not ‘with,’ not necessarily, but the people you are born to. A mother, a father, a sister, a brother. Sometimes two mothers, sometimes two fathers, sometimes a different parent. Sometimes two sisters, sometimes two brothers, sometimes a different sibling. Sometimes a mess of assorted people that all share the same blood. A family.

 Remus wasn’t born.

 He was made though, crafted and shaped and born out of the swirling chaos of a child’s mind that didn’t understand the world well enough without other people to help. He remembers getting cobbled together from scraps of thoughts and feelings and morphing them into limbs, into features, into something that vaguely resembled the body of the child he was made to fit. Not the ‘fitting’ was ever his job.

 Just his brother’s.

 Is his brother his family?

 By all accounts he should be, right? A brother is one of those people that are traditionally part of the ‘family’ group, right, someone to laugh with, cry with, fight with, live with. But is Roman really his…brother?

 That’s what they decided to call themselves because nothing else worked. They weren’t really brothers, they were halves. But they weren’t really halves because there was never a whole to begin with.

 The King wasn’t a ‘whole,’ he was…well, he was the King. Half of a king is not a prince. Half of a king is not a duke.

 Half of a king is a mess of blood and bones and viscera dripping off of the end of a Morningstar in the middle of the night when only a destroyed facsimile makes the insanity bleed away just enough to breathe again.

 The closest thing to twins, is what they decided on eventually. They’re twins. One light, one dark. One that marches boldly into danger to confront the wickedness of the world, one that dwells in the shadows and cackles with the demons nipping at his heels. One that loves, one that isn’t loved.

 Sure, they had some things in common. They both loved to fight, hence the scars and the bruises and the wounds that would never, ever heal, the distrust that would never be fixed ever, because the urge to sink their teeth into each other’s necks and rip never went away. They both loved to make, Roman the peaceful lies he tells himself to make up for the gaping wounds Remus leaves as he carves his perfectly tailored destruction. They both love Disney.

 Roman’s made it part of his whole deal as the Prince, he loves Disney. He bursts into song every chance he gets, drags the others in until the Mindscape rings with joyful song and there’s nowhere left for any sadness or darkness. He takes his lessons from it, models himself using the traits of the characters he admires most. Cultivates his art of storytelling, perfect to a tee.

 Remus loves Disney too. Loves how easy it is to twist the lens to distort the image just enough to let the darker parts of the Imagination run wild. What is the real implication of never growing old, never understanding what it means to die? What kind of person curses a ten-year-old boy for being cautious about who he answers the door to? What could the story have been if the prince never comes to save the day?

 When they were smaller it was fine. When they were still getting used to the fact that they weren’t King anymore, they used to sit and watch so many Disney movies. Roman’s favorite was always changing, one week it was Beauty and the Beast, then it was Mulan, then it was Cinderella, it never stayed the same.

 Remus’s was always Lilo and Stitch.

 Roman never understood it, said it was boring, there wasn’t a prince, there wasn’t anything exciting. Remus said that aliens were plenty exciting, thank you very much.

 But they would always watch it. The King wasn’t there anymore, but the prince and the Duke were.

 …when they were smaller, there was one time where the prince wasn’t there at all.

 Remus remembers waking up one day and feeling like he was being Split all over again. The maggots in his bones reached their awful little mouths into his heart and pulled, yanking him all the way across the bed and to the door, howling and screaming for his twin.

 Only to be met with a blank wall.

 He remembers howling at the top of his lungs until Janus had rushed to his side, kneeling down next to him and telling him shh, be quiet, hush now, you’re alright, you’re not hurt. And when he couldn’t explain that he was hurt, half of him was missing, Remus needed to go find him, Janus’s mouth had hardened into a thin line and told him that there wasn’t anything to worry about.

 He remembers thinking that was a lie.

 But it wasn’t. It wasn’t a lie.

 Roman was fine.

 Roman was more than fine, because Roman had a family.

 Roman had Patton, who is the actual manifestation of sunshine and rainbows and loved so much it almost burns. The darkness that wrapped around Remus’s corner of the Imagination screeched and hissed at the very idea of being loved that much, even as part of him strained with all its might to get to it. But Patton would never set foot near this side of the Mindscape.

 Roman had Logan, who represents everything true about the Mindscape, about Thomas, about the world. The reality of things that would never let anything Remus created make it anywhere close to anything important because it was dangerous, it was hurtful, and it was wrong. Logan wouldn’t want anything to do with something so useless.

 And that was okay. Because Roman may have been gone but Remus wasn’t alone. Remus had Virgil, who lived with fear soaking every fiber of his being. Remus had Janus, who wrapped himself in darkness and obscurity and laughed.

 But then Virgil left. And now Roman had Virgil, who used Thomas’s anxieties to keep him safe, to help Roman and the others figure out what to do, how to take care of everybody, and how to make the darkness go away. And Virgil would never willingly sink himself back into the darkness when he’d spent so long clawing himself out of it.

 But that was okay, because Remus had Janus. Janus, who plotted and schemed and smirked at how easily the others were pulled along by his strings, luring them deeper and deeper as Remus readied his Morningstar for the trap to be sprung.

 But then they sprung the trap and everything went wrong.

 Roman didn’t want to fight. He just…he let Remus knock him out and didn’t show up again except to scoff and say he didn’t like him.

 And that was…wrong.

 Because Roman wasn’t supposed to like him but he was never only supposed to not like him. Roman was supposed to declare that he wasn’t welcome and try and slash him with his sword. Roman was supposed to try and banish him from the Mindscape and spit insults at him until he left, cackling all the while. Roman was supposed to hate him.

 But Roman didn’t hate him, he just…he just said he didn’t like him.

 But that was okay, because Janus could just come up with a better plan with him this time. They could do it properly, and Roman would hate him again and it would be back to normal.

 But then Janus left. And now Roman has Janus, who keeps his eyes where the prince’s aren’t, when he can’t see what’s happening or he can’t bear to look, to help Roman figure out what to do when what seems to be happening isn’t anything that the prince is used to dealing with. And Janus would never willingly step away from a place that finally accepted him.

 Roman has them now. Roman has people that chose him. Roman’s family chose him. He chose them. They chose each other.

 Remus’s grip on his Morningstar slackens and the thing falls to the ground with a heavy clunk. He moves numbly through his room until he can fall to his knees on his bed.

 He just came from the living room. They were all there. Roman was talking with Logan, ranting about some new show they were both watching. Janus was in the kitchen with Patton, making something for dinner that everyone—well, almost everyone—could eat. Virgil was on the back of the couch, reaching out for Roman’s shoulder every once in a while.

Remus had waited behind the couch. For someone to sit down, for someone to see him and shriek, or even maybe—just maybe—for someone to ask where he was.

 But no.

 Patton had come over and gently ruffled Virgil’s hair, saying that dinner was ready. Logan and Roman had moved into the kitchen, demanding Janus’s attention and pulling him into their conversation. Virgil had murmured a quiet thank you and Roman had asked him for what?

 “Y’know,” Virgil had said, “for…this.”

 “Of course,” Roman had laughed, the soft rustle of fabric as he probably pulled the emo in for a hug—what did those feel like?— “I should be thanking you?”

 “What for, kiddo?”

 “I dunno, it just…feels like it’s been forever since we’ve all sat down for dinner together.”

 Remus’s chest had started to hurt.

 “The whole family.”

 The whole family.

 Remus’s eyes well up with stubborn tears and he angrily swipes them away, baring his teeth at the memory and focusing intently on the things on the bed. Each hand-stitched, each carefully kept clean.

 His family.

 He reaches out with a shaking hand and tucks the blue frog plushie into the crook of his arm, crawling into the middle of the bed and balancing the purple spider on his shoulder. His hands keep shaking as he wraps the long yellow snake securely around his neck, clutching the head under his chin and nuzzling it protectively. The dark blue cat he holds in his other hand, careful not to tear its tie as he scrunches in on himself.

 Wait.

 Wait.

 Where is it?

 No, no, no, no—

 Remus growls, placing all of his family gently on the floor before all but tearing at his sheets. Where is it, where is it, where is it—his heartbeat starts to rise as his search grows more frantic, where is it, where is it—

 The slightest little puff of red hair and he howls, lunging for it and sweeping it into his lap. He pauses to make sure the lion’s crown didn’t fall off and sighs when he sees it still in place. He sets the lion between his legs and leans over, adjusting everyone back into place and scrunching himself into a ball again. He rubs his nose against the lion’s fur and nuzzles into the soft fabric.

 He’d never be able to forgive himself if he lost them.

 Because Ohana means family.

 Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.

——————————————————

There’s a knock on his door.

 Why is someone knocking on his door?

 They knock again.

 Remus looks up, carefully butting the spider out of the way with his head and sitting up. The snake hangs off his shoulder and he lets it, only missing its warmth once the knock sounds again.

 The frog and the cat watch him warily as he climbs out of bed, the lion clutched in his hand.

 The door squeaks slightly as he opens it.

 “So, I’ve got popcorn, I found the weird gummy snakes, and they had this chocolate-covered bacon which we have to try—Remus?”

 Roman?

 Roman stands there, his arms full of snacks and blankets, his head tilted. He glances behind Remus—probably to check something or other—and then back at him.

 “Remus? Are you okay?”

 “Why are you here?” Roman doesn’t like him.

 “It’s movie night, Re, of course, I’m here.” Roman chuckles nervously before taking in his tear-stained face. “Hey, Re, what’s going on? Are you okay? Can I come in?”

 Why is Roman here? Roman has his family, what is he doing here? With Remus?

 “Remus—“ oh, right, Roman’s talking to him—why is Roman talking to him?—in a soft voice now— “Remus, hey, look at me.”

 Remus blinks. Oh. Roman looks concerned now, he’s reaching for him.

 “Hey,” he murmurs as he ruffles Remus’s hair, “what’s going on? Have you been crying?”

 Remus nods dumbly.

 “I’m sorry, Re, can I help?”

 Help? Why does Roman want to help?

 Oh, he’s waiting for an answer.

 “…sure.”

 “Thank you,” Roman says softly, “can I come in?”

 Remus steps aside wordlessly and Roman walks in, pausing when he sees the rest of Remus’s family on the bed.

 “Did you make them?”

 Something dark twists in Remus’s chest as he sees Roman reach for the spider.

 “Don’t.”

Roman backs off, stepping back as Remus snatches up his family and cradles them in his lap, glaring at Roman and curling up on the bed.

 “I won’t, Re, I’m sorry,” Roman says, still speaking softly, “can I sit?”

 “…floor.”

 Roman sits on the floor, setting aside the blankets and snacks, looking up at him. He still looks concerned. Why? Roman doesn’t like him.

 “Why weren’t you at dinner,” he asks gently, “I was worried.”

 Worried? About him? Remus snorts.

 “You had your whole family there,” he spits, “why would you worry?”

 “But you weren’t there,” Roman says like that makes any difference, “so I was worried.”

 Remus shakes his head. Roman doesn’t get it. Roman doesn’t worry about him, he worries about other things. But if Roman wants to know why he wasn’t at dinner, he’ll tell him.

 “I was with my family.”

 Roman’s brow furrows as he glances around again. “…your family?”

 Remus huddles protectively around his family. “Yes. My family.”

 Roman’s eyes widen as he takes in Remus’s posture and how he reacted when Roman asked about them earlier.

 “…are they your family, Remus?”

 “Yes.” He holds them tighter. “I chose them. They won’t leave me. They won’t forget me. That’s what family means.”

 Something crosses Roman’s face and he lets out a wounded noise. Wait. Are they fighting?

 “Wait, Remus,” he murmurs, rising up to his knees, “did you—did you think we forgot you?”

 “You did forget me.”

 “I’m sorry, Remus, I would’ve come to look for you, but I thought—“ Roman shakes his head— “no, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I should’ve come got you, Re, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

 Oh.

 “…you didn’t?”

 Roman shakes his head furiously. “No, Remus, I promise. I never meant to leave you.”

 “But everybody leaves me.”

 If possible, Roman’s eyes are now wider and he scrambles for the edge of the bed. “What do you mean, Remus, what do you mean everybody leaves you?”

 “You left. Virgil left. Janus left. Everybody left.” The lion’s mane brushes against his lips as he bows his head. “But not them. They won’t leave me.”

 “Oh, Remus—“

 Something big lunges at him and Remus whimpers, he doesn’t have his Morningstar, he doesn’t want to fight, he doesn’t—he doesn’t—

 What’s happening? He feels warm and he’s being squished and Roman is pressing himself against him and what—what—

 “What’re you doing?”

 “It’s a hug, Remus,” comes Roman’s voice, slightly muffled, from over his shoulder, “I’m hugging you.”

 Oh.

 Oh.

 “R-Ro?”

 “Yeah, Re, I’m here, I’m right here, I won’t forget you, I won’t leave you behind, you’re my brother, you’re my family, I choose you.” Roman’s grip tightens on him and Remus just about gasps. “I choose you and I want you and I like you.”

 Roman…Roman likes him?

 Roman chooses him?

 Roman won’t…leave?

 “No, Remus,” Roman promises as he cautiously asks, “I won’t leave. Not unless you want me to.”

 “No.”

 “Then I’m not going anywhere.”

 That’s it.

 Remus throws his arms around his twin and sobs, cries an entire ocean of tears into his brother’s shoulder because he’s here and he cares and he chose Remus. The darkness shudders as that small part of him surges forward, into Roman’s chest, finding a home in the prince’s heart and languishing in the warmth there.

 “I’m right here, Re,” Roman murmurs, stroking up and down his back, “right here, I’ve got you.”

 The snake drapes itself cautiously over Roman’s shoulder, the spider taking up watch on his knee. The cat and the frog stare at him, making sure he isn’t lying, that he won’t change his mind. The lion, sandwiched between them, feels the reassuring rumble from Roman’s chest and purrs.

 After a long, long time, Remus pulls back a little and scuffs a hand over his nose.

 “…did you say something about chocolate-covered bacon?”

 Roman’s smile lights up.

 “Let’s put on Lilo and Stitch and we’ll try it.”

 Ohana means family.

 Family means no one gets left behind.

 Or forgotten.

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Girl of Your Dreams

You’re being plagued by a recurring dream about your best friend.  It’s not like it’ll ever come true…will it?  Written for @sweetprentiss’ birthday celebration.  This is the first reader insert I’ve ever written, so please be nice.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Female Reader

Warnings: Implied sex, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 932

Bingo Prompts: Friends to lovers, affectionate teasing, “I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.”

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           It wasn’t often that you and your best friend got to spend an entire weekend together.  You were pretty focused on your research, and Emily was frequently away working a case with the BAU.  You still managed to squeeze in time to see each other regularly, but it had been months since you’d had a whole 48 hours together to hang out and have fun like you did back in college.  You were excited, but you were also a little nervous.  Emily didn’t usually make you nervous, but lately you’d been getting a bit of a funny feeling whenever you saw her or thought about her.  Of course, you’d always found her attractive; you’d always thought she was a catch, but you’d never had feelings for her—she was your best friend!   Still, it was getting harder and harder not to get flustered when she complimented you or teased you.  You found yourself fixating more and more on her features: her dark hair, her winning smile, her sharp jawline, her big, expressive brown eyes. When she hugged you, her touch felt like electric current pulsing through you.  And then there was that dream…

           It was always the same dream.  You and Emily in bed together, her tugging on your hair as she moaned your name.  You’d had the dream at least half a dozen times in the past few months.  Normally you loved telling Emily all of your interesting dreams, and she loved listening to them.  But this was one dream you were definitely keeping to yourself.  You couldn’t tell her you kept dreaming about her, and you sure as hell couldn’t tell her you’d dreamt about her last night and woke up feeling very aroused.  You were going to have to work a little harder to keep your cool, but Emily certainly wasn’t going to make your job any easier.  Your friendship with her had always involved a certain amount of playful teasing, but she was really laying it on thick today.

           It started with her gently ribbing you for insisting on a Disney movie to start off your girls’ weekend, but you got her back when you noticed her crying at Lilo and Stitch.  That was the great thing about your banter: You could both give as good as you got.  And you were priding yourself on how well you were keeping your cool, even though every smile, every laugh, every playful nudge from Emily was making your heart pound, and last night’s dream kept running through your mind like a revolving door of erotic images.  Still, you managed to play it cool through Disney movies, card games, Chinese takeout, and gossiping over wine.  But now she was beating you at Scrabble, and you could feel your second drink starting to go to your head, and you knew that your face was probably turning as red as the Lambrusco in your glass.

           “And I’ve got a Triple Word Score, so that’s 45,” Emily said, marking down her latest total and comparing your scores, “Damn, you are really off your game tonight!  If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were letting me win.”  She smiled at you devilishly, and you felt it in every cell in your body.

           “You’re only winning because you’re cheating,” you huffed, hoping Emily wouldn’t notice the effect she was having on you.

           “Cheating?!” Emily laughed, “Name one rule I’ve broken.  You can’t.”

           “Okay, fine.  But you’re definitely not playing fair,” you said.

           “Oh?  And how am I not playing fair?” Emily asked teasingly, leaning over the table and resting her chin on her hand.  She batted her eyelashes and grinned, and you were damn near losing your mind.

           “Because I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that!”

           You could feel your cheeks burning, and your heart was pounding in your ears.  So much for keeping your cool.  The words had just slipped out, but there was no turning back now.  Emily was going to know how you felt about her, and it was going to make everything weird.

           “What do you mean?” Emily asked.  Her voice wasn’t teasing anymore.  It was soft and earnest, and…hopeful?  Was it possible Emily had been feeling the same way?

           “I mean…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. You had to summon all your courage to keep going.  “I mean I think you’re incredibly beautiful, and every time you look at me like that, I, uh, well…I kind of want to kiss you.”

           “So kiss me,” Emily said, getting up from her seat and coming around to your chair, “Kiss me right now.”

           She leaned in, her lips hovering just inches away from yours.  You wrapped a hand around the back of her head and closed the gap between the two of you, capturing her soft, perfect lips in a kiss that made you feel like your body was on fire.  Emily moaned softly as she moved to straddle your lap and wrap her arms around her neck, and your tongue slid effortlessly into her mouth.  Your fingers were tangled in silky dark hair, and the smell of Emily’s shampoo filled your nose.  Emily pulled away from the kiss and pressed her forehead against yours, curling her fingers against the back of your neck.

           “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, “If you only knew how many times I’ve dreamed about you taking me to bed.”

           “I’ve had the exact same dream, pretty girl,” you said, your face breaking into a smile, “I think it’s time to make our dreams come true.”