#but yeah this moment got to me a little mainly because it made me realize that Leo…DOES take responsibility for things a lot

[turtleblogatlast]

Something I’ve been thinking about lately is that small moment in “Air Turtle” where immediately after the Daves lose yet another game, Leo says how sorry he is and how he’s doing his best as the mascot. This moment is so short but it’s honestly jam-packed with a whole heap of characterization.

His need to apologize for things clearly not his fault - especially when it feels like he messes up the job he was given despite doing the best he can (the phrase “it’s not about you” takes a new meaning when this is one of the lessons to be learned from that - that he is not always solely responsible for things going wrong), his need to save face and make a connection with an older adult man in his life (something he consistently does throughout the series - he’s got a few daddy issues, always collecting potential father figures, it’s no wonder he jumps at the bit to keep rapport), and the way he sounds and looks and the words he chooses really pushes how he is just a kid (“Mr. the Dunk, I’m so sorry”).

Like I know it’s a one off moment that doesn’t truly mean much, but when put against the rest of the series it works really well with the rest of Leo’s established character and helps in solidifying later concepts as well.

[azullumi]

drunk habits — various characters ☆彡

summary — him and his small drunk habits.

characters — kaveh, venti, tighnari, cyno, wanderer, alhaitham, ayato, kazuha, diluc (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — kind of fluff, a little bit of crack also, drunk drunk drunk, not proof-read; headcanons

words — 1289

note — was supposed to publish this yesterday but got busy so it's just now, i'll be working on the requests later!

KAVEH — He reminds you of those people who'll randomly say how your life will turn to doom as you walk down the streets before then disappearing from your sight. He spills unbelievable secrets and shocking gossip, one that you don't even know exists and feels like it's exaggerated, to you when he gets drunk after some glasses of strong alcohol. He'll give out so much juicy details and tea that will keep you on edge on your seat and asking for more but once you throw him a question, he doesn't respond and you'll only be greeted with silence—it is when you'll realize that he has fallen asleep. If he's not asleep, either in some random place or just on his chair, you'll find him creating architectural designs that he wouldn't remember the next morning he'll wake up.

VENTI — Years or maybe millennia of being used to the taste of alcohol in his tongue and the burning feeling of the liquid on his throat had made his tolerance of it grow and become stronger. However, it doesn't mean that he doesn't get drunk in his every drinking session in the tavern or anywhere. He makes it a goal to reach that level of intoxicatedness every time, those moments and ways of him dancing around as he sings a gleeful and joyful song with you, spinning you around and swaying your body to the rhythm along with his. It's either that or he's making stupid pickup lines to you: "Are you a fart? Because you just blew me away," or "Are you not tired? Because you've been running around my mind all day," which will make you sigh as you urge him to shut up but he continues.

TIGHNARI — You’re at a party, hell yeah, but you’re inside the bathroom stalls, vomiting while your hair is being held back by a certain man who goes by the name Tighnari who also happens to be your boyfriend. He's the type of person to only drink a few glass and would prefer looking after everyone, especially you, so he doesn't drink much. However, when things go south and everything turns away from the path it was supposed to go down to, when he gets drunk, let's just say that he has a lot to stay and becomes a little bit grumpy—asking to be doted on and showered with affection by you. While his personality still remains, some bits of him just turns into a 360 like how he blabbers and talks about a certain topic he seems to be obsessed with.

CYNO — He would deny a few offers to drink a glass but then would give in just so to stop the pestering. He doesn't like to drink nor even attend such parties that mainly revolve around alcohol because getting drunk would put him in a vulnerable state but what's wrong with trying it once in a while? You could hardly tell if he is drunk at first but once you recognize the light and warm shade on his cheeks, the realization will strike you like lightning. He tries to act sober, walking in a straight line and not slurring out his words but he fails, maybe not miserably but he fails because he stumbles on his pacing and says words that make his sentences confusing and hard to understand. Speak about the events on the next day, however, and he will shoot you a glare.

WANDERER — A few glasses and maybe more and you find him much grumpier than ever—he's annoyed with all of the noises, sounds, and probably also lights happening all around him, demanding his attention and overwhelming him so he steps out of the place to get some fresh air. However, he's still irritable and would be more demanding to you, specifically your attention. Let's just say that this man when drunk will become the neediest person on earth ever. Putting him in bed, tucking him to sleep, becomes an easier task for you though not until he's grabbing on to your hand so tightly even as he slowly drifts to unconsciousness which leads to you staying by his side until his grip loosens up—it will only happen after an hour or so—and you can finally leave or perhaps, you could sleep beside him if you won't be able to shake off his grasp.

ALHAITHAM — He could handle his alcohol really well, in fact, if you'll challenge him to a drinking session to see who's the first to get drunk, he'll win no matter what—even if his head is already spinning and he's seeing two or three of the same thing at once. He becomes a rambling and chatty person, however, and often mixes words from another language to the conversation which creates confusion. When you'll ask him what the word means, he'll respond in another language which causes you to just give up and pretend that you understand what he is saying. If you were to compare him to his sober self to his drunk one, you could say that they are essentially the same but also fundamentally different as he still retains majority of his personality and adding only a little bit to it.

AYATO — Just like the people who prefer looking after everyone else and watching out for them so that they don't end up doing anything dangerous. He's extremely aware of what is happening to him and his surroundings, being on guard and attentive as always. He still pretty much maintains the responsible demeanor of him, drinking only in moderation, however, things can happen and it will be late until he realizes he's drunk and the alcohol is getting to his head already. That is when he gets—how do you say this?—a little bit reckless and careless, he takes off his clothing one by one and reasons that he's getting hot and he doesn't want to feel sweaty. He becomes flirty or maybe he's just forgetful because he confesses his love for you out of nowhere and asks you to be his.

KAZUHA — An idiotic fool who is stupidly affectionate when he gets drunk. He's not a lightweight nor a heavyweight but in every drinking occasion, he is always drunk. There is literally little to nothing changes in his behavior, he's still the same composed and sweet man that you know, just a little bit outgoing and friendly to everyone. In addition, he also becomes extra nice and a little bit energetic, becoming cheerful and everything but he will eventually become quiet and silent and soon you'll find him asleep on the chair he is sitting right after, this happens as soon as his energy is depleted. The next morning when he wakes up, he'll be greeted by the bright afternoon sun shining on his face and a major headache as he suffers from a hangover and he'll say to himself not to drink again.

DILUC — He doesn't admit it nor does he deny that he is drunk. When his drink has taken over his rationality, he becomes—admittedly— adorable and the clingier side of him comes out as he tries to be close to you as much as possible, not wanting you to leave his side even if you're just going to get some water for him so that he could sober up for a bit. He'll have you sitting on his lap or beside him as he wraps his arms around your figure, his head resting against your shoulders as he breathes in your scent. If you stand up and walk around, he'll follow you, his height and body towering over you as he stays so close to your back and if you'll ask him what he is doing, he would only respond with nothing.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[justauthoring]

BLUE LOCK BOYS - CLICHE ROMANCE TROPES

includes: bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin all x fem!reader

warnings: kissing? there’s nothing really.

BACHIRA MEGURU - “you’re way out of my league”

Sometimes, he could hardly believe it himself.

Sure, he heard the whispers in the halls – felt the eyes on his back as the two of you walked, always hand in hand. You were none the wiser, a constant beaming smile on your lips that hadn’t seemed to falter even a little since the two of you started dating. Bachira liked that you didn’t know, it reassured him that you didn’t feel the same even though the thought had crossed his mind plenty of times before.

Late at night, when everyone else was asleep and he couldn’t help but wonder – but why me?

Everyone else was wondering it, some people even had the guts to blatantly say it to his face. 

She’s too good for you.

You do realize she’s way out of your league, right?

How’d you even manage to get her?

Bachira had never been good with people. He’d spent most of his life alone and he’d be damned if he let random people, at this point in his life, ruin the best thing that had happened to him. You were everything to him, Bachira loved you beyond what he thought he was capable of. And he liked to tell you every day, shout it to anyone that would listen – mainly you – and he’d never once doubted his feelings for you.

But eventually it just got to be too much.

“Why do you even like me?”

The words slip past his lips before he can stop them, his mind too slow to register what he’s said until you’ve heard the words. He mentally cringes at the look on your face, watching as your eyes widen and your lips part. There’s this expression that flickers onto your face, you almost look hurt?

“What do you mean, ‘Guru?”

“I mean,” and he hates the way the words get stuck at the back of his throat.

What does he mean?

“Why me?”

Your head tilts to the side, eyes blinking, and Bachira can’t help but notice just how adorable you look in that moment.

“Because you’re you, Meguru,” you say simply, shrugging your shoulders as if the answer was plain as day. Like there wasn’t even a doubt in your mind. “Because you’re sweet and really handsome. You constantly make me laugh, and you’re so warm and inviting. You make my insides feel like jelly because I can barely contain myself around you. You never fail to make me feel loved, and I love how cuddly you are and–should I go on?”

Bachira doesn’t fluster easily, but the bright red of his cheeks in undeniable.

“No, no, that’s enough.”

Frowning, you reach across the table, taking his hand in your own. “What made you think that?”

Shrugging, Bachira uses his free hand to scratch at the back of his neck, suddenly feeling entirely too bashful. “Dunno,” he mumbles quietly, “just think you’re too good for me sometimes.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

Blinking, Bachira glances up at you at your words, a small smile curling onto his lips as you shuffle in your seat, shaking your head. “If anything, you’re too good for me.”

His eyes widen, lips parting for emphasis; “absolutely not.”

“It’s true!”

“Is not!”

“Uh-huh!”

“Nope!”

“Then, I’m not too good for you either, kay?”

Smiling softly, Bachira lets out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, sure,” he grins, “okay.”

NAGI SEISHIRO - “i can’t stand you.”  “i want to kiss you.”

You couldn’t stand him.

God, he was so… annoying!

Standing there with that stupid lazy grin of his, entirely too happy about the situation you’d been forced into. If you’d known that volunteering for an after school project would involve being forced to spend the next two hours with him – you never would’ve done it. You would rather d*e before being forced to simply be in the same room as him.

But the matter of the fact is you didn’t really have much of a choice.

You’d left it to the last minute and you knew your teacher wouldn’t let you back out of this. Especially since you couldn’t really afford to given you needed the credits.

You’d just have to suck it up for the day.

It was only one day.

“Just… you stay over there and I’ll stay here, okay?” You huff, brushing a strand of hair out of your face angrily as you turn, practically stomping over to the corner of the library to get started on the pile of books that first needed to be sorted. Nagi doesn’t say anything in response, but he’s a man of few words anyways so you don’t really think anything of it.

Except when suddenly there’s a shadow next to you.

“Nagi,” you sigh, “did I not just tell you to stay over there?”

He simply shrugs; “got bored.”

You narrow your eyes, lips parting to say something until you notice the fact that he’s literally not doing anything. He’s just… standing there. A quick glance behind you to where he’d been tells you he hadn’t really started anything over there either.

“You can at least help.”

“Don’t wanna.”

Body tensing, it takes all of your will not to strangle him then and there.

“We’re supposed to be tidying up the library,” you remind, quirking a brow at him.

“It’s more fun watching,” he says plainly. “Besides, it’s too much work.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

He simply grins at you.

Sighing, your shoulders fall with defeat. “Just… stay out of my way, okay?”

He just nods.

It goes on like that for the first twenty minutes before Nagi suddenly decides to no longer simply be quiet and unhelpful, but just unhelpful. A moan of boredom leaves his lips almost every few seconds, your name falling from his lips every few minutes, whining at you for ignoring him.

“Y/L/N! Y/L/N~!”

Slamming the book in your hands down on the table, creating an echoing thud, you turn to him. “What?”

“I’m bored.”

“Then leave.”

“I can’t. I need the credits.”

“Then help me.”

“Too much work.”

“Nagi, I swear to God, if–”

Your words come to a sudden halt when you turn, prepared to tell him off, only he’s not sitting in the chair across from you anymore and instead directly in front of you. He’s close, incredibly close, you can feel his breath on you as he stands chest to chest with you. It feels like you can’t breathe, him being this close, a flush flooding to your cheeks as you move to stumble back, only to feel the back of your legs hit the table.

There’s nowhere for you to go.”

And he’s entirely too close. You don’t like having him this close.

Nagi being this close means you can smell his cologne, that’s entirely too sweet to you, and can feel the warmth radiating off of him. If you just reached out, you could grab him and that brings a flutter to your chest at the thought.

You don’t want to even dare look up – because if you did, you’d see how inviting and plump his pink, perfect lips look and–

“I have an idea of what we can do instead.”

Eyes focused on his uniform jacket, you let out a shaky breath.

“W-What?”

The tips of his fingers fall under your jaw, guiding your gaze up and on him. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest as you meet his eyes, usually so dull and bored-looking, suddenly looking entirely too lustful and invested. 

There’s a moment of pause before suddenly his lips are pressing against your own.

It’s warm and it’s nauseating how good it feels to have his lips pressed against your own. It’s everything you’ve spent the good chunk of the past year trying to avoid thinking about because you were supposed to hate Nagi and yet, you feel like putty in his hands right now.

Then, as he pulls away, his lips curl into a knowing smirk as your eyes lazily glance up to meet his.

“That.”

ITOSHI RIN - “i mean, it’s not all bad with you.”

“This is your fault.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoff at Rin’s monotone tone.

“Sure,” you roll your eyes. “It’s my fault we’re trapped in the janitor's closet.”

“It is.”

Huffing, you glare up at him. “How exactly is it my fault?”

“If it wasn’t for you, this never would’ve happened.”

“Because the great and mighty Itoshi Rin would never be caught stuck in a closet, correct?”

“Exactly.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re an idiot.”

Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest, pressing your back further into the wall to greaten what little bit of space there is between you and Rin. You’d texted Isagi a minute after the door had locked shut behind you, so you only hoped that it wouldn’t take him much longer to get here and set you free. You could barely handle being this close to Rin on a regular basis and being forced into such a small space with him was making it harder to think.

You’d had a huge crush on Rin since the moment you met him. His suave, cool-headed and somewhat emotionless behavior had caught your attention almost immediately. Over time, you’d gotten to see the small bits of Rin that he kept protected behind that wall of his, slipping in the odd and rare few moments the two of you had shared.

You knew Rin liked you, more than he liked more. You knew he thought of you as a friend.

But you knew he didn’t like you.

You’d sworn to keep your feelings to yourself, refusing to let them ruin the relationship you’d worked hard to build with the reserved boy.

Which is why being stuck in a very small, very cramped closet was not ideal.

There was barely a breaths away between the two of you. You could feel his chest pressing into your own, and if you simply glance up you’d see every little detail of his face that you loved so much. Simply looking from a far was hard enough, you didn’t think you could last much longer in here.

“Ugh, where’s Isagi?”

Rin’s eyes snap to yours. “You texted him?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “he said he’d let us out.”

Rin frowns, and your brows furrow in confusion.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

Shaking his head, Rin avoids your gaze; “nothing.”

“No, there’s something–” You pause in revelation, “oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Isagi won’t say anything if you’re afraid of him embarrassing you. I won’t either.”

Licking his lips slowly (a sigh that has your heart racing), Rin sighs; “that isn’t it.”

“Then what is it?”

Pursing his lips, Rin hesitates; “I… there’s no rush.”

“No rush to get out of the closet?”

He shrugs. 

“I mean, I’d rather not be stuck here all day and–”

“It’s nice… to be here with you.” If it wasn’t so dark, you’d see his cheeks are bright red. “I’m okay if it’s with you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.”

“That’s it?”

You don’t know what to say!

“I-I mean,” you stammer slightly, almost positive Rin can hear the hammering of your heart in the quiet of the closet. “I like being in here with you too.”

The corner of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly, and in the next second, the touch of his fingers hitting your own registers in your mind before he threads his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand.

[maxphilippa]

Nickel's sense of guilt and fear of change. [Character/II S3 Episode 14 Analysis, part 1/?]

Today, the longest episode of Invitational has dropped, and I have many thoughts of it as well. Might do more posts analyzing the events that ocurred as of now in canon, but I would like to talk about the heaviest part in the lore and how most people are not getting it completely (in my opinion), and that being: Nickel's current point of view of Balloon and his relationship with Suitcase and BB.

We all know that Nickel's actions hurted the Grand alliance, but what happened in the episode is that they showed how apparently, Nickel doesn't get exactly that things were completely fucked up.

In the episode, he mainly focuses on the good memories he had with BB and Suitcase, and doesn't even seem to hate Suitcase either, unlike what most people thought (me included to an extent, though I did see him being hurt mostly with their relationship and what happened in s2), but.

Nickel doesn't realize that he actually fucked up with them a lot, and that's the main issue.

Like, sure. He knows that stuff were messy at points but that's all he says. He mainly focuses on the good moments he had with them, maybe that's a product of him growing once he got eliminated and came to terms with himself that "well yeah there was a bit complicated shit but we still had fun together", but deep down he feels a sort of... guilt? Regarding Suitcase.

But even then, Balloon scolds him for trying to erase the times where Nickel made all of them feel bad. Hell! Even then Balloon recognizes that Nickel hurted Baseball deeply! And he says how Suitcase was the only one who had enough courage to stand up for her! Because hey! Nickel did use the same treatment that he used with Suitcase on Baseball! But the difference is that BaseBall kept making excuses for him!

The person who Nickel has been, alongside Baseball, "ignoring" of some sorts, has been Suitcase.

But here's the thing as well: Nickel doesn't know how to make things better again.

Nickel doesn't understand... feelings and complex emotions to put it shortly. He's afraid of change, and the way he just ignores the bad stuff that happened and tries to say that it's the only way that things can work, is... somewhat sad. Nickel doesn't understand a lot of stuff. He probably thinks that, at the end of the day, those were just little conflicts and that there was more good than bad.

But... that would mean he would also be running away from his consciousness over what Suitcase told him.

About how none of what they had was real.

He doesn't realize the damage he has done because hey. As much as you all like to think that Nickel didn't have his reasons to be a dick towards Balloon, he did. He actually did. He even mentions it in this episode, that if Balloon didn't try to manipulate everyone just as S1 started, maybe things would be different.

Nickel SAW and KNOWS Balloon's by his awful actions, and he wanted to protect BaseBall and Suitcase from him, since he thinks that Balloon CAN'T be trust-worthy after everything he did in S1.

That's why he was so aggressive as well towards Balloon. Yes, he cared for BaseBall, but he also cared for Suitcase deeply. The thing is that Suitcase was Balloon's friend, and Nickel can't bring himself to think that someone who he saw being such an awful person, could possibly be targetting someone who he cares about as well. So that's why he tried to push Balloon away for so long. He tried to keep his relationship with Suitcase and BB, he even says it in S2 when Suitcase confesses that she voted for him.

But of course, this is even more complicated. Both Nickel and Balloon fucked up, but Nickel fucked up for a longer time. Balloon was actually changing, and Nickel did only take the protective stance when this was happening. Which like, Nickel was right on that. He had his reasons to NOT trust Balloon. The problem is that he couldn't accept that Balloon was changing, and that he wasn't realizing that his actions were hurting both BB and Suitcase.

What I think that people don't get, or what hurts me the most, is the fact that Nickel is in denial. But it's merely the fact that when he hears Suitcase's voice, he doesn't get angry or mad, or even panics, no.

He's just... shocked.

What are you supposed to tell someone who went through hell, thanks to you, even if you tried to protect her from whom you thought was bad? What are you supposed to tell the friend who you tried to protect and instead hurted them in awful ways?

What are you even supposed to do in that situation?

It's not only that, but the fact that he didn't even think twice when walking towards her, didn't even question if she was truly Suitcase. Like, he immediately went on and tried to explain himself to her-

He completely forgot about everything because he wanted to talk to her and, I do think that he feels guilty for what he did, but he can't put it to words/can't understand it completely after all- but his first instict after seeing Suitcase is to talk to her about it.

He wants to explain himself to her- maybe even apologize, but he doesn't know how.

The thing is that Nickel is smart. With logical stuff, not feelings, according to Adam himself. And that fucks it all up for him.

Nickel can't handle change.

Suitcase can understand change.

Balloon is always changing.

And BaseBall can't keep up with it.

And that shows it here.

Nickel is a complicated character. Guilt is eating him constantly but he lacks emotional intelligence. He can accept that stuff went wrong, but seem doesn't understand what or why they did go wrong.

He regrets what he did to Suitcase most likely judging from his behaviour the mere second he saw her, but he can't tell why exactly. Same thing as Nickel probably realizing that he keeps on messing up the more he clings into that mentality. He tries to move on from the past, but he can't. He even says it. There's no way to make things feel better as of now, so that's why he pretends.

But there is a way.

He just... needs to talk it out with Suitcase and Balloon.

That being said, thank you for reading this.

[aromaticpetals]

𝑆𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑟~

Apologies, apologies! I was hoping to get this out months ago.. Anywho, here is our lovely Thoma! (Please give me more requests, I can't stand how I haven't got a single one abt women- Surely I didn't deserve this harsh treatment despite being very busy, no?)

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: 𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠 + 𝚂𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 + 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Let's get into it, yeah?~

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚, your one and only knight in shining armor.. Of course, what else would you expect from such a perfect man? (Surely not js a malewife?) After being with him for a chaotic two years, he at last popped the question! (Who would you be to say no to your dream man?~)

Now that the two of you had gotten home, after hours of receiving gifts in appraisal of your marriage (Especially from the Kamisato siblings) and finishing glass after glass of dandelion wine, you and your beloved 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 were quite drunk (Mainly you..).. In all honesty, you weren't sure about how he managed to seem sober despite having almost as many glasses as you did- You of course had to catch his attention since he had been zoned out for a solid 15 minutes, calling out in a soft but equally drunk tone "Thoma? Thoma, sweetheart, I need to use you as a support for a moment..". He turned his head in the direction of your voice as his posture immediately straightened, giving you the opportunity to latch onto him and use him to steady yourself -which of course- activated his responsible instincts! He picked you up with ease, holding you against his broad (but squish-able) chest as if to protect you, making his way to your shared room and plopping you down onto the queen sized mattress. Your head swiveled around, inspecting the area change before laying back onto the countless pillows, your arms extending outwards to him as your lips uttered small but meaningful words "C'mere, I'm cold..". Who was he to deny his beloved wife warmth? And so, he layed atop you before noticing his mistake, you couldn't breathe under his daddy dumplings because of how small you are!

(Rookie mistake- *cough cough*)

Thoma quickly arose from his position, wrapping an arm around your waist before flipping the positions, you now sitting atop him as he admired your every curve and body feature. In your opinion, it was very difficult to ignore how hard he had gotten hard just from being in one of his favorite positions- He cooed in a caring tone "My beloved.. Do you realize what all I could do with how small you-" You quickly shut him up, your lips pressing against his somewhat chapped ones in a hungry manner, as if you had been starved of his touch. (Now we all know that you weren't starved-) Your hands skimmed down his muscular frame, undoing his formal slacks and tugging them down along with his boxers in one swift move, your eyes taking notice of his surprised expression as a smirk made its way onto your face. You quickly -but clumsily- took off your clothing articles, tossing them aside with his before staring at him, observing as he shuddered under each light touch. It wasn't long before he muttered "Please..", an indication that he was feeling- needy? Wow.. It was rare for him to be submissive yet here you were, taking a moment to properly align his member with your entrance, slowly sinking down until you saw a little bulge on your stomach. You watched and cooed soft words of praise as his face contorted in pleasure, giggling as the pace of your bouncing differed greatly depending on the octave of his blissful moans.. He was practically putty when under the influence of alcohol despite his sober façade! You couldn't help but smile as you showed no mercy, quickly bouncing atop him as tears gathered in his eyes and his voice started to grow hoarse. It didn't take long for him to cum, but you didn't stop, there was a reason why you didn't dance much at the after party of your wedding -you wanted to preserve your energy for this moment, despite being drunk!- You leaned down, pressing gentle kisses against his neck and chest before littering both areas in bite marks and hickeys, all while maintaining your steady pace atop his rather- thick n large member- and listening to his pretty moans. You repeatedly the process for a straight 24 minutes, managing to milk five climaxes from him meanwhile you only orgasmed twice! You gave him a moment to breathe and gather his thoughts, rising off of him and laying beside him, of course knowing how cum was actively dripping down your thighs.. Despite the both of you being drunk, he had taken notice of how many times *you* had came compared to himself, quickly rolling over and settling between your legs as he muttered "Please, let me help..". You raised a finger to his lips as a smile graced your lips, whispering "Thoma, my love.. You need to rest, don't push your limits for my pleasure, mk?~" before your arms wrapped around him, tugging him into a calming cuddle session as you drifted off to sleep.. (Ignoring the fact that you couldn't breathe under his luscious Mounds, eh?~) As he laid atop you, still awake, he then knew that it was the right choice marrying and deciding to start a family with *you*..

And THAT'S why you should be proud that you're you and nobody else, you got that?! You matter, and you have plenty of people who love and appreciate you! (Including me! You went through the trouble of reading this, and that makes me smile knowing I did well with telling you this)

[chaotic-super]

Background Rhythm

Read it on AO3 here!

“Come on, you won’t feel any better if you just sit and wallow alone in your loft.”

Lena pulls Kara through the bar by her hand, her grip tight so she doesn’t lose her through the crowd that seems to be getting thicker by the second.

“I won’t have to sit and wallow alone in my loft if you stay and hang out with me. I’d much prefer to be there than here. This isn’t my scene, Lena.”

“I know, but what better time to push yourself and enjoy everything life has to offer than when you’re feeling a bit shitty?”

Kara sighs and lets Lena pull her through the tightly packed space. She’s not a big fan of it, and people are standing too close for comfort. She keeps her grip on Lena’s hand tight, afraid that a single moment of distraction will cause them to be separated and then her buoy in this ocean of people will be lost.

Lena pulls her to the bar and wraps her arm around her waist to keep her close, the bare skin of her forearm pressing against the small of Kara’s back, the skin there deliciously exposed by the crop top Lena insisted she wear mainly for her selfish enjoyment but under the guise of making her look hot as hell to get back at her loser of an ex.

Kara watches Lena closely as she orders for the pair of them, her eyes lingering on the sharp curve of her jaw and the confidence held in the stiffness of her neck. She trails her gaze down that neck, and then she settles on her collarbones before flicking her gaze away abruptly when she realizes how much she wants to lick them. Totally not appropriate.

She shouldn’t be thinking about Lena like this, not when she’s being a good friend and getting her out of her loft and away from the pity party she’s been throwing herself since finding out her loser of an ex was cheating on her.

Mike was by no means a great boyfriend, but he was sweet, and he was someone Kara could always laugh with. There might not have been the greatest level of support, but she was always able to look past that because while he wasn’t there for her, he was more than she had without him, and somehow, that was enough.

It made it sting all the more when she found out what he was doing behind her back. He wasn’t even making up for being shitty behind her back when they were together. He was cheating on her with multiple women for the entirety of their relationship and still had the balls to complain when she made him pick his socks up off the floor or take his feet off the coffee table. It would have been nice to find out a different way though, because finding her boyfriend and a random woman getting steamy in her shower in the middle of the day was not fun, and she’ll never look at her bathroom the same way.

Mike admitted to what he did after a little pushing but it was probably just to hurt her after she kicked him out of her place and made it clear they were no longer together. She can’t even understand how he managed to get with so many girls though; he’s nothing special in the sack.

Lena touches her arm and it makes her jump. “Hey, you ok?”

“Yeah, just thinking.” Kara plasters a smile on her face, one that is faker than the one the bartender is currently giving a drunken patron down on the other side of the bar.

“About Mike?”

“Yeah, just thinking about how much of a douche he is,” Kara admits. “Mostly just wondering how he managed to find so many other women to sleep with when he was so mediocre. They must have all been one-night stands because there’s no way anyone was coming back for more.”

Lena snickers from her side. “Now that’s the attitude you should be having. You’ve gotten past the part where you’re just sad and missing him. I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah, but it’s making me realize how pathetic I was to date him in the first place.” Kara shrugs, taking a large gulp of the drink Lena ordered for her. She winces when it reaches her throat. Whatever Lena got for her is strong.

A frown covers Lena’s face and she takes a second to look around the bar, her focus drawn to an empty booth across the room. She grabs Kara’s hand again and rushes them over to it before it gets snagged up. It’s still covered in empty glasses from the last group that was here, but she just pushes them into a little pile on one side of the table and tucks herself and Kara into the opposite side of the booth.

“Now that we’re not surrounded by a bunch of sweaty people, I can tell you that you’re the least pathetic person I know. I might not know what was going through your head when you decided to date the human embodiment of that one fork you always avoid in your cutlery drawer because it has weird vibes, but I do know you, and I know that you’re not pathetic.”

Kara shakes her head. “I think I was just using him.”

Lena’s eyebrows furrow. “I don’t think you could use someone if you tried, no offence. You’re too nice.”

“Not on purpose, I don’t think. Looking back at it though, I’m sort of realizing that I wasn’t with him for the right reasons.”

Lena covers Kara’s hand with her own and shuffles close to her side so their thighs touch and she can pull their joined hands into her lap. “How so?”

“I was only with him because it was better than being alone.” Kara’s voice is small but the words are so sure. “I don’t want to be alone, Lena.”

Kara hadn’t intended on being so direct, but there’s just something about the sudden onslaught of emotions, Lena’s caring face and her soft voice that draws it out of her like it’s the easiest thing on the planet.

Lena wraps her arms around her, pulling her close so Kara’s head rests against her shoulder. “You’re not alone, Kara. I’ll never leave you alone, I promise. “

Kara clings to Lena, her fingers digging into her back like she’s afraid Lena will pull back and make a break for it at any minute despite her being blocked in the booth.

The fingers in her back hurt, but Lena’s not letting go for anything. Not until Kara is secure enough to do so and believes every word she says. “I got you. I’m not going anywhere, I swear it. I’m right here and you’re not alone.”

“Lena,” Kara whispers, adjusting her grip but staying just as close. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

“Am I a bad person for using him like that?” She whispers her question.

Lena just barely shrugs, but being so close to her, Kara feels the tiny movement. “I don’t think so. I think that people do silly things when they’re scared, and I think he’s enough of an ass that he deserved it anyway.”

Kara nods against her. “I’m sorry I’m ruining the night. We haven’t even got through one drink yet and I’m already a mess.”

“That’s ok. I brought you here to help you move on. It seems as though my idea of a boozy night isn’t what you need. It’s an emotional chat kind of day.” Lena cards her fingers through Kara’s hair, fully aware of the way Kara always relaxes when she does that.

“Can we get out of here?” Kara asks, her eyes begging until she spots their still full glasses. “After our drinks though.”

Lena sighs. “Yeah, sure.” She’s disappointed that her plan hasn’t worked and made Kara feel better, but she can see that Kara is getting uncomfortable being here when she’s so emotional and by the way she keeps turning her head towards the crowd, she must be self-conscious.

“Are you upset?”

“No, darling. I’m not upset. We can leave whenever you want.” Lena is quick to reassure her, so she doesn’t have time to filter out the pet name before it leaves her mouth.

Kara doesn’t mind it at all though, her cheeks flushing. Nobody has ever given her a pet name outside of her family before. Even past boyfriends only ever called her by her name. Her head ducks forward, her eyes closing as she follows through with the movement. She lifts it again after a moment, keenly aware of Lena’s gaze on the side of her face, probably focusing on her blushing cheeks.

“Ok.” Kara breathes, her fingers circling her glass before bringing it to her face for a healthy sip.

“Ok,” Lena repeats, following Kara’s lead and taking a sip of her drink. She scoots back to give her a little more space to breathe but stays close nonetheless, her knee resting against Kara’s.

There are several moments in which Lena thinks about starting up a conversation, but each time she opens her mouth, she sees the distant look in Kara’s eyes and the way she’s lost in thought. It’s better just to let her work out her feelings before pushing her to talk again.

Their glasses get steadily emptier and emptier as the minutes tick by, and once they are both empty, Lena pushes them across the table to join the other empty glasses over there. The movement breaks Kara out of her distant staring and she looks up to meet Lena’s eyes. “Sorry. I’m not exactly making this a fun night for you, am I?”

“That’s not what tonight was about. Tonight is about you; we can do whatever you want.” Lena bumps her shoulder into Kara’s gently. “If you want to sit and stare, we can sit and stare.”

“And if I want to dance instead?”

Lena rolls her eyes good-naturedly but is worried that Kara’s just saying that because she feels bad that all they’ve done for the past few minutes is sit in silence. “I suppose I can make that happen but I must warn you, I don’t know how to dance properly in a club.”

“Me neither. I don’t think I know how to dance outside of a club either, so we’re as bad as one another.” A smile sneaks its way onto Kara’s face, and Lena’s worry ebbs away with it.

Lena shakes her head, offended that Kara has no faith in her dancing skills. “Hey, I can dance outside of a club, just not in one.”

“Really?” Kara sounds genuinely surprised and Lena shoves her arm in response.

“Yes! Why is that so shocking?”

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the type. What kind of dancing do you do?”

“I can dance ballroom,” Lena says casually, although her cheeks flush. She’s just grateful the dim light hides it somewhat.

“Really?” Kara’s eyes light up. “Where did you learn to do that?”

Lena tilts her head, cracking her neck and making Kara wince before she answers. “I’m a Luthor. I didn’t get a choice. Lillian made sure I had the training she deemed necessary. Being a trained ballroom dancer was never a choice I would have made for myself.”

“So if you had professional training, does that mean that you’re good at it?” Kara’s grin is growing larger by the second, and her eyes are getting predatory in a way that shows her true intentions.

“When have I ever not been good at something, Kara? Of course I’m good at it.”

“Can you show me?”

There it is. Lena could see that coming. “Perhaps we should head out then, huh? I don’t think even my skills can work with club music. I’ll call my driver and get him to come and get us, and then we’ll go to my place.”

“Yes!” Kara hisses in celebration, her fist pumping in the air. “I’m so excited.”

“Whatever. You better get ready though because you’re about to have a ballroom lesson when we get back to my place. You might want to go and grab some water before we go so you’re not dancing on wobbly feet.”

“Ok.” Kara dives out of the booth with no more prompting necessary. “I’ll get you one too.”

Lena watches her go, her eyes pinned on her retreating form. She’s not a big fan of ball dancing. She wasn’t lying when she admitted to being good at it, but it’s never been a passion of hers. However, she needed a way to wipe the sad look off Kara’s face, and she succeeded. It’s insane what she’s willing to do with that woman.

She truly doesn’t understand how anyone could be as stupid as Mike. How could he cheat on Kara when he had the world’s most beautiful and wonderful woman to himself? Lena can only imagine what that would feel like.

Kara is leaning up against the bar, and it takes a moment for Lena to come to her senses and get in touch with her driver, Frank, so he can come and get them.

She tucks her phone away as Kara comes back with two glasses. “He’s not far away, only ten minutes.”

“We better hurry then. We’ll go and wait outside for him in a minute. Drink your water.” Kara instructs her, already chugging hers out of excitement to get out of here so she can see Lena dance. She hasn’t been as excited about anything in a while.

Lena sips her water, not particularly bothered about leaving it half-finished by the time Kara has finished hers and instead ushering Kara out of the booth once more and towards the door.

Together, they fight their way through the crowds, and Lena questions why she ever thought a club was a good idea since neither of them goes to clubs regularly and are much more inclined to stay in for a quiet night. She supposes she thought a change would get Kara out of her funk. It might have worked to an extent, but it’s not something she would do again.

They clamber into the back of the car in a mix of unruly limbs and Kara settles beside Lena without a care of how much she’s leaning into her, not that Lena minds. They spend the entire journey so entwined they might as well be playing Twister.

Kara almost pulls Lena’s arm out of its socket as she drags her up to her penthouse, the blonde impatient to see her dance.

“Slow down, slow down.” Lena chuckles as Kara taps her foot while she unlocks the door.

“Lena,” Kara whines when she makes a show of opening the door extra slowly.

Lena giggles to herself. “Come on. We’ll have to move some of the furniture out of the way.”

Kara nods quickly, following her inside before heading right to the middle of the room. “What do you want me to move?”

Kara’s impatience makes Lena shake her head again. “You do know that ballroom dancing is about grace and poise, right? Maybe a little bit of patience will get you in the right state of mind for learning. We have all night, Kara, just relax.”

The words hit Kara deeply, and she drops her head forward for a second while she takes a deep breath, making a conscious effort to let go of all the tension in her shoulders.

She looks back up at Lena afterwards with a much more relaxed expression, and Lena smiles at her. “Much better. Let’s move the couch and coffee table first.”

They each grab an end of each piece of furniture and shuffle it as far back as they can so there’s a large empty space in the middle of the living room. Lena crinkles her nose at the rug. “That thing is heavier than it looks, but if we want the true ballroom experience then we need the hardwood floors.”

“I got it.” Kara offers. “I’ll roll it, and then we can drag it away together.”

“Ok. I’ll set up the music while you do that.” Lena grabs her phone and connects it to her speakers. She has to find a decent playlist, so it takes her a few moments to set it up. The music rings out gently, all slow and delicate to start with.

Kara is waiting for her with the rolled rug, so she grabs the opposite end and they heave it out of the way and prop it against the nearest wall.

“Ready?”

Kara nods. “Show me what you’ve got.” She gestures to the empty space in the living room and takes a step back.

“Ah, ah. We’re in this together. You’re dancing with me, just follow my lead.” Lena pulls Kara into the middle of the room and guides her hands to where she wants them, one hand clasped in hers and the other on her shoulder while Lena places hers on Kara’s hip. “Follow my feet.”

Lena starts them off as slow as she can, not paying any mind to the rhythm of the music while she’s just showing her the basics, but as Kara gets the hang of it, she speeds them up to match it until they are turning and stepping in time with the melody.

A couple of songs in and Kara finally garners enough courage to look up rather than at her feet because she’s afraid she’ll step on Lena’s toes.

Their eyes meet and Kara’s mouth is split into a toothy grin that toothpaste commercial actresses would be jealous of.

Lena’s not focused on her smile though. Not when she’s got a close-up view of the blue eyes that haunt her dreams and nightmares alike, the ones she sees every time she closes her eyes and the ones that inspire the majority of decisions she makes.

Unbeknownst to her, Kara is having the exact same thoughts, her mind buffering because she can’t handle the emerald-green eyes staring back at her. She clears her throat when her brain decides to start functioning again. “You’re really good at this.” She whispers.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” Lena continues guiding her, flicking her into a spin and then dipping her low, their faces so close they can feel the ghost of each other’s breaths against their lips.

Kara is pulled back up, and whether it’s the closeness, the heat of their bodies, Lena’s hand on her bare waist or a mixture of all of the above, she can’t stop herself. In a movement that is much more confident than any she’s made whilst dancing, Kara leans in and moves her hand off Lena’s shoulder to cradle the back of Lena’s head as she pushes her lips into Lena’s.

A gasp is released between their lips, but neither knows who it originated from. However, neither is about to start investigating, the kiss taking precedence over everything. Their lips move together and it’s getting rougher and more desperate by the second. Kara’s hand fists Lena’s hair, messing it up from her usual neat style, and Lena’s fingertips press into the small of Kara’s back, pinning her in place.

Their hands are still clasped together but are no longer held aloft, instead just swinging by their sides softly in time with the motion of their lips.

Oxygen becomes a problem though, and far too soon, Lena has to pull back for a breath, her forehead remaining pressed against Kara’s because she can’t bear to move away. Kara probably wouldn’t let her move away anyway though, because her hand is still in her hair and scratching softly. “What are we doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while but never had the balls to admit,” Kara whispers. “Not even to myself.” She adds.

“Me too.” Lena smiles, pushing back in for another frantic kiss, her tongue making itself known as it slides between Kara’s lips.

Kara jumps. “You have a tongue piercing?” She leans her head back to look into Lena’s eyes.

Lena presses harder against Kara’s back, unhappy with the sudden distance. “Yeah, want to feel it?”

“Definitely.” Kara allows herself to be pulled back in, and Lena allows her to experience that piercing close-up. She gets lost in the sensations of it and the music that is still marching on in the background, and now that she’s tuned into the endless rhythm, she’s aware of the way Lena is dancing her tongue to the beat of the music, completely dominating her mouth and claiming it as her own with the poise and grace of a ballroom dancer.

Kara would have thought the next step would be obvious; they would head somewhere soft, and they would become considerably more naked, but instead Lena just lifts their dangling arms once more and begins pulling her around the room again in a slow, gentle wave, their dancing continuing with their lips pressed together.

There’s no escape from Lena. She’s all-encompassing and the only steady thing in the room despite being the thing moving the most. Kara doesn’t want to escape; she wants to be closer.

They somehow gravitate even closer, so close there’s no room for even the strongest of breezes between their bodies. Lena’s lips retreat for a moment, but only so kisses can trail across Kara’s cheek and then down her neck where those lips attack her vulnerable flesh.

Kara happily leans her head back to give Lena all the space she wants, and she’s made even happier when Lena presses a leg between her own, bringing them impossibly closer. The hand on her back slides down to grip her butt and push her hips into the thigh nestled between hers, and the sound that comes out of her mouth in response is nothing but guttural.

The moan breaks Lena out of her Kara-induced spell and she releases her neck to ask, “What about Mike? Is this a rebound thing?”

Kara peers at her through half-mast eyelids. “Who?”

“Good.” Lena smiles, forcibly rolling Kara’s hips into her thigh. “Very good.”

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[love-islike-abomb]

I can't help falling in love with you

Roman reigns x OC Raven

Warnings: kissing under the mistletoe has its origins in paganism specifically druids. It was associated with fertility hence why people kissed underneath it. I feel better today so I'm gonna start writing again. Mainly fluff, errors I may have missed. Jimmy is also in this fic.

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @helensanders92 @heerah34 @lilucey @mindfulofmani @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @reignsxlove @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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I walked to the women's locker room and changed into my gear. My persona was Raven. A dark character who modeled herself after the last great Bray Wyatt and Somewhat of a vigilanti, like sting. Being a darker persona had allowed me to be myself and I had gained a lot of friends because of it but the one person I always wanted to talk to but never could was the tribal chief himself. I'd had a crush on him for years and Jimmy was one of the few who knew. Apparently he'd noticed how I looked at Roman with those "big goo goo eyes" as Jimmy said.

"talk to him uce!" He said

"Jimmy I can't! I'm to damn shy!" I said

"I'll be right around the corner if you need me!" He said.

I sighed heavily "fine but if it goes south you owe me!"

"it won't uce!" He smiled.

I raised an eyebrow at him as if to say 'what have you been up to?' but I let it slide.

"is he in your locker room?" I asked.

"yeah just go knock on the door" he smiled.

I raised an eyebrow at him again "ok"

I walked down the hallway to find the bloodlines locker room and went to knock on the door but my nerves got the better of me. "breathe raven" I mumbled to myself before turning back around and Knocking on the door. A few moments later the door opened and there he stood, shirtless, oiled, and his hair wet. "Raven! How are you?" He said

"hey Roman" I managed to get out. "I um... I wanted to talk to you about something can I come in?"

"yeah! Come on in" he said flashing that trademark smile that made my heart melt.

My heart was in my throat as I walked into their locker room. "where's solo?" I asked noticing all the holiday decorations that were all over their locker room.

"he's in catering but I'm pretty sure you're not here for solo" he smiled.

Shit! How? Dammit Jimmy!!

"n-no I'm not here for solo. I-" I stammered instinctively walking backwards towards the wall.

"you what" his voice was deep and his stare intense as if he was waiting for me to say what I do desperately wanted to.

I took a deep breath. It's now or never.

"i like you" I finally said it and he smiled. I blushed heavily my shyness taking over realizing what I had just done. I had finally told the man i'd had a crush on all this time what I felt in only 3 words. That tough exterior I had melted away and the little girl that still lived in me was screaming inside my head. My heart was pounding as he walked towards me "look up baby girl" he smiled.

I looked up and saw mistletoe and realized he had been backing me towards it. He knew all along but was waiting for me to come to him to say it. "How did you know?" I asked.

"Jimmy" he said "but don't get mad at Jimmy. I coaxed it out of him. Because I've liked you for a while to but Jimmy said you were shy"

I smiled widely "well there is mistletoe above us" my nerves had melted away and the butterflies had taken over. He did this because he liked me to! To know he did made my heart soar.

He looked at me and smiled "can I kiss you?"

"please?" I smiled back.

He put his massive hands in my waist and pulled me to him crashing his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck before putting my hands on either side of his face, his lips were incredibly soft and he tasted like mint.

"it's about time!" I heard

"fucking dammit Jimmy! Theres this thing called knocking!" I said burying my face in his oily chest to hide the blush that formed on my face

"Jimmy get out! NOW!" roman bellowed.

I heard the door shut and felt his hand touch my chin before raising my head to look at him "will you be my girl raven?" He smiled.

"I thought you'd never ask!!"

[intynidad]

yandere oc

Isaac the customer 

it was a quiet evening that day, the cafe you worked at was in a slow period and you were enjoying yourself listening to music behind the counter.

That's until the bell indicates the appearance of a new customer. you sadly put your headphones away and prepare yourself to go into your Costumer-service mood.

“hi, and welcome to the magnolia cafe. what can I get started for you?”

“ill take my usual, Y/N.”

“oh! sorry, Isaac I didn't notice it was you, so a black coffee with sugar and a cinnamon roll?”

I want you

“yeah, just make sure the cinnamon roll is not you, I don't know if I can handle all that sweetness” 

omg, that was so cringe why did I say that now they'll hate me I'm so stupid i-

“pff you are so silly, give me a minute and ill get back to you!”

of course, Isaac knew that it was a slow time

of fucking course he knew you were all alone in the cafe and it would be the perfect moment to strike up a conversation

he would be a fool if he didn't know, mainly because he has been watching you through the abandoned building a block away with his telescope 

you were just so pretty and so smart and he loves how you smell and how he wishes he could kiss youandholdyouclosebuthellprobablydieifhedoesthatomgtheyhopetheyarenotdroolingbutofcoursetheywoulddrollforyoulikehaveyouseenyourself-

“aac?”

huh?

“you got lost in your thought for a second there, haha”

“oh, umm yeah sorry about that. just a lot of work and I lost myself for a second”  lost thinking about you “what did you just say?”

“I said, here is your order”

“ oh yea thanks, sugar cube” I'm literally so cringe I wanna die

“Anything for my best customer,” you said giving him a small wink

oh how he adores you 

he remembers the first time he meet you. he was cold and shivering. a storm had broken up out of nowhere and he was fucking soaking.

he had taken shelter under the entrance of a small building. but before he could continue to curse his luck. the voice of a literal angel broke his thoughts

“my god! are you ok?”

he looks.

one blink

two blinks

three blinks

“Sir, are you ok?”

four blinks

“Please come inside, you'll freeze if you stay in the rain”

is he dreaming?

and then you take him by the arm and offer him a cup of coffee and a warm cinnamon roll.

is this what they call love at first sight?

a few days later Isaac comes back

and again

and again

and again

and again

and again

he becomes a regular. ordering the same thing you gave him the day your souls crossed paths 

if he wasn't so much of a coward he would ask you out 

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The customer

Name: Isaac Barlowe

Age: 26 

Pronouns: He/they

Personality: an emotionless businessman that was bored of life until he meets his darling. life still sucks but not when he is with you 

Backstory: a man that works in the chemistry field. they got stuck into an endless cycle of monotony and boredom that made them uninterested in life and other people in general. That's until he meets you and you give him color to his life. he slowly starts to circle into more obsessive thoughts about you, since you are the only thing that makes him feel alive.

he realizes at some point that what he is doing is not healthy.

he doesn't like to call himself a stalker (he totally is). he is just so enamored with you that he H A S to see every beautiful movement you make. how can you be so breathtaking without trying 

Trivia: 

he actually doesn't like coffee

he is 6’2 ft

he has thought to use his knowledge in chemistry to drug that customer that is way too clingy for his liking. but then he remembers that you might get in trouble if somebody gets sick by eating on your cafe 

he has freckles (a little insecure about them tho)

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello, there! Firstly, congrats on making 1,600 Followers!👍 I'd like prompt 🐶 with Leona, Azul and Jamil and fem! reader, please? Thanks!

Hi, thank you for the ask!

Follower event: Leona, Azul, Jamil with "Everybody loves somebody sometime, everybody falls in love somehow. Something in your kiss just told me my sometime is now"

Leona

Dang, was he always a romantic? He thought he hated how his brother would be all sweet around his wife but it was starting to make sense for some reason. Whenever Leona was around you, he almost felt himself soften. He would pull you closer to him or at least lean on you. He would often imagine himself kissing you or things like that, but of course these were just his thoughts

He didn't think he really was in love, maybe he was just going on the dates with you because he wanted to see what it was like. But he was in an emotional battle almost everyday with how he felt around you. Finally, deciding to settle things once and for all, he decided to figure out how he would feel after he kissed you

It was a nice night out and you two were sitting together on his bed. You were talking to him about your world while he was getting ready to sleep. "Hey, herbivore, come closer for a moment," he said. You looked at him, puzzled but leaning closer. That was how you got your first kiss from him.

Turns out, he actually really liked it, maybe he wasn't dreaming he liked you after all. He pulled back for a second before sneaking another kiss on your cheek. "W-what was that about!" you punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Ah don't worry about it, just wanted to see you blush," he teased. Of course he was blushing too though

Azul

He was so nervous. You two had gone on a date and it was so nice. He was finally going to ask if you wanted to make it official and he had prepared all of the words that would be used to make you his girlfriend. However, all of his preparations would fail him because you were a step ahead

Telling him that you had a gift for him, you told him to close his eyes and to keep perfectly still. "This won't be funny if you scare me," he said while closing his eyes. "Don't worry, you'll like it," you smiled. Then, without another word, you kissed him

His eyes opened and widened when he saw you brushing your lips on his. Azul's heart was racing and he felt like he was going to faint. Was this what love felt like? He felt light-headed but full of energy at the same time, it was strange but so good

After the two seconds of your gift, you asked him how he felt but he wasn't sure how to put it into words and so just nodded. But it was true, he really loved you, and this was the moment that truly confirmed everything for him

Jamil

If there was anyone in the school that was the worst at dealing with emotions, it had to be Jamil. He was great at denying himself of being true to himself, mainly because of his own background of working as a servant. But you seemed to be changing him, or at least that was what most people thought. He felt like he loved you but what if he was fooling himself?

You followed him when he went back to the Scalding Sands for the fireworks. It was fun trip, and you even got to meet his little sister! It was Najma who actually convinced you to try and kiss him during the fireworks and yeah it was a good idea

Jamil was done with the dance and had joined you as one of the audience members when his work was finished. "How is it?" he asked, sitting down next to you. "It's beautiful, like you of course," you smiled at him, making him blush lightly and look away. "Hey, look at me," you tapped his shoulder to catch his attention. "What is it-" before he could finish his sentence he had gotten a kiss from you

It made his heart race, it was the confirmation he needed to realize yeah he really liked you. But it was all at the cost of his face turning red and him making an awkward gasp when you pulled away after the one second peck-on-the-lips. "Ah! Are you alright?!" you weren't sure if you scared him, and he just sat there dumbfounded. "Wow..." that was all he could muster. "...I didn't think the fireworks could resemble what's going on inside my heart but here I am," he sighed. You smiled at him and leaned on his shoulder

[buckybarnes32557]

So, I had a few thoughts, mainly about the Endgame ending, cause it SUCKED.

What if Steve made a mistake?

What if the ring wasn't for Peggy? (Because we know, in the movie, it was)

Endgame has a shitty ending.

(More bad thoughts about the ending, how dare)

So, I wrote a thing.

I could've done better. I mean, I had made something similar quite a bit ago, but I accidentally deleted it.

But it was also pretty late when I wrote this.

*DING*

Bucky checks his phone, noticing it's Sam who texted me. He shifts to sit more comfortably on my couch as he checks.

Sam|So, don't get mad|7:59 PM

Bucky|What did you do?|7:59 PM

Sam|You'll see|8:00 PM

He should be at your door any moment now|8:00 PM

Bucky|What do you mean by 'he'?|8:00 PM

Who's 'he'?|8:00 PM

Sam|You'll find out soon|8:00 PM

Bucky hears footsteps, realizing they sound vaguely familiar. The footsteps are followed by a knock at my door.

Bucky gets up and walks over to the door to open it. A man is at the door.

". . . Bucky?"

Bucky freezes, staring at the man in shock. The man takes a step forward but stops when Bucky steps back. A couple of minutes pass before he speaks, still trying to process.

"You look. . . younger. . . Steve."

"Yeah. I know. Listen, Bucky-"

Once Bucky's over the shock, he slams the door shut.

"Bucky, please," Steve begs.

"Go away," Bucky tells him.

Bucky hears Steve sigh and then hears his footsteps departing. He relaxes a little, but then hear a door open and shut.

He groans and slides to the floor, tears brimming his eyes.

Then he takes a deep breath and wipes the tears away. He pulls his phone out and texts Sam.

Bucky|Really?|8:04 PM

Sam|I had to|8:04 PM

Bucky|Fuck you. And don't talk to me. For now, at least|8:04 PM

Sam|Alright. I understand|8:04 PM

Bucky drops his phone and curls up into a ball, quietly sobbing. All those feelings he had bottled up before coming back in full force.

He can hear Steve's footsteps. He's pacing. He's nervous and worried. It's easy to tell.

Bucky sighs and leans his head back, wondering how Steve got back in the first place. With a small yawn, Bucky gets up, grabs his phone, and gets dressed for bed.

At this time, it would be considered early for most. But it usually takes a couple of hours, if not more, for Bucky to fall asleep.

He turns on the TV, nothing too interesting on there. Bucky changes the channel by accident and end up on the news. Video footage of someone.

Video footage of Steve. He's panicked, a nervous wreck. Nothing like the way he looked when he appeared at my door.

"A few days ago, Captain America reappe-"

Bucky listens for a little longer, just watching. Steve looks so. . .

Lost.

Nothing like he'd usually look. He's always so confident and sure of himself.

The footage, however, suggests he's not in his right mind. Everyone keeps asking him questions. "Where did you go? Why give your shield away? Are you aware of the rumors?"

And he's ignoring them, just repeating a question of his own.

"Where's my Bucky?"

Bucky watches for a moment longer, taking in the panic in Steve's eyes. But despite obviously having his emotions all over the place, he takes care to be gentle and polite when trying to move through the crowd that had gathered around him.

Then Bucky switches to another channel, not wanting to see or hear another second of it. He can't.

"Hey, Bucky. Where's my Bucky? Bucky, please!"

He just can't.

.

.

.

The next morning, Bucky wakes up, hearing the TV. Thankfully, no nightmares.

He gets up, gets dressed, and walks out of his apartment.

"Bucky!"

Bucky inhales deeply before turning to look at Steve.

"Yes? Do not touch me," Bucky tell him when he tries to step closer.

Steve looks a little hurt but nods and steps away.

"I'm sorry, talking to you would've been the first thing I did if I knew where to find you. But I just need you to know I-i made a mistake."

"A mistake?"

"Yes. I never meant to stay in the past and abandon everyone. I'd never do that on purpose. Not to you."

Steve's words confuse him. Bucky thought he was still in love with Peggy.

"So, you didn't go to Peggy?"

". . . I did. I had a date. It went well. But that didn't mean I wanted to stay with her."

Bucky tilts his head slightly, giving Steve a curious glare.

"Why couldn't you come back?"

"I. . . dammit, Bucky. You really have to ask me that? I don't know what happened. When it didn't bring me back, I realized I was stuck. I tried so hard to come back. Please, you gotta believe me," Steve tries to explain, noticing Bucky's doubtful look.

"How am I supposed to? I saw you Steve! When you were old and skinny and weak and had a ring on your finger! Who the hell did you marry, cause I know it wasn't me?!"

Steve looks so sad with the way he stares at Bucky. So sad and pathetic and-

Oh.

Steve looks heartbroken by his accusations.

"I didn't marry anyone in the past. I never planned on it."

"Then why have the ring?"

"It was for you."

What a mess.

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[pokemenlovingmen]

Hello!! I keep reading your ingo writing and man I love how you write him;; I am so gay for this man the closet is made of glass. Also MALE READER BLOG!!! PUNCHING THE AIR IN JOY AND GOING STIMMY MODE RN!!! AND RUN BY A TRANSMASC MOD!! JUST LIKE ME FR!!!!

I wanna request while I have the chance, I was thinking Ingo and a s/o with an overprotective Houndoom? I absolutely love Houndooms because 1: they look like my dog irl, and 2: big dogy :] ;; i just think it’d be cute and kinda funny to see Ingo try and win over his boyfriend’s big and mildly threatening dog.

Tysm!! <33

I… have nothing to say for myself for my absence. Life has been painful. I’m so so sorry my friend, your request has been the one I’ve been sitting on all this time.

But omg you’re so sweet thank you for the compliments!! I’m glad that you like my Ingo, he and Emmet are both written by me to lean unashamedly into hard autism territory so maybe that’s what it is lol.

And wow tbh I was considering not including that I was transmasc (still a bit… nervous in gay male spaces as someone who’s transmasc. I know it isn’t true, but I’m so worried of being perceived as not a man or less of a man in those spaces.) but I’m glad I did because I’ve pulled so many trans guys in to visit this blog and!! Big solidarity!! I’m giving each and every one of you a Platonic Kiss on the head

Meeting the Real Boss — Ingo x male Houndoom trainer Reader

⚫️ — Don’t let that serious face fool you, Ingo is just as soft and sappy as his more emotive brother. When he fell for you—that mysterious stranger who shook up the Super Singles Line that fateful day, he fell hard.

⚫️ — You were seen around Nimbasa the following days, but Ingo assumed you were just visiting, as he’d never seen you in the area before. So time to talk to you was limited, at least in his eyes. That was enough of an excuse to get him to give up and write you off as a passing fancy—but it was not enough of an excuse for Emmet who, the moment he found out his brother had developed a crush on one of the challengers, would stop at nothing to get you two talking. (Because he can lack all the social skills he wants and have as little confidence as any grown man could have in his speaking ability, but if it meant getting his dear brother a boyfriend, Emmet would turn into a social savant right then and there.)

⚫️ — So yeah, your relationship with Ingo started out interacting with Emmet more, mainly because every time Emmet not at ALL subtly dragged his brother over to talk to you, Ingo genuinely couldn’t look you in the eyes.

⚫️ — But eventually you guys got together via bonding through—how else?—battling! There was a love language Ingo could get behind, and after your repeat challenges became a constant thing at the Battle Subway, sometimes multiple times a day, he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out after telling himself he’d do so if he won your battle today. He did, and one nervous coffee date later, you two actually managed to start properly talking without needing Emmet (Emmet, of all people, even HE is shocked!) as the middleman.

⚫️ — All is well. You both share a great passion for battling—of course—and you find all his little quirks from his loud voice to stone face adorable. You definitely know you’re onto something real when you actually make him happily stim in public after saying he looks so cute and excited when he talks about the subway, something Ingo has tried incredibly hard to iron out through all the masking he’s done all his life. To be honest, you absolutely have him wrapped around your finger, but it’s okay, because you’re a total fool for him as well and would do anything to make him happy.

⚫️ — But as you two begin pondering how to define your relationship, wondering if it’s time to make things official, your Houndoom starts to realize Ingo is going to be more and more of a presence in your life as much more than a casual friend. And he takes issue with that.

⚫️ — Houndoom was always fine with Ingo before. The thrill of battling on the subway and having such worthy opponents was something you could tell Houndoom savored, which made it all the stranger that he began getting worryingly aggressive around Ingo.

⚫️ — You wanted to ask him to be your boyfriend officially a few times now, only for Houndoom to intrude by putting himself between you and Ingo, growling all the while as if he could sense what you were about to ask and did not like it.

⚫️ — Houndoom means well, he really does. He knows what happens when humans get close like this and knows that if you and Ingo continue down that path, he’ll be in your life all the time. Maybe even where you live. Maybe sleeping beside you. There to see you at your best and your worst and, most concerningly, your most vulnerable. But you only met recently, and even if his Pokemon seem to indicate he’s trustworthy, that doesn’t mean anything! You’re a part of the pack to Houndoom, and he is not about this total stranger (at least, a total stranger by his standards) being a permanent fixture in your life. How on earth could he earn the right to be by your side so easily? No, you’re part of his pack, and Houndoom is hellbent to keep you safe from the encroaching outsider.

⚫️ — (Does he completely miss how happy Ingo makes you? A bit—the protectiveness fogs up his perception, okay? And even if he does make you happy, Houndoom thinks the month and a half or so you’ve known each other for is not long enough to just welcome Ingo into the family with open arms.)

⚫️ — Ingo is… troubled, to say the least. He’s worried your Pokemon disliking him will make you dislike him, which you assure him otherwise. Even still, the Houndoom line is not native to Unova and Ingo knows very little about it, therefore he has absolutely no idea how to proceed. Unova has the Growlithe and Lillipup families, but they’re much more good-natured than this. Still, he loves you, and while he’s worried about causing friction with you and your Pokemon, your assurances that he’s fine are (relatively) enough to spur him to try and make peace with Houndoom.

⚫️ — Treats were some of the first things he tried, to minimal success. The only reason Houndoom let him into the house that day at all was because you begged and pleaded for him to lay off your boyfriend, and even then he watched you two like a hawk. Treats Ingo brought and Houndoom’s favorite snacks that you already had in the home did nothing to persuade him. Attempts to play? No. And Ingo knows better than to even think about petting him.

⚫️ — Eventually Ingo just starts rather desperately trying to exist around your Houndoom’s wrath. He loves you and doesn’t want to break the news but. Your Houndoom scares him.

⚫️ — You can’t say he didn’t try, though.

⚫️ — But then! One day, you get sick. It’s a pretty nasty stomach bug that lasts for a day but wreaks havoc while it’s there. You’re practically bed-bound from the severe nausea, but Ingo is there the entire time, fretting over you and caring for you like any good boyfriend should. Houndoom’s prerogative is the same. He’s worried for you and wants you to feel better. So while Ingo is bringing you plenty of fluids, nausea medication, blankets and pillows, Houndoom is there to cuddle up and keep you warm and calm. It’s just that… it’s very hard for Ingo to care for you when Houndoom won’t leave your side and growls whenever he gets close.

⚫️ — This time, though, Ingo doesn’t shy away. He’s too worried for you and even though Houndoom is being incredibly threatening and there is a part of him a bit worried for his own safety, he brushes right past Houndoom’s huffing and puffing to keep caring for you. He brings you water and helps lift the bottle to your lips while Houndoom snarls. He sits at the bedside and dabs at your face with a damp towel while getting death glares. His need to be wary of your Pokemon is greatly outweighed by his need to take care of you. Essentially, they’re both fighting for the role of your primary caretaker.

⚫️ — Time goes on, though, and Houndoom definitely notices how his snarling and snapping isn’t stopping Ingo from aiding you. And after all these negative interactions, Houndoom is finally stifling his concerns and instead just quietly watching. Then helping. He and Ingo have a common goal here. And while Ingo is certainly surprised to find the defensive Fire-type suddenly aiding him, it’s a welcome change. In seeing his dedication to you at your most vulnerable, Houndoom has at last deemed the Subway Master as a worthy partner.

⚫️ — While you’re sick, they continue working together to care for you until their own energy is spent. You wake up in the morning, a bit sweaty and nauseous, but otherwise feeling far better. And you look over to the foot of the bed where Houndoom usually curls up to see Ingo right there with him, resting his head on Houndoom’s side—the both of them are fast asleep, knocking out together after such long and dedicated day caring for you while you were sick. The hostility Houndoom regards Ingo with seems completely gone as he lets him rest against him to sleep. You can’t remember much of what happened last night, but you know both of your boys here were caring for you with all the love in the world…

⚫️ — And though you had been thinking this about Ingo for a while now, seeing Houndoom accept him at last really solidified the fact that Ingo was “the one”.

[markipliers-madhouse]

Hello? Hello Hello?

...Well, this place has been dead for a little bit, hasn't it?

Mentioned a little bit before on that collab piece I did, but figured I'd be better to do a full post bout it here!

So, this AU...has been laying dormant for quite some time, and there's not really any excuses for that. I've just been a little busy with school and life in general, but mainly...haven't had much motivation to do it in all honesty, and their's two main factors to that unmotivation.

1. I kinda realized I'd be needing to write a lot for this story, and though I love writing in general...the scope of this would be like writing a few novels if I continued on, and I just wouldn't have the time or sanity to do that, but more on that later for a solution...

And 2. ...I kinda fell out of FNaF for a moment. Well- Not entirely, I'll always love this series, but I guess it was mainly...the state of the fandom after one certain game...Security Breach. After that game came out, it kinda broke the fandom in half. One half being those who hate the game and left the franchise entirely, now seeing it as nothing but for kids and not taken seriously, and the other...well, actually kids. Y'know the ones. You know.

So that kinda left me kinda unsure for my AU, since I thought if I put stuff out now...it wouldn't really be that appreciated. From the start it was meant to harken back to the original classics of FNaF, but with the fandom mostly filled with newcomers for just this one game, and the original fans gone and unhopeful for the franchise, I just kinda...left this place dorment till I felt motivated again.

...And then the Ruin DLC happened, which gave me a spark of motivation. Seemed this franchise was starting to to head to a better place, getting some old fans back, so that's nice. Got me thinking more bout this AU again...

And then the movie happened, and now i've been slapped in the face with motivation.

SO- Guess that's my excuse for why things have been so empty, but now...I AM READY TO OFFICIALLY SAY IT IS STARTING BACK UP! And not just that...but starting fresh! ...Which, isn't saying much, since I only wrote two chapters for it...y e a h - But there's a reason I'm starting fresh, not just for improved art or retconing some of the mistakes of what I did give out, but mainly because...

I'm turning the AU into a comic!!

That's right! Gonna be drawing the whole thing start to finish! Figured this would be better to me since it's quicker then writing it all, and get to show and improve more of my art, so works out! (You can already kinda see some of that with the new pfp and header) Maybe might get some help in the future, maybe might dable in some animation, maybe a lot of things, but guess we'll just hafta see where it goes from here!

What does that mean for the previous content though? All...f o u r of it? Well, that stuff is gonna be non-canon from here on out! It'll be easier this way since those stuff have either some continuity errors that'll effect the story in the long wrong, or just simply I've changed my mind on some things and it'll be a bit more different! I'm still leaving them up, however! Just cause I think it'll be fun to see how far I've come, and ey some art pieces there weren't bad! ...Too bad...okay like one or two were d e c e n t

TLDR of it tho is this: AU's getting a reboot, gonna be made into a comic now, previous stuff is non-canon, and this page should be a bit more active now!

But yeah! Big things are coming, and I am excited to start up this AU again! I have so many plans for this story that I'm just hoping you guys will love, wanna do justice to both sides of the story! So keep an eye on this blog, might take a little longer, but hoping to get things officially and finally started soon!

And to prove some of that, before I go...you guys deserve a a bit of a sneak peak of what's to come, so...hope you enjoy these redesigns >:]

EDIT: THE SERIES HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN- READ EM HERE- AH-

[ourvanishingghosts]

hii!! may I req raihan x reader with reader being a ice type gym leader and at first they seem cold/shy but if they’re with people they trust they’re energetic?

I’d love too.

Cold as Ice

Raihan x Ice Gym Leader!Reader

You had been training under Melony for years. She wanted to retire and her son Gordie didn't want to become the new Circhester Gym Leader. So when Melony announced her retirement after training you for 4 years all the gym leaders threw her a retirement party. At the party, she made the announcement that you would take her place as the Ice Gym Leader. Everyone was a little shocked that it wasn't Gordie that would be the new gym leader. That's when she explained everything.

"Y/N has been training with me for four years. They were my choice because Gordie had expressed to me that he didn't want to do this job. Please make them feel welcome. They aren't as cold as they appear."

You met Ness, Milo, and Kabu first. They were the easiest to talk to since they were the first Gym Leaders challenges to face. Next were Bea, Allister, Opal, Piers, and Bede. You related to Bede since he to was to become the new Fairy Gym Leader. You were talking with Leon and Hop when you saw Raihan standing in the corner talking to Melony.

"Who is the guy that is talking to Melony? Is that her boyfriend?"

Hop and Leon look to see who you were talking about. Once they see that it is Raihan they both laugh hysterically. You looked at them confused. They look at you noticing that you are genuine.

"That is Raihan. He is the Hammerlocke Dragon Gym Leader. He is not dating Melony."

Hop stated

"Those two don't even consider the other as a possible romantic option."

Leon added

"Would you like to meet him, Y/N?"

Hop asked

"Oh no. He looks pretty busy at the moment."

"Raihan!"

Leon shouted causing everyone to look at you three. You cover your face out of embarrassment and hide behind Hop.

"Come over here! I have to introduce you to our new friend!"

Raihan excused himself from his conversation with Melony and headed over to you three. Once he got to you three Hop moved from being in front of you to be beside you.

"Raihan, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Raihan."

He gestured between you two, but you avoid eye contact with the tall man before you. You didn't realize that Hop and Leon left you alone with Raihan.

"Are you alright, Y/N? Do you need to lay down or get some air?"

You look at Raihan with a surprised look

"Yeah. I do need some air. Could you show me the closest exit, please?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

You blush as you follow him outside. Once you two are outside you start to calm down.

"They can be intimidating sometimes. I would know."

"Really? Who intimidated you?"

"Melony, Kabu, and Opal. Mainly Opal."

You chuckle a little

"Really, Opal?"

"Yeah. She can be scary when she wants to be."

"Fair. Maybe I should ask Bede for his opinion as well."

It was silent for three minutes before Raihan spoke up again.

"Who are you most intimidated by, Y/N?"

"You and Bea."

"Yeah. We get that a lot."

~Flash forward 2 years~

You and Raihan were having lunch at a diner in Hammerlocke. Raihan did sign some autographs and took some photos until he told everyone to go home. You had some fans since you were still a little new.

"How does it feel having some fans, Y/N?"

"It's nerve-racking. I don't want to mess up."

"That's fair. Wanna head back to my place? I promise that I will be a good boy."

You nod and head to his place. Once you were there and you saw his Pokémon you were so excited. You started to pet them and play with them. This took Raihan by surprise since you were normally so cold or shy around others. It reminded him of a pair of twins he had met once. It made him happy that you're comfortable around him and his Pokémon to be this excited and hyper. You two ended up planning playdates for your Pokémon and having sleepovers at each other's houses.

[prettywhenibleed]

dwayneshotwife asked:

Can u do a paul or dwayne version of Fem!Reader x Ghost!Marko

Okay here is the final installment of the 'Here To Stay' series..? I guess.

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖞 (𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊)

Fem!Reader x Ghost!Dwayne TW: Death, Cancer, Suicide

Another request from my old account.

I laid on my bed, the whole house silent. The only living thing in here now, was me. It has been a whole month since my mom died and I felt so completely numb. My mom and I both knew that it was coming for a while now. Stage 4 cancer. Even though I knew it was just a matter of time, I still wasn’t prepared for it. I don’t think anyone could ever prepare for something like that. I had only found out after she had died, that she left everything to me. The money, the house and everything in it. I would give it all up just to see her again. I stared blankly up at the ceiling, nothing really going through my head. Just… Blank. That was until I heard a noise from downstairs. I slowly sat up and just sat there for a few moments, trying to wrack my brain for what could have caused the noise, but I couldn’t think of anything. Deciding that I needed to go check, I slowly got up and made my way out of my room and down the old wooden stairs. I silently cursed as the next step my foot landed on, let out a rather loud creak. Shit. I cringed at the noise. I stayed still for a few moments and listened. Nothing. I let out a quiet breath and continued. 

I made my way around the whole of the downstairs but didn’t find anything. “Great. I must be going crazy now.” I muttered to myself as I walked back into the living room. Just as I reached the stairs, about to go back up to my room, someone spoke. “You’re not crazy, princess.” I froze. My eyes wide and my heart beating so fast I could swear it was about to jump out of my chest. Though, through my initial fear, I felt a weird sort of calm and comfort wash over me at the sound of the voice. It was deep, soft and gentle. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” There it was again. His voice was like honey and I was desperate to drown in it. Suddenly, I realized that I have still yet to move or speak. Slowly, I turned around. My eyes widened even more at the sight before me. There, standing in front of me, was the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in my life. He was tall and had long dark brown hair. His jaw strong and sharp and his nose much the same. His eyes were a gorgeous chocolate brown. As my eyes traveled down, I discovered that, while he was wearing a jacket, he had no shirt on, letting me admire his toned and muscular chest and stomach. He wasn’t overly muscular, but my god was he beautiful. 

He had obviously noticed my staring, the corner of his lips pulled up in a satisfied smirk as he let out a light chuckle. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and I quickly looked away. “Sorry.” I quietly muttered. Wait. Why am I apologizing? He is a stranger that somehow got into my house. Snapping my head back up to look at him, my eyebrows knitted together. “Wait. Who are you and how did you get into my house?” I asked him. He thought for a moment before answering. “My name is Dwayne. I uh.. I’m sort of.. Stuck here.” He told me. I watched his face, trying to figure out if he was lying to me or not, but his face only showed honesty. “What do you mean stuck?” I asked, curiously. I hadn’t even realized, but I had walked towards him. I was now standing right in front of him. “I’m stuck in this house. I can’t leave.” He confessed. Dwayne then went into more detail, telling me about what had happened here. The fight, him dying and even about what he and his brothers were before they died. 

Dwayne and I were now sitting on the stairs, mainly because I felt a little light headed with all of the information I had just taken in. “You okay, princess?” Dwayne asked me, reaching a hand over and placing it on my knee in a comforting way. I looked up at Dwayne, meeting his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just processing everything.” I told him truthfully. He just nodded his head in response. After a few moments, a thought occurred to me. “I just realized. I never even told you my name.” I said with a light chuckle. “It’s y/n, by the way.” I added, bumping my shoulder into his, earning a chuckle out of him. God, his smile is so gorgeous. 

Dwayne couldn’t believe that he had found his mate. He felt like his heart could almost beat again. You were so beautiful, he had never seen anyone so perfect in his life. The elated feeling of happiness he felt was soon replaced with despair. He was a ghost. He was too late in finding you. He felt like his heart had been revived and then crushed at the same time. He wanted so badly to be with you, to have you as his, because you were his and he was yours, but he knew it couldn’t happen. So, he just resigned himself to watching you as you went on about your life. Years went by, you first moved in when you were seventeen and you were now almost twenty, he had kept track of your birthday. It was then that your mom died. He tried his best to keep his distance still, but his overwhelming urge to be with you and comfort you was too much, so finally, after years of just watching you, he made himself known. 

Since that night, Dwayne had been hanging around basically 24/7. Not that I minded it, the exact opposite actually. For the first time since my mom had died, I was happy. Genuinely happy. Over the last couple of months that Dwayne had been around, we had gotten to know each other really well and with that, I had begun to crush on him pretty hard. Well, less crush and more falling completely in love with him. I knew that it was pointless seeing as he was a ghost but I couldn’t help it. Every time I looked at him, heard his voice, saw that adorable and slightly wonky smile of his, I just fell harder and harder. I wish we could have met before all of this. There were times when I thought for a moment that maybe he felt the same way, but my mind always brushed it off and reminded me that no one as amazing as Dwayne could like, let alone love, someone like me. 

I was sitting on the couch, reading a book, when Dwayne sat down next to me. “What are you reading?” He asked. I looked up from the book to look at him. I moved the book to show him the cover. He read it and a grin broke out on his face. “Dracula, huh? It’s a good book.” He said, scooting himself closer to me. “So.. You like vampires, huh?” He asked teasingly, a sly smirk on his face as he rested one of his arms along the back of the couch and the other on his thigh. I gave him a dumbfounded look before laughing. This caused him to laugh along with me. “What was that supposed to be?” I asked him as my laughter died down. He just gave me a shrug, the smirk still not having left his face. “A pick up line?” He said. That caused me to stop. Wait. Was he being serious? Was he still just joking around? 

Dwayne must have noticed my sudden change as his smirk was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with a slightly worried expression. “Sorry. Have I been reading this wrong?” He asked. It took my mind way too long to catch up with what he was saying, but I finally managed to say something. “Wait. You, like me?” I asked him, still in complete disbelief. Dwayne raised a brow at me and brought a hand to my cheek, letting his knuckles graze the skin. “I thought I was making that pretty clear, princess.” He whispered as he moved his face closer to mine. “Dwayne.” Was all I managed to breathe out as he pressed his lips to mine. I melted into him as he kissed me. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to me, not being able to get enough of him. Dwayne pulled back after a while, brushing my hair behind my ear and giving me a soft and loving smile. 

“I need to tell you something, princess.” He whispered against my skin as he brought his lips to my neck. “Hmmm?” I hummed in reply, enjoying the feeling of his lips exploring my neck too much to answer with words. “Vampires, we have mates.” He spoke between kisses. “And you’re mine.” He finally said. I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. I pulled back and looked at him. “Like, soulmates?” I asked, wanting to clarify and make sure I knew exactly what he meant. Dwayne nodded. “Yes. Two souls, destined to be together by fate itself. We are two halves of a whole.” The words he spoke made my heart flutter with love and happiness. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. I smiled at Dwayne and brought him into another kiss.

After Dwayne’s confession a few months ago, I had been on cloud nine, though, every now and then, I would be reminded of the fact that Dwayne was dead and I wasn’t. I would grow old while he would stay the same. It broke my heart to think of that. I wanted to be with him forever, just like this. Just as we are now. A thought occurred to me in times like these. If I died in this house, I could possibly become a ghost like Dwayne. That way, we could be together forever, and be just as we are now. I knew that I couldn’t bring this up to Dwayne. He would absolutely refuse me doing something like that. If I was to do it, I would have to be sneaky about it. He never did pop into the bathroom when I had the door shut. He knew I needed privacy in there and he was respectful of that. That would have to be where I did it. I already had a pretty good idea of how. There were pills in there that I had that would do the job. 

That night, I had made up my mind. I would do whatever I had to to be with Dwayne forever. I told him that I was going to take a quick shower as I made my way into the bathroom. I waited a moment before turning on the shower taps then made my way to the cabinet. I took out the pill bottle and stared at it for a while. I can’t believe I’m really about to do this. I started to have second thoughts about it. Not because I didn’t want to be with Dwayne, but because I was scared. Was it going to hurt? I shook those thoughts out of my head. No. I have to do this. I twisted open the bottle and emptied the contents in my hand. I took a deep breath before I started swallowing pills. With every pill I swallowed, my nerves grew. I was scared out of my mind but there was also this little feeling of…. Comfort? I was comforted by the thought of being with Dwayne and nothing being able to tear us apart.

After I was finished, I put the bottle back in the cabinet and actually stepped into the shower, just to wet myself, then got back out. By the time I had come out of the bathroom and was back in my bedroom, I was feeling nauseous, dizzy and my head was fuzzy. Dwayne immediately knew that something was wrong. “Y/n? Are you okay? What happened?” He hurriedly asked, concern laced in his voice. He helped me over to the bed and laid me down. “Come here.” I slurred and clumsily grabbed for him. “Hold me. Please.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes. “Y/n?” Dwayne asked as he laid down beside me and held me. “What did you do?” He whispered. My body felt heavy and thinking, let alone talking, felt so difficult. “Pills” Was all I managed to get out. 

Dwayne held my body as he cried. His heart was broken into a million little pieces. “Dwayne.” I said his name from beside him. I was standing beside the bed that he was still laying on. His head snapped up to me, his eyes wide. He let go of my body and gently laid it down before getting up and pulling me into a tight hug. “Why? Why did you do that?” He begged. I felt horrible about the pain that I had brought him but I knew that it was something that had to be done. “I did it for us. I did it so we could be together forever.” I whispered to him. Dwayne pulled back slightly and looked down at me. “What-” It took him a moment for my words to sink in. “Princess. You didn’t have to do that. I would never have wanted you to kill yourself just to be with me like this.” He said to me, bringing his hands up to cup my cheeks. I brought my hands up and placed them over his. “I love you, Dwayne. I would die a thousand times over if it meant I could get even just a chance to spend eternity with you.” I said, barely being about to finish my sentence as he quickly brought me into a long and passionate kiss. My arms moved and wrapped around his neck, his hand moving to my waist. “I love you too, y/n. I loved you before I met you. I loved you before our first meeting. I love you now and I will continue to love you forever.” Dwayne whispered against my lips.

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[alessiathepirate]

Ocean's Eleven

POKER: Rusty Ryan x fem!reader

Summary: As they go to pick Danny up she can't help but think about the moment she shared with Rusty after the heist.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warning: smoking, mentioned stealing, the usual Ocean's stuff, otherwise just fluff

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Months after the heist, during which they successfully robbed Terry Benedict from both his money and girlfriend - even if the last one was mainly Danny's job - she finally felt at ease. This afternoon Danny Ocean will be released from prison and with that the last task of the robbery will be done. Not like the robbery wasn't successful already - she became a rich woman, sure, but she wasn't a calm one. She won't be a calm one until Danny Ocean walks up to the car and gets in, so she can let go of the stressful thoughts she had since the day Ocean talked to her about the plan.

A plan with no casualities - her number one rule. She can sleep peacefully knowing she stole some rich guy's money, but not with the thought that because of some stupid mistake one of her friends went to jail for a lifetime.

"Are you ready to meet him again, Tess?" she asked the woman who was sitting behind her, while she was examining her every expression in the rearview mirror.

"Of course I am." was the answer she got and the answer that satisfied her doubts. Tess' voice was nervous but full of love and that was the proof of her love for Danny she needed.

They didn't say anything for a while. They just sat there in silence, looking at the gates of the prison where Danny was currently getting his stuff back and where Ryan was waiting while eating a hamburger.

God, she was hungry as well.

"You know, we should find Rusty a girl."

The sentence made her look away from the building and moments later her gaze was on the rearview mirror again, looking at Tess.

"You think so?"

What if he already has one?

She looked back at the building again, this time focusing on the man eating in front of the main gate. Maybe they just didn't make their relationship that obvious?

A proud smile creeped up on her face at the thought. Maybe they were just too happy living in their own little bubble, they never considered telling anyone around them.

"Yes, I think so."

If you knew...

And if you knew he has one since Bellagio.

Since Bellagio... Good God, she has to thank Danny he asked her to help them with the plan.

The night of the heist was the night of their first kiss and with that the night their relationship as lovers began. It happened after they got away with the money and after they all walked out to the fountain to enjoy the feeling of success. And that night they deserved to swim in pride, pulling off a stunt like that.

There they were, all of them. Enjoying that feeling, swimming in pride while looking at the fountain in complete silence - until the members of the gang started to walk away one by one. Except her - and Rusty.

"You know now that I think about it," she started, feeling like there is something she should say after that wild night, after all those glances of making sure the other is okay "I just robbed a casino without even knowing how to play poker."

He let out a chuckle and she realized this was probably the first time she heard him laugh.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's kind of stupid, isn't it? I never really had the time to learn how to play."

"You are friends with Danny Ocean and you don't know how to play poker?"

She giggled at the thought as well, hiding her face in her palms as she leaned on the concrete banister.

"God, I'm horrible..."

"No, that means Terry Benedict is horrible. You stole his money from the casino and you've never been in a casino before in your whole life."

Rusty lit a cigarette and offered her one. She accepted it and after he lit hers as well, they continued their conversation.

"Besides, I can always teach you how to play."

"Yeah? You want me to join your little club?"

"No, I don't want you to join them. I'd teach you separately."

"Oh really?" she asked teasingly as she took a puff on her cigarette.

"Yes, I'm sure you'd be a talented player."

"What makes you say that?"

"You just robbed a casino, darling, that takes some serious skills."

Warmth was pooling in her stomach even though she was cold a few minutes ago. The dress she wore was pretty elegant, but the material was thin - yet it was something women with money to spend liked to wear. It was something she had to wear that night as well if she wanted to blend in and be the eyes of the gang, making sure everything goes smoothly.

"I'll think about it." she said even if she decided that she'll definitely sit down with Rusty and listen to his every word as he teaches her how to play poker.

And then suddenly they were standing closer to each other, arms slightly touching on the banister. She tried to concentrate on her cigarette and did her absolute best to ignore the contact and what it was doing to her.

She looked up at him as they were smoking in silence and her hands shook a little as the warmth in her stomach became stronger, not wanting to stop. She examined his expressions, his gestures, the way he was holding the cigarette and then she realized that she doesn't want to leave.

And then it just happened...

She wasn't sure how, she couldn't remember who leaned in first - the only thing she knew was that they were kissing right after Rusty turned to look at her after she was observing him for so long.

They were kissing and she had to grab his shoulder to not get completely lost in the feeling. Her cigarette fell into the water of the fountain from the sudden contact - from the sudden sweet and warm contact, what was surprisingly gentle. Gentle and kind, not fast, not rough, but patient.

One of his hands was on her waist and she was sure those were the most thoughtful and gentle touches she's ever felt.

"When do we start playing?" she asked quietly after their first ever kiss ended.

"Poker?"

"Sure."

"Whenever you want."

"Is tonight okay?"

Danny and Rusty were walking towards the car as she tried to hide her smile. She waved at Danny as they got closer.

"I stopped and picked up your personal effects. 'Hope you don't mind." she almost chuckled at Rusty's words and at Danny's reaction. There it is, Dan and Tess are together again, everything worked out alright, the world is finally at peace again.

She looked at Rusty knowingly as Danny sat next to Tess. They shared a smile.

"We need to get Rusty a girl." Tess said again as Rusty started the car.

"You hear this? They think you need to get a girl." she said as she looked at the rearview mirror only to see that the silver Sedar's engine was on.

"And you didn't tell them I already have one?"

If that question wasn't saying enough, then the quick kiss they shared definitely did. And even if she'll get way too many questions from her friends after this she'll answer them happily, knowing she hit the Jackpot when Danny Ocean asked her to help them and she said yes.

[elirastudio]

Just thinking how MK is feeling right now after freeing the deranged Sun Wukong and upsetting his father was too much for one kid to bare on his own as he flies away and calls to the two people he can rely on.

Mei and Red Son.

MK pours everything out to his two best friends because it's no point in keeping it hidden any longer. Mei is shocked in disbelief while Red Son is hissing as his hair is flaring aggressively at Wukong. For planting a seed of doubt in MK's head when he was so small.

Then Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, and Bai Long came out of their truck after receiving a call from one of the Generals that MK ran away & gave them a brief explanation of what happened.

The ride was silent as they drove back to the restaurant and when they are safe within the building, Pigsy wasted no time as he makes a meal for all of them. He is, mainly, stressed cooking but it gets his mind to focus and think.

When he's done and serve them. For a mere moment, Pigsy spoke up in a gentle tone. Telling MK about Sun Wukong that he was the Monkey King and what REALLY happened.

MK will render speechless about what happened and he will recall the time when he saw his father have sorrowful look on his face whenever he comes back from his visit, he mentioned. After knowing everything, a horrifying realization struck him like lightning. He remembers when he was very small when he was talking to Wukong in his head, he remembers how caught him talking fondly about his father and Wukong wished nothing more to go back to the things they were. Just the two of them!!!

MK sputters to his friends/family that his father is heading for a trap. Sun Wukong is going to take his father away but he'll never see him and MK rush out as his friends yell at him to wait but MK's mind is on his father to rescue him as quick as possible.

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So yeah, the inspiration struck me! So imagine that MK remembers back in the day where Wukong talks to him that he caught him saying nice things about his father and saying things that he couldn't understand when he was a child and he thought that he missed him but no, Wukong was planning to break a circle of trust between MK and Macaque and when Macaque is alone to face him, he'll knock him down and take him away.

What do you think?

I think that it’s just amazing💕💕💕💕😩✨✨✨ you like got mostly what I’m going for

Also I would like to had that the pilgrims and MK will have the “wukong” convention and MK is gonna be so sorry and finally understand why his father kept this from him.

But I would like to share with you all a little idea I had.

Like after the shenanigans that will happen after freezing wukong, macaque is called on the celestial realm to look for a solution, now even if for macaque is a couple of hours for MK is a couple of months and the monkey king leaves his prince to pigsy care.

As you my little sweetie expected, MK is a little depress about the all thing and he is all like “this is all my fault, I’m a failure, my dad hates me ecc ecc…”

So to try and cheer the boy up, mei and red son decides to take control of the weather station, and only a hero can save everyone. U know for fun.

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Think about as if this was a show, the first season would all be about MK and macaque, you know.

The second would be for some months when macaque is in heaven and MK starts controlling a few of his new powers, while also dealing with wukong

Then we have the third where there is a chase for wukong made by macaque and erlang

Then the fourth …uhhh more trauma and LBD