#flirted with me today

[angelicstalker]

Huh

[foldingfittedsheets]

My new laptop arrived in the mail and I finally finished all the new car chores and sat down with it. I plugged it in and waited. Nothin. Wouldn’t turn on.

I started checking connections and when I fussed with the power it wasn’t plugged in all the way. I pushed harder and there was a pleasing click and I whispered very casually, “Oh you like it deep, huh?”

[augustinewrites]

megumi who tells fushigojo mom about every instance someone tries to flirt with satoru at the park/grocery store/during school pickup AND drives them off immediately once he realizes what’s happening

[leenfiend]

Keith is trying :)

[haechansunshineboy]

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

Haechan’s rings always look so pretty on his fingers. The different intricately designed silver bands on both his left and right hands just look so good against his skin. You’d been daydreaming about holding hands with him (or his fingers trailing down your bare stomach-).

It was becoming a problem, since you were getting incredibly distracted by his hands holding the red solo cup.

He caught your eye from across the crowd, raising his eyebrows to greet you from afar. You wave back at Haechan, watching him start squeezing past people to get to where you were standing.

“Hey.” His voice puts you at ease every time and you reply back with a “hey” as well.

“Wanna get out of here?” Haechan asks you. “We can take a walk together, if you want.”

You nod, smiling at him as he gestures with two fingers for you to follow him out.

-

The two of you walked around the block until you reached a local food chain, opting to sit on the side of the empty parking lot.

The cool wind felt nice against your skin, and you turn your head to face Haechan, who was already looking at you.

You flushed at seeing his gaze on you, his soft smile growing bigger before he started talking.

“Anyway I started watching this new show..”

-

Haechan’s hands rested on his lap, palms facing upwards towards the night sky. Again, your attention was drawn to the rings adorning his hands. The simple silver band on his left index finger, the delicate ring shaped to look like a rounded nail on his ring finger, and your favorite: the pretty braided metal on his right index finger.

“Everything ok?” He asks you, noticing you hadn’t responded to his question about the show.

Feeling bold for once, you muster the courage to drag your index finger over one of the pretty silver rings adorning his knuckle.

“Sorry, I got distracted by your rings.” You mutter. You let the pad of your fingertips brush against his palm as well, feeling how soft his hands were.

“It’s o-ok. My little cousins are always asking if I’m m-married. So annoying.”

You look up at him, taking in the sight of Haechan’s attempt at being nonchalant, his reddening ears giving him away. You smile softly, bringing your attention back to his hands.

“They’re so pretty.”

Haechan lets out a soft breath when you pull your hand away, hoping you didn’t pick it up.

“Y-you know, my chain is also really nice..” He trails off, never taking his eyes off of you.

You beam at him, secretly enjoying seeing this flustered version of Haechan.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

[slavicviking]

Yellow

@steddiemicrofic December prompt: pine | wc: 508 | G | cw: none | tags: misunderstandings, pre-Steddie

“Looking good, Nance. Did you do something with your hair?” Nancy did not. She knew for a fact her curls looked worse for wear thanks to the raging wind outside. Steve knew that, too – had to, with his in-depth knowledge of maintaining hair, curls or not. Eddie stiffens next to her. “I’m here to return this,” Nancy pulls out a Breakfast Club tape from her bag with a forced smile. “Great movie choice,” Steve trudges on with otherwise admirable perseverance. The ugly green Family Video creases inelegantly as he leans forward. “I think it sucks,” Eddie jumps in. He grins but Nancy knows him well enough to tell how tense he really is. And isn’t that a wild thought in itself? Nancy would never expect to get along so well with Eddie Munson and yet here he was, dare she say it - her best friend at the moment. Steve lets out a nervous laugh, red dotting his cheeks as his hand ventures out to rub his neck. Robin’s bright eyes keep darting back and forth between two boys, an unreadable look on her face. “This is getting ridiculous,” Nancy says once she slips into the driver seat of her car. Eddie joins her on the other side, uncharacteristically quiet. Her eyebrows drop lower. “He’ll get over it soon. You’ll see.” “I don’t know, Wheeler. He seems pretty dedicated.” The thing is, Nancy’s observant. She pays attention to her close circle of friends, and that includes Steve. Something about this isn’t adding up – the compliments, the showering with attention. And it’s not only because she’s usually left with a morose Eddie, unfairly pining away, in the aftermath. It’s been going on for weeks now. Something’s got to give, eventually, she’s sure. It does, a week later, when Steve Harrington knocks on the Wheelers’ front door in the middle of the day, clad in an ironed shirt and beige khakis. “Here,” he hands her a bouquet of yellow roses. “They’re for you.” She makes a point of not taking them. They hang awkwardly between them until Steve drops his hand with a grimace. “We’re not getting back together,” Nancy tells him bluntly. Steve’s a good guy, he is, but he can be a bit obtuse sometimes. To her surprise, Steve doesn’t deter her. Instead, he blinks. “What?” “It’s sweet that you’re trying,” she tries. “But we wouldn’t work out. We just wouldn’t.” He blinks again. “I don’t-uh. This is awkward.” Understatement if she’s ever seen one. “I don’t want to date you, Nancy,” Steve finally says. He winces before adding. “No offense.” “Then what’s with this?” she points to the flowers. “The compliments? All of it?” He sighs. “I know we didn’t really end on good terms. And your opinion matters to him- I mean, he's just so-” “Him?” Nancy questions before realization dawns on her. “Eddie?” “Wait, does he think I – shit!” Steve’s eyes grow wide as he shoves the flowers into Nancy’s chest and backs out towards the car. “Shit! Sorry, Nance. Gotta go!”

Yellow Roses are the symbol of friendship <3

[ryllen]

"SO SHOW ME EVERYTHING THAT YOU ARE , T̷̤̘̺͓̟̽͋̍̍̋̄͛̕͝R̸͍̖̥͋̂͌͆̀̈̿E̴̗̠̥̣̘̼̞̺͓̥̋̈̌̎̀̍̎̓͆͝͠Y̷͉̱͍͚̖̖̟̙̘͗̐̓̅͌̓̈́͗̄ ̶̧̟̹͑̓͂͛͒̄̂̏̃̋̓͊͠C̷͎̲̖͍̩̮̲̜̲̯̗͖̘̱̖̀̆̓̋̄̌̐͛̒̔̈́̆͂̓͠Ļ̷̟̞͎͉͙͚̺̱̜̠̩̹̓̑̀ͅƠ̴̟̿̓̈́V̴̨̹͉̬̣̮̈́̌̉̈́̏É̸̡̢̝̟̜̝̯̺͉̫̣͚̲̱̕R̷̛̼̘̘͗̈́̄̉̋̀̈̎̊̀͝͝͠"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

obviously hanguang-jun would wear sports bras…. right?

Wei Wuxian failed his perception and insight check rolls.

[myfamilycrestisthedemonofdeath]

Unhinged reader shenanigans with 141

You, randomly appearing by Kyle's room: you have such pretty eyes, Kyle

Kyle, smiling: thanks?

You, getting closer to him, holding up a spoon: I'd love to have your eyes, please

Kyle:?!?!?!??!

Price arrives to the room and picks you up like a sack of potatoes before leaving

Johnny, appearing at the doorway, looking irritated as hell: fucking sleepwalker, you okay Gaz?

Kyle, visibly shivering and cowering in his blanket: i got threatened about my eyes.

Ghost, also appearing by the doorway, solemnly: they told me they'll cut my legs and add it to theirs to get taller

~~

I'm at work and for real wanting to gnaw on the 141 men. Instead, I guess have another unhinged reader shit, inspired by my pathetic attempts at flirting when I was younger that I now realize was actually me threatening the person I liked lmao

[immensity-to-dream]

au where claw, not yet seeking world domination, is in the business of ousting and punishing fake psychics. suzuki sends serizawa to figure out if reigen's a fraud, but he forgets to factor in the power of gay tendencies. and also its the 1970s.

[nonbinary-arsonists]

my experience seeing beetlejuice earlier tonight.

[kedreeva]

The HVAC guys were here all day, and when I figured they had around an hour, maybe 2 left judging by their tones, I mixed up and baked some sourdough cookies. Chocolate chip. I brought some down for them still hot from the oven, and as I was heading back upstairs I hear behind me "holy SHIT!! that's really good??" As they were leaving, I asked if they wanted another one for the road and one of them told me "that was possibly the best cookie I've ever had." like yesss thank you I learned to bake a couple months ago using my pet yeast colony that makes alcohol when it's sad, they're very delicious creatures would you like to see my peacocks next

[stuckinapril]

character development is not immediately making up scenarios two seconds after meeting someone. i’m growing up fr

[thanatos-zagreus-shagreus]

Edwin: *monologuing about confusing feelings*

Monty: *kisses him*

Edwin: "That was unexpected"

Monty: "I have feelings for you too"

Edwin: "I wasn't talking about you"

Very funny but oh so awkward

[fortunatelyenchantingtaco]

Sukugo fluff part 2

The first Sukuna does after meeting Gojo is asking Uraume for information about the man.

The first thing Satoru does after meeting Uncuna is gushing to his mothers that this man could snap him in half.

Part 1

After further interrogating the brat and, by extension, Jin (who was verry haply to yap about another parent) he found out that Gojo is a pretty recent addition to their class. Yuuta is older, but he missed some classes before, so joined them sometimes. In Yuuji’s words “he’s super cool!”. Both father and son, presumably, though they had different surnames. Unfortunately, they didn’t have that much to tell about the man, cause apparently someone else usually picks up Yuuta. The only thing was that he always has candy on hand.

The Gojo, his mind accentuates. One of the strongest sorcerers, the owner of infinity. Sukuna can’t decide whether he wants to fight him or take him on a date. He wants to see those fabled eyes.

“Do you know anything about Satoru Gojo?” He asks Uraume because they have a habit of keeping tabs on everyone. They look at him a bit weirdly, but not.

“Hard not to. Is there something you wanted to know?”

“Is he single?”

*****

Katsumi was never worried about Satoru the way Ai worries about him on a daily basis. She knows he’s selective about who to hang out with, and passing this selection is a terribly complicated job, but not impossible. He’s finicky and airy, but not stupid. If no one picked his interest that just means it’s not yet time. Her darling boy was a smart cookie, responsible, steering his clan in a better direction and taking care of a boy without family. Suffice it to say, when he appears with his son in his hands and an impish grin, she’s not surprised. Ai, who was just getting out of the car and opened her mouth to thank Katsumi for galiantly opening the door for her, slowly sinked back into her seat. The worrywort, Katsumi thinks fondly.

“I got Yuuta, but thanks for coming,” he says. The boy sniffles into his neck and Katsumi looks closer and then cooes gently at the craped knee. Yuuta had just gotten comfortable with going to his school, what a pity to end his lucky streak. “Yuu~,” Satoru sings. “I know you can heal it yourself,” the scrape quickly heals back up, but the boy keeps quiet. “What, did you miss me?” He teases. “I missed you too,” Satoru gently kisses his forehead and Yuuta finally raises his head.

“Welcome back,” he sniffles and Satoru laughs warmly, settling them both into the car. Katsumi sits back behind the steering wheel, while Ai watches Satoru put Yuuta into the seat.

“What, are you too cool to greet your mother now?” She asks and Satoru laughs.

“Hi mum, hello mother,” he says obediently, tugging down the blindfold. “You won’t believe who I just met at the school!” Katsumi starts the car and hums questioningly. “Ryomen Sukuna!” Satoru announces with a grin and Ai chokes. “He’s taller than me, can you imagine? And those muscles! Damn,” he sighs dreamily and Katsumi almost stops the car. Ai turns to her with wide eyes — pretty pretty green — and then turns back to Satoru. She needs to focus on the road, but these are some news.

[pervydollfemme]

he made me cum harder than i have in my entire life then started talking about the weather. i need him