#i love having short hair and i’m lowkey excited

[permanentreverie]

a moment of joy in days of tired darkness!!!

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (vii) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : a little weed sure eases theses two up.

warnings : implications of sex & use of weed

mickey speaks : sorry this took a while to get out friends, hope u love it. also lowkey self inserting w the hawaii trip :P

THIS IS PART SEVEN GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST!!!

“OH, he’s obsessed!” andrea exclaims across the table, a wide smile smothered over her face.

it didn’t take long for asha to call you and begin debriefing her month-long europe trip to you, only for you to cut her short (because matt began knocking on the door, complaining about how long you’d taken to piss) and ask her to finish her tell-all over lunch. she of course agreed and texted you the location of her favorite ramen place along with: “tell your roomie andrea that she can come with i wanna see u bothhhh!”

she’s spent the last half hour detailing the total princess treatment she’d experienced from a guy she met at her stop in london. “yeah, too bad i won’t see him again,” she pouts.

“you didn’t get his phone number that entire time?” you ask, fiddling with the chopsticks in your hand.

“oh of course i did, i just won’t be using it,” asha laughs and tucks a piece of her dark curled hair behind her ear. “it was nice while it lasted but i’m definitely not trying to deal with the hassle that comes with dating anyone right now,” she shrugs.

“you’re so bad!” andrea shakes her head and giggles, "but you know what, i get it."

asha hides her laugh by guiding noodles towards her mouth.

your phone buzzes softly against the counter and lights up, showing off a new text message from your mom, but more importantly your lock screen wallpaper displaying a sleepy figaro on your chest.

asha squeals through her chews as you pick up your phone to decide whether you’ll confront or procrastinate the text message (that will most likely sour your mood). andrea’s eyes widen at the girl as asha finishes up and starts to explain, “who’s cat is that?!” her acrylic nail taps against the table.

“oh, it’s ours,” you peer over your phone, deciding you’d rather not answer your mom’s text (she's asking how degree-related job searching has been, again).

“what?!”

“oh yes, he's my babyyy,” andrea coos while unlocking her phone to show off the many photos, “his name is figaro-.”

asha swipes through the phone in awe, “and when the fuck did this happen?”

“like a few weeks ago, i wanna say…” you turn to look at andrea while trying to remember.

“i’m coming over way more now. oh my god.” she gushes over the many photos of the playful black kitten before returning andrea’s phone.

“please do, it felt like you were gone for so long.” you whine out the beg before taking another sip of the warm broth.

asha sighs (in a way that causes her lips to flutter a little), “i know, i miss hanging out with my friends!”

“and we miss you! your ass is always traveling somewhere we have to soak up all your LA time while we can,” you joke.

the two laugh along with you, “i think i’ll be here for a while…not until like, my birthday.” asha thinks through her schedule and her mouth widens at the thought of her birthday, “oh my god! i forgot to tell you- mostly because it’s kinda far out? so, the past four years i’ve hosted trips for my birthday in late november... and i want you two to come this year!”

your eyes widen in excitement and your mouth is full of noodles, keeping you from letting out the loud 'yes' you wanted to. so andrea answers for the both of you, “well of course, we’ll come!”

asha’s face can’t possibly be stretched further with happiness as she celebrates, “yay, this’ll be so fun! you’ll get to meet some of my girlfriends and f’course the boys will be there so you’ll know a few people already!”

“and where are we going?” you ask with big, curious eyes.

“hawaii!"

౨ৎ

a distinct berry shade drips over the room in full swoops as the leaving sun peeks through matt's curtains ever so gently. your lips are now almost the same shade of the woven fabric, especially after enduring matt's undying and bitter kisses.

you hear him breathe a soft laugh, finding your body's limp, laid-out position to be straight out of an erotic femme painting: right leg and arm stretched above and below you, left arm above your waist to cradle your tits, and left leg bent and falling over the opposing leg.

you turn your head when you recognize his return, whispering, "hey."

matt’s bed dips accordingly when he lowers himself next to you, fixated on your still-exposed silhouette that hosts a few deep hickeys (he’s recently taken a liking to giving you them, his ego gains a small ignition at the thought of him placing them only where he gets to see), rather than your observant eyes.

he finds one he’d kissed into the skin under your printed hello kitty, leaning closer to lick and suckle at it more. you squirm and push his head away with a whine of his name.

he chuckles and moves his hair from his face, “put some fuckin’ clothes on then.” he lays your sweatshirt and panties, he gathered on his way back to you, against your chest.

you lift yourself easily, though a sleepy yawn still makes its way to you as you fit into the hoodie. matt shifts himself to slouch against his headboard. you finish your redressing before moving yourself higher on his bed as well.

matt thinks your phone screen is severely bright and headache-inducing but he doesn't complain as he normally would, instead he's more focused on balancing his joint-rolling necessities atop his wife beater clad torso.

you pay no attention to him as you exchange texts with remi:

REMI - 6:43 PM

OMFG

REMI

this guy im friends w thinks i should set you up on a blind date with a guy he knows :D

REMI

HE JUST SHOWED ME A PIC AND ... fuck

REMI

PLS SAY YOULL DO IT

REMI

u deserve a nice date night

Y/N - 8:36 PM

hi WHATTT

Y/N

idk rem😭😭

REMI

ABOUT TIME U RESPONDED HELLO

REMI

rlly you dont wanna??

Y/N

ill have to think about it

you sigh while turning off your phone, moving your body to better face matt, who's hands work to add the potent plant into his detailed silver grinder. there's obviously no need for you to stay in his bed or hang around for any longer, but as of late you both aren't necessarily itching to kick the other out as soon as clothes are back on.

"i wanna learn," you declare as you sit up more, looking down at his slouched figure.

"to roll?" he asks pausing his smooth routine and licking over his lips expectantly.

"yeah," you move your hoodie’s long sleeve cuffs away from the lower half of your palm, showing him your dedication and anticipation.

matt smirks and continues to zip the plastic bag once more, shaking his head.

"what? why not, matt?" you pout.

“because i’m already good at it,” he shrugs, “you can smoke with me but you don’t have to be the one to roll.”

“‘kay, whatever. i’ll just get someone else to teach me then, like chris or lucas or somethin’” stretching as you collapse back onto his bed and bury your face in the crook of your arm. when matt does nothing to pull you out of your dramatic fit, you decide to mess with him further, grabbing his phone from its place near his thigh and rolling over so that you lie on the plush of your stomach.

you pretend to type (actually just tapping against his uncharacteristically soft lockscreen, displaying a vintage looking photo of a woman you’d only assume to be his mother) then putting the phone up to your ear, mimicking the ring with a burring noise in your throat. “hey lucas! yeah it's me, matt never gave me your number! i know. that is really selfish and unfair!” you nod along while staring at matt who thinks you look and sound so stupid that it’s kind of cute.

you twirl your hair and bite your lip, really getting into character, “you're right, he is the worst. he won’t even let me roll up with him! but that’s fine, i think i may just need someone more skilled and sexy like you to hel-”

matt taps your barely covered ass harder than he intends to, shocking you in the best way. “alright, stop fuckin’ around and pay attention ‘cause i’m not repeating myself,” he softly demands, gesturing you to sit up with his fingers.

"ow!" you rub at the spot and roll your eyes in faux irritation, fighting the urge to smile now that you've successfully recaptured matt's attention and can still feel the heat of his hand on your ass. you try to give yourself grace in moments like this but you can't help but reflect and feel a bit pathetic when having a crush on someone like matt.

matt, who would never take a relationship further than casual sex and unserious after-sex smoke sessions, especially not with you.

"shh. come here, bruh" he hushes you and you obey, shifting to sit next to him, reflecting his bent position. "'kay," he hands you the grinder, mumbling, "take a look," as he grabs one of the natural hemp rolling papers and places the packaging on his nightstand.

you open the silver lid gently, eyes widening slightly and impressed with the dollops of finely crushed weed laying in the container. "how much do you use?"

"all of it," your head practically snaps over to look at him and he sighs, "y/n, it's like half a gram."

you fight the urge to dip your index finger in the crowd of weed and move it around, "still looks like kind of a lot."

"well, it's not," he shakes his head and adjusts his shoulders. "now you're gonna take some in your fingers and place it in this paper," he taps your distracted arm with his hand to bring your attention to the rolling paper he has curled slightly around his thumb. as you begin to take a hold of some of the substance he warns, "and don't do too much at once- i don't need you spillin' any on us or my bed."

"you're such a diva," you huff and softly sprinkle the weed into the wrapper he's holding.

once it's full enough matt shows you how his fingers guide the paper and fold it into its proper joint shape. he moves his hand towards your mouth, "now you gotta lick and seal it." you inch closer, hesitantly peeking your tongue out just a little to lick at the small flap. "okay, you need more than that baby-ass lick. but don't over-do the spit 'cause that'll fuck it up too," he eyes your mouth when you expose more of your tongue, successfully sealing the joint (with matt's guidance).

he finishes off the end of the joint before presenting it to you, "voilà," matt fiddles with the joint in front of your face before you boldly grab it from his hands.

you immediately encourage him with a wave of your fingers, "gimme that lighter, please."

he's slightly impressed with your sudden confidence and adjusts himself (removing the remaining items from his lower stomach, including the lighter you ask for) and reaches over to light it for you.

matt's lip falls between his teeth due to natural anticipation. the sharp, orange hue sparks to life and you gain a shyness as he approaches the joint in your mouth with it. suddenly your fingers take it away from your mouth as you whisper, "wait, matt."

matt dramatically throws his arm down, "yeah?"

"i don't actually know how to do this," a smile spreads across your face when you see matt's mouth slightly ajar and eyes disengaged.

"seriously? you started talkin' like you've at least smoked a couple times."

you hold a laugh in, "well like, i wanna try it. you just have to tell me what to do..."

"inhale the shit," matt gestures his hands, "hold in your lungs, blow it out. it's simple as fuck," he points to your hand holding the joint, "let's see it."

you deadpan, "you're so unhelpful," you shake your head and place it back in your mouth, "just light me up."

he rolls his eyes as his hand moves back up to you, you lean into the flame and immediately inhale as it comes to life in your mouth.

matt just smirks from next to you, amused at your attempt. you focus on holding it in your lungs and close your eyes as you exhale. the smoke exits smoothly and surrounds your head, when you open your eyes you immediately look over to matt who laughs when he sees a cough brewing in your lungs. you push his shoulder just as you begin a small coughing fit.

he goes to grab the joint from your hand but you raise it away, finishing your cough and putting it back into your mouth to taste the odd plant flavor again.

matt's laugh is still there just died down, "who the fuck are you?! 'just light me up' and then here you go actin' like you own shit." he points a finger at you with his eyes big and playful.

you smirk sarcastically, and your eyes crinkle in the softest way, when you lean closer to him in response, blowing smoke in his face.

౨ৎ

"so why're nick and chris staying so late at the warehouse?" you ask and play with the strings of your hoodie.

matt draws lines across your inner thigh with his fingers, "it's nick's month to do inventory and chris bought some crazy wall art shit he had to finish setting up-"

"you're not gonna help them?"

"oh yeah sweetheart, i'll actually go there right now and help them out." his eyes are so dewy and red you find yourself excusing his annoying sarcasm and instead wanting to kiss him and his puffy eyelids and his flushed cheeks, especially when you're sat on top of him like this.

"still, they probably wanted you around," you explain.

"why do you care so much about shit that doesn't involve you? i left them and invited you over so you should be happy." his voice eases his delivery to not come across so harshly while his eyes squint a little.

"you're right, s'not really my place to have a take on y'all's dynamic." you shrug and feel as his hands stop running over your thighs and instead squeeze harshly as he looks in your eyes.

"mmm, thank you for telling me i'm right," he smiles and leans forward to give your jaw a kiss with his wet, pink lips, "say it again and i'll be fully hard."

"you're a dog," you laugh as he pulls away. "what'd you do today?" you whisper, ignoring the sensation that comes with him feeling up your lower half.

"guess." he blinks slowly.

"mmm... i don't know. you tattooed some people, fucked me, made fun of me, smoked..." you list off on each of your fingers.

he nods along as you list each, making different facial expressions depending on the task. "those are all definitely things i did.."

"did you eat?"

"i mean, yeah...ish." he rubs his eyes and his mouth begins to curve slightly, knowing your next sentiment well enough he could say it with you.

as if on queue, you prompt him with a question that tends to come up quite often when the two of you finish fucking, "can we get food?"

౨ৎ

the doorbell of matt's shared townhome rings through the house as the two of you giddily stand near the door, "3, 2, 1.." you count through giggles before opening the door and facing the young man dressed head to toe in papa johns gear.

"oh. my. god!" you exclaim in a ridiculous country accent, "baby come here, they sent a man to sell us insurance or somethin'!" you call out and pinch your eyebrows.

before the man can get a word in matt comes into frame, cowboy hat in tow and his mocking accent deeper yet identical to your own, "now who 'den sent you here to harass my woman? huh?" he holds a tooth pick in his mouth and squints his eyes. "and how much would i owe to have whatever you got in them boxes, son?" he points and you try not to laugh from behind him.

"uh, it's just a pizza delivery that was ordered to this address, sir..." he looks around, checking the numbers displayed next to the door once more.

you peek your head back in, "you know what, charles, it was probably little john, you know he's always orderin' that amy-zun and what not from that tablet!"

"mmm..." matt pretends to think and not laugh as he holds onto a fake belt around his black sweatpants, "my lady's right," he cracks a smile, "you know how the kids get," he tuts and gestures to the man again while pulling out his wallet, "i owe you?"

"only $12.57."

"right," matt grabs a few bills and whistles, "wife, come grab this box for little john would you?" he hands the money over as you reach for the pizza box, "keep the change, boy." he tilts his hat in dismissal and as soon as the door is shut matt's falling to the floor with laughter as you laugh and place the pizza box down, screaming about how close you are to pissing yourself.

౨ৎ

"asha told me about her birthday trip in november," you say, licking your lips of excess pizza sauce.

matt nods and swallows to respond while wiping his mouth, "yeah she does that shit every year."

you adjust yourself on the bed and grab another slice of the cheese pizza in between you two. "it sounds fun, i'm excited," you say before taking a bite.

"yeah, it's usually fun. usually." he laughs.

"meaning?"

"last year in mexico nick almost fist fought asha's boyfriend because he was bein' shitty to her on her birthday. it was a fuckin' brawl everyday of that trip, i swear."

"damn."

"yeah. but don't trip, asha's not letting anything ruin her birthday this time, she loves herself too much to do that." he rolls his eyes in endearment towards his friend.

"well, how about you? your birthday's next weekend.."

matt shakes his head and looks to the side for a moment, "we always struggle to figure out what we're doing for our birthday. the three of us wanna spend that time together but chris wants a party, nick wants a small get together with games, and i'd want a lowkey dinner or something."

"you could always do all of the ideas but on different days."

"that drags it too much, we'll most likely host a party like we did last year, chris will probably nag us enough to make us give up." matt shrugs and takes a bite of his slice.

"well, i'll be at whatever you decide to do," you smile.

"oh will you now?" his eyebrows lift for just a moment in humor.

"well duh."

"and who's inviting you? cause it won't be me," he smiles and stuffs his mouth again right as you push his shoulder and laugh off his bad joke.

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[aanoia]

Yes (pt. 2 to "No")

James Potter x reader

Summary: James finally gets a yes and makes sure you don't regret it

Warnings; none, js super fluffy and sweet

Ft. My trip to nursery today ⚘️

Lowkey LOVE this, I hate how short it came out but that's okayy

Thanks to an acc I cannot find to tag and @herejustforjj for helping me out! You will have your angsty fluff ending probably the next part!!!

I might make an optional pt. 3, optional bc I want it to be angsty, like, sad ending, but idkkk

I might actually make a pt. 3 where there's some angst and then fluff and THEN an optional pt. 4. I rly dk

Pt. 1 here!

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Fine.” 

James' eyes lit up, looking like a little kid on Christmas, “Really?” He asked tentatively, his voice quiet. Y/n smiled at him softly and nodded.

“Really.” She whispered to him and laughed as he flew up, arms in the air as he whooped and jumped around excitedly. 

He paused, his face flushed and glasses crooked on his face, “It will be the best date you have ever been on. You have my word.” He promised, holding his pinky out.

Y/n linked hers with his, “I’ll hold you to that.”

He clutched tightly onto the girl's finger, lifting her up so I was standing and pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Y/n could feel the ecstatic energy radiating from his skin. He gave one last squeeze before letting go, winking and running off, probably to plan their date. 

Y.n sat back down with a shake of her head, a permanent smile imprinted on her face. This should be fun.

James held tightly onto Y/n’s pinky which was linked with his as the pair walked down the busy streets of Hogsmeade.

“So, what’s your plan here, James?” Y/n asked, moving a strand of hair out of her eyes.

He smiled, “I love it when you call me James.”

She snorted, “That’s your name, is it not?”

“It is, but it sounds so much better when you say it. And you used to call me Potter, but it’s just James.” He smiled proudly.

“Okay, just James, where are we going?” Y/n asked and he grinned.

“It's a surprise, of course.” He teased, swinging their hands back and forth before he stopped in front of a bookstore. James stepped in front of Y/n and opened the door, unlinking their pinkies. He bowed slightly and held his hand out to help her up the step, “After you, m’lady.”

Y/n laughed and took his hand, “Why thank you, kind sir.” 

The cold air of the bookstore was a nice contrast to the hot sun outside, and Y/n took a deep breath, happiness filling her body as soft jazz music filled the store. Y/n smiled and waved softly to the owner of the bookstore who had her nose buried in a book as she sipped from her coffee mug, her gray hair pulled back into a bun. She smiled back, glancing at James who stumbled over his feet as he came through the door and then winking at her. Y/n shook her head with a silent laugh, grabbing onto his hand and bringing him to her favorite section in the bookstore as he followed blindly.

“Wait.” He said quietly, not wanting to ruin the calm atmosphere of the store. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, alright?”

Y/n giggled softly, taking a step closer so she had to look up to look into his eyes, “What’s gonna happen?” She whispered with a smile.

“You’re gonna grab as many books as your heart desires, okay? And then you’re gonna tell me which one you’re most excited to read, and I’m going to take it and read it and leave you cute little notes, so when you read it you’re thinking of me the entire time.” He told the girl softly and she nodded, happiness blooming in her chest. Maybe this boy, as persistent and arrogant he is, isn’t that bad. 

After half an hour of the two looking over new books and Y/n explaining the ones she had already read to James, who watched her lovingly and listened attentively, Y/n had chosen four books, of which James insisted he carry. They walked to the front desk and James gently placed them down, flashing the owner a smile before Y/n began rummaging in her bag for money as she looked over the choices. Y/n thanked her quietly as she told me the price, still trying to find her wallet.

“Here you go, ma’am.” James said and Y/n looked up to see him handing the owner some coins.

“Wait, no, James, I’ll pay.” She insisted but he shook his head.

“No can do.” He smiled and grabbed the bag from the owner before waving her goodbye and grabbing Y/n’s hand, leading her out of the shop, the bag softly thumping against his toned thighs. Oh, those quidditch thighs.

“Thank you, James.” Y/n said as they once again walked through the streets.

“Don’t thank me just yet, sweetheart.” He said and pulled her along hurriedly. “Food time.” He said with a smile as they neared a circle of trees, he went behind the girl. “This, my love, is when you go blind.” Y/n smiled as his warm, calloused hands went over her eyes and he carefully led her through the trees, the bag of books hanging from the inside of his elbow. “Careful, there's a fallen branch right there.” James whispered softly in Y/n’s ear, causing warmth to flood her body.

“Thank you.” She said back, equally as quiet as the birds happily chirped around them.

“Okay, you can stop walking now.” He said and she did as told. “Three, two, one.” he removed her hands and she gasped, her hand going to cover her mouth as she looked at the sight before her eyes. Candles floated in the air like they did in the Great Hall and there was an elegant red and white picnic blanket covered in an array of food. James gently led her to the picnic blanket and laid down on his side as Y/n sat with her legs outstretched.

James propped himself up with his elbow, “So?” he asked.

“James, it’s- it’s beautiful.” Y/n admitted, feeling very grateful she finally said yes to his consistent asking.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He said and winked, before quickly grabbing a chocolate covered strawberry. “Cringy, I know, but eat it. They’re good.” He encouraged, reaching up and bringing it to her lips, trying to push past them. Y/n laughed through her nose as she tried to keep her lips shut before giving in and taking a bite.

She groaned as she relished the flavor, “Strawberries are so good.” James nodded in agreement.

“You should read to me.” James said, grabbing the book bag and passing it to her, before readjusting himself and laying his head in Y/n’s lap. She smiled and grabbed one of the books, opening it with her right hand and letting her left gently play with a strand of James’ hair.

After a few moments of reading quietly to James, Y/n spared a glance at the forest in front of her and gasped quietly, urging James to look over. Standing just in view were a doe and stag, lovingly rubbing their heads together. Y/n, not knowing anything about the importance of a stag in James’ life, thought it was just a cute coincidence. James, however, knew it had to be a sign.

“One last stop.” James said, once again, for what seemed like the thousandth time, led Y/n by hand through the less busy streets of Hogsmeade.

“You really went all out, didn’t you?” Y/n asked and James nodded.

“Of course I did, the most magnificent girl on Earth said yes to date, I had to make sure she knew how special she was.” He answered, looking ahead. Something Y/n was thankful for as she was sure her face turned tomato red.

After just a moment they neared a large open area with many greenhouses.

“A nursery?” Y/n questioned, not knowing Hogsmeade even had one.

James smiled proudly, looking back at her, “Mhm! A little birdy, who goes by the name of Sirius, told me how much you loved flowers, so I figured you’d like to come here.” He said as he dragged her past the entrance and into the endless aisles of flowers. 

“James, the flamingo flies!” Y/n said excitedly as she pointed at the metal flamingo whose body was swaying slightly in the wind, giving it the impression of flying.

“I wish I could fly.” James said. “That would be so cool.”

Y/n snorted, “James, you can fly.”

James stood in confusion for a moment before his eyes lit up as he remembered his broomstick, “Oh, yeah!”

“So, which is your favorite?” James asked and Y/n smiled as she spotted them and led him to them.

“Forget me nots.” She informed him, looking at the flower with a happy glint in her eyes.

“Ah, well, fear not, fair maiden. Forget you, I will not.” James said with a funny face and Y/n laughed at his ridiculousness. 

The two walked around, gazing at the flowers and admiring their beauty. James watched Y/n with a soft smile as her fingers grazed the petals with the utmost gentleness, barely even bending the fragile beauty. In a moment of love, he grabbed her hand and spun her in a circle, careful not to let her fall into the flowers. She laughed giddily as her hands went to James’ shoulders to steady her. The two made eye contact, their hearts beating in sync as their faces neared each other. Y/n could feel James’ breath fan against her face and the warmth radiating from his lips as they got closer. In a quick moment, their lips touched as fireworks went off around them. 

However, everything was silenced and the two pulled away quickly as a grouchy old lady cleared her throat, annoyed at the two lovesick teens for blocking the aisle. James cleared his throat as well before bowing his head at the woman with a tightlipped smile, obviously trying to hold in his laughter.

“We’re sorry, ma’am. We’ll be on our way.” He said before grabbing Y/n’s hand and rushing past the old woman. After they were a good enough distance from her they burst out laughing, finding the situation absolutely hilarious. 

James groaned with an open mouth smile, running a hand over his face, messing up his glasses. Y/n took a step closer to the boy and gently fixed his glasses, a proud smile on her face when they were perfectly straight. 

“You want to buy some flowers, flower?” James asked softly and Y/n nodded with a smile. “Forget me nots it is, so you never forget me.”

Y/n smiled, “You’re right. I’ll always remember you.”

[panjakes]

Hello my friend, I hope that you are having a good day! 😊 Well, For my first request, I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon with BTS x short black!reader (Short meaning like 5’2 in height and who’s from America with Trinidad and Tobago Caribbean roots/culture which includes the accent,food and of course Soca Carnival) who they date, want to marry and have children with in the future? ( You can choose how many kids each of them should have!)

-straight up loves everything about you.

-Your hair, your looks, your body, your style, your laugh, your culture. Everything about you

-Loves when you cook traditional foods for him. Enjoys it everytime

-Enjoys your company. Wants to spend every minute of his day with you

-Makes fun of your height

-tries not to laugh when you yell at him with your thick accent

-Always goes with you to celebrate carnival

-always has a good time watching you dance and celebrate

-Usually just sits back watches you have fun with the biggest smile on his face

-Turns you down when you invite him to dance

-Somehow you finally convince him and now your dancing on him

-All he did was stuff his face

“This is good! What is it again?!”

-Really enjoyed seeing you doing your cultural things

-Lowkey missed it when you two left to go home

-Talked about it everyday and how you two were going again

-Definitely started thinking of marriage after

-Wanted you guys children to be apart of both cultures

-Very much excited when you did fall pregnant

-Wouldn’t stop touching you

“Taehyung stop touching me!”

“Sorry… I can’t help it”

-There every emotion and craving

“Bae can you get me some hot Cheetos?”

“I don’t think you should feed our love child that”

-Immediately goes and get hot Cheetos(and more) after you attacked him with a pillow

-Stays up with you when the baby is keeping you up with its kicking

-Randomly asked how you felt about marrying him

“So, will you marry me?”

“Is this how you ask me?”

“…Yeah”

“Yeah why not?”

“Is that how you respond?”

-It was a very nice ceremony

-Wouldn’t stop crying and calling you his wife

“That’s my wife’s plate”

“My wife said she wants a Pepsi”

“Yeah my wife is having a baby”

-Still couldn’t stop touching you even at the party

-Wasn’t shameful or discrete about it

-Still made fun of your height even at the party

“Your dress is dragging”

“I know”

“It’s because your short”

“Okay taehyung” you say getting irritated

“I wonder if our daughter will be short”

“OKAY TAEHYUNG”

-Very excited when you went into labor

-was frantic while you were calm

-literally had everything packed and triple checked everything

-Held your hand the whole time

-kept telling you To be calm when he was STILL frantic

“Calm down babe it’s okay I promise!”

“Taehyung I’m fine!”

-Was very excited to hold his daughter for the first time

-Also cried when she started crying

-damn near wouldn’t let you hold her

-overall best girl dad ever

-you never made a bottle or changed a diaper

-but it was different with your second kid, boy was tired

-“Babe Tahari is crying”

-“Well go get him”

-“I’m holding Tatum”

-Still beat dad

-Type of dad to have one baby on the back and one on the front

-Holds both babies at once

-Likes to travel with your babies to both of your countries

-Feeds them Traditional food

“Eat it, its curry goat” he says pushing the spoon into your one year old daughters mouth who gladly ate it

-Dresses the kids alike ALL THE TIME

-“Taehyung they aren’t twins”

-“But aren’t they cute?!”

-Always matching family outfits. Color coordinated

-Overall very good dad and very good husband

@lelewright1234 I tried!!! I hope it was okay.

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Hi!! I just wanted to say first off that this is such a cute idea! I don’t usually do a lot of requests/asks but i could not pass this up!

-My name is Lara Lowry, I use she/her pronouns!

-I’m short (like 5’1”) and I have dark brown curly hair. i’m half irish and half nigerian so i look kinda mixed. i have really dark brown eyes that kinda just look black unless you’re really close or in the sunlight lol. i have olive skin, im kind of pale rn cause it’s winter!

- I am an ENFP-A and my enneagram is 2 if i remember correctly. i love very hard and get attached very quickly! my love languages are quality time and physical touch i think. I am somewhat outgoing but i love to be at home a lot too. I’m a cancer so im very emotionally charged and i wear my heart on my sleeve.

-i play the flute and piano, im in the wind symphony and orchestra at my university and i love it, but i also love to draw so im an art major! i enjoy theatre and singing. i love to write as well, i just wish i could be more motivated to do so. one of my dreams is to be a mother honestly and make a beautiful/loving home for my family!

-i really love a partner that is sort of grounding for me, like someone who can be my rock. (i am very codependent which is bad ik but definitely one of my flaws.) i love someone who is classy and gentleman like! i think chivalry is very attractive! i can be a little crazy sometimes cause i have ADHD so i also like someone who can be my calm counterpart but also be fun and crazy with me sometimes! ok this is very telling but i LUV gingers, they’ve always been my type. i also love me some scrawny white men lol.

-my b.o.b faves are definitely winters, liebgott, guarnere, webster… in that order :) so i would love to be shipped with any of them but honestly i love them all so i don’t mind!

i’m so excited for this and thanks! :D



Aaaaaa thank you so much for the request love!! 😁🥰

I ship you with…

Joe Liebgott!

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - I Was Born to Love You by Queen

How y’all met

Ok so you were in Paris studying art and one day you were just vibing in an outdoor cafe doing some sketching

Liebgott was out with Luz and Webster just vibing on their weekend passes

Turns out they were at the same cafe!!

So you noticed the three of them hanging out and being Adorable so of course it’s sketchy sketchy time

You do this gorgeous picture of the three of them that just really captures the playful energy and happy vibes they were giving off

But Joe noticed you looking over and immediately is like wow she’s heckin cute

So he tries to catch your eyes every time you look up and he does a couple of times and just gives you THAT SMIRK YOU KNOW WHICH ONE and he can see you blush from his table and just thinks you’re SO CUTE

Joe decides to excuse himself for a second and saunters over to you, like, he needs to talk to you or else he’s gonna explode

“Couldn’t help but notice your pretty eyes kept looking over” he smooth talks as he takes the empty seat at your table

Before you can respond he sees your drawing and is just like

Jaw drop

Joe just drops all of his flirty smooth talking and in a sweet, honest voice, “you drew that? …that's how you saw me?”

Sweet boy just goes kinda quiet while staring at your drawing but he quickly snaps back to his senses, albeit a little frazzled

“Um, I’m Joe,” he says politely, stretching out a hand to you

Long story short he got a weekend pass to Paris any time he could and wrote to you every day

Lowkey you’d always put a little doodle on your letters back to him and he’d never admit it but all week he’d be looking forward to your letter and see what you drew this time

How he knew he loves you

So it’s one of the times when he got a weekend pass and y’all are having a picnic in the park just vibing and having a lovely time

All of a sudden a baseball comes rolling over to y’all and you notice a couple of itty bitty kids have started running over

You pick up the baseball and hand it to them and they start to apologize but you’re so sweet and they’re so stinking cute they just laugh and say thank you before running back to their game

Joe was sitting back watching the interaction and all he could see was you with a bunch of little Liebgotts

It just kind of hit him, he doesn’t want anybody else, you’re his person

As you’re coming back to sit down he takes your hand and just pulls you into his lap

Before you can protest he plants a soft, sweet kiss on your lips

“I’m in love with you, doll”

You can barely hear it but it still brings tears to your eyes

And you knew you found your person

A conflict and how y’all resolved it

So it’s after the war and you were back at home doing some sketches

It’s around the time Joe is supposed to be home but he’s still not home??

Finally you’re about to go to bed and Joe walks in the door

“Hey love! Long day at work?” you say, trying to mask your worry/relief as you give him a welcome home hug

“Yeah, something like that,” he replies half-heartedly as y’all go back and get ready for bed

This happens three more times in the week

You never get to see Joe, and when you do see him he’s too tired to talk

Not to mention the Intrusive Thoughts start happening

He can’t be seeing someone else…right?

So it’s finally the weekend and Joe has the day off

Or so you thought

You’re up and making coffee when Joe makes his way out

“Hey babydoll I’m gonna go try and get a few fares in,” he says casually, about to give you a goodbye peck on the cheek

Except all the worry and loneliness just kinda boils out of you

“Joey I haven’t seen you all week and now you’re picking up cab shifts on Saturday!?”

“Well I was just trying to make us some extra cash…”

“We’ve already paid our bills this month! Besides you could at least take today to be at home!”

The air is heavy while the two of you just stand there quietly

Joe has an anxious look in his eyes, looking everywhere but you as his hand comes up to the back of his neck

You notice and tears start welling up

“Tell me there isn’t someone else,” you’re barely able to make out without a sob accompanying your words

Suddenly Joe’s expression completely changes

His eyes immediately meet yours with shock and concern

“Baby is that why you think I’ve been out every night?”

You stay quiet and look down at the floor, unsure if you feel silly, embarrassed, frustrated, or some combination of the three

“Oh sweetheart…” Joe immediately comes over and wraps you up in a warm, tight hug

You let a few sobs escape as you melt into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him

“You know I’d never do that to you love, shit there’s no one out there that even begins to compare to you,” Joe tells you in a quiet, sincere voice

“Then why have you been going out so much?”

Joe pulls away from the hug and looks down at the floor, almost appearing embarrassed

“I wanted to surprise you… I’m saving up for your birthday present.”

And you just ???? “What could you be getting that could need you to work so much?”

“I just always saw how you looked at pictures of Ireland and how you always say you’d like to go somewhere on a vacation…”

“Joey, are you saving up to take me there?”

“... I was saving up so we could fly first class and get a nice fancy hotel, you deserve the best…”

Now you start sobbing again but for a whole new reason

Joe looks at you again with concern when he hears you start crying again but you just take his face in your hands and give him the biggest kiss ever

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met, you know that?”

He winds up staying home that day ❤️

Your Happily Ever After

So y’all get married after the war and you move to San Francisco with your mans

You have twin girls who you both love to the moon and back

Your family is just as you pictured it and so much more - like it's so clear to everyone how much all four of you love each other

Every weekend you, Joe, and your girls are in the park trying something new

One weekend Joe is teaching them to ride bikes and helping them up when they fall

The next weekend they’re showing you the flowers that they drew cuz they wanna be artists like you

At the end of each day after you put the girls to bed you just sit on your couch with Joe and lean your head on his shoulder and life couldn’t be more perfect

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Y’all always do family costumes for Halloween and it’s the best thing ever

One year you were superheroes

You and Joe were Superman and Wonder Woman and the twins were Batman and Robin

Another year you were Cruella and the three of them dressed as dalmatians

Nothing compares though to when the Easy Company Reunion fell on Halloween Weekend

So, unbeknownst to Joe, the three of you dressed as his friends for Halloween

Of course you dressed up as Webster

And the girls just begged to go as Uncle George and Uncle Joe

The only ones smiling bigger than Joe were Luz and Toye when they saw their mini me's

Joe keeps the picture from that Halloween in his wallet and another copy in his cab visor

aaaaaaaa this was so much fun to write!!! Thank you again for the ask Lara and for your patience 🫠 !!!!

[ghostmaldo]

‧𓍢ִ໋☕ ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ Akaza x GN!Reader~Modern coffee shop AU ‧𓍢ִ໋☕ ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

I’ve had the premise of this idea brewing in the back of my mind for sometime after reading a similar fic I can no longer find ;-; Rengoku is behaving as a protective older sibling to reader. Akaza is a flirty meanace but still drinks his respect women juice.

This is a fantasy setting in a fantasy world children please don’t leave with men you don’t really know. EVER. At the very lease exercise caution and tell someone where you’re going.

No warnings, flustered reader and a sweet kiss at the end

Playlist listened to while writing: Lowkey imagined it was the music playing the lobby of the coffee shop

Ask box open 💙

~Maldo

“Thank you and have a nice day!” (Y/N) smiled brightly as they bid another satisfied customer farewell. Kyōjurō Rengoku stood beside them beaming his usual smile. “Excellent (Y/N)! I’m always happy to see you getting along with the guests!” They returned his warm smile, opening their mouth to form a polite response. But they were caught off mid breath by the sound of something crashing in the back room of the store followed by Zenitsu infamous screamed. The two of them could hear the ‘hushed whispers’ of Tanjiro and Inosuke bantering back and forth. “Oh my, I’ll be right back! Just holler at me if you need anything!” And with that Rengoku disappeared to investigate the trio’s whereabouts.

Chuckling to themselves, (Y/N) turned their attention back to the front counter. Seeing a figure right out of the corner of their eye, they let out a sharp gasp. Finding pastel lashes and bright ocean eyes starring directly them along with a charming smile. Recognizing these eyes, they quickly relaxed, reforming their customer smile. “A-Akaza! Sorry, you startled me…. Again.” His smirk grew while he leaned himself onto the counter. Leaning his chin into his palm promptly closing the already short space between them to a mere few inches. (Y/N) concluded he must have just finished at the gym judging by the snug black shirt he sported and his hair slicked back as if he showered a few moments ago. What also gave him away was a specific cologne he used after he visited the gym. (Y/N) had picked up on the fact he only wore it *after* his work out. The scent noticeably missing on the few occasions he came before his routine.

“Oh my apologies precious, I just can’t help myself sometimes.” He gave a low laughter that stirred (Y/N) stomach. He always managed to make them a flustering mess within the few minutes of being in their presence. They cleared their throat quickly to gather themselves, though thier eyes never moved from his. They admitted… his eyes were easy to admire.

“What can I get for you today Akaza?” His eyes seamlessly flickered up to the menu above, grazing over the many things they offered within a few seconds before retuning his gaze back to (Y/N). “Hmmm, I was thinking of trying something new today…” A michevious look danced across his eyes lashes. Heat blossomed on (Y/N) face instantly when they caught his knowing smirk. Yet, they still dared to play into his little antics… it made the work day a little more exciting with him around. “W-what did you have in mind.”

Akaza snapped his fingers suddenly, as if the best idea had just entered his mind. “I know! Why don’t we try that new ice cream parlor after your done here. My treat! What do you think about that?” The proposition took them by complete surprise. They fumbled with a response at first, stopped speaking, taking a deep breath in. And once again speaking. “W-With me?”

He nodded, pointing a gentle finger at them. “Yes, with you. No pressure though-“

“Yes.” They cut him off unintentionally. “That actually sounds lovely.” They caught themselves by surprise with their answer. But they trusted their gut instinct Akaza wouldn’t do any sort of malice to them. (Y/N) confirmation causes a genuine smile to uplift on Akaza’s face, one they’d never seen him make before. Another waft of his scent invading (Y/N) senses. It was so… lovely. Mentally they swooned

“Wonderful! I’m so glad to hear! What time to you get off precious?”

Discussing the details with Akaza, they confirmed with each other they’d meet back up at the coffee shop a little after 4pm. That was also the exact moment Rengoku made emerged back up to the front with noticeable dark coffee stains all over his nicely pressed shirt. However, all those thoughts went right out the window as he locked eyes with Akaza. Uh oh… he defiantly wasn’t happy to see him. And yet, Akaza simply waved cheerily at him as if they were life long friends. “Kyōjurō!”

“Akaza.”

A chill shiver ran over (Y/N) spine they way Rengoku frowned toward the man in question. Rengoku never, ever frowned at anyone, no matter how difficult they were being… unless that persons name was Akaza. They were unsure why Rengoku disliked him so much but at this point they were a bit too afraid to ask. “I trust you are behaving for my employee.”

“Of course! I was just about to leave actually…” He pivoted on his feet toward the door but stopped to turn his attention back to (Y/N) one last time. Sending a charming wink their way. “I’ll see you later precious~”

They melted right in their place with that singular wink. That was a enough serotonin for them to last for weeks. (Y/N) pinning was interupted however with the way Rengoku peered at them with concern. “You’re seeing him after your shift today?”

“J-just for ice cream a few blocks over. Nothing serious!” They responded hastily, raising their hands in front of them in self defense. Saying it aloud did make it have other implications or as if they were walking into a lions den- still, they were standing firm on their gut with this one. “Do you still have Mitsuri’s number?” They nodded at the mention of one of their other co-workers. “Good, good, I don’t want to tell you how to live you life, so I’m not going to. But would you at least let Mitsuri know where you are and when you get home?”

A smile broke out onto (Y/N) face. Rengoku was always so protective of his workers, much like an older brother. The concern warmed their heart. “Of course Rengoku! I promise!”

The tension of the room disappeared along with his frown as his signature smile returned to his face. “Very good! Do enjoy yourself (Y/N).”

☕︎༄

The entire interaction with Akaza after work was more than delightful. They sent the text to Misturi as promised to Rengoku. Then, Akaza lead the both of them to the ice cream shop just a few blocks over. They took turns talking about their days and learning a few things about each other as they walked. (Y/N) rather enjoyed Akaza’s company and was exstatic to learn he ran a Dojo of his own on the other side of town. Which was the reason he was always working so hard on his physique with long hours at the gym. He also listened attentively with interest when (Y/N) spoke about the things in their life.

Once they arrived at the ice cream shop, it seemed a mountain of other people had the same idea on the warm summer evening. (Y/N) shifted uncomfortable between their two feet upon viewing how many people there were. Something Akaza’s keens eyes picked up on quickly. “If you tell me what flavor you like, Ill get it for you. And maybe you can find us a table outside?” They blinked at him for a second before happily agreeing. ‘How sweet of him to offer.’

It didn’t take long for Akaza to return with two single scoop cones in his hand. One of Strawberry for himself and the other of (Y/N) preferred flavor. “For you (Y/N), my precious.” He spoke, handing them their cone before having a seat across from them. Something was a bit different from the way Akaza carried himself now then when they were together in the shop. The mushy flirty comments had stopped, though a content smile did remain on his face. His shoulders were far more relaxed and he spoke with (Y/N) more so as a friend. It was nice to see this side of him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Akaza questioned between licks of his strawberry ice cream. Realizing they’d been starring, (Y/N) averted their eyes and took another long lick of their dessert before answering. “I was just thinking how nice this is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you before.” This comment rippled a chuckle from Akaza. He leaned back in his chair in such a way (Y/N) already knew they was blushing all over again… How was he so handsome!

“Funny, I was thinking the same about you. I’ve picked on Rengoku so much he loathes me when he sees me and the other workers tend to ignore my gestures.. But you… I don’t know… friendly. First time I saw you I knew you were different from his other employees.”

“Different enough to ask me on a date?” He froze mid lick and his eyes blew up wide open. (Y/N) heart raced with panic they may have crossed a boundary. “S-Sorry, I was only joking-“

“Hahaha! See! I knew you were fun!” He leaned his head into his opposing palm with a teasing smirk on his lips. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief despite the still wild beating of their heart. Together, they enjoyed the rest of their time chatting about casual things. Eventually an hour turned to too and soon enough the sun was beginning to set. Akaza offered to walk (Y/N) home since it had gotten dark on them. They felt comfortable enough to wrap their arm around his bicep in which he happily allowed them too.

They both agreed on a second date 💐

[balls-into-laundrybaskets]

"nice 'n' slow ..."

suggestions: OPEN

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie, convinces you into being tied up (lowkey highkey inspired by the Munson closet tour)

tags: MINORS DNI ; bondage ; edging ; soft!Dom Eddie ; finger sucking ; oral!fem receiving ; aftercare

wc: 11.4k

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Short carpet dug into the bare skin of your knees. You felt goosebumps rise on your arms as cool air from the AC washed over you. Your breathing hitched in your throat, which caused the ropes around your abdomen to tighten. You wished you could reach you knees to itch but you were currently being tied up by your lovely boyfriend. 

You don’t know how you were roped into this (pun unintended) but Eddie could be very persuasive. The conversation started, as most conversations usually did, with him on top of you. 

Your hands dug into his wild hair as he practically attacked your neck, leaving a string of purple bruises shining on your skin. His hands molded against your breasts, squeezing them like he was kneading dough. You tipped your head back and moaned, grinding your pelvis against his, feeling him grow more and more excited with each movement. 

“Wait wait wait,” he said, detaching himself from your neck. You whined a bit in protest. “I want to run something by you.”

You sat up on your elbows, sighing lewdly into his face. He breathed you in, half-lidded, his brain turning to mush, effectively forgetting his question. 

Focus, Munson, he scolded himself. 

“You gonna say something or sit there and look pretty,” you purred. He grinned, his canines gleaming wickedly. He cupped your jaw with his ringed fingers and tilted your attention up to meet his gaze.

“I want you to keep an open mind about this,” he started. You searched his gorgeous dark brown eyes and nodded obediently. Eddie’s attention wavered from your eyes down to your parted swollen lips. He probably should’ve asked this question before you two were locked in heat. You pecked at him playfully and he giggled and shook his head. “You’re so cute but you gotta pay attention, okay?” he said, more to himself than anything. 

“I’m all ears baby,” you cooed, smiling brightly. Any resolve Eddie still had was hanging on by a thread. His anxiety melted at the curl of your lips. 

“What would you say,” he said, tracing the curve of your arm with his fingers, “To the idea of me tying you up?” 

You felt your nipples go ridged in shock. You knew, even before the two of you begun fooling around, that your boyfriend was a bit of a freak. His comics were full of lewd drawings of women having crazy sex with demons or heavy rockers. He made frequent trips to the adult video store, the tapes shoved haphazardly in his closet. He had handcuffs on his belt for fuck’s sake. 

“You’d know how?” you asked, your mind already dripping with potential sexy scenarios. Part of you had wondered whether it would get to this point in the relationship and the thought filled you with lustful excitement. Not that what you were doing now, by any means, was bad. Far from it actually. There were few things that Eddie could do to you that would be considered “bad” in the traditional sense. 

He bit his bottom lip, grinning, “Does that idea get you excited?” 

Your mouth turned up slyly, “And what if it does?”

“I need to hear you say it,” he said, holding your gaze intensely. His fingers inched their way back to your jawline, stroking you hypnotically. 

You embraced his touch, your eyes drooping sleepily. “I want you to tie me up,” you mumbled. 

“Tie you up?” he coaxed, thumbing the corner of your lips.

“Please,” you finished, delicately kissing the pad of his thumb. 

“There’s a good girl,” he muttered, his voice becoming husky. You growled deep in your throat. You loved when he called you that. “Come with me to my room.”

He stood up with you, hand enveloping yours. Your heartbeat skipped merrily as your nerves made your knees wobble. You knew you had nothing to fear. You would fight a legion of demons for this boy and you knew he’d do the same for you in return, no questions asked. You trusted him as much as you loved him; wholly and truly. 

He lead you deeper into his bedroom before he spun you around, cupping your waist tightly. He planted a heavy kiss on your lips. You faded into his kiss, your spark of desire from earlier reigniting as he pushed open your lips with his. His slippery tongue danced around yours. One hand locked your face to his while the other gripped your throat, his thumb on your quickening pulse. You moaned sweetly against his touch. 

“Start taking your clothes off,” he ordered against your mouth. You hands flew to the hem of your shirt, peeling it off your hot skin. You burned at the thought of him. You already found yourself soaking just from hearing his voice. 

He reluctantly detached himself from you and retreated into his closet. Eddie never thought he’d need to focus as hard as he was now. If he gave this level of attention to his studies, he’d be an honors student. When he saw you fully naked, obediently waiting for him at the foot of his bed, he felt like he should pinch himself. You were so perfect, waiting with your doe eyes shining in the late sunset light. Your flushed cheeks and perky tits alone were enough to kill him. 

He pulled out a cord of nylon rope and your toes began to curl in anticipation. 

“Get down on your knees for me,” he spoke softly. You scooted your cute little butt off his bed and gingerly leaned onto the scratchy carpet. He unwound the rope on his hand and knelt down to your level. He looped the rope around your waist, leaning into the crook of your neck, placing wet kisses on you. You felt yourself concave and started to reach up to draw him closer to you. 

His hand caught your wrist mid stride. “Sit up and keep your hands behind your back,” he growled. Your heart swooped as you swallowed thickly. You became even more wet with slick. He continued to ravish your upper body, while winding knots around you. You did your absolute best to stay completely still but you felt yourself begin to crumble. The scratchy, tight texture of the rope gripped and bit at your flesh. It squeezed you sharply and you suddenly found your arms sufficiently bound behind you. 

Your breasts protruded like two full water balloons. Eddie began to palm them in his massive hands, the cold metal of his rings striking your hot skin. Your brows creased as a dull, insistent throb pounded from deep inside you. 

“E-Eddie,” you whined, “I’m soaking.” 

Your voice rang in his ears and he thanked whatever god was listening that he was on his knees already. He pulled away and admired his handiwork. 

His face flushed at the sight of you squirming. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed. 

“You are so not helping,” you laughed weakly. Eddie bit back a goofy smile. 

“Open up,” he said, offering his fingers to you. You latched onto them, relishing in the salty taste of his skin. A soft gasp escaped him at your eagerness. His other hand stroked its way down to your wetness, tracing the plump folds between your legs. You jumped as if shocked by a live wire. “You were not kidding,” Eddie purred, “You’re soaked, sweetie. And I’ve hardly done anything.”

You could’ve screamed. He twirled his finger tip inside, enough to get it slick. He switched hands, popping the fingers with your wetness inside your pretty mouth. 

“Go ahead and taste yourself,” he said, rubbing circles around your clit. Your back arched as much as you were allowed. Eddie’s erection pulsed against his jeans as your sounds vibrated against your tongue. Your thighs quaked and squirmed as he picked up speed. Your wrists twisted in their restraints, desperate to grab him, lunge at him. This was torture in the sweetest sense of the word. 

You whimpered as pulses of electricity shot up your body. You were ready to cum. Your face contorted in pleasure.

And then he pulled his hand away. You groaned sorrowfully, your euphoria draining. Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed in sympathy as he watched your expression sag. 

“Get back on the bed, onto your stomach this time,” he ordered. You ears perked up and you did your best to stand on your knobby knees. You landed back on his mattress with as much grace as a beached whale, earning a light chuckle from your boyfriend. Your heart-shaped ass hung blissfully in the air. Eddie inhaled sharply at the sight of you, licking his lips. He shuffled on his knees, gently pulling your legs apart, exposing your folds. He leaned in, his hot breath cupping your entrance. 

For what seemed like an eternity, he attached himself to you, sucking your juices and penetrating you with his tongue. A primal groan erupted from your throat as your walls tightened around his tongue. Your body twisted, you toes standing up and away until he had to lock you into place with his grip. He dug deeper into you, a mixture of his drool and your slick dripping from his chin. You sobbed into his sheets, your fingers flexing desperately. Eddie’s own pants became painfully tight as you sky rocketed towards your climax.

“E-Ed —!” you screamed. You couldn’t finish his name before you squirted all over your boyfriend’s face. You let completely loose, draining more than you thought you had in you all over his smug little face. You crumpled to the bed, panting thinly and sporadically. Eddie cleaned you up with his tongue, your body twitching with each playful swipe across your slit. “F-Fuck…” you sputtered out. 

Eddie crawled up beside you in bed, flipping you on your side to face him. You forced your eyes to focus on his features. He brushed a few stray wisps from your sweaty face, biting his lip. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, a reassuring smile brightening his face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

Your head lolled as a dumb grin stretched your face, “I think you killed me.” Eddie laughed and planted a sweet kiss against your soft lips. 

“Here,” he sat up and began to untie you. The rope burn on your body looked insanely hot to him, flushing his cheeks. Your bones creaked as you were finally able to move again. Eddie helped you sit upright beside him. He reached behind him and pulled his comforter free, wrapping the thick material across the two of you. You snuggled deeper into him, drawing your legs up under the blanket, cocooned by his scent. The two of you collapsed softly together, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. He placed a small kiss on the top of your head. “I want to thank you for letting me try that,” he said. His fingers wrapped around your hand. They still smelled like you.

You craned your neck up and kissed his jaw. “Of course! It was a lot more fun than I was anticipating,” you giggled, “You really surprised me.”

“I surprised you?” Eddie laughed, “Sweetheart, I didn’t know those half the sounds you made existed until now.” You hit his chest playfully. He drew you tighter to him and peppered your face with kisses. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he said sweetly. 

“I know,” you responded, “I love you, you know?” 

Eddie’s eyes fluttered as his heart lurched. Five words never sounded so lovely to him. And he was blessed enough to hear them from your lips. “I love you too.” 

The two of you shared a tender kiss laced with contented comfort. The sun had set, leaving the two of you encased in quiet darkness. You buried your eyes into the crook of his neck. His thumb stroked the top of your shoulder as your breathing steadied. 

“What do you say,” you said finally, “To continuing this tomorrow?” You propped yourself up in his arms, leveling your eyes with his, “Only this time, you’re the one being tied up?”

Eddie’s eyes widened, a blush coloring his face. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he responded slyly.  

[rosenallies]

any sashnarcia pregnancy or baby fluff 🥺???

here’s a bit more baby fluff bc lowkey I’m just coming down from a pregnancy scare bebdbevsjdj anyway <3 here’s like idk some little short snippets of baby fluff bc I couldn’t think of one prompt that was longer than a paragraph or something dbebeb

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“Do you think he loves us already? The way we love him?” Marcia spoke softly, cradling baby Kai in her arms as he slept against their chest, comforted by their steady heartbeat.

Anetra smiled fondly, brushing some wispy baby hairs from his forehead before she leaned down and kissed him there gently. “I like to think so, what do you think, Sash?”

“Well, I read-“

“Of course you fuckin’ did,” Anetra teased, earning her a glare from Marcia and Sasha at once.

“Language, Neech, we don’t want his first word to be a bad word,” Sasha chuckled, “anyway, as I was saying, yes, I think he loves us just as much as we love him. I read that even though they don’t have words to verbalize their feelings yet, babies can feel and understand to an extent emotional attachment. He needs us.”

•••

“Sasha,” Marcia whispered, poking Sasha in the side to wake her, “wake up.”

Sasha lifted her head, bleary eyed and exhausted, something they’d all been for weeks since Kai was born, though no one would change it for the world. “Huh, is it my turn to get up?”

“No,” Marcia shook their head, “listen.”

Listening closer, Sasha then heard it, the soft whispering from the baby monitor.

“I never thought I’d be a Mama,” they heard over the monitor, Anetra’s voice softer than either of them had ever heard it, “my Mama wasn’t very good to me, someday when you’re older I’ll tell you about it, but you’ll never have to worry about that, I promise. I love you so much.”

Hearing Anetra, who’d been so worried that the baby would hate her or that she would struggle to feel connected to him due to him not sharing her genetics, talk to him so calmly and softly about her own childhood brought tears to Marcia’s eyes. So what they’d cried over everything since the day Kai was conceived, this one was warranted significantly more than the tears they’d sobbed over Dairy Queen running out of Reese’s pieces one time for the milkshakes they craved while pregnant.

“She had nothing to worry about,” Sasha smiled, tenderness blooming in her chest, “she’s perfect with him.”

•••

“Come on, say it one more time! ‘Ma-ma’ ‘Ma-ma’,” Sasha cooed, the camera poised over Kai in his high chair after Sasha swore up and down he’d just said Mama for the first time.

“Maybe he’s camera shy,” Anetra giggled, “it he didn’t really say Mama and it was just baby babble.”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “Not if he’s anything like me or Marcia,” she whined, turning her attention back to the baby as he giggled, hanging on his high chair in delight, “And I swear he said it! Come on, baby, show mommy! ‘Ma-ma.”

He only continued to giggle, like he was laughing at her.

“Dammit,” she muttered, shoving her phone into her pocket and huffing, sitting beside Anetra at the table, “maybe he didn’t really-“

“Mama!” He suddenly spoke, clapping his chubby hands together.

“See! He said it! He said Mama!” Sasha got up and cheered, lifting him into her arms and kissing his cheeks in excitement, capturing it on camera be damned.

[twosroos]

meet the bradshaws

( bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem reader )

authors notes: me?? writing an x reader? oh my god im lowkey freaking out, this is so out of my comfort zone I hope it’s okay D: !! it’s a bit short because I ran out of steam and I’m not used to x readers at ALL.

for this au Goose is paraplegic and uses a wheelchair or a rollator !!

main characters: nick “goose” bradshaw, carole bradshaw, bradley “rooster” bradshaw

tws: talks of injury, rollator/wheelchair use, self-doubt, a few sex jokes/references to sex and/or sexual actions but no “on page descriptions”

Despite Carole and Nick living in San Diego, you’d never actually met them face to face. And, despite Bradley promising you that his parents would love you, you felt absolutely terrified. Goose was regarded as one of the best RIOs Top Gun had seen-- according to Hondo and Warlock, so you thought it was natural to be terrified of the man. Okay, maybe it wasn’t, because you’d heard such nice things about him, but all you could think is that you’d somehow screw this up.

This was a huge deal for Bradley, who you’d only been dating for about a month now-- since the mission was over and your squadron was stationed somewhere away from his, so you could date without being reprimanded by the higher-ups. No fraternization was a pretty good rule, but damn hard to follow.

But as the weeks had winded down, Penny had called you about having a party at her house for the pilots and her family, since the medal ceremony and dinner would be the day after. You’d agreed, even after feeling all party and ceremony-ed out before you found out the Bradshaws were gonna be there.

You were totally, perfectly, normal and not absolutely dreading your meeting with them. Everything was normal, and fine, and no you were not about to cry over this stupid dinner. There was no reason to be so stupidly stressed!

To distract yourself from spiraling-- and to make sure you were on time, you slipped on a modest but very flattering baby blue floral sundress, one you knew Bradley adored and one that made you feel good. It hugged you perfectly, and was loose at exactly the right points, making you look like a runway model (as you boyfriend had said before trying to slip his hands under the skirt a few nights prior) You had chosen the bathroom as your getting ready area, Bradley taking the bedroom because really all he had to do after his shower was change.

You pinched the dresses fabric, unrolling it from where it had tucked in on itself when you’d slipped it on as there were three knocks place on the bathroom door. Once the skirt was settled and modest, you nodded to yourself.

“Come in, hon.” You called, leaning across the sink to put in these beautiful golden set stud diamond earrings Bradley had gotten you for your birthday only a few weeks back. As soon as Bradley could see you he wolf whistled, leaning next to you to kiss your cheek as he wrapped an arm around you lazily.

“You look amazing, baby.” He murmured against your skin, kissing your cheek again, then lower to your neck, and then your collarbone, and you laughed.

“Maybe later, Bradley.” You took one hand to gently place on his neck, pushing him back from leaving any stray love bites on your skin. He awed softly, jokingly pouting, before quickly pressing a happy chaste kiss to your lips as he slipped behind you, moving to his side of the double vanity in your bathroom. Newly renovated thanks to you.

“My mom is so excited.” He comments as he grabs some gel to put in his hair, you smile softly, watching as he styles himself for a moment before rummaging through your makeup bag to grab your lipstick from the counter. It was Bradley’s favorite shade, a dark pink color that complimented your skin beautifully.

“I’m more nervous than I thought I would be.” You sigh, leaning across the vanity again to apply your lipstick. It was just going to be a dinner at Penny’s house, with Maverick and the rest of the squadron to celebrate their successful mission. You shouldn’t have been as stressed as you were, it was stupid to be so stressed. But you felt seconds away from a breakdown.

It was getting harder to see through glassy eyes, and you had to quickly finish up your lipstick and blink away your tears forcibly. Though, you can't hide anything, because Bradley pauses when he sees your tense face and turns, wiping his hands off on a towel before gently grabbing your face,

“Hey, relax,” He murmurs, “I promise it’ll be okay. My mom can be a lot when she’s excited but she says and does everything with love. Every single day this week she’s been asking me if you’re coming and she’s-- according to my dad, atleast, been dying to meet you since I told them we were dating.”

“But what if something goes wrong?” You blink up at him, trying not to cry, “What if they hate me? Or think I don’t deserve you?” 

He frowns at your tears, leaning down to give you a soft kiss to attempt to cheer you up, it doesn’t work as well as he thought, “My mom already loves you, and I promise, If Maverick likes you, my dad will too, I promise.” 

You sigh, wringing your hands out, “okay, fine.”

“Yes.” He says, grinning as he adjusts your necklace so it lays flat on your neck, “It’s fine. Everything's a-okay.”

--

Bradley’s blue Bronco rumbled to a stop, the old engine clicking as Bradley turned the key and sat back for a moment. Then he turned to look at you with a soft, goofy, smile as he grabbed your hand off the shifter and kissed your knuckles. Something he always did after driving with you, or at any red light.

“Ready to meet the Bradshaws?” He asked, though it wasn’t really like you had a choice. He was clearly so excited, by the way his grin made his eyes crinkle fully, and he let out a giddy laugh.

“Yes, I’m ready.” you reply even though you very much aren’t ready to meet his parents. He grins even bigger somehow, giving you a quick kiss, before slipping out of his door. You lean down to collect your bags, your purse full of your swimsuits for later in the night after dinner, as he opens the door to let you out. As the door swings open, he hold out his hand and you gratefully take it as he helps you hop out of the Bronco and onto the street. As you look you can see Maverick’s bike parked behind Penny’s car with Phoenix’s Pontiac, Hangman’s truck, and Payback’s SUV all in a line parked behind an old Ford pickup. So, hopefully, everyone else was already here, nd it would help you alleviate any awkwardness.

Your stomach twists at the sound of loud laughter from the back deck you don’t recognize. It’s feminine, and not Phoenix’s low cackle, Amelia’s loud laugh, or Penny’s chuckle, meaning it has to be Carole. Plus, who else would have a laugh exactly like your boyfriend’s?

The only thing passing through your brain is how terrified you are, you don’t even notice Amelia waving from the side gate, announcing, “Rooster’s here with Y/n!”

Fucking Goddamnit.

Not a moment later, a blonde head of hair pops next to Eden and the woman is undoubtedly Bradley’s mother. She has the same green eyes, the same goofy loose smile, and even though you’d seen in pictures just how much Bradley physically looked like Nick, you could also not ignore the way he moved his face exactly like Carole. God, these parents had strong ass genetics.

“Oh! My baby!” She called and Bradley immediately flushed, making you want to start laughing, but your nerves held you tight in silence. You couldn’t even break out a smile as Bradley pulled you across Penny’s driveway towards his mother who waited patiently.

“Mom. We talked about this.” He says as you two walk up the sidewalk to the back gate where Carole stands, Amelia long gone and into the noise of the backyard and the house, which has its windows open, letting the late August breeze inside.

“I’m sorry!” She immediately says, “I just wanna meet the girl who makes you so happy! You talk about her all the time, Bradley!”

“Hi Mrs. Bradshaw.” You manage to say after a moment, “Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.”

“Oh honey, you have no need to be so soft! I’m probably the loudest one here other than my own husband--,” she cuts herself off with a laugh and suddenly a wave of confidence washes over you since she didn’t immediately reject you, “Ugh, are you a hugger? I need a hug from you, you look so cute in that dress! Isn’t that the one you wore to that Squadron dinner a few days ago?”

“I am a hugger,” You laugh softly, stepping up to accept her tight hug as she beams, “And yes, I did wear this.”

As you step back she grabs your hands, scanning you up and down with a far-off smile, “God. I’m so glad Brad was able to find a girl like you, beautiful, smart... and so so kind! I’ve herd so much about you! I can’t-- ugh, I’m gonna cry.”

“Ma,” Bradley laughs awkwardly as he shifts behind you to grab your shoulders, “You’re getting overwhelming--”

“You flatter me.” You grin, immediately coming out of your shell at the compliments and trying to steer her away from breaking into tears because that would be worse, even if they are happy tears, “Bradley talks about you all the time. He says how much we act like you and your husband, from the singing to the loud flirting-” you laugh, “I’m so glad you like me, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

“Please, call my Carole honey.” She says, bringing you in for another hug (and grabbing Bradley by the sleeve of his Hawaiian shirt this time) as she squeezes the two of you in her arms with a loud laugh, “I’m just so excited to meet you, Y/n.”

“Yo, Roost!” Hangman leans over the deck railing, causing you all to look up, “Penny brought the piano outside for you!”

“Alright!” Rooster yells back to Hangman as the two fo you exchange greetings.

“Can we sing, Bradley?” You turn to look up at him and he laughs, squeezing your hand as he smiles down at you. When you look at him, you can feel the lovesick expression that crosses your face, and if Carole growing more excited by your ide tells you anything-- she sees it too.

“Of course, honey.” He grins, “But let’s talk to my dad first, yeah?”

“He’s right inside with Maverick, they’re making the steaks and stuff for tonight.” Carole waves you on, and the two of you walk up the small metal ramp Maverick had clearly put up over the decks stairs with some ratchet straps. Inside there’s a bit more hustle and bustle- Amelia’s beating Hangman in Wii Sports, Phoenix is helping Penny string up some lights, Payback is watching Hangman lose Wii Boxing with a grin on his face and a Tito’s cooler in his hand, while Fanboy and Coyote bet over some pool game with the rest of the crew. Bradley walks you in, Carole bee-lining for the kitchen before the two of you can make it there. Then, you hear loud laughter, before someone’s slowly walking their way out with a rollator in front of them.

“Bradley, Y/N!” the guy smiles and you instantly know its Nick based off that fact he looks exactly like Bradley- or, you guess, Bradley looks like him. And because you’ve seen his face in about a hundred pictures by now.

“Hey Dad, this is Y/N--” Bradley goes to introduce you before Nick’s crossed the room and gently pulled you into his arms. You happily accept the hug, letting him squeeze you a bit before he steps back and does the same look over assessment Carole had done.

“Wow. Brad really scored with you.” He comments as his legs start to shake a bit, “I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, hon, and I’m real glad you decided to come meet us.”

“Dad, your legs.” Bradley softly reprimands and his father scowls, clearly not liking the fact Bradley’s interrupting him. He’s so much like his son it makes you instantly smile.

Nick scrunches his face, “I’m having a moment, Brad.” 

“Nicholas.” Carole chimes, motioning to the seat of the rollator and he sighs, stepping back to sit down. You don’t hesitate moving with him, sitting him down on the rollator and making sure he’s secure before letting go and stepping back.

“Thank you, honey.” Nick said, flashing you a soft smile, before you’re able to respond, Amelia’s pulling you away to play Wii Sports, and you have to offer them a rushed goodbye as she tugs you, shouting, 

“You’re basically my sister now! Come on, Y/N!”

--

You see Carole again when everyone gets in the pool much, much later into the night. Amelia’s napping on the deck, Maverick and Penny sitting up there with her, and you and Phoenix took to personally taking off the cover of the hot tub connected to Penny’s pool and setting it up. As you guys rest in it, she tells you about her family coming up and enjoying their time in California, before you regale a story about Bradley crying over a Romcom. The two of you laugh, relaxing in the warm water, before Carole comes up.

“Mind if Nick and I join?” She asks and Phoenix beams, standing up as she says,

“Let me help you get him in.” 

You stand up as well, and Nick rolls over in his wheelchair. Once the electricity is turned off, Carole walks up next to him and helps him stand up so he can slowly slide into the hot tub. Once everyone has settled,  Phoenix says she’ll go grab everyone another round of beers from the fridge inside and slips out of the hot tub. In the downtime, you watch as Bradley tackles Hangman in the grass besides the pool as the rest of the squadron plays dogfight football, Coyote cheering them on as they rough house-- luckily this time it’s all for fun and not because Bradley and Jake actually fighting.

“He’s so happy.” Nick comments, “I thought he’d never smile that wide again after Mav and I pulled his papers... I still feel awful.”

“He doesn’t hate you for that, y’know?” You comment softly, turning to his parents in the water, “He’s still a bit mad about it, and probably will always be, but the initial sting is over.”

“Yeah.” Nick leans back, letting the water soak up to his neck, “I just wish I’d never had the accident in ‘86. If I hadn’t, he’d probably be a captain or something by now.”

Carole rubs his shoulder, “But look at it this way, he’s flourishing now?”

“He is.” you say and Nick shrugs halfheartedly before Bradley’s jogging over and leaning over the wall of the hot tub to steal a kiss from you before he says,

“The pianos out of tune, so we’re just gonna use karaoke. Feel free to sing along, okay hon?” He murmurs and you grin, stealing a chaste kiss from him.

“Of course, stud.” You whisper, and pretend not to hear Carole’s breath catch in her throat as you watch your boyfriends face redden. He clears his throat, splashes a bit of water at you jokingly, and then is taking off across the yard where you hear Penny asking for music suggestions. The first few are older songs-- Metallica, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, then a few newer songs (where you find out Natasha has turned Jake into a Lizzo fan when she comes back with Michelob Ultras) before the song comes on.

And as the first few piano keys hit for Great Balls of Fire, you laugh and point to Bradley as Carole cheers. You realize one of the things BRadley had kept from you, his parents were also fans of the song the two of you sang together every time you went to the Hard Deck. So as Bradley lazily wraps his arms around you over the side of the hot tub, and you watch as his parents sing along you smile to yourself.

Yeah, you liked them. And you knew now, they liked you back.

[7ndipity]

Helloooo! I am here to play the shipping game! ☺️ Also happy new year!

So for appearance I’m pretty short like 5’3 lol I have shoulder length hair (it’s dyed ginger but my roots are dark brown bc that’s my natural hair color). I got hazel eyes and thick thighs lmao I am curvy and midsized I would say. I am like burns the second I walk in the sun pale. I also have my nose pierced! I wear a mix of street style clothes and like soft outfits (sometimes a random goth fit for funsies).

For personality I’m def an introvert; I really only talk my mind when I feel it’s really necessary. I’ve been told I’m very grandmothery especially bc I’m a big acts of service person. I’m very calm and collected (I’m an INFP) and I almost never get angry. I get nervous around big groups of people and immediately start trying to joke around or I do little dances.

For hobbies I love everything art related and I recently got back into dancing (especially hip hop). I’m also really into baking rn.

I’m a Capricorn sun :D

Also tiny fun facts; I get the zoomies at night, I always have grandma candy on me, and I prefer tea or coffee.

I’m so excited!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Ooh, I would ship you with Hobi, and also a little bit Tae!

Hobi would find you so cute, and he would love having someone with a similar style and interests as him! He also has a lot of nervous energy at times(he definitely gets the zoomies lol), but he's also kinda a people person, so I think you're energies would work well together.

I also feel like Tae would lowkey love your style, as well as the grandma vibe, and your love of the arts. He also responds well to acts of service, so I think he would find that very attractive!

[batterygarden]

Hi mosie :') I'm sorry for not frequently talking, Just had a massive breakdown over My college applications, i didn't pass and I still have no school

How are you feeling? May I request some dumbahh Denji if that's okay❤️

-mystery anon

Hehe here’s Denji after losing a bet:

“It is done!”

Your voice from down the hall sounds too excited, too upbeat, Denji thinks, for the situation at hand. Because the finished product you’re referring to is not something to be celebrated like some kind of baked good or art piece, but melted wax. Meant for none other than Denji’s hairy legs :(

You watch him scrub his palms in his eyes like he’s exhausted when you walk in the room with your wax jar, or maybe like he hopes that he’s dreaming, before whining a little when a container of glossy blue liquid is set in front of him.

“That stuff looks like it doesn’t belong near the human body. D’ya know for sure it’s not radioactive or something?”

“Of course it isn’t! People do this all the time.”

Denji releases the type of sigh that sounds like it comes from his soul, before he’s rolling up his basketball shorts and letting his back thud against the floor, face in hands.

“Geez Denji. I’m certain it won’t hurt as bad as you think it will.”

He shakes his head before shooting you a look that pleads mercy—the kind you think a patient might give their surgeon before going under. You fight back a laugh.

“I don’t believe you. But the pain’s whatever--like, T’s not even the biggest problem. I’m thinking about after—my legs are gonna look all dainty and smooth for a month!”

You give him a frown and open your mouth to cut him off but then he sits up like he just thought of something.

“‘N what if someone notices that chainsaw man’s legs have no hair?! What’ll that say about him? ‘The nation’s hero succumbs to unhealthy beauty standards’ ugh could you imagine that headline?”

You can only stare at him for a bit, unsure if laughing at his thought process would be too mean. You manage to fight back your giggle with a cough before resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Baby. Nobodies gonna think you’re upholding toxic beauty standards, I promise. Let’s just get this over with, you’ll be fine.”

He nods and slowly lays back down, gripping onto the carpet beneath him like a lifeline.

You smooth a popsicle stick of hot wax over his thigh before he can protest further, and he flinches but otherwise remains complaintless. You notice his face looks a bit pale when you place the wax paper.

“Alright, on three.”

He whimpers.

“One. Two—“ you tear the strip with all your might before you can get to three.

Denji yelps louder than you’ve heard him since you scared him hiding in the closet on Halloween. Then he pants like he just ran a marathon, sitting up to survey the damage.

“Fuuuuck. Wheeew. That wasn’t so bad. Oh god I’m so red though! why’m I so red?”

“Your skin’s just a little irritated! It’s fine, look!”

You show him the strip of now-hairy wax and he frowns when he sees.

“This is. What’s the word? This is barbaric.”

You giggle and start mixing up the container with a fresh popsicle stick.

BABY I missed this but AUUGH not the college apps I’m so sorry to hear they’ve been stressful and I hope you figured out a plan that works for u!! I wish the act of attaining schooling wasn’t so unnecessarily tough >:( , I prommy it’ll all work out in the end. As for me honestly I’ve been… good :O !! Idk winter was like rlly hard this year so summer has been unbelievably refreshing. I remain terminally busy balancing work and social life and family stuff etc but Im lowkey stable rn so. Anyways It was kinda cool coming back to writing some Denji stuff after so long… I STILL LOVE HIM SO BAD UGH I LOVE HIM FOREVER. My thing w him is that he like. Deserves my loyalty yk! Like no character deserves loyal fans as much as that guy imo so I’m simply never going to stop loving him even though I get new fixations..

[sukunasbabygirl]

Oh you want to make Phillip SEETHE?

>:)

Picture if you will:

Camila does end up taking Luz and Hunter to the metaphysical store and Luz looses her marbles. First, theres crystals. Crystals are fucking cool. Theres everything from raw, tumbled, shapes, palm stones and even animals.

Second, there are books. Books on all sorts of witchcraft; green witchcraft, kitchen witchcraft, music witchcraft, hedge witchcraft. Then theres books on different Pantheons: Hellenic NeoPaganism, Roman NeoPaganism, Norse Paganism, Kemetic Paganism. I can lowkey see Camila sneakily start to read a book on Kitchen Witchcraft. And I think Hunter would be interested in history books and maybe even some folk withcraft books. Until a really beautiful woman with a gorgeous dress shows him to the Roman Pagan section.

Third, there are god altar figures. From every pantheon, including one of Hekate with the three faces, which I would assume Luz would loose her marbles.

And finally, the owner of the store seeing Luz so excited she decides to give Luz a free Tarot reading.

She'd probabbly end up pulling something like the Page of Wands, Three of Coins, Six of Swords and The Tower.

And of course when they are getting to the Tower card, the devil himself walks in (not really, he's already vibing in the store in the demonology/demonolatry section).

Phillip starts to have a whole meltdown. But the little store clerk couldnt be more amused.

Bad news for Phillip, she's a Lokean. And those motherfuckers THRIVE on chaos.

Long story short, Phillip ends up dragging everyone out of the store with the store cleark shouting "Bye Daddy!! I hope you come visit again! Blessed be!"

And Hunter couldnt keep his eyes away from the really pretty red headed man with lots of braids on his hair and horns coming out of his head laughing like theres no tomorrow. (I've wondered if Phillip after being exposed to so much magic would be able to see or hear non human entities in our world. And I concluded that since Hunter isnt technically human, he would.)

Alright listen, I’ve been meaning to respond to this ask but… I don’t think there’s anything I can add. I remember reading this aloud to my friend in VC the moment it came in and I was CACKLING.

I admit, there are some parts that confused me but that made it a better experience so I’m not complaining.

Just gonna leave this here so everyone else can see this because we do love to see Philip SEETHE.

[mymegumi]

HI SELENE!!!! m here to participate in ur cute lil match up event :3

people on here know me as riko, but most of my friends call me avery ! hopingf to get matched up w someone from jjk. .. although i am curious to see if i’d get anyone from bllk :o don’t rlly have a preference for gender, but i like someone tall. and with a nice voice deeper than mine. so probably a guy ;;

the thing i love the most ab the holidays is definitely the mood, and i love cold weather.. especially at the end of the year

i’m not talkative unless i’m close to the person, and i have a very short social battery life , and i have energy mood swings :p

vry excited to see who i get! enjoy the holidays selene <3

HI RIKO!!! omg so just so u kno, ur matchup blurbs will be a liiiitle bit shorter than mosts because you actually have two matches! for your jjk match, i match you with:

GETO SUGURU !

would definitely be more understanding of ur like. shyness/standoffishness at first n try to have u warm up to him before like trying to full on befriend you. is so so so respectful of boundaries and willing to help u as much as he can whenever he can!!! loves to just give u affection when u want it, or tells you he loves you when you need it and is such a sweetie. also tall, handsome, w that sultry ass voice??? yeah he’s the one i fear

and for bllk i match you with:

ITOSHI RIN !

ok so ik rin’s voice is a lil higher/not that deep, but! he’s tall n loves that hes taller than u. he’s super like cold at first, but he’ll warm up to u n even respect that u might be like not the nicest to him at first. is like lowkey such a softie but not in public, can def see his friends teasing him abt how much he likes u n his cheeks getting all red ahhh. he’s so down bad and u love to tease him abt it!!!

RUNNER UPS: ⠀ ෆ toji fushiguro ⠀ ⠀ ⤿ if u ignore the fact hes old as hell and a bum ass, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he’s… fine? ⠀ ෆ isagi yoichi ⠀ ⠀ ⤿ idk this one jus felt right to me lol

geto wraps his scarf around your neck, huffing softly as he brushes some of your hair out of your face. “i told you you’d be too cold out here.”

you have to hold back from rolling your eyes, hands holding onto his coat lightly as you allow your boyfriend to mess with your appearance. he was too much of a worrywart. were your cheeks a little red because the winter chill had been a bit too much? yes, but you could handle it. "you worry too much, suguru."

"no, trying to prevent you from getting a cold." he mutters, kissing your forehead gently as he continues walking in the cold night air. the two of you had decided to take a late night walk in the hopes of catching the first snow of the season, but you hadn't seen anything yet.

you laugh gently, hand intertwining with his as you rest your head against his shoulder. "that sounds exactly like you're worrying too much."

there's a single snowflake that lands on your hand, melting almost immediately upon touching your skin. "i worry because i love you."

and maybe the season means good things to come.

back to event masterlist

[firstdivisiongirl]

hi hi! I’d like to request a matchup (if both is okay? A name for the character similar to me is ok) perfect match with male character.

Im a girl (she,her) w black medium length hair, brown eyes, 5’2, two tats (planning to have more), ear piercings. My style is grunge, sometimes casual with a class twist

Socially awk, introvert, not too good with receiving compliments, good listener, takes time to open up to someone, loyal, good observer. My friends say that I’m hard to read and that I’m complex (in a good way!)

My love language is like… sarcasm and taking care of ppl (giving small things randomly, cooking smth, ect). I’m more of an action type than words and I don’t make it obvious.

Likes: art in any shape or form but especially drawing, cooking, health and fitness is a subject that interest me, fashion, jewelry, cute stuff

Dislikes: bugs but biggest are spiders!! lowkey small spaces, also why am I short :/

Thank you for this! Never saw smth like this before and wanted to shoot my shot :D and also looking forward to your xmas event!!

Hi. Happy Halloween! I’m excited for the Xmas event too! It’s going to take me a while to write all of it, but more on that later! I hope you like your matchup!

You got…

Roronoa Zoro!!!

I hope you’re not team Sanji!

You two would be so loyal to each other. No one is even putting a finger on you and vice versa.

He’d love you’re grunge style. You look pretty, but not you’re trying to hard.

WORKOUT DATES!!!!!!!!! Do I really need to elaborate?

He’s hard to read as well. So I think somehow he could read you.

He’d kill bugs for you. If you hate it, he’s getting rid of it for you.

I hope you’re better at directions than him, if not, you two will be lost. The only good thing is you two would be able to learn more about each other. He’s a good listener and not much of a talker. So no need to be afraid of opening up.

You can’t take a compliment like Chopper and he loves Chopper so perfect!

He’d love to eat your food. No matter how good the Cook’s is, yours is always better.

I hope you like it!!!

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Hi! I don’t know if ships are still open, and feel free to ignore this of they’re not, but if they are I’d like one please

I’m an INFP as well as adhd. I have a bad case of anxiety and a mild case of depression. I’m a loud introvert (I’m introverted in nature but once I get talking I ramble and can get very loud. I have poor volume control). I hate social situations and tend to make myself sick due to the anxiety of them. I do get very excited about my hyperfixations and I do this thing where I feel nothing or everything, no inbetween.

As for hobbies, I ADORE reading and writing. It’s what I spend most of my time doing. I also help coach a soccer team (I work with the goalies in particular). I also dance, draw and play piano

As for a physical description, I’m 5’3 ish, pale and have freckles over my cheeks and nose with beauty marks scattered across my arms. My hair is naturally blonde and rather fine, but I like to dye it on a semi regular basis. It’s also short and I tend to cut it impulsively. I have green eyes and glasses, and I’m rather petite

And lastly, my pronouns are they/them and I have a male preference

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting! I AM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE I HOPE THIS IS OK

I SHIP YOU WITH: MIRIO TOGATA

No because I honestly think Mirio would be so good with you! His personality goes great with yours both in public and in private.

He doesn’t mind that you’re more introverted, his best friend happens to be the introvert to rule all introverts so he certainly is well versed in when is ok to push you a little to be more social and when to let you have your space.

When you guys are alone or with a group of close friends he loves to see how loud and outgoing you can be when you are with the people you trust!

We all know Mirio is good at dealing with anxiety as well. I think often he serves as a rock or a safe place for you. Like, it’s harder to imagine bad things happening when he’s around because he’s so…Mirio. He’s strong and dependable and sweet. He never fails to make you feel better when you are anxious. Sometimes it takes awhile before he’s able to get you out of your head but he will stay by your side through the process. He’s there to cuddle you through panic attacks and hold your hair/rub your back as you get sick. He is not going anywhere unless you ask him to.

If you asked him to help you dye your hair he would be so enthusiastic about it! He watches videos and reads the instructions on the box like 5 different times to make sure he’s going to do it right. It might be a little sloppy the first time but give him another chance or two and eventually he’ll get really good at it!

Mirio loves to see you interact with the kids on the team you coach (I’m assuming it’s a kids team but idk) and finds it so endearing how much they all love you. Sometimes he’ll come to the practices with you to watch and the entire team gets lowkey distracted by him lmao

As for the rest of your hobbies Mirio loves to encourage you in those as well, even if he’s not always quite sure how to go about it. When you’re reading a book he’ll ask you to read it out loud to him even if you’re half way through. When you’re drawing he is more than willing to be a model for you if there are any parts of the human anatomy you just can’t seem to get right. And I’m sure he has like a thousand videos on his phone if you playing piano! He’s always talking about how talented you are to anyone who will listen

He just thinks you’re the coolest and he’s so proud of you.

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ivy omg guess what? im getting a haircut on thursday and i am super excited bc i can’t wait to go back to having short hair, bc long hair in this heat is doing my head in. but like i’m also lowkey saddd bc i like my longer hair but short hair for the summer>>>

- 🥲 anon

omg anon i'm getting my hair cut soon too <3 i love short hair for the summer so much it's so freeing <3