#if they wanna share cute moments with us then cool

[texas-bbq-pringles]

just saw the video of danny kissing jenny's cheek don't call don't text

[mygnolia]

to weave my love ⭒ n. riki [TEASER]

⭒ SYNOPSIS -› Riki is good at many things- dancing, making fun of his friends, playing it cool (debatable.), Hell- he’s even good at saving people from falling buildings without getting whiplash. But the things he’s bad at? Well, it’s asking you out to prom, and trying to balance the shared assignment he has with you…while being Spider-man.

⭒ PAIR -› spiderman!nishimura riki x fem-pres!reader

⭒ GENRE -› fluff, banter, comfort ⭒ TROPES -› classmates to lovers, idiots to lovers ⭒ WC -› 6-10k (est.)

⭒ RELEASE DATE -› IT'S HEREEEEEEEE YAYYYY

⭒ REN SAYS... spiderman niki is a need hes so cute i love riki sm 😕🫵 also poll voted for this and tbh i just wanna write downbad riki LOLZ | LIBRARY

“God, I don’t think you can look at her any more down bad than you already do right now.” Jake picks at his food, and despite his concentration directed towards the olives on his pizza, he’s able to dodge the flying loaded nacho that goes his way, even if he wasn’t the one with superpowers.

“Can you shut up?” Riki grumbles, laying his head on his arms as he watches you smile and point to something. “I just got pummeled into a semi truck last night. Let me have this before I die in a week.”

“Very grim,” his friend notes, ruffling the younger’s hair. “I think this is exactly what all of those mental health assemblies that we get are for.” And Riki basically tunes him out, too tired to fight and too used to the teasing remarks to come up with anything useful in response.

Riki sits up a bit, letting his head rest on his propped elbow as he looks at the school food and touches another nacho gingerly. “Y’know, I read the book for English so she wouldn’t think I’m an idiot.”

His friend snickers, successfully pulling out yet another sliced olive from the cheese, much to the disgust of Riki. “She probably already thinks you’re an idiot.”

The superhero debates throwing another cheesy nacho in Jake's face, before deciding to eat it instead. “Don’t say that asshole! You make it seem like I have no chance with her.”

Jake shoots him an exasperated look that makes Riki break eye contact. “That’s because you don’t.”

“I’ll prove to her that I’m worth her time.” Riki says somewhat wistfully, still stealing glances from a few tables away. “Maybe I’ll ask her out to prom, show up to her balcony in my suit. Do that cheesy upside kiss shit people say Spiderman does.” When his friend raises an eyebrow at him, Riki shrugs. “I will! Well-maybe not the Spiderman thing, but prom definitely.”

Jake continues to look at him unconvinced as he takes a bite out of a slice of pizza with mangled cheese. “You barely talk to her in class and you think you can ask her out to prom as Nishimura Riki?” And the younger grins, his eyes still stuck on how your eyes crinkle and how your shoulders shake with laughter.

“Yup.” And his fate is sealed, just like that.

“Are you going to prom, Riki?” Is the first thing you ask when he sits down, grabbing his book and laptop with a little too much enthusiasm.

“I’m thinking about it.” Yeah- whatever confidence he had 37 minutes ago really isn’t serving him well in this moment, because frankly, Riki feels lame as ever trying to be nonchalant around you. “You?”

“I’d have to set up, so I would be there, yes. But whether or not I have a date is another story.” You smile to lighten the mood, but Riki watches you and nods, focusing back on signing into his laptop and getting his notes.

“Well, you’re not the only single one here.” And he wants to reprimand himself for saying something without thinking. “If someone asked, would you say yes?”

You think about it, really- because you don’t really have anyone in mind when it comes to prom if Riki’s not planning on going. “It’d have to someone I know- someone I talk to somewhat regularly. I’d be nice to be with someone who doesn’t make it awkward.”

Nishimura Riki might die from overthinking if he keeps wondering whether or not he fits that description to a tee.

RIKI'S TO-DO LIST BEFORE PROM ☐ talk to ____ regularly ☐ don't make it awkward ☐ be..cute?

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[fullsandwichmiracle]

Pretty screams

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Joost invited you to the studio and encouraged you to experiment with creating a song. As you worked on it, Joost was inspired and decided he wanted to use your captivating screams for his next project.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, cigarettes, smut, oral receiving , PnV, unprotected, no use of Y/N, one shot

Word count: 2,5k+

You had met Joost at a friend's house party, where you had spent most of the evening engaged in deep conversations and playful flirting. Joost, it turned out, was a musician, and by the end of the night, you had exchanged numbers.

A week later, while lounging in your room with a good book, your phone buzzed with a text from Joost.

Hello! Do you remember me?

Hmm. Cute music dude?

Yes!

Since the party, you hadn't spoken and had assumed he had forgotten about you. You hadn't reached out either, not wanting to appear too eager and desperate. Despite the closeness at the party, nothing had transpired between you two.

Are you up to anything?

No, not really, just reading. Why?

Me and the guys are in the studio. Just wondering if you wanted to come over? You can read here.

Sure, why not. Can you send me the address?

When Joost sent the address, you quickly threw on an oversized hoodie over your black silk pajama shorts and top, packed your book and phone into a tote bag, and slipped on your headphones. The night air was cool as you headed out on your bike towards the studio.

I'm outside. How do I get in?

You texted Joost after parking your bike near the building. When he didn’t respond immediately, you lit a cigarette and took a drag, letting the music in your headphones carry you away.

Lost in the music, you closed your eyes. Suddenly, a hand on your shoulder jolted you back, and you let out a scream.

It was Joost, who had apparently been standing there for a while before deciding to interrupt you.

"Pretty scream," he said, laughing. "Wanna come inside?"

"Sorry, I drifted away," you replied with a chuckle. "And yes."

You stubbed out your cigarette and followed him inside.

The studio buzzed with energy, a mix of creative chaos. Joost introduced you to everyone, their faces lighting up with infectious enthusiasm. You settled next to Apson, who was focused on something on his laptop.

"Hey," Apson greeted you with a nod as you took out your book to continue reading.

After a while, Joost approached you with a pair of headphones. "Wanna hear what we're working on?"

You nodded eagerly, putting down the book and slipping them on. The music enveloped you—a fusion of beats, melodies, and harmonies that was both raw and polished. You glanced over at Joost, who watched your reaction intently.

"This is amazing," you said, genuinely impressed as you heard the beginning.

"Thanks," Joost replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "We've been at it for hours."

You nodded along to the beat of the song, enjoying what they had created. 

When the song ended, Joost pulled up a stool next to you. "So, what do you think?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"It's incredible," you replied. "I had no idea you guys were this talented."

As you took off the headphones and handed them back to Joost, your fingers brushed lightly, sending a subtle shiver up your spine. You both paused, the moment lingering between you.

"Do you wanna try making something?" Joost asked with a soft, inviting smile, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt a flutter of excitement and eagerly nodded in agreement. Joost guided you over to the mixing board, his hand resting gently on your back. As he explained the basics, his voice became a warm whisper in your ear, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin.

Under his patient guidance, you began to experiment with different sounds. Joost watched you with admiration and something deeper in his gaze. Together, the two of you crafted a simple melody and beat, each note resonating with the shared energy between you.

"That sounds beautiful," Joost murmured, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sent a thrill through your body.

"Thank you," you whispered back, feeling a blush warm your cheeks under his gaze.

Glancing back, you noticed that the others had quietly slipped away, leaving just the two of you immersed in the music and each other's presence.

Joost's hand found its way to your thigh with a gentle touch, causing a delicious tension to spread through your body. "Seems like someone's hiding a talent," he remarked, giving your thigh a slight squeeze. A soft whimper escaped your lips at the sensation of his touch on your bare skin.

"Thank you," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a breath. The intimacy of his touch and the moment overwhelmed you, drawing you closer to him without hesitation.

Joost's eyes softened as he looked at you, his fingers tracing light circles on your thigh. "You know," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the party."

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. "Me too," you admitted, your voice trembling with emotion.

Joost's hand moved to gently cup your face, his thumb tenderly brushing your cheek. "I can't get you out of my mind," he confessed, his gaze locked on yours with unwavering intensity.

The air around you crackled with anticipation and unspoken desire. Unable to resist any longer, Joost closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss. It started tentatively, a gentle exploration fueled by the electric connection that had been building since the party. As the kiss deepened, passion and longing took over, expressing the unspoken emotions that had drawn you together.

His hands traced your body, slipping under your hoodie. You stood up from your chair and moved onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. You had wanted to kiss him for so long, but now the kiss alone wasn't enough.

Joost's hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You could feel the heat between you rising, every touch and caress intensifying the moment. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and his lips moved from your mouth to your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"You have no idea how much I have been thinking about this," Joost murmured against your skin, his breath warm and electrifying.

You arched into him, your desire matching his. “Joost, please" you whispered, your voice filled with longing.

Joost's hands moved with a sense of urgency, exploring your curves and igniting a fire within you. The studio, once filled with music, now echoed with the sounds of your shared passion. Every kiss, every touch, brought you closer, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

As his hands found their way back to your face, he paused for a moment, looking deeply into your eyes. "Would you be okay if we continued in the sound booth? You sound like music," he asked, his voice gentle but filled with desire.

You nodded, your heart pounding. "Sure," you responded quickly, not really processing his words and just wanting him to continue.

With that, he captured your lips again, the kiss filled with a mix of tenderness and intensity. He lifted you, and you wrapped your legs around him. You heard the click of a button before he carried you into the sound booth. Inside, there was a couch, a microphone, a piano, and a sign blinking with the word "REC." 

Joost placed you down on the couch and adjusted the mic, positioning it right next to you. His hand moved to your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze. Towering over you, he looked incredibly sexy with his messy hair, hunger in his eyes, and a mischievous grin. "Say my name, schatje," he grunted, squeezing your chin slightly.

"Joost," you whispered, looking up at him.

"Louder, can you?" he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Beg me to fuck you."

Taken aback by his words but driven by desire, you licked your lips before screaming nearly moaning, "Joost, please fuck me! I need you!" 

Joost's eyes darkened with desire as your words filled the booth. He leaned in, capturing your lips with a fierce passion. His hands roamed over your body, every touch igniting a fire within you. You could feel his urgency, his need for you.

He pulled away just long enough to whisper, "That's my girl," before his lips were on yours again, more insistent this time. His hands slid under your hoodie, caressing your skin and making you shiver with anticipation.

Joost's kisses trailed down your neck, and you tilted your head back, giving him full access. His teeth grazed your skin, sending waves of pleasure through you. As his hands explored further, you felt him pulling up the hoodie. You lifted your hands, helping him remove it with ease. Once he got it off, he threw it to the ground and paused, locking eyes with you in a gaze filled with intense desire.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I need you."

He trailed kisses along your body as he knelt at the edge of the couch. Your head fell back with a whimper as you felt Joost's hand caressing you through the thin fabric. His hands moved up to your waistline and tugged on your shorts, urging you to lift up so he could slide them off. You complied, lifting yourself slightly as Joost swiftly removed your shorts and underwear in one smooth motion, tossing them aside.

His hand returned quickly, now against your bare skin. His finger traced your wet folds, and he smirked, saying, "So wet and so pretty," before gently pushing in one finger, causing you to whimper, "Ohh, Joost." Only urging him on more.

Joost's touch sent shivers of pleasure through you as his finger explored your slick warmth. He continued to stroke and tease, his movements expert and deliberate. Your breath hitched with each gentle thrust, the sensation building with a delicious ache.

"You sound so pretty," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His thumb found your sensitive bud, circling it slowly while his finger delved deeper, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

You gripped the edge of the couch, your body arching towards him, seeking more of his touch.  

"I need you," you gasped, your voice thick with need.

Joost groaned in response, adding another finger to stretch and fill you. Pleasure surged through you, igniting a fire that threatened to consume every thought. His movements grew more urgent, his fingers finding a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart, driving you closer to the edge. Soon, you felt his tongue as he began to taste you, intensifying the sensations swirling through your body.

Your senses were ablaze as Joost's tongue explored you with expert precision, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. He alternates between gentle licks and firm strokes, his touch igniting sparks of ecstasy that danced along your skin.

You gasped and moaned, your fingers grasping at the couch cushions as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Joost's mouth worked fervently, his fingers and tongue coaxing you closer to a peak of pleasure you couldn't resist.

The intensity built like a crescendo, each flick of his tongue pushing you further towards the edge. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body arching towards him, urging him to continue. His movements were relentless, driving you towards a climax that promised to consume you entirely.

Finally, with a shudder and a cry of his name, you shattered into euphoria. Pleasure rippled through you in powerful waves, leaving you trembling and breathless in the aftermath. Joost withdrew his fingers, now slick with your essence, and moved up towards you, again towering over you.

His hand covered your mouth, his fingers teasing your lips until you obediently opened them. He gently pressed his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste your own release. You licked his fingers clean, locking eyes with him as you savored the intimate moment.

"Want me to fuck you?" he grunted, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded eagerly, his fingers still lingering in your mouth.

With a hungry gleam in his eyes, Joost withdrew his fingers from your mouth and swiftly removed his own clothes, while you removed your shirt, leaving both of you naked. The air crackled with anticipation as he moved closer, his desire palpable. 

You watched intently as he positioned himself above you, lying down on the couch with your head resting on the armrest, his gaze locked on yours with intensity.

He guided himself inside you, inch by delicious inch, and you gasped his name at the sensation of being filled by him. His movements were slow at first, savoring the connection between you, but soon he picked up pace, each thrust driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy. 

Moans escaped your lips with each powerful thrust, the intensity of his desire matched by your own. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you in rhythm with his thrusts. The couch creaked beneath you, a symphony of passion blending with the quiet hum of the studio around you.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as you met each thrust with equal fervor. The heat between you grew with every movement.

Your nails dug into his back, eliciting a deep grunt from him. In response, he began to thrust faster and deeper. With each thrust, the intensity grew, your bodies moving in perfect sync. Joost's breath was hot against your ear, mingling with your own ragged breaths.

Your nails left trails down his back, the slight sting only fueling his desire. His movements became more urgent, driven by the raw connection between you. You clung to him, your body arching to meet his, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through you.

"Sound so… pretty," Joost murmured against your skin, his voice filled with pure desire. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, the intensity of the moment making your heart race even faster.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in each other. The crescendo built again, the pressure mounting until you were both teetering on the edge of release. With a final, powerful thrust, you both tumbled over the edge, your cries and screams of pleasure mingling as you found your release together, you felt his warm release fill you up as he thrusted into you one last time. Joost collapsed on top of you, his breath ragged against your skin as he held you close.

You lay entwined, catching your breath in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. The studio, once a place of creativity and music, now bore witness to the raw, unbridled connection you had shared.

“You have a really pretty scream,” Joost murmured into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He slowly got up and extended a hand to help you. Gathering your scattered clothes, he placed them beside you with a tender smile. Leaning in, he kissed your forehead before asking, "Do you want some water or anything, schatje?" as he began to put on his underwear.

You nodded, still feeling the lingering warmth of his kiss on your forehead. "Water would be great," you replied, your voice soft and content still breathy as you tried to catch your breath.

Joost smiled and walked over to a small fridge outside of the booth, retrieving a bottle of water. He handed it to you, his eyes lingering on your face with a mix of affection and desire. You took a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe your dry throat.

As you both dressed, the air between you remained charged with the intimacy you had just shared. Joost's touch was gentle as he helped you with your clothes, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Once you were both fully dressed, Joost pulled you into a warm embrace. "That was incredible," he whispered into your hair. "I’ve been thinking about you since the party, but this... this was more than I ever imagined."

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with emotion. "It was amazing," you agreed.

Joost's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness. "I'm glad you came tonight," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You laughed softly, the sound filling the quiet studio. "Me too," you agreed, leaning in to kiss him once more.

Breaking the kiss, Joost stepped out of the booth and pressed a button to stop the recording. He downloaded the file, erasing it from the computer, and held up a USB drive. "You okay if I use this in a song?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

You smiled, feeling a surge of warmth. "Sure, but I don't want to be credited," you replied with a chuckle, leaning your head on his shoulder, knowing he thought you sounded beautiful.

You packed up all your things and headed out of the studio hand in hand with Joost. As you walked out into the night, the cool air felt refreshing against your flushed skin.

[youspeakshit]

lestappen 2022 moments ~

I wrote this as a reblog to a different post when I saw people saying they barely interacted up until half of 2023. I wanted to share it as its own thing since it really confused me, I actually changed ships in 2022 bc lestappen were all over each other and I fell in love with them.

I'm gonna link some 2022 content so everyone can cheer up together abt the saudi gp podium weirdness, and make heart eyes at their cuteness.

Getting it outta the way first thing, press conference silliness: one two three four. And an extra twitter thread sharing stuff from each gp.

Max interrupting Charles' interview to say hi, and both forgetting about it to have a small chat.

Do I hear hot ass battles on track? And second link has as surprise this gay ass moment bellow.

And here from a different angle bc austria 2022 is everyone's roman empire.

Charles congratulating Max on his win; they also greeted each other from the cars.

The infamous Charles vlog with Max in the us gp: mysteriously hidden and then removed from his channel.

Them touching 166 times for no reason.

Spending too much time together and using the same phrases.

Behind the scenes of monaco gp by Ferrari and Red Bull are a good watch as well!

Charles got Max for the secret santa that year.

British gp had hidden camera silly debriefings, and also my personal favorite... Charles went after Max to vent about Ferrari fucking up his race and Max looked genuinely upset for him. Extra gifset.

This is just a short compilation of a long year fueled by lestappen that I hope ppl enjoy to learn about or revisit. That year they had 8 podiums together, that's 8 cool down rooms podcasts. And 14 qualis shared, plus 14 post-quali press conferences and waist-hugs. Countless sightings of them out and about with their personal debriefing after qualis and races. It sure was kinda awkward at first, they both seemed to wanna make small talk before getting the hang of their dynamic. But they were battling each other A LOT during this season and having so much fun racing together!

I'll end it linking to a twitter thread with some extra bits. Including this photo from when they got f1 married. Or whatever this was.

[normal-internet-user]

Hey! Doing good I hope? I’ll make this quick:

Please, I beg, can I request a Percy x reader with the following prompts -> “I think you need a break” and “I can admire you all day?” If you need inspiration, they could be stargazing or the reader is practicing their abilities in front of Percy? So… maybe the reader can be a child of Hades or Hecate? Oh! And they share a kiss or two as well?

Thank you!

WAIT NO CUZ THAT'S ACTUALLY SO CUTE-

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COCA-COLA KISSES

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Summary: Stargazing with your boyfriend while you show him a small spell you've been working on in your freetime.

Warnings: uhmmm kissing? couply thingies. Child of Hecate reader.

Requested: Ye

GN Reader!

Despite the chill hanging in the air, you felt more than warm enough.

You were huddled up next to Percy on the beach of Camp Half-Blood, the two of you watching the stars. You took to pointing out the different constellations and their orgins and meanings.

Percy found it cute, but to you it was necessary. The magic you did heavily relies on the stars and their cycles.

It was late, and if the harpies found the two of you, well it'd be bad, but... you couldn't deny this little date was needed.

It had been a while since you and Percy had been alone together, you were both so busy lately, but you especially.

In fact, when Percy had come to get you for this surprise date, he'd found you hunched over your spell book, throwing things haphazardly into your couldron.

"Hey." He'd whispered softly, holding a large fluffy blanket in his arms, "You busy?"

"As a matter of fact, I am." You huffed glaring at the bubbling liquid swirling in your cauldron, "Its gray. It's not supposed to be gray." You grumbled, flipping afew pages.

"Well, I think you need a break." Percy stated, closing your spell book, ignoring your whine of protest, "I wanna spend time with you."

"Percy-"

"Please?"

Damn this boy and his pretty green eyes.

You groan, allowing him to pull you up from the floor with a small pout. Percy grins, pecking you quickly on the lips before tugging you along behind him.

And now here you were, leaning into his side on the beach, the stars shimmering above you while the two of you drank coca-cola and talked.

"Hey, you wanna see something cool?" You ask quietly, pulling the blanket you were sharing tighter around you.

Percy nods, resting his chin ontop of your head, "Mhm. Whatcha' got to show me, sweetness?"

"I made a spell." You state, pulling a crumpled piece of paper from your pocket.

Percy watches with interest as you use your finger to trace a pattern into the paper before crumpling it up once more.

You bring the ball of paper up to your lips, whisper "Glow" in ancient Greek, and the paper turns into a floating ball of light.

Percy gasps, "That's so cool! It's like a little star."

You laugh, holding the light up, allowing it to float away and meld together with the stars. You watch it for a moment, waiting until you can no longer make it out amomgst the millions of tiny lights to finally turn your gaze back to your boyfriend.

You feel your cheeks heat up when you find him already looking at you with a dopey smile on his face.

"Hi." He whispers, resting his forehead on yours.

You chuckle, "Hi."

"Your cute." He says, kissing your nose.

"I sure am." You say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Glad you think so," Percy says, grinning, "Because I could admire you all day."

Before you could respond, he pulls you in for a soft kiss. You could taste the sugary soda on his lips, and the kiss was sweet and fleeting.

But it definitly made you consider taking a break more often...

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[stylespresleyhearted]

CCG - LUCI’S 3RD BIRTHDAY

In honor of the great @blainesebastian ‘s birthday here’s a little instagram compilation I’ve conjured up for our adored CCG nation <3 Austin, CCG, and Luci we miss and love ya’ll forever and Mccall you are a brilliant mind whom I will adore until the end of time! Have the bestest birthday ever, you deserve nothing less!

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enews And the Best Dad Award goes to ….! In honor Austin Butler and Y/N’s little girl turning three today let’s take a look back at our favorite moments of Austin Butler being the best dad ❤️ link in bio for full video of second slide.

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austinfan18 video of luci running into austin’s arm after two weeks apart you will always be famous!

butlerishh him throwing her in the air LMAO LUCI WAS NOT HAVING FUN

ccgfan HA fr luci was looking at her mom to save her

iloveaustin Can we talk about how proud his mom would be about what a great parent he is?

sharonbleu Austin even has Salma Hayek up in the likes 😉

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coffee.girl Celebrating Luci day should be every day tbh. 🦖💕👁️🐠🪷🌸☃️🥞 @austinbutler and I can’t believe we created this wonderful being, she had to have come from a lab of perfection.

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ashleytisdale Luci told me she’s from Pluto and I believe her. It’s the only logical explanation.

austinbutler Nice use of all of Luci’s favorite emoji’s, she’s going to be so proud. ❤️

jillian.mua The best thing you and Austin ever did and will ever do is have sex three years ago to give the world the best human to walk the Earth

coffee.girl JILLIAN!

ashleybee I’m disgusted but I get what she means

austinbutler Babe close your comment section please

chrisevans Happy bday to the one who is gonna prove aliens exist!

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people Luci Butler turns three today so we must not forget to credit her mother (and best friend) in a world where it seems moms get no recognition for being superhuman.

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user12 imagine using a 3 year olds bday to make some political womens movement statement. mom’s get plenty of recognition.

butlerfamupdates I actually applaud People Magazine for this. All day magazine’s have posted Austin’s cutest moments with Luci and talked about what a wonderful Dad he is - which no one would ever doubt to think he is - but Luci’s mom is very much present as well and deserves love too. Luci loves both her parents. It’s normal for a kid to have favorites, it doesn’t make the other parent ‘bad.’

ccgfan Y/N and Luci sharing their love for open water together and creating sea shell necklaces i cry

ccgfan1 You just know she’s the most supportive and loving mother! Austin and Luci are so lucky to have her!

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ashleytisdale happy birthday to Jupiter’s bestest friend in the whole wide world! We are so lucky to have you in our life Luci ❤️🦖✨

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coffee.girl the cutest besties 👯 🤣

fan23 ashley and aus are bffs now their daughters are too 😭

austinluv STOP my heart can’t take it

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butlerfamupdates a cute little insight into Luci’s “THREE-REX” bday party! Posts and reposts from @austinbutler and @coffee.girl IG stories

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sugartreats Thank you for choosing us for her cakes and treats! The sweetest, most beautiful family 🙌🏼 #happybirthdayluci

fan34 so luc is like obsessed w dinos huh 🤔

fan33 austin literally calls her lil dino

fan45 u just know it was luci’s idea to put a tutu on the scary t rex LMAO

sugarcakes Oh it was! Her parents brought her in and Miss Luci was very specific with what she wanted haha

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jillian.mua Happy birthday cool girl 🥳 I love you

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austinbutler vibin’

ashleybee oh gosh i wanna kiss those cheeks

oliviadejonge i wanna be her when i grow up ✨🥳

coffee.girl @austinbutler trendsetter 😂❤️

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austinbnews via Austin’s IG story for Luci’s birthday! Happy birthday sweet Luci 🎂 ♥️

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austinfan23 she’s taking after her parents with her love of books 🥹

ccgfan yes Y/N and Austin built Luci her personal little library 😭

butlerupdates Austin taking a picture of Luci taking a picture of Y/N — ICONIC

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coffee.girl … and she’s out for the count

jillian.mua @coffee.girl she had a busy day bossing everyone around

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LMAOOOO MCCALL WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I TOLD YOU I WAS ALREADY WORKING ON THIS BEFORE YOU TEXTED ME TODAY ASKING ABOUT LUCI ?!???? OUR BRAINSSS INTERCONNECTED 🙌🏼❤️❤️❤️❤️ happy birthday mccall love you and your little universe and luci and ccg so much you’re awesome

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Dating Rody Soul Headcanons

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: fluff, headcanons

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes

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• Trust has to be earned with Rody and if you’re dating then you’ve defiantly gained his and hopefully vice versa. Even if him telling you about his quirk was an embarrassing one for him.

“So… you can’t lie because Pino will…”

“Pretty much yeah.”

“That’s a cool quirk Rody. Pino is amazing and like a companion. You’re lucky to have her.”

“You really think so?”

• Even though you’re together, he is still unfairly charming toward you! Flirting comes easy to him when it’s with you (sentimental feelings are more difficult to express) and you’ll receive winks or cute smirks from across the room etc.

• Rody will always play it cool but if you flirt back Pino will betray his nonchalance by the flustered blushing mess she becomes much to his embarrassment. Then comes the denial and stuttering.

“Aha well you— I— ahem, whatever, you’re cool I guess.”

“Rody, you’re not the only smooth talker you know but don’t worry you’re definitely prettier~”

“That’s not true (Y/n)! Have you seen how beautiful you are? No? Then I’ll show ya!”

• You’ve realised how agile and street smart he is on various outings, and sometimes you arrive early to date meeting points just to catch a glimpse of him gliding from building to building using an array of impressive parkour.

(He has no idea, nor do you intend to tell him).

• If you ask he will teach you a couple of things of course and he’ll be a brilliant teacher, guiding you through things and challenging your level to improve. If you trip he is 100% there to catch you equipped with a flirting / teasing remark and smile.

• Rody will also show an interest in your talents / hobbies and if you’ll allow, participate or learn them with you. If you’re helping him study to be a pilot then he’ll return the love to whatever it is you’re passionate about.

• His siblings are very important and based on Pino, his heart practically melts whenever you include them in your life.

Wanna go to the sea? Let’s bring Roro and Lala for a picnic.

Dinner? Sure we could all cook something together.

The boy is putty in your hands oh my. He would give you the world if he could, but for now you’ll have settle for the little moments he can give you.

• When visiting Rody at work your favourite drink is immediately prepared and waiting for you courtesy of a proud boyfriend - even if Stanleyk teases him for it.

• If you're around long enough, he becomes as protective over you as he is his siblings, in a more loving partner way of course. Just like them, he’ll do whatever he can support you.

• If he's ever stressed or upset Rody tries to hide Pino for you as she always makes a beeline the second you are in sight. He just wants to be strong for you - even if he secretly wants a hug.

• If you offhandedly mentioned liking something, you bet he's going to save up to get it for you. He loves you so much just because of who you are and this is how he can think to show it.

• Sometimes you'll end up buying it yourself first and he'll be really happy for you, only to overhear him moping to his siblings how he missed out on a chance to make you happy.

"I was so close!"

"Uh... can't you just buy (Y/n) something else?" Roro the voice of logic in moments like these.

"It's not the same Roro!"

• You often cook together, sharing different recipes and tricks. There's a small competition going with Roro and Lala, but they favour your joint efforts rather than solo attempts.

In fact they just enjoy your company and seeing how happy you make their big brother. Since he’s always looking out for them, they’re glad he found someone who will look out for him too.

• If you're ever in trouble Pino is shouting in front of you squawking at your offenders, not a second later Rody is there to defend / back you up.

• One of your more interesting dates involved a rusty pick-up that he’d ‘acquired’ and he drove you to a local rural area for stargazing. It was a beautiful night and you’d spoke for hours about anything and everything.

“The stars are so beautiful tonight, thanks Rody.”

“They’re not the only thing that’s beautiful…”

“Oh?”

“Uh-uh this truck, look at it! Peak of engineering.” Yeah Rody, let’s just ignore the admiring doe eyes Pino is currently making at you.

• Worry not though, despite finding hard to express his feelings sometimes he will compliment you genuinely and confidently when he can. Usually they just slip out as easily as breathing when he hasn’t overthought it.

• Overall dating Rody is like having a second family full of warmth and welcoming. Even if things can be a struggle sometimes, you know that as long as Rody have each other, you’ll find a way to overcome anything.

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Simon.

Part 12

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 13

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au Note: Finally a new update! Thanks for your patience. Please excuse any mistakes or if this is weird lmao. Enjoy :))

The following week saw a flood of photos from the camping trip in ____’s phone. 

Johnny had created a WhatsApp group and added everyone, having them send all the photos and videos they took. Johnny and Gaz had taken the most photos, followed by ____, Lindsey, and finally, Simon, who had none to share. 

Upon obtaining her number, Gaz privately messaged _____. 

Kyle: Hey, Kyle here 

____: Hey! what's up?

Kyle: I got something you might like 

____: what's that? 

Kyle then proceeded to send her a photo of her and Simon huddled together on the porch of the cabin, fast asleep, basked in the gentle blue light of dawn, a photo that wasn’t shared in the group. She texted back at the speed of light,

____: You took a picture of us??!! 

Kyle: I knew you'd like it 😂

____: I don't know how to feel about this 

Kyle: Be happy, it’s a nice memento of the camping 😏

Kyle: You got a cute picture with your lad that you can show those blokes who try to chat you up 😏

____: “your lad” 😭😭

Kyle: Damn right he is your lad

Kyle: I know you like him

____: is it that obvious??

Kyle: you’re about as obvious as a deer in the headlights

Kyle: listen here

Kyle: you should make a move on him

____: what??

Kyle: He likes you back 

Kyle: so make a move 

Kyle: before he gets taken away, or you for that matter 

Although she could tell that Simon was interested in her, actually having it said to her outright was butterfly and blush-inducing. She quickly typed away, 

____: right gotchu 

____: do I have competition though

Kyle: not any that I know of

____: okay great

____: I guess I’ll try

Kyle: good luck 😉 

Just as she wrapped up her conversation with Kyle, her phone began to ring.

“Hey, Alejandro!” she said cheerily, “What’s up?”

“Hey, you wanna come over for dinner? I made some enchiladas. I know you like them.” 

She straightened up in her seat on the couch. “Enchiladas? I’ll be right there!” 

Before Alejandro even said anything else, she hung up and eagerly got to his front door and rang the doorbell. He opened a few moments later, chuckling. 

“Look at you, so excited,” he teased, moving away to let her in. 

“I won’t say no to Mexican food,” she winked at him and he rolled his eyes, smiling. 

He sat her down at the dining table and set down the piping hot dish that came fresh out of the oven. “Be careful, it’s hot,” he reminded her as he served the enchiladas onto her plate, giving her a flirtatious wink. 

Poor Alejandro. She was so focused on the enchiladas that she completely missed the wink. Her mouth watered at the sight and after waiting for it to cool down, she dug in and sang its praises while Alejandro amusedly poured out some beer for himself. 

“So, how did the little camping trip go?” he asked. 

“Yeah, it was fun!” she exclaimed and then began telling him about what was done during the 24 hours that she spent in the wilderness. She told him about the lake, the cabin, the tent, the waterfall, and the sunrise viewing, and showed him some of the photos.

“You guys didn't sleep in the cabin?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. 

“Well, camping isn't camping unless it's in a tent,” she said with a shrug as she stuffed a piece of the enchilada in her mouth. 

“And what about your boyfriend? Did you get to do anything fun with him?” Alejandro stared at her keenly, watching for a reaction. 

She chuckled uncomfortably and shook her head. “Nothing of that sort. I just got to watch him swim and cut some wood.” 

He pretended to be confused and disappointed. “Really? That's all? Since you two are a thing, you'd normally expect more, right?” he took a long sip of the beer, “Did you guys even sleep in the same room in the tent?” 

“Uh, no? He wanted to share a room with the guys.” 

“That's a bit odd, don't you think?” he took another thoughtful sip, finding her nonchalance rather suspicious, “I'm sure Simon already hangs out with his friends a lot. And since you're the girlfriend, don't you think you're entitled to have your time with him, or hell, even share a room while you guys are camping?”

The woman gulped, realising the mental gymnastics it needed to take to keep up a lie. Alejandro was sharp. 

“Uh, yeah… You're right. I didn't think of that.” she mumbled thoughtfully. 

“Didn’t think of that.” Another giveaway that she was lying to him. He took a bite of his share of enchiladas, chewing slowly. “You didn't think of it? I thought wanting your boyfriend near you as much as possible was,” he paused, “What's the word… Natural?”

She was in a pickle. Having never been in a healthy romantic relationship, she didn't ever feel that way. She pursed her lips and looked away.

Alejandro stared at her again. “Be honest, are you really dating Simon?” 

She sighed heavily. “Alright, I'm not,” she confessed. 

The man was surprised and unsurprised. He smirked, resting an elbow on the table as he leaned forward. “You're not? You lied to me then. How could you,” he playfully accused. 

She blushed with embarrassment. “Well, you see, I kept getting hit on by random men, and even got harassed once, so Simon offered to pretend to be my boyfriend to keep them away.”

Alejandro nodded slowly, understanding the underlying message even though she probably didn’t intend it. But he would not be deterred, especially not by poorly managed pretense. “I mean, you're beautiful, so no wonder they'd make a move. Although it's terrible that they thought harassing you would make you change your mind.” he shook his head. 

“Yeah, totally.” She nodded.

There was a brief silence as both of them ate. He looked up from his plate to ask, “So, if you’re really single, how about going out with me on a date?” 

She was surprised by the direct offer. “With you…?”

He noticed her hesitation and decided to manoeuvre this carefully. He was normally confident and assertive, but not wanting to scare her off, he quickly added, “It doesn’t even have to be a date. It can just be the two of us hanging out and getting to know each other. Nothing too serious. What do you think?” 

“When?” 

He smiled. “This Sunday, if you’re free.”

She thoughtfully gnawed on the prongs of the fork as she chewed her food. It was the same day Simon's family reunion was. He watched her shift in her seat. Another moment’s silence until she said, 

“I’ll let you know.”

Alejandro’s surprise proposal for a hangout/date left her dazed even the next day. Since her novel writing was completed for the day, she spent her evening considering what she should do. 

Should she give Alejandro a chance and go out with him? If she honestly had to pit him with Simon, Alejandro would win. He was handsome and had a steady income from his work and from being a model; he was friendly, outgoing, and charismatic. 

Simon had his good points too, though he was the opposite of Alejandro. Simon was sweet and quiet, considerate and gentle. However, his bloodstained past came to her mind, and she feared that danger would follow her if she continued to consider Simon. 

But she liked Simon regardless of it. She didn’t know Alejandro as well as she knew Simon; Alejandro never bared his soul to her like Simon did. If anything, they were just acquaintances turning into friends, but she and Simon already had an established friendship.

Besides, no matter how cordial Alejandro was, something about him didn’t sit right with her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. Upon seeing that it was none other than Simon calling, her finger flew to the green button.

“Hey!” she squeaked.

“Hey, how are you?” he croaked hoarsely.

Not expecting him to sound like a choked frog, her eyes widened slightly. “More like how are you? You don’t sound good.”

“Just a little fever, no big deal,” he replied nonchalantly before clearing his throat. 

“A fever!” she exclaimed, sitting up straight on her bed.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’m fine,” he assured, sniffling and letting out a breathless sigh.

She paused, blinking twice. “What’d you call me for, by the way?”

He paused next. “No reason. Just wanted to hear your- I mean, hear from you. See how you were doing.”

“I’m alright, but I’m starting to worry about you.”

“C’mon darling, I’m fine, really.” 

But she was not convinced. She got off the bed and stood up, saying resolutely, “I’ll come over right now.”

His burning eyes flew open on the other side. “No you’re not. You’ll catch my fever.”

“Don’t worry about that. Is there anyone with you right now?”

“No, but I can take care of myself. You really don’t have to come. I’m not a kid that needs taking care of.”

She frowned at that. “I know, but I want to take care of you. So let me!”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, until his sigh broke it. “Can you bring some fever medicine?”

She smiled widely. “Okay.”

Simon’s arm weakly flopped back down on his chest after the call had ended. “She’s coming.” he thought, forcing himself up with a grunt. He began to slowly gather up the used tissues on his night stand and threw them away in the bin. 

He washed his hands and then brought a disinfectant spray and a cloth, wiping down all the surfaces in his room she might touch when she came. He stopped his cleaning when he felt another shiver rattle his body. Hurrying to his room, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped himself in it and then sat in the living room, waiting for ____ to come. 

She came speedily and no sooner was he about to doze off, the doorbell woke him up. Rising, he ran a hand through his tousled locks and then opened the door. She was right before him, a grocery tote bag slung on her shoulder. 

“Hey,” he croaked again as he opened the door wider to let her inside, “You’re here quicker that I thought.”

“Can’t let my friend go dying now, can I?” she smiled as she entered, silently pitying how pathetic a fever made him look. His cheeks and nose were flushed, his eyes were squinted and heavy-looking, and a thin layer of sweat sat like dew on his brow.

His cheeks rose to his eyes in a chuckle as he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself. “Dying? People don’t die of fevers, darling, especially not big, strong men like me,” he boasted, even though he felt like he was going to die.

She scoffed, seeing that a fever hadn’t dulled his spirits in the least. “Johnny doesn’t know you’re sick?” she asked as he motioned her to the couch to sit down. 

He sat down away from her and shook his head. “He’ll come over and fuss over me,” he chuckled, “I wanted to be alone.”

“Oh,” her smile and her shoulders dropped, “is that why you didn’t want me to come?” 

He quickly shook his head. “No, no. I’m glad you’re here. I just didn’t want you to get sick because of me.”

“Don’t worry, I have a strong immune system,” she bragged, cradling her tote bag in her arms. “Speaking of, I brought you some lemons. They’re good for fevers.”

He smirked. “Don’t tell me you brought the whole grocery store in your bag,” he teased. 

She grinned. “I did, just for you,” she answered, nose in the air. She kept the tote aside and stood up, now moving towards him. She took his wrist and tugged him. “Come on, you should get back in bed.”

He smirked again, planting himself firmly in his seat. “I don’t want to,” he said, voice playful.

She frowned at him and continued to tug his arm. “Come onnn.” 

But he continued to obstinately sit where he was, allowing his smirks to turn into amused chuckles at her attempts to get him to move. She continued regardless, grunting and grumbling, but secretly happy that he was still cheerful despite his sickness. She turned around, back facing him and continued to pull his arm like he was a truck being pulled by a rope. 

He was tempted to wrap his arm around her stomach and pull her to his lap, but he resisted. “Okay, okay, I’m up,” he relented, finally getting out of his seat and towering to his full height. 

“About time you did.” She rolled her eyes, smiling. 

Simon directed her to his room and as soon as they were inside, he made a beeline to the bed and sat down, slouching against the wall. 

“I’ll make you some tea,” she said, making her way to the door.

“I should be doing that.”

“Shut up. You’re literally sick.” she smirked.

As soon as she left, Simon let out a sigh. He looked at the floor-length mirror across from his bed, and he could see how dishevelled he looked. He ran his hand through his hair again, as if it would magically transform him from a beast to a prince. 

He felt another shiver and the goosebumps form on his arms, making him crawl under his duvet. She soon came in with his mismatched coffee mugs of steaming tea, and the room smelled like lemons and honey, the same scent that filled the living room when she came over for the first time. 

“I really like your glass teapot,” she said, placing the tray down on his nightstand, finding him bundled up under the duvet. 

“Is that code for ‘I broke your teapot’?” he teased, now sitting up and receiving the mug from  her.

“Are you normally this cheeky when you’re sick?” she asked with a giggle as she looked around for a chair to sit on.

“Only with you, darling,” he answered, motioning to a wooden stool in the corner of the room. 

She was glad she had to face away from him as he said that, for the words gave her a flutter. “Only with me.” She felt terrible for even comparing him to Alejandro. Simon’s lighthearted teasing and banter didn’t compare to Alejandro’s. 

She grabbed the stool and brought it next to the bed and sat down. While he was busy taking a tentative sip of his steaming hot tea, she took a moment to observe his room.

The confines of the four walls were basked in the gentle light of his gold LED light strips that skirted the edges of the ceiling. The same walls were painted a relaxing navy-blue, one of which was adorned with posters of familiar video games and shelves filled with figurines of those video game characters, huddled together like people at a busy intersection.

“A gamer." she observed. His desk sat opposite to the bed, and a sleek setup sat on top of it with its creamy white desktop monitor, RGB CPU, and keyboard. A pair of cat-ear headphones rested against the keyboard, indicating recent use. Photos were stuck to the wall with clear tape just above the desk, and the photo booth pictures she took with him shared the space with his friends and family. None of the photos were stuck on the wall straight, but like a pack of cards fallen on the floor.

Another shelf sat right next to the photos. It had a few books stacked on top of each other, but only one stood facing her directly, straight and tall. Firefly Trails, her novel. Even from away, she could see that the copy was dog-eared and the base of its spine slightly worn from how much it was read. And as a reader herself, she knew that a worn book was a loved book. A flutter tickled her stomach. She wondered how many times he’d gone through the pages, and if he was one to underline and annotate.

His bedroom had more personality than the rest of his apartment, which was expected. His living room was prim, proper, and neat, but his bedroom was a meticulously organized chaos.

Simon saw that she was observing his personal space and didn’t interrupt her. He longed to ask her what she thought of his room, but didn’t want to come off as too conscious of it. He liked his room for sure, but wasn’t sure if she liked it.

He kept staring at her as she observed, and only quickly looked away when she turned his way. 

“When did you catch a fever?” she asked.

No comments on the room. He was positively disappointed.

“Just today,” He answered as he sat back, “Couldn’t fix a lot of cars at the garage. I felt a bit chilly. Asked the lads if it was and they said no.”

“I wonder if it was from the camping.”

“I think so,” he mumbled, “I was alright before that. Anyway, by the time I came back, I was shivering and I suspected a fever, so I checked me temperature and I got thirty-eight degrees.”

“Oh, that’s high,” she said pityingly, taking a sip of her tea. She reached out and pressed her hand against his forehead, an action that made his eyes widen slightly. “Yeah, it’s high,” she confirmed, feeling the burn linger in her hand as she pulled it away.

Her touch lingered on his forehead and he sighed at the absence of it. He practically wanted to pull her in bed but couldn’t; she was so near yet so far. 

“And your family reunion is this weekend too,” she then asked, “will you be able to go?”

Simon’s gaze turned distant as he paused to take a sip of tea from his mug. He really didn’t want to go. Not only would he have to uphold a lie, but also be around his father for a few hours. He welcomed the fever, wanted it to extend past the appointed date even, but he already promised his mum that he’d be there, and with his “girlfriend.”

“Yeah,” he answered, “My fever should be alright by then.”

“Speaking of, Alejandro asked me out yesterday,” she said.

Simon’s eyes darted to her face. The jealousy bubbled up in his stomach. He had made a move, huh? “Did he?” He asked coolly.

“Yeah, and on the same day of the reunion too. He said it would be nothing serious, just a fun hangout.”

Simon had to keep himself from letting out an annoyed growl. “What did you tell him then?”

“I said I’d let him know.”

He drew in a breath. “I’ll let him know.” It wasn’t a straight “yes” or a “no”. That meant that she was considering Alejandro. His hand squeezed the warm mug in his hand. 

“You should go out with him,” Simon answered half-heartedly, looking away, “I don’t mind if you bailed on the reunion.”

She felt a spear go right through her chest and a small frown tugged her lips. Was she hearing him right?

“I… honestly didn’t even want to go,” he added, “I don’t even want to be around my dad.”

“But you promised your mum,” she reminded, leaning forward, “And I promised to come with you too.”

Simon sighed. He’d never show his face at home if his father was around and it was tempting once again to not go. But he’d miss seeing the rest of the family who rarely came down, even for the holidays; cousins, nieces and nephews, uncles and aunts.

“Yeah, I’ll…” he said in a breathless sigh, staring at the mug in his hand helplessly. He rubbed a hand down his face. “I’ll figure something out.”

She saw that he didn’t even raise his head to look at her. Did he really not want her to go with him? Did he not want her at all?

It was far too awkward and suffocating in the room for her to sit any longer. She rose from her seat with her mug of tea. “I’ll make you something,” she said.

“Wait, you don’t have to-” 

But she was already out the bedroom door as he said those words. He cursed under his breath. Keeping aside his mug of tea, he laid back on the bed, crossing his wrists over his eyes. 

Was this the right call, telling her to go out with Alejandro? Simon felt like Alejandro was a way better choice. Maybe she’d be happier with him. Simon had a history of violent acts, near trysts with Death even, and who knew if his sins were crawling around, trying to look for him?

It didn’t help that going back home meant that he’d be in the domain of that gang he was once a part of. Who knew if he’d meet his old “friends” again. He’d exposed the gang’s secrets to the police when they interrogated him, and who knew if the existing members were waiting for a chance to pounce on him for this. 

He groaned softly as he pulled the blanket over his head. His fever felt like death over these heavy, burdensome thoughts, and he didn’t want to think of it.

Neither did she, but it was all she could think of as she looked around in his cabinets for instant oats. 

She was on the verge of tears. At this point, she would’ve thought she had something with Simon, but he just had to say that. And she had just felt encouraged by Gaz to make a move too. She stood there in front of the stove under an open overhead cabinet, sighing. 

You should go out with him.

You should go out with him.

You should go out with him.

It wasn’t a misunderstanding. He knew what he was saying. He meant it. 

She found the instant oats and began to cook it over the stove with the enthusiasm of a dead rabbit. 

Maybe Simon was right. She should go out with Alejandro. Every practical and logical reasoning demanded for Alejandro, but her emotions vouched for Simon. She had an actual relationship with him, a friendship. Sure, Alejandro would be a better choice, but who was he in front of Simon?

The oats bubbled noisily on the stove, threatening to be burned. She quickly snapped out of her thoughts and turned off the stove, sighing heavily. Digging in a spoon, she found that it was very close to burning the bottom of the vessel. She shook her head.

After checking if there was enough salt, she served the porridge in a bowl and topped it with some cut fruit and some roasted sunflower seeds that she brought along. She placed it on a tray and took a deep breath as she made her way to his bedroom.

“Simon?” she called softly as she peeked inside. 

No answer. His body was still under the blanket, save for the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

She let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding, both of disappointment and relief. Returning back to the kitchen, she placed a lid on the bowl and kept it aside. Taking her now lukewarm tea, she returned to the room and tip-toed closer to the sleeping Simon.

His brows were slightly furrowed as he was cocooned under the blanket. Gently pulling it away from his face, she lightly pressed her hand against his forehead. His temperature burned against her hand, but her hand lingered. He didn’t stir.

How sweet he looked sleeping there. Her hand moved from his forehead to weave through his sweat-damp hair, looking admiringly at him, at his thin, pink lips, at his slightly hooked, bent nose, at the scar on his cheek.

The scar. It was a stark reminder of his past, both to him and to her. She hesitated, but found her finger moving to lightly trace the indent on his cheek.

Alejandro’s face was perfect and spotless compared to Simon’s; not a scar, not a blemish. Alejandro was beautiful, more so than Simon. Anyone who had eyes would choose the former over the latter.

But she bent down and pressed the lightest of kisses on his scarred cheek. It was risky business to do it, both for the present and the future, but she didn’t care. She knew what she wanted; hated herself for even putting the two against each other, even in her mind. 

In her heart, there was only one man in this world she would choose. Just one.

Simon.

End of Part 12.

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april 20th: pot luck

member — fwb!chan x f reader genre — smut, fwb to lovers word count — 3.2k synopsis — you're no stranger to smoking in the park on 4/20, but smoking in the park while chan begs you to let him make you cum? that's new. content warnings — marijuana use (smoking), there's angst for like 3 seconds but not really smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, oral (reader receiving), fingering, sexual acts in a semi-public setting (they're in a secluded area of a park), sexual acts while high, shotgunning, chan is clingy & cute when he's high :) disclaimer — this story is a work of fiction. both chan and reader are portrayed as consenting adults above the legal age of 21. always make sure your partner is someone you trust and have talked with beforehand while sober. remember to practice safe, consensual sex! notes — requested by @angelwoozi 🧸!! this concept is going to sit in my brain forever now agsdjkfahsd i hope you like it! also tagging @bitchlessdino because it would be a sin if i didn't. happy 420!

you hold the pre-rolled joint between your fingers, watching the way the thin smoke spirals off the end of it. chan holds out his hand as you exhale, and you pass it back to him for him to take his turn.

it's the secluded end of the park, where the trees are thicker and shadier and the grass is always a little bit damp, even during hot summer afternoons. a cool breeze blows today, and distantly you can hear birds chirping and the shuffling footfalls of joggers making their way around the park's running paths.

you lay back, settling down on top of the worn, quilted picnic blanket you keep in your car. for the first time in a while the weather's been nice enough to draw you outside, spring gradually melting into summer.

he holds the joint out towards you but you wave him off, so he sets it at the edge of his ashtray, the little yellow painted one you made him for his birthday in a ceramics class from a few semesters ago.

chan leans back too, propping himself up on one elbow as he reaches for his water bottle absently.

laying on your back, you can see each leaf on the tree, and when the wind blows you can see bits of blue sky peeking through the swaying branches. you hear chan call your name, but you ignore him, just wanting to watch the world go by for a moment. or maybe, you just pretended to hear him call your name. you seem to do that a lot recently, imagining him doing things until you aren't sure what's real or dreamed.

ever since new year's eve when you accidentally on-purpose slept with him and then maybe kept sleeping with him for months afterward, nothing's been the same. despite the fact that you definitely like him as more than just a friend you have sex with, you’ve never talked about it with him because he seems more than fine with keeping things simple; you wish he didn’t, but you don’t want to push him, so you just stick to having sex and sharing your weed.

it turns out him calling your name was, in fact, real, because a few seconds later you see his figure looming over you, blocking your view of the leaves and the sky.

your words come out lilted. "what is it, chan?"

"can i eat you out?"

you blink slowly a few times, thinking and processing his sentence and repeating it in your head so many times until you'd forgotten what he'd actually said.

"eating what? we had tacos earlier. i’ll make you a sandwich or something when we go back, i told you you should’ve brought more snacks to munch on."

“noooooo.” he whines and flops down onto the blanket on his side. "wanna eat you," he grumbles. his fingers find your arm and begin drawing shapes and patterns along your skin as he waits for your response.

it finally clicks in your mind what he's asking, and with much effort you roll your head over to look at him. "why?"

"because it's a nice day outside," he says, fingers trailing down to your wrist. "and i like it. oh my god, you're so hot. like… woah. why wouldn't i want to?"

your heart jumps, and you can't tell if it's completely from his words or mixed with how stoned you are, but you feel so happy. he sounds almost affectionate.

you shift your legs, your pants starting to grow uncomfortable the more you begin to think about chan between your thighs. it's a sight you're familiar with, but one you can never quite seem to get used to.

you throw your arm over your head, tugging gently at the cool grass beneath your fingertips to ground you to earth. "but there's sooo many people out, chan," you say, a little more giddy than you intend. "you’re too high. somebody'll see."

he closes his eyes slowly and furrows his brow, thinking deeply.

"put your bag here, then," he says finally, rolling over onto his stomach to grab your tote bag from the edge of the blanket and haul it over to your hip. it was a good idea in theory, but in reality it barely covers a tiny part of your body, and it would only be effective at blocking his head from onlookers at a very specific angle.

his fingers brush over your thigh on accident, and you sigh, legs parting just slightly. chan doesn't seem to notice, though; he's latched himself to your arm again, tracing his name across your skin over and over like a kindergartener learning to write their name for the first time.

"you really want to?" you ask, peering over at him through foggy eyes but grinning when you see him now focused on the tiny hairs on your arm.

"yes, please," he hums, and he starts kissing the inside of your elbow along your forearm. his lips are warm and so, so soft, it feels like rays of sunshine tickling your skin. until he opens his mouth and he starts gnawing on you, biting gently at your arm.

you swat at the back of his head, and then once more, laughing at how silly he is. silly feels like the right word. silly how cute he is and silly how maybe you're a little bit in love with him.

"oka-ay," you say finally, tugging on his hair to get him to stop biting you. he rests his head on your stomach and gazes up at you with big, soft eyes, and you know there's nothing going on in his head right now. honestly, there's not much going on in yours either, but there's enough happening up there to know better than to not let him have what he wants.

you pull the bag closer to yourself and lift your hips, shifting your pants down just enough to expose the top of your thighs.

"don't let anybody see—" you start to say, but chan is already diving in. he shimmies down your body, positioning himself between your legs so that it would look like he's merely resting on top of you if anyone passing by were to steal a quick glance.

in your present state of mind, neither of you are quite as sneaky as you probably think. you can only pray no one walking around the park is paying much attention to their surroundings, though your spot is far enough away from the main paths that someone would have to be intentionally looking in order to find you.

one thing you know for sure is that chan is a messy eater. in the privacy of his apartment (or occasionally, yours) he'll spend hours between your legs, making out with your pussy until you're so exhausted and overstimulated that just the thought of another orgasm makes you shudder. usually he doesn't go that far, because at the end of it all he still wants to have his cock inside of you, but that doesn't ever stop him from making a complete mess of you anyways.

but to your surprise, when he kisses you over your underwear before pulling them down your hips, his lips are slow and gentle, like wading through water. you feel his fingers kneading your waist, and you realize belatedly that you've been tensed up. you'd been preparing for a fast, rough onslaught of pleasure but clearly chan has other plans today: taking his sweet time with you. and with how fuzzy your head feels right now, going slow is more than fine by you.

he flicks at your clit, laying his tongue flat and smoothing it over every inch of you before flicking again, and subconsciously you angle your hips upward, chasing his mouth. his spit covers your cunt, and when he moves his head back you can feel the breeze cooling the heat between your legs, sending a shiver up and down your spine.

you hear a shrill scream from behind you, and you tilt your neck back to see where the noise came from. upside down, you can see two kids distantly running around in the grass, playing a game.

you yank chan up by the back of his collar and pull your pants up as far as they'll go, ignoring the insane wedgie you've just given yourself as you scramble to look like you haven’t been doing anything suspicious.

you stay on your back, craning your head around to look at your surroundings. once you’re certain nobody’s around, your eyes settle on chan, who’s staring blankly back at you. his face glistens in the sunlight from the amount of wetness all over his face that he doesn't even seem to be aware of.

"wipe your mouth," you try to scold him, but the whole situation is suddenly so funny you can't help the laugh that comes out instead.

chan sits up, a little disoriented at first but he pushes through the clouds in his mind and finally brings his hand up to his face, swiping at his mouth once with the back of his hand. he looks around and he spies the ashtray with the half-smoked joint still sitting in it, and with a lazy grin he leans over to grab it, fumbling with his lighter to reignite it.

he takes a long, slow hit, and you're surprised he's not more out of breath from just having his face shoved in your pussy for what seemed like eternity.

he holds it out to you with a little grunt, and you finally find the energy to prop yourself up onto your elbows to take it from him. you inhale then breathe out a fine cloud of smoke as you pass it back to him, and he sets it back down, giggling to himself.

you smile, his laughter contagious with your already content mood. "what're you laughing at?"

he rolls his head around in a circle, staring off into the distance with a dopey grin on his face. "i… dunno," he answers finally, and he looks back at you, his eyes full of emotion you can't really understand fully.

"well, you almost got us caught, dummy," you tell him, an involuntary pout forming on your lips as you lay back down. "if you wanna have sex we should just go back to your apartment now."

"i don't want to," he whines, and you frown at him. he opens his mouth, stops and closes it again, then finally speaks, seemingly having gathered all his words together in the right order. "of course i always wanna have sex with you but right now i wanna make you cum first. like, right now, right now." he looks over at you again with those big, stupid, pretty eyes of his. "ple-ease?"

"but somebody might see again, channie. you can make me cum at home."

he shakes his head slowly. "but we still have to finish this, anyway," he protests, pointing at what's left of the joint.

you lose focus and stare off at the trees again, knowing he's right. you'll have to stay until it's out, then clean up your blanket and put away your stash, so it's not like you were gonna get home anytime soon then, right?

he turns towards you suddenly, his mouth half open like he's just thought of something crazy. he carefully transfers the joint to your hand, wrapping your fingers around the end of it. "how about i finger you, and you can hold this for me until you cum, and then we finish it and we go home and fuck. holding two birds with one stone."

you glance around, hoping nobody heard him loudly exclaim that he wants to finger you. you think about telling him to keep it down, or at least correct his attempt at a metaphor, but the words feel like too much effort and you're still weary from the almost-orgasm just a few minutes ago.

you stare at the object he had put in your hand for a second before you decide to take a drag, putting your other hand on chan's neck to pull him close so you can exhale the smoke into his lips.

clearly he wasn't expecting it, and he coughs a couple times, but he recovers and immediately goes in to kiss you again. he kisses you for so long it feels like he's never going to pull away, and when you do finally let go for a second it seems like he isn't even breathing.

he just sighs dreamily, his eyes still closed. "i love kissing you," he says, and the way he says it makes it sound so important.

you elbow him in the chest lightly to get his attention, and he lets out a little "oof!" and opens his eyes.

"hurry up so we can go home. i wanna suck your dick," you say, clearly deciding to let him have his way as you push your pants down once more.

his hand slides over your body, and the way he smiles when his two fingers make contact with your pussy gives you goosebumps. his touch feels heavenly, and you have to put all your focus on holding the joint upright so you don’t accidentally drop it. but it’s so hard to stay focused when you can feel his fingers so deep inside you, moving in and out and curling and scissoring and it drives you crazy.

at least in this new position, it’s not as obvious what you’re doing. with shaky hands you take another hit, a bigger one this time, trying to finish it as fast as you can so you can go home and not have to worry about being seen.

chan pushes a third finger into you and you hold back a whimper, wrinkling your nose in pleasure.

he opens and closes his mouth at you, and there’s a few seconds before your brain catches up and you realize he wants you to help him smoke while his hands are occupied. you carefully hold the joint up to his mouth and he wraps his lips around it.

the sight of him laying on his side, his hand cupping your cunt as you act like his personal helper is hotter than you expect it to be, and you clench around his fingers, heat burning in your abdomen.

he sucks in a sharp breath and leans his head away from your hand to cough again. “are you— close?” he asks once he’s recovered, his tone almost pouty. “you’re squeezing my hand so hard and now my dick hurts because i imagined fucking you instead.”

you sigh, leaning your head back against the blanket and letting your eyes close again, your hand propped up in the air. “yeah… i reeally wanna fuck you.”

he pries the joint out of your hand to take a hit by himself, then puts it back in your grip and moves his other hand to massage your breast over your shirt. you whine, not expecting it, and buck your hips up.

“fuck, chan– faster, please,” you mumble, your head swimming.

he puts his thumb to your clit and presses down, his fingers moving more roughly inside of you to draw you closer and closer. after a while you open your eyes, and you find him staring at you with such a sweet, empty look on his face, it makes you want to kiss him forever.

you pull him down on top of you and push your lips against his. your teeth clack with his but you don’t care, because you feel too good everywhere else to even pay attention to one little bad thing.

just like the way chan eats you out, he’s messy when he kisses you, and even more so when he’s high. you can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you whine into him, the rest of the world falling away so that the only two people who exist in the entire world are you and him.

without warning you feel familiar waves wash over you and you practically go limp under him as your orgasm knocks the breath out of your lungs. he stills his fingers inside of you but continues to pet at your clit with his thumb as your walls spasm and contract around him.

when you start to regain some of what’s left of your senses you grab his hand to stop him, pulling him out of your aching pussy. he sighs and pushes his face into your chest, humming against your boobs.

caught up in the moment you hadn’t noticed when you’d dropped the joint, but luckily there was a god or some being out there in the universe that was on your side, because you’d dropped it directly onto the ashtray and not the blanket or the grass.

chan sits up and folds his legs cross-legged as he lights it one more time and hands it to you. there’s not much left of it by now, so it doesn’t take long for you both to finish it. your clothes stink of smoke and you’re a lot clumsier than usual, but you’re more content than you’ve been in a long time.

it’s not the first time you’ve had sex with him while high, but something feels different this time. maybe it was the way he clung to your arm walking back to his apartment, giggling with glee about how he couldn’t wait to have you all to himself. but it was probably more the fact that he told you he loved you right after you came and then proceeded to beg you to let him kiss you again.

of course you let him, your heart and your head soaring as you laid in the grass, casually making out for at least a quarter of an hour. you were in no rush to be anywhere, especially not when you had everything you wanted right here. and it seemed like he had everything he wanted, too: when you finally started to pack up your things to leave, he’d panickedly asked if you would stay with him.

“of course i’m staying,” you laughed, pushing him off of the blanket so you could fold it and put it away. “aren’t we going back to your place?”

“yeah, we are,” he said shyly, plucking a dandelion from the grass. “i meant like… all the time. i don’t wanna do this anymore.”

you looked at him, suddenly scared and a little confused at the sudden change from how excited he’d just been. “…you don’t want us anymore?”

he shook his head. “no, i want you! serious, like boyfriend and girlfriend! i want us to be us.” you don’t immediately respond, and he frowned.“you don’t want to?”

your eyes softened. “i do want to,” you smiled, crawling over to him to cup his cheeks in your hands. “i want to, very much.”

it would be a while before you finally made it back to chan’s apartment, but it was worth the wait. everything was worth the wait.

next year, when you sat in the same spot at the same park to spend your anniversary together, you joked that he had waited until april 20th to make it official because he’d wanted your anniversary to be on a funny date. but really you didn’t mind, because it just gave you more reasons to celebrate.

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✰ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ✰

✰ non idol! jeon wonwoo x fem! reader

✰ genre: fluff, humor, established relationship

✰ warnings: none besides like one cuss word if you care <3

✰ word count: 944

after midnight was the time where it felt like you and wonwoo became closer and closer to one another. no matter how long you two knew one another, you always managed to discover something new about the other. to the two of you, that time frame between late night and early morning was your most sacred time together. it was an intimate time that revolved around your souls and no one else's. during this time, you could be as vulnerable or as silly as you two chose to be, and no one else mattered except for each other. 

“you know when i first met you, i was terrified of talking to you.” you mentioned out of the blue. you both were on the rooftop of your apartment building, lying with your head in his lap, staring up at the starry sky. “really? i thought i seemed pretty approachable…” wonwoo chuckled, looking down for a moment, temporarily blocking your view of the sky with a much better view: him. 

“yeah, i don’t know… i think i was just overwhelmed at how attractive you were. sometimes i still feel like that, but it’s not as bad as it used to be. at least now i can actually form words around you.” you laughed at the memories of how you used to struggle to even say “hi” to him whenever he would approach you before you two started dating. 

wonwoo let out a breathy laugh at your reply. “i guess i never really had that problem around you. as introverted as i am, i always felt like it was easy to talk to you i guess?” his voice lilted as he pondered about your past interactions. “wow mr. confident, i guess lil ole introverted me wasn’t cool, cute, and awesome enough to make the jeon wonwoo nervous… gee thanks…” you rolled your eyes playfully. 

wonwoo looked down at you once again and made eye contact, “babe, you know that is not what i meant.” he sighed in amusement, looking off into the distance before he began to speak again. “you’re one of the coolest, cutest, awesomest people i know, you always take my breath away. what i meant was that your beauty never really scared me. from the moment i first saw you, and then from the moment that we shared our first conversation, you gave me a sense of comfort and i just knew that i didn’t have to worry about being nervous around you. i always used to struggle to talk to people, sometimes i still do, but you changed that. make sense now?”

after wonwoo finished his explanation, you lied there quiet. he had knocked the air out of your lungs, the words out of your mouth, and the thoughts out of your brain. you couldn’t do anything except smile up at him. wonwoo looked down a moment later, wondering why you had gone so quiet. he took one look at you, smiled and let out a laugh again. “wow, look at you all smiley. have i managed to make the y/n l/n speechless? i guess i still got it,” he grinned. “when you find your words again, i’ll be here waiting.” he said, grinning even more. 

that knocked you out of your happy trance real quick. “oh shut up you little cocky motherfucker.” the words that came out of your mouth and the eyeroll you did didn’t match the smile that was still etched onto your face. you rose up from where you were lying and sat across from him. “i was gonna say that what you said was really cute and nice, but now i’m taking it all back”, you pouted.

wonwoo grinned even more (more than you thought was humanly possible) as he grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you in for a hug. “aww it’s okay baby, you know you love me, and i love you too. even when you’re lost for words.” you sighed, “i have a few words i’m thinking of saying right now. they happen to start with the letters “f” and “y” if you wanna try and figure it out instead of squishing me”. he just hugged you tighter after your remark, ignoring what you said with a laugh. 

after a minute or so, you both pulled away from the hug. “actually now that i think about it, i do have one question about what you said.” you mentioned. “what’s up?” he answered, reaching over you to grab a handful of gummy bears. “you said that i was one of the coolest, cutest, awesomest people you know…” with a mouth full of gummies, he answered back muffled. “yeah.. and?”

“how am i not the coolest, cutest, awesomest person you know? i should be the only one.”

“oh, it's simple, you’re in second place”, he answered nonchalantly. his voice was muffled again with yet another handful of gummy bears entering his mouth.

“second place!? if your own girlfriend isn’t in first place, then who is?” you looked at him, genuinely confused, wanting to know who was ranked as first place on wonwoo’s “favorite person list”.

he paused for a second to chew, “duh, buttercup.”

you stared back at your boyfriend, dumbfounded at his answer. “wonwoo, baby, buttercup is our cat.”

“...and your point is…?”, he looked at you like you were the crazy one. 

late nights with wonwoo were definitely when you learned the most about one another. and that night you learned that wonwoo believed that your pet cat was cooler, cuter, and more awesome than you, his own human girlfriend of 3 years. yeah… after midnight was a special time. 

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Zoro x GN!Swordsman!Reader (with a powerful/unique sword)

Thank you anon for this request! I'm still getting the hang of headcanons, so I hope you enjoy these! (Also ty to my partner because he loves Zoro and swords, and wanted to share a couple thoughts) 💚

Summary: Headcanons and drabble for Zoro with a partner that is a strong swordsman with a powerful and unique sword

Word Count: 544

Rating/Warnings: SFW, GN!Reader, Fluff, (Maybe some Angst if you squint), Swearing, Kissing, Mildly Suggestive, Implied/Brief Descriptions of Violence

A/N: Imagine Zoro nerding out with someone who shares his biggest only interest. And then they kiss 🥰 I need to see it

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Headcanons

Sparring!! Oh hot damn, the sparring is so good! The playful competition between you both makes you push yourselves even further. 

That heat can lead straight to the bedroom. Or really wherever you happen to be sparring, if you’re comfortable. Hearts racing, adrenaline filling your veins. He loves the way you challenge him. He loves the way you taste after your blades have met.

There may need to be boundaries set, especially depending on your goal. If it’s also your goal to become the world’s greatest swordsman, it may lead to more exciting and playful banter, sparring, etc. But it may lead to issues when it comes to decisions, i.e. which one of you will challenge the most powerful swordsmen in battles. (Or the inevitable circumstance of one of you truly beating the other.) It could be a playful rivalry, it could go sour, or it could be a mix of both that you’ll have to work through together.

Since you happen to possess a very powerful sword with unique abilities, Zoro will never stop suggesting you let him give it a try. It’ll come up in so many conversations, and he’ll try to convince you to give it up in a bet. You never do. 

You might occasionally use the three sword/overcompensating jokes, but only if he was really being a little shit. He'd make you pay for it though.

Oh the cute sword care moments!! It’s like a mini vacation, you both hide from the rest of the crew and silently take care of your blades. Your deep breaths match up as you run your fingers along the cool metal. 

“Hey, babe. Want me to take care of that one for ya?” “You’re not touching my sword, Zoro.”

Endless competitions. Some are breathed against your ear in a husky tease as you’re about to fight a hard battle. Some are yelled over the heads of your crewmates as a slew of enemies come charging forward.

“Bet you can’t kill that guy, faster than I get those three over there.” “Oh, fuck you, babe. I’ll get these five before you shut your stupid mouth.” “Wanna bet your sword on it?”

Drabble

“So, how many did ya get,” Zoro teased, coming up behind you to wrap his sweaty arms around your waist.

The battle had barely ended, and your breathing was still ragged, but you managed to sigh.

“I didn’t agree to that bet, babe.”

“I got twelve. No way you got more than that.”

“Wow, you’re really bragging with that number,” you laughed, turning in his arms to see his eyes narrow. 

He sucked his teeth, touching his forehead to yours before his voice came out low and dangerous.

“How many?”

“You’re not getting my sword.”

He kissed you then, pressing his body against yours. You melted into him, the heat of the battle still flowing through you. Your fingers felt almost tingly as you wrapped them around his neck. 

Breaking apart just enough to catch your breath, you saw that little twitch at the corner of his lips.

“How–”

“You’re never touching it, asshole,” you teased, rolling your eyes as you walked away. You grinned at the sound of him huffing behind you. 

“FINE, no sword! Just tell me how many you got!”

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a/n: I love this request so much! Zoro is such a fucking nerd. He'd have the best fucking time sparring with his partner 💚

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[incorrectbatfam]

What would Queering the Map look like in the DC Universe

For those of you that don't know, Queering the Map is basically this website where people can add pinpoints on a map with their different queer experiences. It's really cool, I suggest checking it out (unless you hate The Gays, in which case feel free to unfollow me).

Now, for the headcanons:

"Went to a baseball game for our third date. We ended up on the jumbotron. Some people booed us. I think it's 'cause I wore a Gotham jersey and she had a Metropolis hat. A modern-day Romeo and Juliet."

"Drag storytime here, every Thursday from 5:30 to 7"

"sometimes love is kidnapping a nepo baby with your two polyamorous boyfriends"

"Did it with another Arkham inmate, 5/10"

"According to my grandfather, who trained me to wield a sword from the moment I could walk, I'm 'too young' to know who I am."

"Themiscyra more like Lesbos 2 amirite"

"I have a crush on a boy in my class but every time I ask him to hang out he tells me he's busy. I know he doesn't do any after-school clubs and he doesn't need a part-time job because he's rich as hell. I have my conspiracy theories. Let's see how they pan out."

"@ Ollie Queen I screwed your son in your office"

"On this street corner, I got so nervous talking to the cute food truck worker that I puked in a trash can. I am 42 years old."

"Don't forget about us in Kahndaq!"

"Smallville boys sure love them cornfields"

"I put the bi in billionaire"

"me-wow ;)"

"It's Sunday morning. My wife and I slept in after a wild time last night. I woke up first so I surprised her with her favorite breakfast and used the food scraps to make compost cupcakes for her plants. Then she kissed me and showed me a funny video because she knows I love wild dogs, and it makes everything I've put up with worth it. Some folks will see this and still call us the villains. If that's the case, I don't wanna be a hero."

"I know where I'd put my Lantern ring ( ͡ ° ل͜ ͡°)"

"No GCPD at Pride"

"I no longer live in England but I had my fair share of adventures back in the day. We have always been here and we always will be."

"first kiss here, tasted like waffles"

"Hey Lex I can be your sugar baby i mean henchman"

"I can run from Keystone to Bludhaven in five seconds flat but it doesn't matter because he'll never see me the way I see him"

"I transed the fish. Signed, an Atlantean"

"Wanna match butts?"

[slvthrs]

How about Reader teasing vinnie all day 🤭

i wanna tease vin so bad 😞

┆.° ♡ — NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You wake up with a mischievous glint in your eye, knowing that today is the perfect day to tease your boyfriend Vinnie. As soon as he rolls over, you're already up and about, ready to start your playful antics.

You start off by giving him a wink and a kiss on his neck, knowing that it will get him all flustered. As you make breakfast, you can't help but sneak in a few suggestive comments, making sure to brush up against him just a little too close.

As you both get ready for the day, you playfully tease him about his outfit, telling him that he looks cute but could use a little bit of sprucing up. You suggest that he try on a few different shirts, just so you can admire his toned body, running your hands up his abs and dragging them down so slowly that he starts to shift under your touch.

Throughout the day, you keep up the teasing, making sure to keep Vinnie on his toes. You playfully flirt with him in public, giggling as he blushes and tries to play it cool. You whisper suggestive things in his ear, causing him to squirm in his seat.

Later on while he's streaming, you send him flirty text messages, telling him how much you miss him even though you're sitting right next to him off camera. You playfully nibble on his ear when you're sitting on the couch watching TV, and you tickle him until he begs you to stop.

He can't resist your teasing any longer, and he pulls you close for a kiss. You grin and wrap your arms around him, knowing that you've successfully teased your way into his heart once again.

By the time evening rolls around, Vinnie is a bundle of nerves, not knowing what to expect next. You lead him on a wild goose chase, teasing him with tantalizing hints of what's to come. Finally, you lead him to your shared bedroom, where you pull him close and swerve his mouth, instead, hugging him tight letting your hands place feather light touches of affection all over him.

He can't resist your teasing any longer, and he pulls you close for a kiss. You grin and wrap your arms around him, as he swings his leg over you, and now he's on top of you pinning your hands to the side of your head.

"Dumb girl can't ever just be good huh?" He continues, "Gotta make everything a game and make me work for it"

His kisses start to heat up as your bodies start to grind up on each other in sync, his hips ruck against yours as he pushes you further into the mattress, keeping you in your place.

His kiss start to travel downwards as his hands free your for a moment to take of your shirt and then strip off your bra.

His right hand rests at the base of your neck applying a small amount of pressure, just enough to get you going but not enough to make you pass out.

His left hand is on your waist pushing you further into the bed as his mouth latches on to your right nipple and sucks as your back arches into him and before you get used to it, his switches to the other one.

Now his on your hips decides to dip down your skirt into your folds as they run along your clit electrifying you for a moment as you jerk up and then as he giggles along your chest, his hands retreat instead going back to your folds and just making figure 8's on them.

"God you feel so good, just fucking wish you weren't so much of a brat." He states as his hand skirts back up to clit.

The pressure of his hand on your neck, with his kisses all along your chest and now the stimulation of your clit is gonna ruin you and he knows it.

Your moans get higher and breathy, your thighs struggle to stay open and your hands are scratching all over his back whilst and pulling and tugging on his hair like a needy bitch.

"Oh baby are ya' close?" He asks with fake niceness bleeding in his tone

All you can do is moan and he knows exactly what you mean.

His hands continue their motion as your orgasm finally approaches and when it's almost there, your back arches into his touch as you pull him up for a kiss and hook your hands around his neck.

He keeps going until-

And then he fucking stops.

He gets up, fixing his clothes and hair and then standing up waiting for you to do the same.

You sit their dumbfounded until a slap lands on your thigh from Vinnie,

"C'mon pretty, you seriously think I was gonna let you cum after all that? God maybe you are dumb huh? Get up we're just starting to have fun."

[ryuichirou]

I wanna start with I love your blog sm and I’m not trying to jump on the train, in fact I don’t even mind if you just read this and don’t post or even just delete after you read, but I know where the “Rook gaslighter” thing comes from and wanted to explain (I also just LOVE talking about rook even if its negative). Im not explaining to change your mind but rather to inform!! Because I love spending hours analyzing the characters, pls don’t stop drawing rook!! Ever!!

ANYWAYS now that “please don’t hate me I have to uncontrollably explain everything about my favorite character(s) the second someone doesn’t know about one small detail 😭” is over, I will explain! During Vil’s lab wear vignette, Rook asks Vil when he’s going to start his new diet. Vil, confused, is like what??? Tf?? And rook is like “yeah :D you have put on 3 pounds exactly :)”. Vil is lowkey like wtf Rook I haven’t noticed shit and rook is like “okayyy but who do you believe? Me or literally anyone else?” And vil is like “yeah you’re right, I’ll adjust my diet, thank you rook”.

The ‘issue’ with the “rook is a gaslighter” is it’s SOLELY a fandom thing (and maybe with other characters, but still, like. Vil is a world class model he CANT put on weight like a normal person could because it’ll unfortunately affect his career. The beauty world is just like that, irl too. Plus, this is something he wants for himself, even if he admits to hating the diets during his overblot, it’s still a part of who he is). Vil, himself, views rook’s behavior as a helpful thing, he appreciates Rook’s supernaturally keen eye! He might be offended but ultimately he would not have Rook as his vice-prez if he didn’t respect or admire Rook in some way.

I adore the way you draw them together!! The one where vil is like “how dare you! Just because he’s strange doesn’t mean he’s like that!” And rook is behind him with blood on his face, he’s so cute! I recently found another blog that is similar to yours that I also wanted to see if you knew bc they draw rook out the same way you do! @/fadiesismin is so cool and I think you’d love their artwork!!! Also I’m very sorry for the long-winded ask, in my defense, I’m also a Sagittarius. Rook 🫶 Me, xoxoxoxoxo!!

Sagittarius Anon! I’m sorry it took this long to reply.

First of all, thank you for enjoying our stuff and for your support! I am very happy that you like the way we portray RookVil. Their relationship is very interesting and honestly quite nuanced; we don’t usually gravitate towards ships that have this strong of a “they’ve been dating for a while” vibe, but these two are just too charming. Probably because despite them deeply understanding each other and sharing a lot of values and passions, they really aren’t a perfect couple, and we get to see it in moments like the vignette you’ve mentioned, or Rook’s lab wear vignette, or on multiple other occasions. Rook isn’t the perfect boyfriend, in fact, he is quite a menace sometimes without really meaning harm (still, he technically made Vil cry at least once); but there also isn’t another person that would get Vil as deeply as Rook does and support him as well as Rook does. What they have is special, but isn’t perfect at all.

As you already know, we also love talking about characters a lot, so I even though I am late with this reply, I am happy to have an opportunity to talk about these two and Rook specifically. So thank you for sending this ask and waiting!

I’ve seen this vignette being used as an example of Rook being gaslighting/manipulative before, and to be honest, I don’t really get this argument. I understand that the reasoning is usually that Rook sounds similar to a man that lies to his girlfriend about her being fat because he wants her to be even skinnier or just to be an asshole about it, but here is the thing: this isn’t what Rook is doing though. Gaslighter always has ulterior motive behind their manipulations, even if it’s just to mess with someone else’s head for fun or to control this person. But with Rook (both in this vignette and in general), what you see is what you get: the man is brutally honest, sometimes even too honest. Vil himself is very aware of that and has mentioned it multiple times.

It’s just like you said! Vil never lets anyone forget that his looks are important to him (both because of his own standards and because he is a model), so of course Rook would comment on something that he noticed. This is the foundation of their relationship: Rook gives Vil his feedback because Rook sees things that other people don’t. Does it mean that this feedback is always 100% necessary and Vil should change things according to how Rook critiques him? Of course not. Maybe sometimes it would be better for Vil to just take it easy and relax instead of perfecting every single thing, but this isn’t what Vil wants for himself: he doesn’t want to be pampered, he wants to be appreciated for his hard work. Rook enables Vil’s perfectionism, but don’t forget that Rook is that force in Vil’s life that doesn’t let him forget what he is doing all that for (I’ve talked about Rook being protective of Vil’s “beauty” = love for art here). Vil having a toned body is something that Rook enjoys, but this is mainly something that Vil wants himself; I kind of think that as long as Vil’s passionate and unapologetic about things that he does, Rook would find beauty in him no matter how he looks. Remember him at the end of ch6 after Vil’s grandpafication? Yeah exactly.

Alright, I digress. The point I am trying to make is that Rook is very direct with Vil, sometimes even too direct, and this is the opposite of gaslighting. Even when he suggests things “lightly”, he is still upfront about them: he doesn’t try to plant any ideas in Vil’s head.

Rook sounds and acts like a jerk sometimes, but he means well, and it’s not an excuse, just a fact. In Rook’s head, Vil always takes his direct remarks and observations very well, what’s so different this time? Even if you’ve been with someone for years, fuckups are unavoidable, especially for someone who has problems with tact.

To reiterate: could this scene be triggering or upsetting? Absolutely. Are there people who comment on other’s weight to make them insecure or make them doubt themselves? Absolutely. Is this what Rook does? Absolutely not. It just isn’t true to his character: he wouldn’t gain anything if Vil started doubting himself, in fact, he would have hated it. He doesn’t want Vil to be insecure or unsure, this is literally what he confronted him about at the end of Ch5. He also doesn’t need to do anything for Vil to trust him more than others: Vil already does. When he was saying that he knew better than anyone or anything else, he stated the truth, and this is what so fucked up about Rook: he really does know better.

It’s very important to remember that these characters have their own circumstances and their own writing, and we are fucking blessed to have a cast of characters this interesting and complex.

By the way, I am saying all of this as someone who wouldn’t mind Rook being a gaslighter and could see fanon scenarios where it could work, but those need to be very well-written not to ruin his character, because honesty is an integral part of Rook Hunt. For better or worse.

Also, I know you haven’t mentioned Jade, Anon, but since this entire discussion started with comparing the two, I wanted to note that Jade’s Dorm Uniform vignette exists. Vil literally looked at him man and decided not to trust him for one moment, even scolded Rook for even humouring the idea that Jade was telling the truth. And this is just one instance; we are constantly being reminded by everyone in cast about the fact that Jade is shady and we shouldn’t take seriously the majority of things that he says (pretty much verbatim to what Floyd said about him in the Playful Land event). Jade doesn’t care about honesty, he doesn’t care about lying either: all he cares about is what to say to make the others react in the most interesting way possible. He loves messing with people, and the world is his playground….

(I am also pretty sure that he comments on Azul’s diet; this has nothing to do with gaslighting either, just thought I’d mention that since we’re talking about this)

Anyways, thank you again for your ask, Anon! I hope this wasn’t an exhausting read. I always feel like I haven’t said everything that I wanted to say, but fortunately I still have tons of replies to write, so I’ll have my chance..! Probably.

PS. @/fadiesismin’s works are very good!!

[rrenzwrld]

golden retriever bsf connie + alt black reader hcs that just make sense to me bc he has a painfully obvious crush on you

this been heavy on my mind so i just wanted to share it w whoever

i think this is the cutest concept so don’t be surprised if you see me post something else like this

i was inspired by what raven and beast boy have and was like ‘wait…🤔’ but i hope yall get the vision.. enjoy!

— he spoke to you first bc he liked your style. he had unique style as well so he was immediately drawn to you bc he related to you

— he was full of a lot of energy so it took a while for you to get used to being friends w him

— but you’re so fucking cool to him.. he wanna be like you when he grow up 🤭

— he’s grown to develop a really strong crush on you bc you’re so cool and fun to be around even though your rbf might scare ppl away

— he’s super super flirtatious when it comes to you. he doesn’t hide his admiration for you at all even when you think he’s joking bc you’re “just friends”

— (everyone knows that’s bs and they all have a bet on when yall will officially get together)

— he picks you up from work on the weekdays after school when he doesn’t have basketball practice and sometimes he’ll take you to work on the weekends

— compliments! he gives you so many compliments

— he loves when you wear your long dresses, jean skirts, and your cute lil platform boots and how you do your eyeliner (he likes to tease you on how the shoes make you look taller)

— he’ll even ask if he can put his head down in your lap so you can do his eyeliner all cool and graphic like yours... but he really be wanting to look up at those pretty eyes as you concentrate

— a lot of “fuck she’s hot…” going through his brain at various times but you wouldn’t know that bc you too busy blastin your loud ass paramore through your headphones

— you don’t know how much this man be wanting to kiss you. especially when you hit him with the lip combos

— you might even have some early 2000s punk/rock playing faintly in the background while you guys have your lil moment

— you’re the best thing to ever happen to him and he’d give anything for a chance to be yours fr 🩷

[dasketcherz]

do you have any dad michael son gregory headcanons because your art for them is genuinely so so cool like omg… it all looks so good they are so cute in your style

OH MY GOD I'M GLAD YOU ASKED HOLLUP [PULLS UP MY DAD MIKE/SON GREG HC LIST]

greg absolutely secretly looks up to mike's skill set as an artist. he loves to watch him doodle, mike is the type who'd feel conscious when someone watches him draw but,,, he grew to not mind and got use to greg watchin him draw. he can tell the kid is observing and absorbing what he can learn from simply watching him do art.

^^^ with that in mind, Mike often does catch Greg drawing too, when the lil guy is very proud of his work, he shows it off to him. Mike is very encouraging that he keeps up at it cuz he genuinely thinks the kid is doing great.

^^^ As i established in the previous ask, Greg loves to give art gifts to ppl he cares about. He does the same for Mike, especially in special occasions like father's day, or his birthday and whatnot. Mike displays them either in his room or by the fridge, he is very proud of his son's creative efforts!

Mike is not the best cook out there, you can hardly entrust the kitchen to him without him setting it on fire but he tries his best to do a decent job at making pulled pork recipes ever since he found out it's Greg's favorite.

Greg loves to collect all sorts of cute and silly plushies, anytime he spots any when they stroll across a shop or smth he's so ready to persuade Mike to let em buy it for him. It doesnt take a lot of effort to really, all he has to do is stare up at mike with puppy eyes and Mike knows the drill, he sighs and then painfully pulls out his wallet every time. it's worth it tho, it's for the kid

It's always like a russian roulette who wakes up earlier than who in the morning. Sometimes its Mike, sometimes its Greg. Mike usually preps breakfast, well...as best as he could perform the basics. He's shown the ropes to Greg at some point cuz even tho Greg's a kid, Mike acknowledges that he's capable. Greg's a fast learner, if he does a specific task so often enough, he gets good at it eventually. Its a lil funny tho cuz Greg almost does breakfast better than Mike at times. Greg has some fun making Mike's morning coffee for him, he appreciates it a lot. He thinks it's really sweet, he always affectionately ruffle Greg's morning bed hair as a gesture of thanks.

They have a swear jar in the household. No further elaboration needed i think.

Mike drives a motorcycle bike that used to be owned by his mom. Every time he tells Greg he's headin off somewhere for a quick errand, the lil guy insist he wanna come along solely cuz he wanna ride the bike as well. He enjoys being on the bike, he thinks its hella cool and he feels like flyin, he has to always promise Mike he'll behave just so he lets him come too.

They absolutely love movie nights as a hang out time. They both love watching movies, they just have a good time checkin out any film that peaks their interest. Having fun lil discussion bout it during or after watching and all that. Mike is amused when Greg has a lot to say, he just lets the lil guy share his thoughts bout it.

Whenever Mike gets a call that Greg got into another fight at school and it's often cuz other kid bullies got in Greg's nerve [especially if it's them insulting his guardian to his face] or cuz he tried to defend other kids from being bullied, Mike is so ready to throw hands with said kid bully's parents to defend Greg back. Theyre always on each other's side first and foremost.

When one of them catch the other still up in the middle of the night, the instant thought they have is "cant sleep?" presumably cuz the other most likely had another nightmare. It has happened so frequent, they just came to understand that tryin to pass the time doin other things is often the other best thing they can do to doze back to sleep. They had done plenty of things to pass the time at moments like it : be it watch another movie, draw together, just stargaze outside by the front porch etc etc. They appreciate the other for keepin them company. They've grown to try makin sure they never feel so alone anymore the best they can, cuz they arent anymore when they have each other.