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[mental-mario]

My WONDERFUL Diagnoses

Hey friends! I hope you enjoyed reading about my experience in the mental hospital. Next time I will have to get myself thrown into solitary so I can recount what that's like as well! I went for a follow-up with psych the other day, and he threw a couple more diagnoses in my hat. I thought it would be fun, if you humor me for a moment, for me to list my ongoing disorders in alphabetical order!

Feel free to sing along and list yours in the comments!

Antisocial Personality Disorder (except for you fine folks!)

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)

Binge Eating Disorder

Bipolar II ("can't rule out")

Borderline Personality Disorder

Cannabis Use Disorder (not a disorder!)

Major Depressive Disorder

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Oppositional Defiant Disorder

Substance Abuse Disorder

So looks like we're up to 10 and counting! I'm sorry if there's any of you I'm forgetting. I'll be sure to give you a shout out as well!

Now, onto my uber mega important review of SMB Wonder! It's late, but that is because it's far more prestigious than any of these so-called "professional" outfits!

I'm reminded of the phrase "an elephant never forgets," and Elephant Mario (or character of your choice) does indeed make for an unforgettable experience! Yes, this is another positive review, and if you happen to think the game sucks, you're wrong.

I don't think I have heard or seen a negative comment about this game, aside of some complaints about the frequency of the talking flower, but Nintendo did give the option to shut the voice off. For me, it isn't a big deal, and I actually enjoy it for the most part.

It really can't be said enough just how beautiful and vibrant this game is. The art is gorgeous, and the animation blows me away! I particularly love the different animations for entering/exiting the warp pipes, and I also love the attention to small details, such as the use of both hands alternating when throwing fireballs. The various facial expressions throughout the game also really help bring it to life.

If I had to provide any critiques, it would really be nitpicking. I guess maybe if Prince Florian could remind us about 100 more times that we can change badges by pressing R, maybe then I would remember...seriously though, I wouldn't mind having up to 6 players for co-op, some of the Wonder scenes are a bit repetitive, showing practically the same theme of effects in different courses. I might've liked more variety of power-ups, but again, nitpicking. I would also love to change the entire button mapping to suit playing with other controllers, but that's a complaint I have with many Switch games. I mean, why sell the retro controllers and make it so I can't use them?!

I love that the game moves so fluidly, even in multiplayer. I like that the game doesn't hiccup when a player dies, gets hit, or gets a power-up. I love that the game has accessibly easy courses for my kids to play along, but also some legit challenging 4 and 5 star courses for more experienced old grizzled vets like myself (not to mention the secret exits and courses). I also like the star rating system for each course's difficulty. It is also rather funny, and my family and I were hysterical plenty of times throughout the campaign. I think the piranha plant parade deserves its own spin-off!

Finally, I absolutely love the online mode. I wasn't sure how I was going to feel about it, but it really works. It can be toggled on/off with a quick pause of the game, and I think having shadows of other players only added to my experience. I would've liked to see some more emojis to communicate a bit more with others, but I am happy to see that I didn't experience any latency or slow-down with the online play. The heart point system for reviving players, sharing a saved power-up, and reaching the goal concurrently also makes for some nice feels, especially when playing solo late at night and feeling lonely while smashing a full family sized box of Pop Tarts. I regret nothing! I recall having one spot in particular where I was stumped and threw the question mark above my head, and someone else immediately ran over and mimed what I should do. It worked, and that was an awesome feeling! That and having someone else share a power-up with me made me feel like somebody cares and that I'm not alone, and I've actually been able to friend a lot of the players I've encountered!

In conclusion, you couldn't wipe the smile off my face while playing, especially in that first hour that I was playing it for the first time when it dropped at midnight, and putting that smile on faces is exactly what SMB is about. I've heard a lot of comparisons to Mario World. I don't know if I would go that far, but I do recommend playing the game with the SNES controller if you have it. That controller is still the best of all time, but that's for another post!

Please tip your blogger. My psychiatrist is worried about me, and I could use the help! Besides, I have to buy the family a new box of Pop Tarts! And be sure to friend me on Switch so we can play some online races and campaign together as well! I'd love to get a whole party going online. Then I can feel like I've got real friends while also being able to cater to my introverted ways and bounce if I need to! I'll try not to do that to you, though! It would be nice to play with each other for once, instead of the usual playing with myself...

Friend code is: SW - 4419 - 5159 - 3401

[fqiryspit]

hii! for some reason it wont let me ask this on my fic acc,, but could we be moots ? i luv ur work,, my @ is tojisgyaru. ♡♡

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[ptergwen]

hi val can you maybe write something about the reader being dared to kiss peter/tom/arvin (you choose) since her friends knew that she has a big crush on him, but once she did he seems disinterested after which makes her sad, but what she doesn't know was after she kissed him, he practically runs to his friends freaking out that the girl he's had his eyes on this whole time just kissed him??

kiss and tell

w/c: 1.8k

warnings: like one swear and awkwardness

a/n: yeeee i went with peter! this is adorable :,)

“i can’t!” you scold betty and her annoying smirk. you’re bored at lunch, so liz suggested the three of you play truth or dare. you’d made the mistake of choosing dare. in your defense, betty is the nosiest person in all of midtown, so you thought you were dodging the bullet and guarding your deep dark secrets. how could you have known she’d make you do... this?

“that’s so, like, forward. he’s gonna freak out.” you glance over at peter’s table to see what he’s up to before you possibly scar him. he’s laughing along at a heated conversation ned and mj are having. the way his face lights up, and his eyes crinkle as a smile crosses his features, it gives you butterflies throughout your whole body.

“in a good way,” liz grins her most charming grin at you. it’s not working this time. you roll your eyes up to the ceiling. “i thought you liked him,” betty huffs, gesturing over to peter and keeping her eyes on you. “all you do is talk about how he’s so cute and smart, and his lips look so soft-“ “i never said that!” you look at her with wild eyes. liz bites her lip to hold in a laugh. “the last part, i mean,” you clarify in a murmur.

liz puts a hand on you and pats your shoulder knowingly. “you’ve probably thought it, though. i’ve seen you checking them out.” there have been quite a few times your gaze has landed on peter’s lips, watching them curve while he talks to you about some new science theory he’s excited to share. you end up zoning out and pretending you retained any of what he said. betty puckers her own lips at you.

“you wanna kiss him,” she insists in a sing song voice, resting her chin on your other shoulder. “i’m doing you a favor.” “you’re really not gonna change the dare?” you sigh, your friends leaning on you in support. liz taps your cheek. “so, you don’t wanna kiss him?” “there’s no way,” betty comments from your side. “no, i...” you start, focusing in on peter again.

he meets your eyes across the cafeteria. his smile fades slightly, then a shy one is replacing it, ned dragging him into his and mj’s debate. you turn back to liz and betty.

“i do, but do you think he wants me to?” you ask them both, and they share a you have to be kidding look. “only one way to find out.” liz gives your shoulder a nudge. betty beams at you. “i triple dog dare you now, so you have to.” considering your options, you bounce your leg up and down. you’ll either get the nicest rejection ever from peter or a kiss back. you can handle this.

“ok, i’ll do it,” you decide, betty clapping her hands and squealing. liz throws an arm around your neck. “yay! i love love.” “let’s calm down,” you giggle so she doesn’t get too carried away. you and peter haven’t even established that you like each other. “i’m calm, i’m calm. do you need to borrow chapstick?” she offers, betty simultaneously pulling a tube out of her purse. “or lip gloss?”

you’re appreciating their over involvement now.

“both,” you breathe out, letting them get you ready for your big kiss.

liz and betty send you good luck wishes in a hushed tone while you make your way to peter’s table. mj went to get a snapple, and ned went with her so they could continue whatever argument they’re in. that left peter by himself. it’s almost like this is meant to happen.

“hi,” you greet peter, making him look up at you with raised eyebrows. he notices right away that your lips are shiny, more so than usual. a color that you always seem to bring to his face takes over his cheeks. “hey. you wanna sit?” he gives you a small smile. you return it. “yeah, sure. thanks.” instead of taking the bench across from him like he assumed you would, you find your place next to him.

he doesn’t mind.

“how’s your day been?” you wonder, body turned towards him while he answers. peter scrunches his nose. “kinda busy. i got so much homework in spanish tonight, and i’ve been putting off this essay about...” you do the thing you do every time he goes off on a sort of tangent, watch his lips. lucky for you, that’s the whole point today. “i don’t know. all i have so far is the intro-“

you cut peter off with a kiss. liz and betty cheer to each other the second it happens. peter doesn’t move, only freezes up as you press your glossy lips to his and grab his shoulders. it takes a few seconds for you to realize he’s not kissing back. his arms are stiff at his sides, eyes wide in shock. absolutely humiliated, you pull back, moving as far away as you can.

“fuck, i’m sorry. i should’ve asked you first,” you apologize, voice shaking. you’re already getting to your feet. peter blinks a few times, grounding himself back in the moment. “no, no. it’s okay. i-“ “that was weird, i know. you don’t have to lie or make me feel better.” he furrows his eyebrows, in a way that seems regretful even though you’re the one who messed up. “i’m trying to tell you, y/n. it’s fine. we-“

ned’s voice fills the room, making you snap your head in his direction. him and mj are coming back. you need to get out of here before you embarrass yourself even more.

“i’m gonna go. i’m sorry,” you mumble out, running back to your table, where liz and betty are instantly asking what’s wrong and if you’re alright. peter licks his lips that are now coated in your gloss and clenches his jaw. he’s pissed. not at you, at himself. it’s clear because mj brings attention to it when she sits down.

“what’s up with your face?” she narrows her eyes at him, popping the cap on her snapple. ned elbows peter in his spot next to him. you were just there less than a minute ago. “you okay, dude?” he checks. “no.” peter closes his eyes in frustration. “what’s wrong?” ned kicks mj’s foot under the table so she’ll stop making out with her drink and help him.

“i... y/n kissed me,” peter admits, sounding oddly upset about something everyone knows he’s been hoping would happen. “she what?” ned gawks. “isn’t that a good thing?” mj points out. “you love her.” “like her,” peter corrects and chews the inside of his cheek. “whatever. shouldn’t you want her to kiss you?” she takes another sip of snapple, passing this off to ned.

“yeah...” is all ned says. he awkwardly rubs peter’s back while mj tries not to snort. “that’s not the problem. i didn’t kiss her back, and she took it as me not being into it,” peter shakes his head as he recounts your weird moment. “which i was,” he tells them for the record. ned makes a funny face at him. “so why didn’t you kiss back?” “no shit she ran away,” mj mutters to him. she saw that part.

“because i wasn’t expecting it!” peter frowns at his friends’ reactions and at what he did. “you guys know how much i like y/n. i can’t believe i screwed this up so bad.” mj squints in mock confusion. “i can.” she quickly drops her sarcasm for encouragement after that. “ok, seriously. just go find her and apologize.” “maybe kiss her this time,” ned chimes in.

“if she really likes you, she’ll get it.” mj smiles genuinely, nodding back at your table. ned gives him a push forward. “you got this, dude. come tell us all about it after.” a rush of confidence enters peter from their advice. he’ll fix this. “thanks, guys. here i go.” he shoots up from the table, ned and mj getting back into their debate once he’s out of sight.

betty is hugging you way too tightly when peter gets over there. she goes on about how much peter sucks, overcompensating because she’s the reason you kissed him. you only hum in response. you don’t have the heart to tell her you blame yourself. only liz notices peter come over, so she talks on your behalf. “oh, hey,” she says drily. “hey. can i talk to y/n?” peter gets out, twiddling with his thumbs nervously.

she has to decide if she’d rather go into protective friend mode or let him. from your unenthusiastic responses to betty’s hate rant, she figures you’d like to hear him out.

“come on, betty,” liz takes her arm suddenly, betty trying to pull it back. “what? why?” “i’m gonna buy you ice cream. let’s go.” that’s her cover. peter shoots her a look that says thank you, liz pressing her lips into a line and dragging betty along. betty sees peter standing in front of your table and glares at him, liz walking faster. you don’t get the chance to ask them where they’re going because they leave so fast.

the bench dips down on one side of you, making someone’s prescense known. you’re surprised to find it’s peter. you talk first.

“if you’re gonna apologize, don’t. it was my fault-“ “you never let me finish earlier,” peter interrupts, the hint of a smile on his face. his clammy hand links with one of yours. “what were you gonna say?” you ask quietly, peter threading your fingers together. your heart is racing at the simple touch. “that i like you,” he replies at the same low volume. “and, that i wanted to try again.”

he’s sitting a lot closer to you than you realized. you welcome it, your hands in between you two on the bench. “i like you too... try what again?” you question, although you hope and pray it’s what you think. “kissing,” peter says what you were hoping and praying for. “wasn’t ready the first time.” you’re about to go into cardiac arrest as he rests his forehead on yours, curls brushing your face. a few broken up breaths escape him.

“can i?” he nearly whispers, warm hand still gripping at yours. “yeah,” you agree before your eyes flutter shut. he wastes no time, parting his lips and brushing them against yours gently, you reciprocating. he kisses as sweetly as he is, his free hand on your cheek and fingers careessing your skin. your other hand ends up on the back of his neck. you grin against him, lips detaching momentarily so you can engage him in another kiss.

peter doesn’t hesitate to kiss back this time, nose nudging yours as he moves in more. you tug on some hair at the nape of his neck and laugh into the kiss, reminding him you’re in school. he pulls back with a chuckle, but keeps his forehead on yours and your hands in each other.

“sorry. got too excited,” he laughs out, you leaning into his open palm. “i told you don’t apologize.”

liz and betty joined ned and mj at some point. the four of them are whistling at you and yelling out suggestive jokes. they’re too much. but, to be fair, you owe this all to them.

[quellmythirst]

Going up Part 3

Summary: Some things are cleared up, only for more quesitons to pop up.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Neighbour!Billy Russo

Words 2.3k

AN: Where do I even start? There is about 6 versions of just this chapter, It took me way to long to decide on who was actually going to be there, I hope you liked what I decided on.

--Y/N--

You hadn't seen Billy for a few days after your girls night with Bucky, the first of many in your new apartment hopefully. It had been nice having Buck over to move things around like he had promised to do weeks ago. You were embarrassed how he had behaved in front of Billy though. Maybe he was avoiding you? Or maybe just busy at work? What did he even do for work? Couldn't be anything bad, you knew Tony wouldn't have let you even step foot in the building if a threat was residing on one of the floors above.

Today was your day off and you planned on heading back to the tower, you had lots of annoying things to be doing. Not to mention Peter had asked you to show him how some of the systems worked. Something about needing privacy in his room? You definitely weren't going to use a 16 yr old kids Id to lurk after your neighbour.

Picking up the bottles of wine that you and Bucky had gone through, mostly you really. You had hoped Thor would make it, but he was off world. Some Asgardian business or something. He left you to the mercy of the super soldier. You knew he couldn't get drunk but what was a girls night without booze? Boring, that's what. At least Thor would've gotten wasted with you. Clearing away the rubbish Bucky's words turning over in your head for the last few days, "he likes you, look at him. He looks like he wants to shoot me," Asshole, he has been teasing you about your little crush on your neighbour for two weeks now. The teasing only got worse when he met Billy. But you knew Billy could barely stand to be around you, he was probably just staring at Bucky. After all it's not everyday you get to meet a super soldier.

You were sure Billy had heard him tell you to just go jump him. Subtly was not his strong suit, he didn't really talk much, but god when he did was he annoying. You hoped that when you jabbed him in the ribs, hopefully covering his comment with his cry of pain. Asshole. By your third bottle he had nearly convinced you to march up to Billy's apartment and throw yourself at him. It was only then that it dawned on you that you didn't even know which floor he was on. That was the other thing Pete was going to help with, or rather Pete's Id.

Placing your laptop firmly in its case, you smoothed out your blouse, locking the door behind you and headed towards the lift. Pulling on the strap of your bag and pressing the down button. The door opens and low and behold the man you were just thinking about is waiting for you inside.

"Umm.. hi," you say, worried that things may be awkward now after Bucky spilled the beans about your crush on him. But all he does is step back and allow you to enter.

"Hey, how was your date the other night?" He asks. Date? What date? Surely he doesn't mean..

"Bucky?" You laugh, at the craziness of that. You and Bucky? The thought made you cringe, sure he was nice enough and he was OK looking. The weird as fuck look that Billy was giving you confirmed that that's what he thought, oh no. "Me and Buck? Ew, dudes like 200 years old," You scoff at the idea and you see Billy's chest deflate like he was holding his breath., "I'm to busy with work to have time for dates anyway," you say sadly. It was true, SHIELD was a lifestyle. A lifestyle that made it hard to even have free time to meet anyone. Not to mention the only person you had been interested in months seemed to hate you. His eyes scrutinize you, for some fucking reason. What is his problem? Why would he care if you were on a date anyway? Was he worried about germs on the walls? Like your some uncontrollable animal who-

The elevator stops, but your on the 3rd floor. You both stare as a large family encroaches on your space, shoving the two of you into the back corner. Your bodies pressed together. Heat rises in your chest and you pray that he can't see the look on your face. Billy looks down at you, you stare back. A small innocent smile gracing your lips, his hand landing on the flat of your back as he holds you close and away from the falling arms of the family's heated discussion. Neither of you says anything, but you see a question hiding just behind his eyes and feel one bubbling up inside you.

The lift opens and the family piles out of the lift, the crowd all but dragging you away. You feel the loss of his large hand and the warmth it held on your back gone in an instant. You keep walking, hoping he doesn't notice the heat creeping through your veins and making your legs wobble. Peeking back behind you to give him a wave goodbye and you see that he is still in the elevator. His hand adjusting the length of his jacket, when he looks up he gives you a small wave. You think maybe you should ask him on a date, but when your phone rings with another emergency your pulled onto the street and into a taxi.

--Billy--

He spent the whole of yesterday and last night contemplating. So, the hipster you brought home wasn't a date, a friend. He wondered just how close you were. Bucky had seemed awfully taken with you, his hands were all over you. What kind of name even was Bucky? A stupid one, he decided.

Laying back on his couch, he put off getting up. He had an appointment quite early this morning, but he hadn't slept. His thoughts full of the way you had pressed against him in that elevator. You hadn't flinched when his hand moved onto your back, your small frame pressed into his. It would've been so easy to dip his hand lower, spin you around and press you between the wall and himself. His self control was being tested and he was proud that he somehow managed to contain it.

It would have been the perfect time to ask you on a date, except for the fact you told him you didn't date. His mind whirled as he tried to figure out what job a young 20 something woman could have that would keep her so busy she had no time for a social life. No time for him. His alarm buzzed he knew he had to get going, this meeting was to important to miss.

He was surprised to see you when the doors opened. He had never seen you out this early, but here you were. Looking like you had just rolled out of bed, duffle bag hanging over your shoulder. A pair of moss green tights cling to your legs leaving nothing to his imagination and fuck was his imagination running wild. Instead he focused on the coffee in your hand. Fuck. He wanted to know what you looked like first thing on the morning. He imagined you groggy with sleep as you gave him a half conscious smile, while his arms held your body to his. Shit, he could not get hard in the lift again. He was fairly certain you didn't notice the other day, but he couldn't risk it happening again.

He was surprised, looking behind you when he heard a woman call your name. Her voice echoing through the hall the beautiful woman chased after you, the tip of her heels clicking on the tiles hard. His eyes darting to you from the woman, you seemed to be ignoring her. His mind reeling when a stray thought was brought to the surface. Just because you didn't date, didn't mean you were lonely.

"Good morning Billy," you grumbled, taking a sip of your coffee as this woman stepped in beside you. You didn't even look up at her. Instead opting to stare at the ground, your eyes blinking with tiredness. Maybe if he was quick he could carry you back to the bed you so obviously wanted to be back in.

"Hey," was all he said, hoping that you would at least look up at him. He wanted to see your smile, needed to the sparkle in your eyes. But this woman seemed to overwhelm you, her straight posture and intimidating manner a juxtaposition to your slouch and sleepy look.

"Stonewall, aren't you going to introduce me?" She said, looking down her nose at you. Billy imagined himself doing the same, but from a much more precarious position.

"Of course ma'am," you said straightening your back, giving the woman a lazy salute. You're drowsy eyes looking up at him for the first time, "Billy this is my Boss, Natasha and Nat," you said as she held out her hand to shake his, "This is-" you were cut off, Nat taking his hand, "I know who he is," she glared at him and he felt uneasy. He watched her face change, the stern scary look replaced by a placating smile. He stood still as she leaned forward, her cheek grazing his, her voice low in his ear, "I know who you are, keep your hand's off," She threatened in a sing song voice before pulling away and laughing, "Pleasure to meet you," she said and he was fucking confused. What was her problem? He hadn't even met this woman before. Could she read his thoughts? Where you actually sleeping with your boss? Maybe, maybe you had a thing for people in power? He sure hoped so.

"Pleasure," he said through gritted teeth. His eyes taking in her muscular form, his brain whirling at just how he would dispatch of her. A sharp bullet between the eyes from a great distance, he decided. Though given her threat he figured it best to wait. What surprised him the most was how fast her demeanor changed.

"Got everything ready for today?" She asked you, taking out her phone.. Your tiny little fingers barely holding yours, he wanted to know how they would feel, what big his cock would look like with them wrapped around it. As if sensing his thoughts the woman turned around and glared at him while you where busy looking something up, before turning back to you and smiling.

"Yep, all set. Should be all ready when we get there," you say confidently, tapping away at your phone. You've got your phone out he thinks, he should just ask for your number, his foot moves slightly, ready to step up and ask when this fuckin woman steps between you. Seriously, what is her problem?

"That's our girl," Nat said, you gave her a proud smile. If you just turned a little bit maybe he could imagine it was for him. Maybe Billy was reading to much into this, but was she actively trying to keep you from him? It wasn't until he stepped back that she moved to her original position beside you.

"I hear that movie you like is playing for the next few weeks,"

"Yeh, shame I got no-one to go with," you say and he catches your eye and you give him a small smile, before this fucking woman draws your attention away again.

"I'll come with you," the woman offers and something in his mind does a double take. He should've asked you sooner, if only this woman hadn't beaten him to the punch he could've asked you himself.

"As if, you hate black and white films almost as much as Wilson," you retort, leaning back and looking at Billy in small glances. Why were you looking at him like that?

"You should ask Bucky, he loves all that old timey shit," she says, Maybe, this woman was just a friend? Even if she had the aura of a dominatrix. She pulled you in by the shoulder and planted a soft kiss on your head. He saw red, the only thing keeping him still was you. He wasn't about to just go murder hobo right in front of you. No, he'd save that for later.

"Where you guys off to?" He asks, needing the distraction, something to keep the sight of her lips on your skin out of his brain. Maybe if you told him where you were going he'd be able to find out some more things about you.

"That's classified," Natasha said, turning around to address him and giving him a another sly smile she pulled you just a little closer. What happened next surprised him, you shrugged her off. Stepping forward toward the door and throwing a glare at her. When the door opened you strutted out, flipping the bird at Nat before looking over you at him. You gave him the sweetest smile before taking a sip of your coffee and walking out. Natasha calling to you and chasing along behind you. He could see through the glass door of the foyer a SUV full of people and that fucking hipster smiling at you out of the window, his arm hanging out while he waved at you.

What the fuck was that? He thought, why would you just shrug your friend from you? Maybe she was just your boss trying to use her power to get you to go out with her? Or was she trying to set you up with the fucking hipster? Where could you possibly work to be surrounded by all these attractive people that you're immune to him? He didn't know, but he was going to find out.

Part 4

Tags:

@sirius-is-hot @eliwinchester-barnes @hscot94 @fictional-hooman

[btsxmalereaders]

☆ Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you!

♡ pairing — bang chan x male reader

> genre — fluff | f2l

> word count — 4.3k I don't know how this happened

> summary — chan realises he likes you by not being able to use pickup lines on you

> a/n — i saw a tiktok where chan says he's gonna use a pickup line on felix and my love-deprived self ended up writing this lol i hope you all like it

| 05282021

| Please keep making more whosfan accounts and keep streaming WOLFGANG on the correct platforms!

"Hey, how you doin'?" Chan casually says as he enters the kitchen, trying not to grin and start giggling right away. He even places his hands over the table and tilts his head a little in an attempt to look confident. Felix takes his attention away from the food he is cooking and turns on his feet to look at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Good?" He answers with an air of suspicion. "Why?"

Chan finally lets out a small giggle, "Oh nothing, I was just thinking that... I am not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together."

And Felix thinks it's a creative pickup line, funny even, but what ends up making him laugh is the way his best friend bends over to start laughing louder and the way his cheeks turn reddish at the embarrassment he's probably feeling.

"That was a good one, I must say," He chuckles. "Not as great as the Optimus Fine one, though. Even if it made you laugh for ten minutes after you said it."

And Chan can only laugh harder at the remembrance, placing his hands over his slightly aching abdomen and gasp for air when he can't handle it anymore. Felix giggles as well and denies with his head, going back to stir what's on the pot.

"Stays keep getting creative when it comes to flirting with you," He speaks again as the laughter finally dies down. "They probably think you might use it on someone you like, and you're here almost crying because you use them on us."

Chan hums, "Well, I don't really like anyone right now."

Felix turns off the stove and makes a -dramatic- pause, turning again to face Chan as he gets closer and squints his eyes. "I don't believe it."

"What?" Chan laughs. "Why would I lie?"

"I don't know, but I don't buy it. Maybe it's the love songs you have as drafts in your laptop."

"Ah, that doesn't mean I'm in love," He explains and takes a seat in front of him, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "That's why they're still drafts, though. They don't convey the feeling of being in love because I am not in love, you know?"

"Good point, but it still doesn't convince me."

"Why?" He asks again with a chuckle, a little embarrassed by the sudden interest in his - nonexistent - love life. "You know our activities barely give us time for ourselves, so it's almost impossible to have a relationship with someone. At least a formal one."

"You can still like someone and not be with them." Felix shrugs. "So spill it. Who is it?"

And Chan knows he's just messing around with him, but he can't help but feel flustered. "No one! I think so." He almost says it in a whisper; however, Felix doesn't comment on it.

"I still want to listen to those drafts," He stands up and smiles. "Why don't you show me?"

This was not the way Chan expected the conversation to go, so he hesitates a bit about his friend's request. Well, it wasn't unusual anyway, at least Changbin had heard a couple and also helped in the composition of the songs, so having someone else hear them wouldn't hurt. He might even listen to ideas on his part to improve them.

"Okay, I can do that. Next week Y/N will come to the studio and work on something, why don't you pop-up at some point and I can show you?"

Felix nods, "Sounds good! Y/N asked for help for his new album?"

"Yeah, he wants me to listen to some tracks he has been working on." He casually comments, taking his phone from his pocket and leading his attention to the device, so now Felix can't see the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Hm, I haven't seen him in a while. Why hasn't he come to the dorm lately? We should invite him."

"He has been busy with his album, that's why. If you think I leave late from the studio, that's nothing compared to him, he truly spends an ungodly amount of time there."

"So you see him often?" Felix asks with sudden interest, now being aware of how Chan's ears are tinted pink.

"You could say that, yeah. He also spends time on my studio whenever he has the chance. And vice-versa." He shrugs, not finding it odd. You two were really good friends, so it was a normal thing for you to do. "Why?"

"Nothing, I was just curious." He mischievously laughs. "So, next week, you said?"

After a quick glance at the time on your phone, you decide to stand up and stretch your body. It's been a long time since you started working, and you still have a lot to do; and on top of it all, the progress you've made tonight doesn't totally convince you, and that just meant you'd be spending more time in the studio.

As you take your phone again to read your notes, a notification pops up on the top. You weren't supposed to meet up with Chan until later, but in the new message you just received, he tells you that he's free from working on his stuff and you could go earlier if you wanted.

You decide to go; after all, it was nearly impossible for you to concentrate again, and you truly needed to know what does he think about the tracks you sent him a few days ago to finally make an advance. So you grab your laptop after making sure you've saved the changes and the cup of half-drunk coffee, walking out to the long hall and taking the elevator to an upper floor.

The soles of your shoes are dragged across the floor all the way to the studio's door, where you softly knock a couple of times before remembering you already know the password to enter. Your fingers press the buttons, entering code you know by heart at this point, and the door quickly unlocks, making Chan to look your way and greet you with a smile.

"Hey, how have you been?" He sweetly says, seeing you entering the room and placing your belongings on top of the big desk in front of you and taking a seat on the couch behind him.

"Busy. And tired." You murmur and let out a sigh. Chan immediately plays a song at a low volume and takes seat next to you.

"You're still struggling with the track you told me about?"

You nod as an answer and pout, "I am desperate. It's like, no matter how many times I rewrite the lyrics or change the beats, it still doesn't convince me at all and I hate it."

"I get it," He sighs. "But don't worry about it, I'm here to help you out."

And Chan isn't someone who breaks his promises, so the following hours are spent listening to your music, carefully reading everything you've written so far, listening to your ideas and giving you advice.

In between work, he tells you every other joke to make you laugh and feel at least a bit less stressed; and it works wonderfully since he has a long list of dad jokes that take you off guard, plus his laughter is contagious, so not laughing with him is impossible.

It's no surprise that his advice and opinions are so accurate to the point of clearing your mind and helping you out of your creative block. Chan has always been hard-working and so good with words that every time you engage him in conversations, you feel more relaxed and less burdened. No matter what situation you had a problem with, Chan would always help you find the best solution for it. Maybe that's why you admire him so much, maybe it was one of the many reasons why you didn't hesitate for a second to go to him and find security in his presence and words... Maybe it was one of the thousands of reasons why you had romantic feelings towards him...

"Is it better now?" His voice takes you out of your thoughts. He's sweetly smiling at you; he probably realized you got lost on the way his lips were moving as he told you his thoughts on the recent draft of your song.

"Yeah, yes, honestly, you've helped me so much. I don't know what I'd do without you." You smile and go for a quick hug, taking the opportunity to ruffle his hair. Your fingers sliding between his soft and messy curls and making him fondly smile in the process. "You're my hero. I mean it."

Chan chuckles and can't keep his eyes off you as you type something on your laptop and hum. He recalls the conversation he had last week with Felix, and that ambiguous feeling settling on his chest makes him wonder if, after all, his friend was right. He doesn't remember when was the last time he felt the urge to hold someone in between his arms and dearly appreciate, and he wants to know why he smiles and feels his stomach tickling when he sees you.

Maybe it's because you spend a lot of time with him, a voice inside his head says. But he doesn't feel this way with any other friend.

Maybe it's because you have known him for a long time and you just appreciate him a lot, the voice tries again. Maybe. He finally gives in at the last thought. He'd have to figure it out.

His phone buzzes inside the pocket of his jeans and he takes it, knowing for sure it's a message from Felix.

"Felix is arriving in a few minutes." He murmurs, making you take your eyes off the screen. "He wants to listen to some songs I have, is that okay?"

"Of course, it's your studio, silly." You giggle. "I am almost done with this, so if you're gonna be busy I can go back to m-"

"You can stay, if you want to." He quickly adds. "Plus, he says he wants to see you, you know... He misses you." Chan laughs. He wasn't lying, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted you to stay.

"Okay! Sure, I haven't heard from him in a while, either." You nod and keep making changes on the file you have open.

Just as he said, Felix enters the room just a few minutes later, smiling brightly and immediately running to give you a big hug once he sees you.

Soon, the room was filled with laughter and long conversations to catch up on everything around your lives. Felix tells you about the new pastries he baked last week and that he was waiting for you to come around and bake with him, the new video game Jeongin bought and has been playing with Hyunjin, the new songs Changbin and Jisung have been working on and how Seungmin was learning to play piano, playing songs at night for everyone at the dorm.

"And you know? Chan hyung has gotten better at flirting." He laughs as the latter gives him a threatening glare. "He can't stop saying pickup lines whenever he has the chance."

"Ah, really?" You chortle. "You haven't said one in all the time we've been here."

"Well, we've been working, and I've told you many other jokes... Besides, it's not like I come up with them out of nowhere."

"Yes, you do!" Felix says. "You do that all the time, what are you talking about?"

You glance at Chan, who's currently blushing and at the loss of words. Felix, on the other hand, seems to be happy to see what he just provoked. And he'd definitely enjoy every part of it.

"I want to hear one! C'mooon!" You laugh. "Please?"

Chan rolls his eyes and tries to look confident as he would normally do. He clears his throat and thinks of a good pickup line he hasn't used yet.

"Alright," He says and smiles, he even thinks it's gonna start laughing before even opening his mouth, but the very moment he looks into your eyes, it's like he forgot every single word on his vocabulary. "Uhm, are you, no. Did you-? Wait! I forgot what I was gonna say-"

Felix can't help but burst into laughter, and you only look at him, as if you couldn't believe it. Was he nervous or was it because of the fact that Felix was in the same room? Would it have been any different if he weren't there?

You end up laughing at Felix's loud laughter, as well as seeing Chan blushing up to his ears and hiding his face behind his hands, probably also in an attempt to cover the huge grin he now has.

"Wow, that was an epic failure. And I thought you were the biggest flirt on earth." Felix teases him, to which Chan ends up groaning.

He continues talking about other stuff while Chan stops feeling embarrassed, even though he's not able to look in your eyes for the entire time until you have to go back to work.

You close your laptop and stand up, throwing the now empty cup of coffee on the trash bin. After thanking Chan for his help and promising Felix you'd drop by their dorm soon, you walk out of the studio with a smile and feeling your heart beating fast. There was no way you didn't have feelings for him.

"Oh my god, so I was right!" Felix says a few seconds after you left. Chan's first instinct is to cover his face again. "Look who got nervous so suddenly."

"Stop, I- I don't even want to talk about it." He murmurs, feeling flustered and avoiding Felix's gaze. He types something on his laptop and presses the play button, hoping that this way, his friend would forget about what just happened and could focus solely on the music.

And Felix doesn't talk about it anymore. The next few minutes are set by the music coming out of the speakers; the room filling with Chan's voice, singing the love songs that probably no one else would listen to. Felix seems to be concentrating on the lyrics, but Chan's thoughts are solely about you. As he listens to the songs, he is aware of how his skin bristles every time his hands accidentally touch you, the times when your eyes connect with his and you give him smiles every time it happens, all those times when his heart would race when he hugged you.... It's as if all those songs that professed a love he said he didn't feel, started to make sense.

He feels overwhelmed. Maybe if he was aware of it before, maybe if he listened to his heart instead of his head, this wouldn't be a big revelation to him.

Chan pauses the music, and before Felix can ask what's going on, he speaks up: "Why- why did I do that?"

"Did... what, exactly?" Felix asks, confused.

"The pickup line thing!" He blurts out. "I mean, I do that all the time, right? Why did I just forget how to even talk?"

Felix giggles, "Well, have you considered it's because when you use those pickup lines on us you just do it for laughing? To joke around with us, and with Y/N it's because... I don't know, you have feelings for him and it gets real? Like you're flirting with him."

Makes sense, he thinks. He remains in silence for a moment, processing everything that just happened and finally connecting the dots.

"Wait, you just had your epiphany?" Felix jokes. "It took you too, too long."

"I can barely fall asleep, how was I supposed to know I was falling in love?"

"Fair enough." He says, comprehensive. "Are you telling him?"

"Should I?" Chan's eyes sparkle, but he still feels confused. Should he even try? It's been so long since he last felt this way about someone, and given the circumstances of his life as an idol, he felt more reluctant to take the next step. Even more, considering he had just taken the first one by accepting his feelings a few minutes ago.

"I was right all this time by you being in love," He says. "And I am also sure that it's mutual. I've seen you two for a while, you know? I am surprised you didn't come the realization way earlier than this."

Chan giggles. "Alright, I get it."

"But it's up to you now, I guess. All I know is that you deserve to be happy, and you deserve good things... And Y/N is a great person. You should give yourself an opportunity on love."

Chan feels chills as he hears those words. Tonight's even have been too much for him to process, so he'll think deeply about it later.

"Okay," He nods. "Thanks, Lix. You've been really helpful."

"I know, what would you do without me?" Felix laughs. "Now let's keep listening to the songs, I am loving all of them."

Fortunately, the help Chan gave you really made it possible for you to finish the songs in no time. You are just now walking out of a meeting with your managers and the people in charge of the release of the album to set the final details, and you quickly send a message to Chan to let him know the news.

In the meantime, you drop by your studio to clean up a little and maybe write down some ideas for new songs that have been in your mind for a while. After a few minutes, you hear a knock on the door, snapping you out of your thoughts and then feeling confused. You weren't expecting anyone to come. So you slowly open the door, and a smile spreads across your face the moment you realize it's Chan.

"Oh, hi!" You greet him with a hug, immediately letting him in afterwards. He shyly gets inside, taking a seat on a chair and placing a bag on the small table behind him. "What brings you here? I thought you were still busy with you guys upcoming album."

"It's okay, Changbin is working on his stuff now at the studio, so I took the chance to come here and celebrate with you!" He grins. "Congratulations on making your first self-produced album!"

He starts clapping, making you smile; he truly was the sweetest person you've ever met.

As soon as he read your message he went to the nearby cafeteria and bought your favorite drink and pastries, claiming that it was a special occasion and should be celebrated.

"For all your hard work and the success of this album!" He makes a toast as he raises his cup of tea.

Soon you find yourselves immersed in a long conversation about everything that went into creating this album; from when you had the first idea for the concept, to those sleepless nights when he helped you without hesitation. Chan was definitely an essential part of this whole process, so to be celebrating with him right now felt right. It was how it should be.

"You know," Chan clears his throat as another song starts playing. "These past days I've had this thought in my head, and after talking it out with Felix... I am certain about it. And I want to tell you about it. I know I have to."

You frown, feeling curiosity, especially since his semblance has changed to be a bit more serious. He still has a small smile that gives you some kind of tranquility, but another part of you can't help but feel nervous as he gets a little bit closer.

"Of course, what is it?"

"So, uhm" He starts. "Some weeks ago, when Felix came to the studio and we were talking with you... Well, the reason he came was because he wanted to listen to some love songs I've worked on. And, after listening to all of them I figured out why I didn’t like them. I was sure I wasn't in love. That's why, to me, they all sounded plain and didn’t convey the feeling of love... But then..."

He makes a pause, catching his breath as he feels more and more nervous. He knows for sure his ears and cheeks are red right now, and it's impossible that you haven't noticed it. His hands slightly shake behind the table, anxiously looking for yours, but refraining from doing it because he doesn't know how this was going to end. You don't want to interrupt him, so you give him his time to clear his head and talk again.

"While listening to those songs, the only thought I had in mind was you." He finally confesses, with his gaze now fixed on his lap. "I guess that for a while I didn’t realise that I started to, uhm, catch feelings for you. And, it's okay if you don't feel the same way about me. I just really wanted to let you know because the thought has been on my mind for so long and I needed to let it out."

For a moment, the only thing that can be heard in the room is your voice coming from the speakers along with a sigh from Chan, who still didn’t dare to look up and face you.

"So... what you're saying is..." You speak up, feeling incredibly shy, trying to process the words addressed to you.

"What I am trying to say is that I am in love with you."

And you swear you could start screaming to the top of your lungs right now, but you try your very best to stay calm and finally grab Chan's hands. With that, he looks at you again.

"Channie," You softly say, looking at him in his precious eyes and dearly smiling. You don't even know where to begin, but a voice inside you begs for you to give him a hug. So you open your arms and embrace him tightly, feeling instant comfort and love. "I am so glad you feel this way too. I love you too."

Chan sighs in relief, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer; his nose pressed against the crook of your neck and closes his eyes, melting between your arms and enjoying every single second of that gesture.

"Wait a minute," You say out of nowhere, so he separates a bit from you and tilts his head. "That's why you couldn't even say a sentence when you tried to say a pickup line?"

You laugh when his expression changes to look ashamed, his lips frowned in a pout and his gaze avoiding your eyes again.

"Try again, I'm sure you're good at this." And Chan's head only comes up with the dozens of lines he has read, but seeing you smiling right in front of him and your arms over his shoulders, he can only think how lucky he is. He can't possibly say anything to you. "Alright, let me try instead."

You hum and recall all the pickup lines you've read and have been told before, "Hm, can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll return it."

And you expected Chan to start laughing out loud, instead he starts blushing again and giggling, covering his face as he feels nervous.

"C'mon! Seriously?" You laugh and wait for him to stop being shy.

"You make me nervous, give me time." He excuses himself and laughs some more. "That was a good one, and you know what? You can borrow all the kisses you want, as long as you keep your word and return them."

"See? That's what I'm talking about!"

Chan fondly smiles at you, placing his hand on your head to pet your hair for a moment. You close your eyes as he does it, feeling his soft touch traveling all the way down to your chin. He rests his thumb on your cheek and after a few seconds you decide to open your eyes.

"Can I?" He murmurs as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips.

"You don't even have to ask."

And just as you give him permission, he breaks the distance between you two. He starts carefully, placing his lips against yours in a tender, chaste way, barely there pressure that makes you exhale through your nose as if you had been holding your breath all along. One of his hands still holds you by the waist, so he takes the opportunity to slide it to your lower back, carefully holding you and sending you shivers to your entire body.

You lean forward barely a few millimeters, but it's enough to feel more pressure over your lips. Chan angles his head and traps your bottom lip, tongue trying to dart out of his mouth to taste more of the sweetness of yours. He, however, contains himself and smiles in between the kiss, instead. He was probably gonna be the death of you.

The deep kiss loses intensity as a minute passes by, so you two end up giving smaller kisses and share smiles, your noses constantly touching in skimo kisses. And you think it's perfect; it's way better than what you one day imagined.

Chan can't miss the chance to make you sit on his lap, so now your head rests over his chest. Your fingers fidgeting the hem of his hoodie and shyly longing to intertwine your hands.

"Hey, Y/N?" He grabs your attention and smiles. "Are you a parking ticket?"

You raise an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because you've got fine written all over you." He ends up with a muffled laughter.

"Oh no, what did I just get myself into?" You joke around, this time finally making him burst into a louder laughter. "You just declared war on me about pickup lines, you know?"

"Oh, so you got some lines, too? Can't wait to hear all of them, then."

And for the rest of the day you let yourself be held in between the arms of the person you loved the most. Later you'd find the way to flirt with him and make him feel flustered when he least expects it.

[dumbikawa]

Taking Care of the HQ Boys

GN!Reader | Fluff | Warnings: None

Characters: Suna, Kuroo, Iwaizumi

A/n: I’m such a simp for these boys it’s insane

SUNA

It took Suna a while to get used to the way you never held back when it came to taking care of him. One night, after a particularly rough practice, he’d sluggishly entered the apartment and practically collapsed on top of where you were laying on the couch. Wordlessly, you positioned yourself so that he was resting on your lap with both his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. It was comfortably silent as you ran your fingers through his hair that was still slightly damp from showering at the gym and in no time at all he was softly snoring.

He'd never admit it aloud, but he loved when you took care of him in little ways like that. From the start, he had always insisted on being the big spoon, obsessed with the way your body perfectly molded against his and the satisfaction of knowing you felt safe in his arms. Ever since that night, though, it became a regular thing for you to see him standing, looking at you like a pouty child, from the corner of your eye waiting for you to take the hint that he wanted you to cuddle him. You'd simply open your arms for him to crawl into without even having to look up from your phone.

Today was no exception.

Suna can feel the physical exhaustion down to his bones as he allows the cool water to wash away the sweat and grime he collected over the course of practice. Mentally he feels the same; completely drained in every sense of the word. He can’t even find the energy to thoroughly dry his hair, opting to quickly rub it with a towel before making his way to the bedroom and collapsing on the bed.

“Rin!” you gently scold, placing the book you’d been reading beside you on the bed. “You’re going to ruin your pillow.”

“I don’t care,” he mumbles, eyes remaining shut as he lets out a content sigh. He did care, actually, but his decision was already made and now that he was in bed there was no way he was getting up. He truly meant that, but when he feels you tugging at his hand for him to get up he begrudgingly obliges.

You’re holding your hair dryer and gesturing for him to sit on the floor. It doesn’t seem wise to disobey when you look so determined, so he slides off the bed, giving you full access to his sopping mess of hair.

His eyes flutter closed as the warmth from the hairdryer and the way your fingers are skillfully brushing through his hair begins to pull him towards sleep. Not to mention, in this position he has the perfect opportunity to use your thigh as a pillow and he makes a mental note to have you dry his hair more often. But, sadly, the flow of warm air shuts off and your voice pulls him back to the present.

“C’mon you big baby,” you laugh, watching him groan and throw himself back up on the bed. He shimmies under the covers, but refuses to place his head back on the damp pillow. Instead, he stares at you with sleepy eyes until you’ve positioned yourself so that you can sit comfortably and open your arms for him.

His arms automatically snake around your waist as he buries his head in your side.

“Do I do enough to take care of you?” he asks softly, turning to look up at you with a vulnerability that he doesn't often display so openly.

“Of course, Rin,” you hum, tracing your fingers down his exposed back. He still seems unsure as he pushes his face against your shirt, but his shoulders relax slightly. “I mean it. I like taking care of you, okay? There’s nothing to repay if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Your reassurance falls on deaf ears, though, as you feel his breathing even out and his grip on you loosening.

“I love you, baby,” you whisper, grabbing your book from where you’d set it earlier and relishing in the quiet as you continued to absentmindedly draw designs against Suna's warm skin. 

KUROO

Kuroo closes the apartment door quietly, finally letting his shoulders droop with exhaustion now that he's inside. He slips his bag noiselessly onto the ground and flicks his watch up to check the time. It was well past midnight by the time he actually clocked out of work and, although he wants nothing more than a dual welcome home/goodnight kiss from you, he hopes you’re sound asleep by now.

However, much to his surprise, you’re curled up on the couch with a book and a warm cup of tea, so enthralled in whatever you’re reading that you don't hear him approach. There’s a strong possibility you aren’t even aware of what time it is, completely lost in another world. He tests this theory by walking behind the couch and wrapping his arms around you, chuckling at the way you jump at the sudden contact.

“Welcome home!” you beam once you recover from the small scare. You press a quick kiss to his upturned lips before he walks around to the front so that he can relieve a proper hug.

“Thank you, babe,” he murmurs against your lips, not wanting to pull away from your warmth just yet. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I wanted to wait for you and then I got to this really good part in my book and just...lost track of what time it was.” The way your eyes light up sends a wave of admiration shooting straight through Kuroo’s heart. “How was work? Why did you have to stay so late?”

Kuroo begins walking you through his hectic day, quickly turning the discussion into an irritated rant about having to fix other people’s mistakes and figuring out schedules for upcoming projects. You listen thoughtfully as you migrate towards the kitchen, your boyfriend trailing closely behind.

Soon, there was a cup of hot tea in his hands and the two of you are positioned on the couch with your legs thrown over his lap as he gently massages your calves.

Your eyes never leave his as he talks, nodding along and asking questions every now and then. He didn’t need nor want any sort of advice or words of wisdom. Simply having you listen to him was enough to have him feeling ten times lighter by the time he reached the bottom of his cup.

“Do you want more?” you ask, beginning to stand up. Kuroo doesn’t answer, instead leaning forward and hooking his arm around your waist so that you fall back into his arms.

“More of you, yes,” he says, smiling into your hair. He can practically feel the way your eyes roll as you let out an exasperated groan at his cheesy comment, but the hint of a blush making its way to your cheeks betrays you.

You make the first move to get up, offering a hand out to him. His hand engulfs yours as you pull him towards the bedroom. The bed has new sheets and the laundry is sitting in a basket freshly washed and ready to be folded. A wave of guilt crashes into him, knowing that you also worked today and must’ve come home afterwards and cleaned up.

“Baby, you should’ve gotten some rest,” Kuroo sighs, gesturing to the laundry and neatly made  bed. "I'm certain it was my turn to do the laundry.”

“Yeah, but when you told me you had to work late I figured I’d knock out some chores since I had the time. It’s not like it’s a big deal, Tetsu.” 

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” The words have barely left his lips before he's throwing the covers over the two of you and shutting off the lights. His arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you close to him, relishing in your small giggles. It doesn't take long for you to drift to sleep while Kuroo places soft kisses against your exposed shoulders. He soon follows, matching his breathing with yours and immediately winding down, but until his brain finally shuts off from exhaustion he's thinking of all the ways he's going to show you just how much he appreciates everything you do.

IWAIZUMI

Iwaizumi watches as you begin cooking dinner for the two of you as a quiet pop song plays off your phone. His work day was less than stellar, to put it simply, but watching you dance around the kitchen has already earned the frown from his face and has him smiling like a damn fool.

“Haji!” you exclaim, suddenly noticing the lurking figure from the corner of your eye. He steps out from his hiding place, an amused yet sheepish look on his face as he notices your flustered expression. “Why were you just standing there? Come here and give me a kiss, idiot.” He raises his hands in surrender as he does what you say, letting his lips linger on yours for a moment longer than usual and wrapping his arms around your waist to draw you closer to him.

“Hey, doll,” he murmurs against your skin, resting his face into the crook of your neck. You pull back slightly, ignoring his childlike protests as you do so.

“Are you okay?” you question, eyeing him up and down. Iwaizumi is sure he could get lost in your beautiful eyes that are currently filled with concern. You know him too well, he thinks, as you give him a knowing look. It was still difficult for him to open up about things, especially small things that had bothered him throughout the day. There wasn't a real reason to talk about all the irritating parts of the day because he knows he can handle them himself, or so he claims.

“Y/n, it’s nothing,” he reassures, kissing your nose in an attempt to further prove he’s not bothered. “It was just a very long day, but now I’m back here with you and I couldn’t be happier.” His smooth talking makes it impossible for you to stay mad, but you surely try.

“Alright, well, you know you can talk about it even if it’s ‘nothing.’ In the meantime, stay here and watch the food for a moment while I run you a bath.” Iwaizumi is quick to object, but you’ve already sauntered out of the room and he can hear the faint sound of running water.

It truly did feel nice to be taken care of, he thinks fleetingly as he sinks into the warm water, but it's difficult for him to fully relax when he can hear you bustling around the kitchen. He waits in the bath for a little longer so that you won't bite his head off for how quick he was before changing  into a pair of sweatpants and a comfortable shirt. The sounds of you beginning to set the table echoes down the hallway and he finds himself hoping you'll at least let him help with that.

“You lasted longer in there than I thought," you tease as your boyfriend appears back at your side. "Now go sit down." He opens his mouth to argue, but one look and he finds himself moving towards the table, wondering why you were so intent on doing everything.

“At least let me do the dishes,” he practically pleads, watching you with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude as you bring the warm food over to the table.

“Or, hear me out, we leave the dishes to deal with tomorrow and spend the rest of the night watching movies cuddled up on the couch." He narrows his eyes as he searches through his brain, trying to remember if he'd forgotten an anniversary or birthday because he surely didn't feel as if he deserved this.

As if reading his mind once again you reach out and hold his hand, gently rubbing your thumb in circles against his skin.

"Can't you just let me take care of you? You're constantly going above and beyond for me, so I just thought I'd try and return the favor." Iwaizumi feels his face heat up as you place a kiss against his knuckles like he always does to you. It did feel nice, but he enjoys taking care of you. He never even thinks twice about it. 

"Alright, alright. In that case, you can do the dishes tonight and maybe also get some desert." He can feel your eyes boring into him as if to say, 'Don't push it.' A smile breaks out on his face as he begins digging into the meal you prepared, peppering you with compliments until his plate is clean.

[may-day-voice]

Mother's Day

w/ Izuku Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki & Katsuki Bakugou

please do not repost, but you have permission to reblog :)

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IZUKU MIDORIYA | Potluck Brunch

"Do you think that this is too much?"

"I'm sure it's fine."

Midoriya's smile warmed the chilliest of mornings while the cherry blossoms began to drift in the spring breeze. It was a busy start to the day grocery shopping for a surprise brunch he wanted to make for his mother. That did however include having to wake at four in the morning to peruse through the markets for the freshest ingredients.

You yawned loudly while carrying various shopping bags on hand, eyeing Midoriya carrying the more heavier ingredients with him - mostly the meat.

"Still trying to wake up?" Asked Midoriya.

"Just trying to slip back into my old routine," you explained, nuzzling your nose into your scarf. "I used to clean my equipment every two days at the break of dawn."

"You used to clean your guns?"

"Dismantle and put them back together too. I used to time myself."

You spoke casually and nonchalantly about those memories, recalling that competitive feeling to beat your time again and again. However, you heard nothing from Midoriya, finding that he only stared at you quizzically.

"What? I was... bored," you slowly explained, a little embarrassed about the topic.

"That explains your reaction time," pondered Midoriya, his eyes staring upwards in thought. "Constant practice and muscle memory would only make them second nature to you."

"Are you theorizing now?"

"Hehe, maybe a little."

You grimaced and yet smiled at Midoriya, bumping your hip into his playfully. He was still the observant and analytical man, always putting forward his ingenuity over his Quirk.

Soon, the both of you made your way to his old family home in an apartment complex, taking the elevator up before approaching the very familiar front door to his mother's. After a knock or two, the door opened, revealing a short woman whose eyes upon seeing the both of you, smiled happily.

"Izuku," she greeted, receiving a large hug from Midoriya.

"Nice to see you mum," he spoke, pulling away for you to greet her as well.

"So good to see you Inko," you cooed with a gentle hug. "Hope we haven't disturbed you."

"Oh nonsense, what's all this?" She asked, eyeing all of the bags in hand.

"Happy Mother's Day," cheered Midoriya while he lifted the heavier bags in hand. "We're going to treat you with potluck brunch."

"Izuku had this planned over the last week," you explained with another yawn escaping your throat. "Nothing but the best ingredients."

Inko glanced between yourself and Midoriya, along with all of the ingredients on hand in astonishment, before her eyes pricked with tears. You contemplated whether she was growing upset, however she closed in for another hug, sharing it between the both of you.

"You two work so hard. You didn't need to do this," she cried in happiness. Because of her short height, you glanced at Midoriya who was also standing awkwardly from the hug, finding that smile on his face again.

"We wanted to," he comforted while he gently pulled away, allowing Inko to release her sudden hold before he entered the apartment. "We'll take care of the cooking and cleaning."

"Today is meant for you," you reassured her, following Midoriya with a smile. "You don't lift a finger at all."

"As long as Cutie doesn't grill a cake," he teased from within, causing your shoulders to stiffen from the twang of embarrassment.

"Huh?" uttered Inko in confusion.

"Hey! It was only once!"

SHOUTO TODOROKI | Visiting Hours

Entering into the hospital ward still felt like an odd experience. Already having bypassed the reception desk with ease, Todoroki and yourself brought a few gifts for the occasion, including a small bouquet of Autumn Bellflowers.

"Have your brother and sister visited already?" You asked curiously with the resonant sounds of footsteps filling the halls.

"Natsu visited after work, and Fuyumi spent the day with Mum yesterday," bluntly replied Todoroki.

"That's good."

Todoroki eyed a smile on your lips, the both of you walking side by side while he smiled to himself. He cherished these little stares he could steal to see you happy next to him, hoping for you to slowly become more ingrained in his life now that you were engaged.

"What?" You uttered, catching his eye on you.

"Nothing," he replied, still with a warm smile.

Soon, Room 315 was in sight before Todoroki knocked on the door, opening it for you to enter first. You spotted his mother by the window, enjoying the gifts that were brought over the past day until her tired yet calm eyes spotted you by the door.

"Welcome," she greeted, walking up to you with open arms and hugging you. That was unexpected. You quipped in surprise, before she gently released you to turn to her son.

"Hello Mum," cooly greeted Todoroki.

"Please sit," invited Rei, pulling you gently by the arm to seat you by the dining table while Todoroki placed the bouquet of flowers elsewhere. Though the tug of Rei's hands were gentle, it held purpose. You felt it in her grip, in the tiny fingertips while she pulled you into the room.

Something wasn't odd, but it was different.

"How are you both?" She asked with delight.

"Aside from work, we've been doing fine," replied Todoroki.

"Yeah, there's been a hiccup, but nothing that we couldn't handle with some old friends," you added with a smile.

"I've seen the news," started Rei, her eyes dulling a little from her thoughts. "That man that is causing a mess, there's no sign of him?"

You turned to Todoroki, catching his eye once more before he joined the table, calmly holding onto his mother's hands.

"The Commission's got eyes on him. We'll find him soon," he reassured, receiving a calm

smile from his mother. "How are you going, Mum?"

"I've been well. Natsuo brought over some gifts and Fuyumi visited with some delicious treats and meals." Rei's eyes turned to Todoroki, filled with a sadness you had seen time and time before. "Your father came by as well, only for a short while though."

"I see," shortly replied Todoroki.

"Will you be slowly moving back to the estate?" You asked out of the blue, catching Rei off guard. "I mean, there's a place there for you, and maybe it's good to stay close with... family."

"Very soon," replied Rei without hesitation. "It's a shame. I was hoping to see you more often."

"Oh, I mean I don't live far from the hospital so if ever you need anything I'm a phone call away."

A silence befell the room, one that felt odd, like how Rei held your hand not too long ago.

"What?"

"Oh it's not that I don't appreciate the offer, but I would've thought Shouto would have invited the suggestion to you," explained Rei with that content smile, almost similar to the ones she gave on Todoroki's birthday.

"Love, would you like to move in with me?" Asked Todoroki from beside you without warning and without fail.

A stammer stopped your mouth from forming comprehensible words, taken back by the question. You looked between the two, spotting that content and warm smile on mother and son. Ones that you couldn't object or argue with. This was supposed to be Mother's Day.

"This is the best gift yet," commented Rei, smiling gently at your flabbergasted reaction.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU | Future In-Laws

Both Bakugou and yourself stood by the front door of his old family home, having arranged half a day to visit his mother for Mother's Day. You noticed how blue the sky was, how bright the sun shone, and how calm the Neighbourhood felt.

If only Bakugou was as cheerful.

You eyed him every once in a while, his face unchanging with that scowl etched in his brow. It wasn't his normal, usual, aggravated self. It was more of a-

"What?" He growled, his eyes glancing into yours.

"Nothing," you responded coolly with a smile.

"Don't gloat."

"I'm not."

"If that hag says anything, we're walking back home."

A snort escaped your nostrils, a small one but nonetheless one that continued to bubble into your shoulders. "I love your parents," you commented.

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"You're here!" Exclaimed Mitsuki, causing a cringe on Bakugou's snarl but a smile from yours.

"Hi Mitsuki!" You chirped, hugging the woman by the door.

"Oh hush, you can call me Mum now."

"Mum?"

"Shut up hag," reacted Bakugou with a snarl. "They're not calling you that."

"I give them my consent, Katsuki. You have no say in the matter," snarked Mitsuki.

The tension was, well, insurmountably tense, standing between two very aggressive individuals in a staring contest. Until you spotted a familiar set of eyes from inside the house, waving meekly despite his tall stature.

"Hi Masaru," you greeted with a wave of your own.

"I see the day has started," he commented while his eyes worriedly observed the growling match his wife and son were dealing with by the door. You only chuckled until-

"Oh, you can call him Dad now, or Pop whichever you prefer," mused Mitsuki with a chirp, with no sign of aggravation on her face or in her voice.

"Honey, they don't have to call me-"

"No, I won't accept it. Our Katsuki has found his one and only, so they're now a part of the family!"

"Will you shut it you old hag?" Interrupted Bakugou again. "They're not calling you that, and they don't want to."

"You're not the voice of reason here, you brat! Even as a man, you're still a child!"

You stuttered at the sudden change and turn of phrase every so often. The thought crossed your mind that you would've been so used to this family dynamic now. But there were some things you hoped you weren't the center of attention for. That was difficult when you were between Bakugou and his mother.

You gently held onto Bakugou's arm, pressing your body against it in hopes to comfort him while you smiled at Mitsuki.

"Why don't we cross that bridge when we cross the threshold?" You suggested. "After all it's your day today and we are happy to spend it with you out of our Hero schedules."

A deep sigh escaped Mitsuki's lips while she smiled back at you. "Of course, I still think that you're now a part of the Bakugou family, so no pressure when you're comfortable with the new names."

"You'll hear it straight from me," you reassured, causing a giggle to erupt from Mitsuki.

"Splendid, come on in." Mitsuki skipped inside the family home, leaving Bakugou and yourself by the door to spot Masaru following after her, mouthing his thanks to you.

You felt Bakugou's aggressive and tense nature wash away while you held onto his arm throughout the small conversation with Mitsuki, tenderly rubbing your hand against his skin before you noticed his stare on you.

"You okay?" You asked with a smile.

"Yeah, no thanks to that hag," he retorted. "But... thanks."

"Always here for you."

You felt his large hand intertwine with yours, fingers pressed together, palms touching. A smirk appeared on Bakugou's lips before he led you into his old family home, a place you had become acquainted with for years, now stepping into it as his fiancé.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄. ♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"hi!! you have a lovely writing style! can i request an imagine where you're friends with george but he has a crush on you and it grows a lot bigger when you show up at his house to take care of him / cook for him because he's been having a really busy schedule? thank you so much :) have a nice day"

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

warnings: none :)

links: | ao3 | request | masterlist |

⋆ song recommendation: Bookstore Girl by Charlie Burg

George’s feet felt heavy as he climbed the steps towards his front door. His mind was still running a mile a minute with everything he still had to do that week. Time seemed to have caught up to him, even sprinted past him and left him to drown in his schedule. As he reached into his pocket for his keys, his eyes finally caught sight of the warm glow spilling from the windows of his home.

With careful steps he entered his apartment, brows furrowed as he peeked around the corner to find you dipping your finger into whatever was boiling in a pot on the stove. His heart fluttered slightly, a blush creeping to his cheeks as slipped back behind the corner of the wall jutting out to separate the kitchen from the entryway. You’d hadn’t seen him, in fact you were too caught up in mumbling to yourself that you hadn’t even heard the door when it popped open.

He loosened a few buttons on his shirt, tossing his keys in the bowl by the door and making it apparent he was home, yet you still didn't pay any mind to him. George leaned against the corner, running his fingers through his dark hair as he watched you bustle around his kitchen. His heart swelled as you stood on your toes to reach into an overhead cabinet.

You jumped slightly as he reached around you, grabbing the jar you were sought after. You grinned brightly at him as he handed it to you. "Welcome home! I know how busy everything is for you right now, and I'll take care of everything tonight," you rambled, twisting the lid off the jar with a small grunt as George's tired eyes seemed to sparkle at you.

He chuckled lowly at your excitement for the task, leaning against the counter beside you and popping a tomato in his mouth. "If I wasn't so estact to be coddled tonight, I'd bug you about breaking and entering," he teased, making you roll your eyes playfully.

You took to stirring whatever was in the pot, chewing the inside of your cheek. "You gave me a key, jerk. Doesn't count if there's consent," you countered, making him laugh again. "Plus, you have to admit; this is a nice surprise."

He couldn't help but smile down at you as you worked around him, reaching across his waist for a few spices and over his body to get into another cabinet. He could smell hints of your perfume as you neared him and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him not to take you into his embrace.

He opted to cross his arms over his chest as he listened to you. His mind wandered to what it felt like to press his lips against your shoulders, digging his nose into your hair as he held you close to him. As you cut up a pepper, filling him in on the whereabouts of your day, the memory of the softness of your hands threaded into his thoughts. He was hopelessly in awe of you.

"You're sure you don't need my help?" He asked once again, settling his hands against the edge of the counter behind him. Your gaze drifted towards him to shake your head, but your eyes caught on the tightness of his shirt now.

After you had finished cooking, he poured a glass of wine for you, basking in the graciousness of your smile as you asked him about his latest project. Sitting across from him at his kitchen table as he propped his chin on his fist, you finally had the opportunity to take in his appearance completely.

It'd been almost a week since you had seen your friend; the time apart proving to be a time of consideration when it came to your relationship with George. His tousled hair and slightly rosy cheeks softened his usually pristine look. As he talked, his accent grew deeper with tiredness, becoming a symphony to your ears. You could listen to him folly on about pretty much anything.

His gratitude of your meal sent your heart skipping in your chest as heat rushed to your cheeks. You'd shared a meal together many times, bonding more about this and that, but tonight felt different.

As the two of you stood beside each other at the kitchen sink, you fought not to lean against him. He mindlessly dried whatever you gave him, listening to you explain a new song you'd heard on the radio and how it reminded you of a friend of his. He, of course, chuckled at this with a shake of his head, his mind scolding his heart for breaking slightly at the fact that you'd thought of his friend and not him. It was silly to feel that way, surely.

Your arm brushed his own, the warmth of his skin sending heat waves through your body. His mind swam with incoherent emotions with each of your touches, whether it be your fingers grazing against each other as you handed him a plate or the ghost of your breath against the coolness of his wet hands as you gently giggled at his smug comments. Your laugh was such a comforting echo to him.

Your hands dipped back into the warm, soapy water to retrieve a glass before scrubbing it clean and handing it to him. "Thank you, by the way," George praised. "For dinner and everything, I mean." He sighed tiredly. "I really needed it…"

You couldn't fight the small smirk tugging at your lips as you looked up at him. "It was my pleasure. I'll do it tomorrow too if you'll let me," you offered, excitement building in your chest at the prospect.

George's teeth subtly dug into the flesh of his bottom lip as he hesitated. "Oh come on. I couldn't ask that of you-"

You cut him off. "Please! I'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart. You don't have to ask," you joked, making him shake his head with a small smile. "Listen, I know how stressed you've been lately and I want to help you out. It's not a big deal," you settled, the air of decision showing you'd be back the next night.

George opened your car door for you, standing with his hand on the top of the car and his arm resting on the door as you faced him. The nodes of his cologne beckoned towards your sense of smell, the sweetness of it threatening to draw you in closer. You stood on your toes, this time to reach his cheek as you pressed your lips close to his jaw.

As you stood back, the noise of the parking garage had been sucked away from the two of you, his eyes locking to yours. One of his hands moved almost instinctively to settle against your neck and within seconds, he was hovering near your lips. The scent of alcohol on his breath engulfed the oxygen between the two of you. His eyelids shut softly before he effortlessly closed the distance between you.

His kiss was tender yet confident, which seemed almost uncharacteristic of him. Your hands moved to slide against his chest, pressing your hands against the softness of his shirt. His lips melded against yours in a gracefully choreographed dance as if they were long lost partners meeting after suffering a life alone.

He pulled away, leaving you breathless and thoughtless. The radio static in your ears dissipated as you stumbled back on your heel out of pure shock and pure content.

You wet your lips, swallowing the tension between the two of you. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

He smiled as you slipped into your car, leaning his hand on your car door. "I'll be looking forward to it."

[pixie88]

Tattoo Artist to Businessman

A/N: Those who play Lovelink know Blake Bailey. At the moment I’m loving writing FF for my grey matches. At first I called him Blake the flake but this boy definitely knows how to make a girl hot!! So I wrote this FF SMUT repersents him. This might be a one shot piece or I might continue I’m not sure yet. Let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged!

Find my other Lovelink FF HERE on my masterlist under Lovelink - One shots. Along with my Rory Bear & Shopping Trip (Rory O’Brien), My Science Buff & The Naughty Teacher (Marco Bottazzi) & Photogenic (Dominic Wright) FF.  

Comments always welcome!

Word count: 1934

WARNINGS: ⚠️ NSFW & Fluffy fluff

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Lovelink.

Pairings: Blake x MC - Jess

Enjoy!

We are stood on opposite sides of the elevator. Waiting to reach the 74th floor. My arms cross, I'm so mad! (How could he agree to go to a work do on our 1 year anniversary!? What in the hell made him think this was ok???)

"Jess, are you going to talk to me?" He asks.

"NO!" I shot back.

"Jess please, you know why I agreed to this!"

"Because your work is more important than me!" I frown at him.

He has a small smile on his face "Jess that's bull and you know it! This is my only chance to convince Mark to let me buy into the shop"

I turn away from him. In the corner of my eye, I see him move, but I don't turn to see what he's doing, but I soon find out when suddenly the elevator stops. I look over at him, and he's pressed the stop button.

"Blake, what the hell are you doing?!"

"We aren't leaving this elevator until we sort this out!"

I huff "There's nothing to sort out! Now stop messing around"

He walks over to me "Jess, what do I have to do so, you'll forgive me?"

He reaches me and I'm backed against the wall his hands pressed again the wall on either side of my face.

"It doesn't matter! Now can we go to this stupid party!" I hiss back at him.

"No, not until you tell me what I have to do to make it up to you!" His face is inches from mine.

"I said it doesn't matter!"

"What if I promise to take you out after work tomorrow to the restaurant we had our first date at. You know that one where we fooled around under the table" the thought of this makes me want to squeeze my legs together and he knows it.

"What if I promise to re-enact that part, but we just focus on you. Then once we've finished, I'll take you home and bury my head between your legs until you come over and over again!"

My breathing is hitched, he continues "Then when you can't take anymore, I'll make love to you for hours" his lips reach my ear "Jess, are you turned on?"

I can't speak he knows I am "I'll take your silence as a yes. What if I start making it up to you starting now?"

I swallow hard and nod.

This is all he needs he pins me between his body and the cold steel elevator wall, his lips claim mine, on hand pins my wrist above my head and his tongue invades my mouth. I move my hips towards him needing some friction, my hands drop from his grip, and he lifts me up and wraps my legs around him.

His hand slips between us as he continues our heated kiss. He brushes against my centre I feel him smirk against my lip "Even when you are mad at me. I can get you wet within seconds!"

"Shhh," I hiss.

His fingers enter me and I cry out "Blake!"

"That's it, baby!" he lays kisses against my pulse line.

His fingers move against my clit "Fuck! Blake...I need you!"

He puts me down to unbuckle his belt and sets himself free of his boxers. He pulls out a foil packet, rips it open, and rolls the condom down his hard member. He lifts me again, moves my underwear to the side, and pushes past my entrance, filling me "God Jess"

He thrust into me, I grab his shoulders "Blake, harder!"

His thrusts become more intense. His lips capture mine, his pace is relentless. I move to keep up with his rhythm "Baby, I love having you wrapped around me," he whispers against my lips.

"Oooh....Yes, Blake just like that!"

I'm close to the edge he can tell so move faster "Yes..Yes..Yes Blake!"

"That's it baby come for me"

I fall over the edge just as I'm coming down from my peak Blake hits his own "Fuck Jess!"

Sweaty and breathless, he puts me down and tucks himself away.

"Am I forgiven now?" he asks.

I wink "It depends on how the rest of the night goes"

He smiles "Happy Anniversary, Gorgeous!"

I blush "Happy Anniversary Handsome!"

"We better get to this party before it's over," He says.

He walks over to the buttons pressed something and it starts moving again. When the doors finally open the party is flowing we walk over to the bar and order our drinks.

"So, where is this boss of yours?"

Blake looks around the room and he points out a tall, muscular guy with curled short brown hair.

"Why don't you go and talk to him?" I say.

"Aren't you coming?" he asks.

"I'll let you work your magic and talk shop for a bit, then I'll come over!"

He smiles "Ok, I'll be back in a bit!" He leaves to speak to his boss.

I made my way to the end of the bar as its quiet there. I'm people watching.

"Hi," I turn to see a guy with mousy brown hair approaches me. He has lovely green eyes.

"Hi," I say.

"You looked a bit out of place here?" He says.

"Really? How so?" I ask.

"Is it not clear? You are Gorgeous. Plus, I know everyone that works at one of Mark's tattoo studios"

"What if I'm recently new?" I laugh.

"Ok, you got me there!" He smirks.

"So you are stumped?"

He laughs, "I am! So what is a beautiful woman like you drinking all alone?"

Then I hear him "She's not alone James"

I turn to see Blake giving this James who seems startled a cold look.

Blakes arm comes around my waist and rests on my lower back.

"Oh Blake, it's so nice to see you again! I didn't know this lovely lady was with you!" James says.

"James this is my girlfriend Jessika. Jess this is James, Marks, assistant" Blake says.

"Well, as lovely as it has been meeting you Jessika, I think I better go and find my boss. See you around," he leaves us alone.

I turn to Blake, who has his eyes glued on James.

"He seemed nice!" I say.

Blake looks at me, he's jealous! "Nicer than me?"

I smirk "I'm not sure"

"Oh really?" He says.

I laugh his lips brush against my ear "I don't think he could make you come undone in front of a room full of people like I can" before I have time to ask what he means he moves me so my back is facing the wall.

"Blake, what are yo..."

He pulls up the back of my dress and pulls down my underwear he whispers. "When they fall to the floor step out of them and pick them up"

I feel them fall to my feet I look around no one is looking at us.

I bend down to collect my discard underwear as I do his hand finds my centre from behind. His fingers brush against me, I take a deep breath, "I told you I'd make it up to you. But you have to be quiet. No one can know what we are doing!" his fingers enter me and I gasp quietly.

"Blake!" The guy Blake pointed out earlier is walking over to us (Oh, no! Not now! He needs to st...wow, Jess do not blush! DO NOT BLUSH! Sure he will stop once he reaches us?)

Mark reaches us and Blake's pace is relentless "Blake, I had a little think about your proposal. How about 20 percent?"

"25" Blake shots back.

He laughs, "You drive a hard bargain, but that's what makes a good businessman so 25 percent it is!" he holds a hand out and Blake shakes it.

"Pleasure doing business with you Mark. Now let me introduce you to my girlfriend Jessika"

Blake's pace speeds up "Oohhh....Hi Mark it's...so niiiiice tooo meet you," I clear my throat trying to pull myself together.

I can see Blake smirk "It's nice to finally meet you. Blake has done nothing but talk about you since you matched on that dating app. Nice to put the name to the face. Blake, you are one lucky guy to have such a stunning girlfriend"

"Oh, believe Mark I know how lucky I am!" Blake smiles at me.

"Let's celebrate this new partnership with a bottle of champagne," Mark says as he calls over the bartender.

I look at Blake my cheeks are burning I'm biting my tongue to stop me from crying out.

He whispers "God...feeling how wet you are in front of all these people is turning me on baby"

I swallow hard.

The sound of a cork popping pulls our attention back to Mark he starts pouring us a glass each and passes them over.

"To Blake buying into the shop," Mark says.

We clink glasses "To Blake" with that he slips in another finger.

"Ohhh...I'm so excited for you Blake!" I say.

"Mark!!" Someone shouts over.

"Excuse me, there is someone I need to catch up with so enjoy the rest of the bottle. See you two later" Mark says.

He leaves us alone.

Blakes breath is on my neck "Follow me!" He pulls out of me and the back of my dress falls.

He takes my hand and leads me to the nearest bathroom, we slip in together unnoticed. He locks the door his lips crash to mine, which backs me against the sink.

"God, I was close to bending you over the bar in front of all those people" this makes every nerve-ending stand on end!

He spins me around. I grasp onto the side of the sink, I hear his belt unbuckle and I look up into the mirror I see him rip open a condom wrapper.

I turn to see him rolling it onto his hard member just the sight of him has me soaked. He runs the tip along my centre "Do you want this baby?"

"Yes!!" I shout back, he pushes past my entrance filling me for the second time this evening.

"FUCK!" I cry out as he starts slowly thrusting.

"Could James make you feel like this Jess?!"

"No!!" I shot back.

He grasps my hips, pulling me back each time he thrust back in "Crap....baby that's deep" he says with a shaky breath.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!*

We hear someone's knuckles rap on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up! I really need to pee!" The voice on the other side of the door shouts.

Blake speeds up his pace as he replies "Sorry, I'm not feeling too good. Find another toilet!"

Said toilet goer tuts but doesn't knock again.

"Blake....I'm going to....oh my fucking god yes!!" I fall over the edge.

Blake falls with me "Ohhh Jess!"

We clean up and catch our breath I put back on my underwear. "When you said you'd make it up to me, I was thinking more flowers and chocolates"

He smirks "Not sex twice and foreplay in a packed bar?"

I playfully swat him "No, but I can't say I mind!" I wink at him.

"Just wait until we get home!" he smirks.

He kisses me one last time before unlocking the door.

Said toilet goer is still waiting he looks at both of us and grins.

"Blake, we're doing shots come on dude! Bring your girlfriend too!" A voice shouts.

Blake looks at me "You game?" he asks.

"Of course!" He leads me over to the bar.

We clink shot glasses before downing them in one.

@khoicesbyk​

[itsmarscosta]

How about.. "You better not pout." Oh my gosh, Betty's pout must be featured. For some reason I am picturing a bit of flirtation, saucy, sexy Bughead here. There is time for the romancing during the holidays NO DOUBT. Oh my gosh, maybe for day three? Jughead doesn't want to go to the ugly Christmas sweater party. Betty can even make a comment about he always wears those sweaters anyway... Eeee!

Thank you so much for my first prompt ever, @theheavycrown ! I hope you like it. And also, a huge thanks to my awesome beta @shrugheadjonesthethird 

“Please? Come on, Juggie.” From where Jughead stood with his back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest, he looked down at Betty, sitting in front of him, shaking his head for the millionth time. “Please.”

“Nope. Nuh uh. You better not pout. I’m not doing it again.”

“Juggie. Please. It’s not that bad.” He wanted to be strong against her pleading voice, but truth be told, her soft tone and the puppy eyes she was making, were doing things to him.

“Not that bad?! Betts, come on. Look at me.” Her eyes sized him up, head to toe, and for a second Jughead imagined what she was seeing. Black clothes, ragged jeans, the tattoos that covered both of his arms. “I am not the cute Christmas sweater type.”

“But we did it last year!” She pleaded.

“Yeah, because you ambushed me. I wasn’t aware of the Cooper tradition, and I couldn’t exactly say no. It’s already a challenge to get through the Holidays with your family, with your mom, more specifically, and a Christmas sweater is just adding insult to injury.”

Of course, he had a point. A good one at that. Holidays with her family were always… interesting, to say the least. Actually, every moment with her family fell under that euphemism. And Jughead… Well, Jughead was the exact opposite of everything her mother had pictured for her daughter. It had taken quite some time for Alice to understand that what mattered wasn’t his tattoos, his bad smoking habit, or the awkward way they first met. What mattered was how much he loved Betty and how happy they were.

“You know I’ll be there with you, just… no reindeer sweater.” Betty shook her head at his words, crossing her arms.

“It’s just… You wear sweaters all the time. What’s wrong with wearing another type of sweater? Just for one night?” Betty saw he didn’t have an immediate reply to this particular argument. It was her chance. “Juggie.” She said with her sweet voice. “Come on. This is the last time. I… I can try to get us out of it for next year. I swear.”

Jughead sighed. “Betts…” Something in his voice, the way he always said his nickname for her, gave her an idea.

“Juggie.” She said pouting. “Please? Pretty please? I can make it up to you.”

So much for her not pouting. The second she did it he couldn’t look away. And those words, along with her big puppy green eyes…

“Make it up to me?” He repeated, clearing his throat as their eyes meet.

“Uhum.” She hummed, and as she popped open the top buttons on her pink shirt, revealing the top of her bra, his mouth went dry. “But I’ll do it in true-fashion deal style. I pay half now, and the other half after the deal is done.” Her tone was sultry and sexy, and his blood rushed down as the heat inside his body increased.

“I like the way your mind works,” Jughead said, pulling her closer, to stand between his legs. “You better explain how the first part of this payment is going to work, though.” Betty gave him what could only be described as a naughty smile, biting her lower lip.

“Well, it’s simple. First, you take off your shirt. Then, you go to our bed, lay down, and wait for me.” She leaned in on his chest, and with a hand on the back of his neck, Betty pulled his head down, so she can whisper in his ear. “You leave the rest to me.”

Jughead did as she said, removing his t-shirt, and going to lay down on their bed, more than ready for whatever it was she had planned for the rest of their night.

Christmas Eve, sitting on the Cooper’s couch, all Jughead could think about was how Betty had really outdone herself this time. They were wearing matching dark blue sweaters, with a goofy looking Rudolf stamped on it, lights wrapped around his horns. The worst thing? The lights were actual lights, with small colorful LEDs that bothered his eyes if he looked down. It was official. He was an ambulant Christmas tree.

“You can’t complain, man. This is worse.” Jason said, sitting beside him. Polly had her husband wear a red Santa sweater that somehow made the sound of Santa’s laugh. The Ho Ho Ho’s were the high point of the kids night, and they would come every now and then to press down on their father’s abdomen to make Santa laugh again.

Yes, he couldn’t complain. Especially because of Betty’s promise. That, along with the La Perla wrap he had seen on the trash can were the only things stopping him from taking off the damn sweater. He didn’t doubt she would certainly make it up to him as she had done a week ago when she had put on a gorgeous and sexy pink lingerie set, going down on him, and making him lose his damn mind as she had ridden him into cloud nine. With that in mind, not even Alice Cooper’s jabs or Hal’s judgemental silence could bother him.

Finally, it was two in the morning, and they were going back to the hotel room they rented for the night.

“Did you see the look on Polly’s face when Mom said we won best sweater this year?” Betty asked happily as she entered the car. She watched as Jughead took off the sweater, opening the top buttons on the black shirt that had been underneath it, putting on his black leather jacket, and she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have this man and to be able to call him hers. “Thank you for doing this, Juggie.”

“You don’t need to thank me, baby.” He said leaning in to plant a sweet kiss on her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Juggie.”

He then crossed his arms, a serious playful expression appearing on his face. “Let’s get down to business, shall we? You owe me. I’d like to receive the other half of my reward.”

Betty licked her lips before taking off her own sweater. Under it, was a black dress, one of his favorites. Making sure to be looking into his eyes, she tugged down the front zipper to fully show him the red lacy bra she was wearing. “Oh, I don’t mind, but I thought you would like to wait until we’re back to the hotel. I mean… it would be more comfortable.”

Jesus. Immediately, his jeans felt tighter. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Betty Cooper.” He said, speeding down the street to get to their room as fast as possible.

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What Is Mongo? The name Mongo was taken from the word Humongous. In the context of storage it can mean dealing with large quantities of data. And that's what databases are pretty much for. They provide you with an interface to create, read, edit(update) and delete large sets of data (such as user data, posts, comments, geo location coordinates and so on) directly from your Node.js program. By "complete" I don't mean documentation for each Mongo function. Rather, an instance of Mongo code used as a real-world example when building a PWA. A Mongo collection is similar to what a table is in a MySQL database. Except in Mongo, everything is stored in a JSON-like object. But keep in mind that it also uses BSON to store unique _id property, similar to how MySQL stores unique row key. Installing Mongo And Basic Operations In the Terminal on Mac or bash.exe on Windows 10, log in to your remote host with ssh root@xx.xxx.xxx.xx (replace the x's with your web host's IP address.) Then use cd to navigate to your project directory on the remote host, for example, /dev/app. Install the system-wide Mongo service: sudo apt-get install -y mongodb The -y directive will automatically answer "yes" to all installation questions. We need to start the Mongo service after this (explained in next section.) Mongo Shell Just like MySQL has a command line shell where we can create tables, users, and so on, Mongo also has its own shell to create collections, show databases, and more. First we need to start the Mongo service: sudo service mongodb start If you ever need to stop the Mongo server, you can do that with: sudo service mongodb stop But don't stop it – we need the service running for the next part! To enter the Mongo shell, type the mongo command into your cli/bash: mongo You will see your bash change to a > character. Let's type the use command to create a new (or switch to an existing) database: > use users switched to db users Type > db to verify that we indeed switched to users database: > db users Let's take a look at all existing databases by executing the show dbs command: > show dbs admin 0.000GB local 0.000GB Even though we created a users database in the earlier step, it's not on this list. Why? That's because we haven't added any collections to the database. This means that users actually exists, but it won't be shown on this list until a collection is added. Adding Mongo Collection Let's add a new collection to users database.  Remember a collection in Mongo is the equivalent of a table in MySQL: db.users.insert({name:"felix"}) We just inserted a collection into the users database. Let's run > show dbs now: > show dbs admin 0.000GB local 0.000GB users 0.000GB Simply inserting a JSON-like object into the users database has created a "table." But in Mongo, it's just part of the document-based model. You can insert more objects into this object and treat them as you would rows/columns in MySQL. Installing the Mongo NPM Package npm install mongodb --save Generating The Data Before we go over Mongo methods, let's decide what we want to store in the database Let's take a look at world coordinate system. It's quite different from Cartesian. The central point here is located relatively near Lagos, Nigeria: Latitude and Longitude visualized. [0,0] point is located in the center of the coordinate system with axis going left and down in negative direction. HTML5 geo location will take care of calculating your location automatically based on your IP address. But we still need to convert it to 2D on the image. Image credit. Front-End Collecting the data. HTML5 provides an out-of-the-box geo location system and gives us latitude and longitude, as long as the client agrees to share that information. The following code will create a pop up message box on desktop and mobile devices asking users to "allow" the browser to share its location. If user agrees, it will be stored in lat and lon variables: if (navigator.geolocation) { navigator.geolocation.getCurrentPosition(function(position) { let lat = position.coords.latitude; let lon = position.coords.longitude; } } Well, that's a great start. But this isn't enough. We need to convert it into a 2D coordinate system that HTML5 understands. We need to draw location markers on top of the map image! So I wrote this simple World2Image function that takes care of that: function World2Image(pointLat, pointLon) { const mapWidth = 920; const mapHeight = 468; const x = ((mapWidth / 360.0) * (180 + pointLon)); const y = ((mapHeight / 180.0) * (90 - pointLat)); return [x, y]; } We simply divide map image dimensions by 360 and 180 respectively and then multiply them by 180 + pointLong and 90 - pointLat to adjust to the center. And our final code that converts latitude/longitude to 2D coordinates will look like this: if (navigator.geolocation) { navigator.geolocation.getCurrentPosition(function(position) { let lat = position.coords.latitude; let lon = position.coords.longitude; let xy = World2Image(lat, lon); let x = xy[0]; let y = xy[1]; } } In your app of course you can use any data you want. We just need a meaningful set to demonstrate a practical example for a potential live sunset photography app. Place the code above between tags within the tag in your PWA. Preferably inside: window.onload = event => { /* here */ }; Now every time a new visitor joins our page, they will be asked to share their geolocation. Once they press the "Allow" button, it will be collected and stored in lat, lon, x, and y vars. We can then create a Fetch API call to send it to our back-end server. API End-point Round Trip Below are the sections Front-End, Back-End, and Front-End again. Developing an API end-point (/api/user/get for example) you will often follow this pattern. First we need to call Fetch API to trigger an HTTP request to an end-point. Front-End API Here is the simple code that gives us two Fetch API requests. At this time we only need these two actions to build our geolocation API. Later in this article I'll show you how they connect to Mongo on the back-end. class User { constructor() { /* Currently unused */ this.array = []; } } // Make JSON payload let make = function(payload) { return { method: 'post', headers: { 'Accept': 'application/json', 'Content-Type': 'application/json' }, body: JSON.stringify(payload) }; } /* /api/add/user Send user's geolocation to mongo payload = { x : 0, y : 0, lat: 0.0, lon: 0.0 } */ User.add = function(payload) { fetch("/api/add/user", make(payload)) .then(promise => promise.json()).then(json => { if (json.success) console.log(`Location data was entered.`); else console.warn(`Location could not be entered!`); }); } /* /api/get/users Get geolocations of all users who shared it */ User.get = function(payload) { fetch("/api/get/users", make(payload)) .then(promise => promise.json()) .then(json => { if (json.success) console.log(`Location data was successfully fetched.`); else console.warn(`Users could not be fetched!`); }); } We can now use static User functions to make Fetch API calls. Of course, nothing is stopping you from simply calling the fetch function anywhere in your code wherever it makes sense. It's just that putting everything into a User object helps us organize code. Back-End This tutorial assumes you have Node and Express running. Showing how to set that up would take another whole tutorial. But here are the core API commands coded in Express. It's quite simple. The code below is from the express.js file, which is the complete SSL server. The only thing you need to change if you plan on implementing this on your remote host is generating your own SSL certificates with certbot and LetsEncrypt. Express, Multer and Mongo Init Shenanigans First we need to initialize everything: /* include commonplace server packages... */ const express = require('express'); const https = require('https'); const fs = require('fs'); const path = require('path'); /* multer is a module for uploading images */ const multer = require('multer'); /* sharp works together with multer to resize images */ const sharp = require('sharp'); /* instantiate the express app... */ const app = express(); const port = 443; // Create Mongo client const MongoClient = require('mongodb').MongoClient; // Multer middleware setup const storage = multer.diskStorage({ destination: function (req, file, cb) {cb(null, './sunsets')}, filename: function (req, file, cb) {cb(null, file.fieldname + '-' + Date.now())} }); // Multer will automatically create upload folder ('./sunsets') const upload = multer( { storage : storage } ); // body-parser is middleware included with express installation. The following 3 lines are required to send POST body; if you don't include them, your POST body will be empty. const bodyParser = require('body-parser'); app.use(bodyParser.urlencoded({extended: true})); app.use(bodyParser.json()); // Create some static directories. A static folder on your site doesn't actually exist. It's just an alias to another folder. But you *can also map it to the same name. Here we're simply exposing some folders to the front end. app.use('/static', express.static('images')); app.use('/sunsets', express.static('sunsets')); app.use('/api', express.static('api')); app.use('/static', express.static('css')); app.get('/', function(req, res) { res.sendFile(path.join(__dirname + '/index.html')); }); // General use respond function -- send json object back to the browser in response to a request function respond( response, content ) { const jsontype = "{ 'Content-Type': 'application/json' }"; response.writeHead(200, jsontype); response.end(content, 'utf-8'); } // Utility function...convert buffer to JSON object function json( chunks ) { return JSON.parse( Buffer.concat( chunks ).toString() ) } We still need to add end points to the express.js file. The code below is assumed to go into the same file just underneath what we've written above. Setting up API end-points Creating POST API end-points with Express is a breeze. The code below will be triggered on the server when we use fetch calls we talked about earlier (using the User object and its static methods) from client-side. API End-point 1 /api/add/user This server side end-point will add geolocation data to Mongo database: // End-point: api/add/user // POST method route - Add geolocation to Mongo's Photographer collection app.post('/api/add/user', function(req, res, next) { const ip = req.connection.remoteAddress; const { x, y, lat, lon } = req.body; // Connect to mongo and insert this user if doesn't already exist MongoClient.connect(`mongodb://localhost/`, function(err, db) { const Photographer = db.collection('Photographer'); // Check if this user already exists in collection Photographer.count({ip:ip}).then(count => { if (count == 1) { console.log(`User with ${ip} already exists in mongo.`); db.close(); } else { console.log(`User with ${ip} does not exist in mongo...inserting...`); let user = { ip: ip, x: x, y: y, lat: lat, lon: lon }; // Insert geolocation data! Photographer.insertOne(user, (erro, result) => { if (erro) throw erro; // console.log("insertedCount = ", result.insertedCount); // console.log("ops = ", result.ops); db.close(); }); } }); res.end('ok'); }); }); API End-point 2 /api/get/users This server side end-point will grab a list in JSON format of all currently stored geolocations in the Mongo database: // End-point: api/get/users // POST method route - Get all geolocations from Mongo's Photographer collection app.post('/api/get/users', function(req, res, next) { // Connect to Mongo server MongoClient.connect(`mongodb://localhost/`, function(err, db) { const Photographer = db.collection('Photographer'); Photographer.find({}, {}, function(err, cursor) { // NOTE: You must apply limit() to the cursor // before retrieving any documents from the database. cursor.limit(1000); let users = []; // console.log(cursor); cursor.each(function(error, result) { if (error) throw error; if (result) { // console.log(result); let user = { x: result.x, y: result.y, lat: result.lat, lon: result.lon }; // console.log("user["+users.length+"]=", user); users.push(user); } }); // A more proper implementation: (WIP) (async function() { const cursor = db.collection("Photographer").find({}); while (await cursor.hasNext()) { const doc = await cursor.next(); // process doc here } })(); setTimeout(time => { const json = `{"success":true,"count":${users.length},"userList":${JSON.stringify(users)}}`; respond(res, json); }, 2000); }); }); }); API End-point 3 This will upload an image from an HTML form via the Node multer package: // End-point: api/sunset/upload // POST method route - Upload image from a form using multer app.post('/api/sunset/upload', upload.single('file'), function(req, res, next) { if (req.file) { // console.log("req.file.mimetype", req.file.mimetype); // const { filename: image } = req.file.filename; let ext = req.file.mimetype.split('/')[1]; let stamp = new Date().getTime(); // console.log("ext=",ext); output = `./sunsets/sunset-${stamp}.${ext}`; output2 = `https://www.infinitesunset.app/sunsets/sunset-${stamp}.${ext}`; console.log("output=",output); // console.log("output2=",output2); sharp(req.file.path) .resize(200).toFile(output, (err, info) => { // console.log(err); // console.log(info.format); }); // fs.unlinkSync(req.file.path); res.end(`Picture uploaded! Go Back`,`utf-8`); } // req.file is the `avatar` file // req.body will hold the text fields, if there were any res.end(`Something went wrong.`,`utf-8`); }); MongoDB Command Overview Primarily we will use .insertOne and .find Mongo collection methods. When inserting a location entry, we will test if that entry already exists in the database. If it does, there is nothing to do. If it doesn't, we'll insert a new entry. You can also use Mongo's .count method to count the number of entries in the document that match a particular document filter. To do any Mongo operations, we first need to connect to our Mongo server from within of our Node application. This is done using the .connect method. .connect MongoClient.connect(mongodb://localhost/, function(err, db) { /* mongo code */ }; db.close() When we're done we need to close the database connection: MongoClient.connect(mongodb://localhost/, function(err, db) { db.close(); }; .insertOne Photographer.insertOne(user, (erro, result) => { if (error) throw error; // console.log("insertedCount = ", result.insertedCount); // console.log("ops = ", result.ops); Don't forget to close db db.close(); }); Here, results.ops will display the object that was inserted. .find The find method produces something called a cursor in Mongo. This cursor is an object that you can call .each on to iterate over all found items. As per the Mongo documentation, you should always set a limit first with cursor.limit(1000); Photographer.find({}, {}, function(err, cursor) { // NOTE: You must apply limit() to the cursor // before retrieving any documents from the database. cursor.limit(1000); let users = []; // console.log(cursor) is [Cursor object]; cursor.each(function(error, result) { // check for errors if (error) throw error; // get data let x = result.x; let y = result.y; /* etc... */ } } Front-End Displaying the data Now that we have a basic Mongo API running on our back-end, we can send data back to the front-end and the client side needs to visually display it on the screen. I've chosen to use HTML5 to draw the coordinates as images. To draw images on canvas, you first have to include them in your HTML document as regular images with tags. Let's include the images in the HTML to cache them in the browser: /* Load images but move them offscreen */ #you, #world, #mark { position: absolute; top: -1000px; left: -1000px } And now the core of our front-end is finished. This call will do a bunch of things: see if device browser supports the HTML5 geolocation property, create a 2D canvas and draw world map image on it, get HTML5 geolocation data, send it to Mongo using Fetch API, make another call to get all previously inserted items into our Mongo db on the back-end and animate canvas by drawing markers based on returned JSON object: // Create payload -- redundant everywhere, // because all POST payloads are JSON // now in neat make() function let make = function(payload) { return { method: 'post', headers: { 'Accept': 'application/json' }, body: JSON.stringify(payload) }; }); // safe entry point, all images loaded etc. window.onload = function(event) { // a place to store location markers window.markers = []; // Because this is { window.User = User; } // create 2D canvas const c = document.getElementById("canvas"); const ctx = c.getContext("2d"); // get our images const world = document.getElementById("world"); const here = document.getElementById("here"); const marker = document.getElementById("marker"); if (navigator.geolocation) { navigator.geolocation.getCurrentPosition(function(position) { let lat = position.coords.latitude; let lon = position.coords.longitude; let xy = World2Image(lat, lon); let x = xy[0]; let y = xy[1]; console.log(`You are at ${lat} x ${lon} or = ${x} x ${y}`); // Add this user to mongo User.add({ x : x, y : y, lat: lat, lon: lon }); // get our user locations fetch("/api/get/users", make({})).then( promise => promise.json()).then(json => { /* Store returned list of markers */ window.markers = json.userList; // optionally debug each entry: json.userList.forEach(photographer => { // console.log(photographer); }); // Remove the loading bar window["loading"].style.display = 'none'; // display number of items returned console.log("json.userList.length", json.userList.length); }); // animation loop that draws all locations in real time function loop() { if (here && ctx) { // draw the world map ctx.drawImage(world, 0, 0, 920, 468); ctx.save(); // move to the center of the canvas ctx.translate(x, y); // draw the image ctx.drawImage(here, -here.width/2, -here.width/2); // draw marker images ctx.translate(-x, -y); if (window.cameras) { window.cameras.forEach(cam => ctx.drawImage(polaroid, cam.x-polaroid.width/2, cam.y-polaroid.width/2)); } ctx.restore(); // restore context } requestAnimationFrame(loop); } requestAnimationFrame(loop); }); } else msg.innerHTML = "Geolocation is not supported by this browser."; } Note: You don't have to render your data in this exact way. If you are using the React library, just go ahead and use components. It doesn't matter. Here I used vanilla JavaScript just for this example. What matters are the fetch requests and that we are rendering the returned JSON object containing location data on the screen. You don't have to use canvas. You could have used just the div elements for each marker. Open the live demo of this tutorial at infinitesunset.app. I open-sourced this entire project on GitHub Check complete source code for this Express.js SSL MongoDB server. This is a good starting point for someone who's trying to get Mongo to work on a remote host. ⭐Star it, 🍴 fork it, ⤵️download it or ✂️copy and paste it. End Result ( also see it running live at www.InfiniteSunset.app ) HTML5 geo location data visually displayed after being loaded from MongoDB.Thanks for reading, I hope you found this Mongo tutorial insightful.

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