#the kids were sweet though. they loved me. they colored a lot of pictures for me

[screampied]

‘ IT'S A MATCH: LAST FRIDAY NIGHT ! ,

profile. girl, matching with your best friend on tinder is pretty awkward. hooking up with him, even more awkward. wanna know what’s even worse though? saying that word—i love you.

wc 4.9k

warnings. fem! reader, modern au, humor, size kink, mutual pining, loser boy gojo, unprotected, cheesy pick up lines, praise, touch starved satoru, cunnìlingus, overstim, créampie, i felt silly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

an. old old draft ;') based on the song last friday night. damn!

“mannn i’m so cooked,” gojo murmurs to himself, pacing back and forth. he’s dragging his feet against the silkened strands of the carpet before a soft pout spreads across his lips. “she left me on delivered for seven minutes…… seven.”

to be fair, in actuality you did. only because you were occupied with doing your hair. gojo being gojo was freaking out, thinking you were probably uninterested. albeit, once you finally did reply, his heart nearly fell out of his chest.

‘how does 7 pm sound?’

‘soid@:$:@) good’

‘um what?’

gojo mentally smacks his forehead, stupidly mashing on his keyboard, barely even letting a second go by once you responded. he was way too eager, he intakes a sharp breath before smiling — replying with a cheesy thumbs up.

he had the dumbest grin plastered on his face. after his best friend, you, advising him to give dating apps a try, he actually does. gojo matched with a lot of women not even minutes after installing the app onto his phone. how coincidental that the main person who caught his attention was you, the both of you matched and he made sure to text you first.

who knew though. that you’d be matching with the one and only satoru gojo. definitely not you, and of course, not him.

despite what everyone said, gojo was a bit of a womanizer, sure. but he was also a huge hopeless romantic.

he started fooling around on dating sites . . not looking for love necessarily but mainly to pass time. you mentioned it to him and he decided to give it a try.

pretty soon, time flew by quick. with a quick snap, it was just about to hit six o’clock pm.

gojo threw on grey sweats and ruffled up his hair a bit. he couldn’t lie to himself, first date and he felt a bit nervous. who was he kidding though, you told him to come to your apartment.

probably wouldn’t end up being a date, but still.

he read through your bio about three times, and your personality stood out to him.

you and him surprisingly had the same interests in lots of things, you loved sweets, and loathed scary movies. “…she’s so perfect,” he’d utter to himself, just imagining the sound of your sweet voice.

gojo abruptly snaps out of his thoughts—he didn’t want be too late, so with a quickness, he starts to make his way to your house.

with hands buried in his pockets, he gives a few hard knocks on the front of your door. about approximately nine seconds later, you open the door and his maw instantly drops. “y-you?”

“hey, y—satoru?” you mimicked the same reactions

the silence was practically deadly.

the two of you stared at each other for what seemed like centuries before you furrow your eyebrows. “satoru,” you mumble, bringing a hand towards your face to rub your forehead. “…you matched with me on purpose, didn’t you?”

“wha— noooo!” he protests, a cute pout tugging against the corners of his lips. he obviously did. you eyed him from head to toe. whilst his hands were buried into his pockets, you could tell that you made him a bit nervous. a light tint of color started to flush against his cheeks before he pulls on his sweater. “heh, is it gettin' hot in here or is it just me.”

“oh my god,” you suddenly spoke. “no wonder you didn’t have a profile picture,” and then you give him an abrupt glare. “satoru. why’d you even use the kfc logo as a profile picture anyway? idiot.”

“oh— it’s a long story.”

you deadpan, mentally face palming yourself.

gojo takes a good look at you, and he’s got a sudden sheepish grin. “woah,” he utters, and his eyes linger for a long time. he’s never seen you dress in such a formal pretty way. he felt a sudden heat rush to both sides of his face before without thinking, he murmurs. “you look kinda hot.”

“kinda? now i’m offended.” you scoff, tugging on your fishnets.

“all you’re getting from me,” he fake pouts. he then comes closer, closer . . all until he’s just inches apart.

one look at your dress and he just wanted to rip it off. you and him were so attached to the hip, he’s never expected to see you in this kind of light. if you were being honest, his gaze that ran against your entire figure made you a bit nervous.

throughout your long term friendship with gojo, he was known to be flirty every now and then. you figured that was just his personality but perhaps he started to view you different. “so,” he shrugs, bending down to your level as a way of mockery, “is this the part where we hook up?”

“well technically, yeah—” and you look right into his eyes.

he was just undressing you with eyes practically, cerulean bright irises roaming down your body before he hums. “…..oh,” and he awkwardly scratches his head. “so do i make the first move or—”

“you’re such an idiot. just kiss me, ‘toru.”

he snickers, and after what seemed like forever, gojo leans in for a kiss.

he was so pretty, he didn’t even have to try. long fluttering lashes that matched his snowy white strands flap closed. gojo tasted sweet, the moment his lips went against yours, you sink into his embrace. he was surprisingly a good kisser, not that you ever kissed your best friend or anything—but for some reason, it felt so warm.

so natural…

your heart, it starts to pick up a bit and your arms wrap around his broad shoulders.

gojo let off a soft grunt, your sweet aromatic perfume wafts right into his flared up nostrils. you shiver a bit, feeling his hands slowly drag up your body. minty, a good way to describe the brief taste that loiters on his breath. he was always chewing peppermint—an unserious guy with a sweet tooth, although this time maybe his sweet tooth was for you instead of casual sweets.

the kiss was passionate, you almost forgot you were literally making out with your best friend.

you did dream a bit about this moment, him holding you all close with his lips mashed against yours. his hand continue to wander, such big hands compared to yours. you slide your tongue against his before parting your lips just a bit further.

“….mhm,” he’d huff out in a muffled groan, and he made sure to focus his hands near your hips. his fingers brush against the thin fabric of your dress before he gives it a hasty yank.

steamy breaths collide against each other whilst each second passes—eventually, gojo’s leading you toward your bedroom.

no bother in asking you where everything was since he technically knew the layout of your house like the back of his hand. “wanted to do this for so long,” he finally speaks in shortened breaths—he’s panting, and you let off a soft gasp once he lifts you up. instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and he slyly smiles. “you should really clean this place,” he murmurs, walking casually with you in his arms. “oh right, you can’t because you’re always at my house.”

“the point of hooking up is to not talk, satoru.”

“well excuse me,” he dramatically rolls his eyes.

at first you were a bit shy coming to the bitter realization that you ended up matching with gojo by pure luck. by now, things weren’t even that awkward—or at least awkward yet…

you didn’t wanna jinx it though, he leads you towards your bed before you plop down on your hands. you sit down, staring up at him and he starts to pull up his grey sweatshirt. you watch intensely, his abs peeking as he yanked it off before you spot a glance of his dark blue boxers hiding above his sweatpants.

so attractive . . .

you’ve seen gojo shirtless countless times but never completely nude. just imagining him, his glistening body presenting itself right in front of you… phew.

you intake a breath, mentally preparing yourself.

“awh,” he sneers, and you’re so secluded into your erotic thoughts that you don’t even realize he’s practically half naked now. all that was left was his wan-colored sweatpants. he was a tease, your eyes fixate towards his ripped chest—his abs, they were sublimely sculpted and chiseled.

sharp.

you felt like if you ran a finger down his perfectly structured v-line, you’d get a paper cut. his six pack flexed and you had to squeeze your legs shut. it was no surprise gojo had a daily work out routine. he’d even try to drag you to come with him sometimes. majority of the time, that’d go to no avail though. “enjoying the show, yeahhh?”

“shut up.” you grouse with a swift eye roll.

a smug grin curls up against his pink lips before he grabs your hand. “wanna feel me?” and you’re confused by what he wants you to feel until he makes you slowly slide your hand down his clenched pecs. you peer up at him, his body feels so warm— it was brick hard, exactly how you thought. your fingers continued to run down his ripped modeled chest before feeling against a scar. “cute fingers,” he teases, making it trail lower and lower until you spot his happy trail that was just about poking above from the very hem of his boxers. “you should pull them off of me.”

“fine,” you mutter with a puffy blow, bringing both hands towards his lower half. gojo stares, watching you pull down his sweatpants— then his briefs. you made sure to take your time, tugging on the stretchy aqua-blue fabric before within seconds, his length springs out. “you weren’t lying.”

“hm?” he says, watching your eyes continue to wander — he was definitely big, your memory suddenly refreshes of the pictures you exchanged with him, and the carpets very much did match the drapes. his shaft was . . turgid, at least the tip was. it was a pretty flashing pink, smeared with a few droplets of his own pre-cum. gojo was well trimmed, but had a few left over white specks scattered all across his base. he even had a cute mole down near the very edge of his length. specks of white hairs near his happy trail decorated his body, it was attractive. he had a left curve too, it was quite noticeable—a strikingly long vein that pulses at the sight of you, running down the very middle part of his dick and you merely moan.

as you move yourself closer, he’s stood standing while you’re sat on the bed and your glossy lips give his swollen tip a few chaste kisses.

“damnnnn,” he pants, feeling his cock twitch from the way your lips made instant contact with his tip.

the more you stared at his length from your peripherals—the more you observed its color. it had a rich rosy tan. slightly—still the same pinkish color with a brief tapered ridge. he was hefty, there was no question. inch after inch, he stood tall right in front of you. gojo claws a hand into your hair softly before sucking in his breath. “baby wait, i wanna do everything. ‘m already hard.”

you hum, amused—giving his frenulum a subtle lick before backing away, jibing out a, “oh really?” and then once he makes you lie back against the bed, you sit up with a sly grin. “do you even know how to eat pussy? and i’m not just talking about from your 'experience' from reddit or twit—”

“girl shut up,” his tone pitches an octave and it’s quite funny.

always sassy—you watch as gojo strum his fingers against your dress, taking his precious time to lift it up before feeling against your thighs. so soft, he’s always wanted to feel you—especially right here, take in every part of your curves, your gorgeous physique. his lips form into a cute scowl as he pulls you closer towards him. “i know what i’m doing.”

“yeah you do.” you sing along, and he shoots you a pout. you loved the banter between the two of you, toying along with him—he always made it so easy. it doesn’t take long before he starts peeling off your fishnets with his teeth, it was so dirty. you felt yourself throb a bit, edges of his teeth softly pricking against your skin as he yanks the thin nylon material made fishnets that stuck against your thighs.

your back lies flat against the bed and you intake a single breath. gojo rubs a hand against your tummy, you quaver a bit simply from his touch. he’s keeping eye contact the entire time too, irises never looking away for a split second—he mimics the same motion, peeling your panties off with his pearly canines.

it’s lewd, he doesn’t even pull them off all the way. instead, he just leaves it on you but has it rolled down to your thighs. “lotta back talk for a girl this soaked, to be honest.”

“ . . . . ”

you don’t reply, and he chuckles to himself. he finds your lack of an answer quite cute.

gojo stares between your parted thighs and your lips were all stretched—glistening with a sheet coat of your sweet arousal.

“so pretty,” he coos in a low voice, and you watch as he leans in—pressing a soft kiss against your entrance. immediately, his lips gets all shimmery from your own wetness and it’s hot. gojo purposely runs his tongue against his lips because he knows you’re staring directly at him. “my best friend tastes soooo sweet.”

“quit talking, ‘toru.” you moan and you don’t realize how your voice is becoming more and more shaky by the second.

“fine. fiiiiine, can’t have shit,” he grumbles playfully.

you stare as he prods two lengthy fingers against your slit. with a gulp, you prepare yourself. he gradually starts to insert two fingers inside, curling them up whilst it adapts to your warm walls and his arm shakes. “oooooh,” he whispers in a mere raspy voice. sweetened squelchy squelches came from your cunt and it was so loud it rang throughout your ears like church bells on a wedding day. “she’s quite— the talker, huhh.” he continues, and that’s right when he places his lips against your folds.

you swallow, feeling your back immensely arch from his hot lips.

gojo’s tongue swipes against your pussy. the middle part of his tongue skims down and it feels so good, he’s slow at first. he knows the exact direction to go and your toes curl. a free hand of his slides near your pubic mound, applying just the right amount of pressure—he does this so you can quickly feel your sweet g-spot. you do, and a gasp leaves your lips, it’s mindblowing.

already, he made you feel your forbidden g-spot.

you didn’t even know gojo—your dumb best friend had this kind of experience. as his palm presses down against the particular spot, his other hand is still occupied. lengthy fingers curl all throughout your walls, reaching every spot by prodding with just the right amount of deepness.

“f-fuckkk,” you whine, and suddenly your nerves make you shift your attention back towards his slick tongue. as his tongue was lolled out, a pretty clean pinkish tongue. he slithers it by using the back of his tongue, merely copying a sort of vacuuming type technique. the sounds that ran out his mouth was so filthy, your thighs start to twitch profusely and your hands found its way into his hair.

“s—satoruuu.” you’d babble and its only been a few minutes. a few long minutes, your squirming was cute to him. you tried focusing on your breathing patterns but that was no use. your mind went blank, empty like a canvas.

“mhm,” he groans, feeling himself get hard simply from your pitchy moans that reverberate and bounce across the thin walls. his fingers still went in and out of your cunt at a decent thrusting pace. the way you easily swallowed his two digits was just perfect, it didn’t take long at all for him to find your clit. “there she isssss,” he hisses cheekily, changing up his tongue strokes just a bit. it felt so good, heavenly. the way he drags it against your pussy. your jaw hung open with only sweetened sobs and whimpers leaving right past your spit-glossed lips.

whilst he’s rummaging through your vulva, he occasionally breaks away to spit right onto your cunt. it was no surprised gojo satoru was a messy man. he couldn’t help it, he’s fantasized about this exact scenario maybe once or twice. as his saliva trickles between your slit, he grunts as he watches. just all sopping wet just for him. he blows against your entrance just to make you squirm even more.

with his fingers still buried into your cunt, he does the ‘come here’ motion—a simplistically erotic motion where he uses not one but both index and his middle finger to flick back and forth inside of you. right there, oh you could have came.

“o-oh my goddd,” you whimper, his warm breath colliding against your arousal. “i-i’m close, satoru. think ‘m getting close.”

“aw,” he purrs in a sweet tone, using the flat of his tongue to lap up against your clit even further. you’re so soaked—his chin starts to drip with your slick and it’s so attractive. he pulls himself back to grin at you, a dumb pussy-drunken smile and nothing but your slick arousal running down his chin, so sheeny. “suck a little harder, she says?”

you nod, although you were sure your inevitable orgasm was quickly approaching.

your favorite part was when he sucks deeply against your clit, practically tongue fucking you. he had quite a long tongue so it did wonders, it made sure to reach every particular crevice imaginable. “nah don’t run from me now, gorgeous,” he utters sweetly once you squirm a bit more—he grabs on your hips, removing his two fingers just to hold you steadily in place. “give it to me, baby. show me how much of a messy girl my best friend can really be, huh.”

his dirty talk was just the icing on the cake. gojo’s just coaxing you towards your incoming release, all the while—it felt so good. the way your legs quavered, a trembling mess.

gojo’s holding your jerking hips against his mouth so he doesn’t miss a single taste. your mouth forms into a surprised 'o' and it’s like he’s been waiting his entire life for this moment—to be fair, he could have just asked a long time ago.

he was shy though, he didn’t wanna ruin the friendship—yet now that he’s propped up between your legs, eating you out like a starved man, you don’t know how you could continue to be just friends. not in a negative way, but after this—every time you’d stare at gojo, you’d just see his face that was right between your legs that one friday night ago.

once your orgasm comes, you whimper out— a ripple surging out of you and you’re so squirmy.

it was so intense, you fell into a trance, feeling that familiar spark combust and you’re slump back. your maw still hangs open and you’re so cute—only inaudible whimpers, cacophonies of his name, the repetitive whiney, “s—satoru, ‘toru.”

his nose brushes against your entrance before he pulls away—he grows quiet for a brief moment before sitting up, you’re out of breath before he leans in for a kiss. you moan right into his mouth, running a finger down his cute undercut and that makes him whine into your mouth. his undercut, he’s always liked the feeling of you running a finger down there—it hypnotized him in a way, the entire scene was so salacious. tasting yourself on his damp tongue, your legs wrapped around his waist and his dick brushes against your parted legs.

“you’re not that bad of a kisser, you know.” gojo mutters as he finally breaks away—a stringy shiny trail of spit departs and he sits up. “why can’t we do this more often?”

“you never ask,” you breathe, still getting over your recent release—he talks so much, you almost forgot how much of a blabbermouth he was. literally seconds ago his face was buried between your thighs and now he’s rambling to you about a sale he spotted on one of his favorite candies. “. . yeah yeah, lie back now.”

he lies back against the bed and watches as you make your way towards him. he lands backwards with an ‘oof’ before raising his eyebrows in amusement. “oh? you’re gonna be on top? what if i wanted to have you bent over—”

“i’d rather die than let you see me arched over.”

“heh, woah now angel—that’s just mean. after i gave you that teeth shattering orgasm,” he says with a dramatic eye roll. you align yourself with gojo, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and for a concise moment he grows quiet. “hm. don’t really care though, you’re still hot. straddling me like this and—”

you lean forward, silencing him with a kiss because he just wouldn’t stop talking—it was cute in a way though, gojo would literally talk your ear off. he kisses back immediately, feeling you hover against his leaky tip before lowering yourself further and further down. “mhm,” you’d gasp at the current stretch. it was hard to ignore, he was big—no secret about that. due to how sopping you were, it made it easy to just sink right down. gojo’s jaw tightens as he brings a hand towards your waist, another near your ass. with a tight squeeze, he continues to fall into sinful bliss at your cunt holding him hostage. your walls hugged him tightly the more you sank down. his breath was heavy, he heaved and heaved before you’re finally all the way down.

parting away once more, he utters out a needy, “touch me.”

“ask nicely,” you whisper, starting to rock your hips swiftly in place—you were so hot, especially in his eyes. you’re so warm inside, feverish, tingly. gojo swallows thickly, a breath getting caught in his throat as his white lashes flicker towards your waist. you brush a thumb against your best friend’s lips before humming. “touch me pretty please, say that.”

“how about i tell you a joke—” he cuts off, yet moans once he feels you grind your hips in a specific rotation—so good. he’s at a loss of words before his eyebrows curl up and furrow, head throwing back in pleasure. “heh. uh, check, please! know what’s on the m-menu? me ‘n you.”

“…………………..”

“…..you’re right, i should just shut up,” he puffs out, his cheeks burning with such heat. he holds onto your hips before he swallows his pride, speaking in a cute pout whilst avoiding eye contact. “touch me pretty please.”

you smile, trading a finger down his chiseled chest—so muscular, he was perfectly sculpted.

his loved your touch, it makes him ten times harder. your fingers roam against his body and he merely folds into putty, his abs—they clench as you’re being stuffed by full of his thick inches. gojo made sure to go slow, he didn’t wanna hurt you—especially considering how big and how much of a damn packer he was. so big you almost drooled.

he was mesmerized by the way you moved, with a single pivot of your hips it didn’t take long for him to locate that spot. you moaned, feeling a surge of haziness overtake you before you lean in to kiss near the crook his neck.

“man,” he croaks, and each time he speaks—his voice gets more raspy and out of breath. “uh, keep ridin’ me like that ‘n i’m gonna die. your pussy’s fuckin’ dangerous—shit.”

again, he rambles while you’re riding him in the same constant rotation. he falls in love with the jerks, the way you grind and delve your hips even further into him.

it’s amusing to study his facial expressions though, the way his blue irises would roll back into the very depths of his cranium—his pink sheeny lips parting, even his irregular breathing patterns. he was so whiney, your cunt swallowed him whole and he starts to feel fuzzy. hot, you felt so hot inside. it merely gives him whiplash once he feels your hands trail up toward his chest. his chest, more so his pecs—abs, his nipples.

“s-sensitive there…” he pants, and with his same grip against your hips he drags you closer—back and forth, it was so slow. you’re grinding against his body and he thinks he’s feeling a certain type away. you know, that word. this entire view, seeing you top him like this—gojo was about to lose his mind, a fiery sensation pools low into his abdomen. you had him all hot and bothered, it didn’t take long before his thigh starts to bounce.

“are you?” you tease, leaning in to run your tongue against his perky nipples—oh, his reaction. it was priceless, he grips onto your hair this time, moving a few strands away from your face while you’re still riding him before he whimpers. with shaky lips, he begs for you to suck harder. you didn’t even know if he was into something like this, perhaps your best friend was a freak.

a freak in bed.

you wondered if he’d be like this if he got matched with some other random girl on tinder. being this whiney for them, but since you two were close maybe you had an exception.

“angelllll,” he drags out his words, and it’s cute. his tongue rolls a bit and beads of sweat start to race down the side of his forehead. “i’m gonna—”

suddenly, he grows quiet once his cock that was buried into your folds abruptly slips out.

he slowly looks up at you with a head tilt, and you’re staring right back up at him—he’s still panting with his hands attached to your hip. “oops,” he sheepishly laughs, trying to ignore how he was so close to shooting right inside of you. it squelched, you break away from his chest before kissing near his neck. he moans, aligning himself back against your entrance. “f-fuck that was kinda hot.”

“i can’t tell who sounds like the girl more,” you start to pant yourself, and you feel yourself coming close right with him—you briefly bite your lip before feeling such nerves sneak its way inside. his girth, it never failed to leave you speechless. with gojo, he was a bit thick but more so lanky—thin, yet he made sure to reach every crevice of your cunt. you felt him deep, the more his hold against your hips tighten—the more he’s pumping you full. you’re constantly leaning forward, cupping his face before sneaking a few kisses near the corners of his lips.

“shut up,” he rasps, and he’s close. you’re about to milk him dry—his breathing picks up and he presses his fingers right into your hips. strands of his hair runs through his face before he whines, head throwing back in pure bliss. “god, you do it so good—so good, ‘m gonna cum,” and then with pretty hooded eyes, he swallows before reaching between your legs. he runs a hand against your sopping wet cunt that was a sheer mess itself before sighing lowly, “where do you want it, angel? tell me if i should—”

“inside,” you whisper, and your voice was so close up to his ear that he could have just came from your voice and your voice alone. shivers ran through his body, your chest presses against his and he’s maneuvering quicker circles against your pussy. “f-fuck, ‘toru. ‘m gonna cum too.”

his ruffled hair was all in his face, it was cute. you’re being stuffed full—he’s so hefty you’re dizzy, approaching that release before seconds pass and you gush out. it comes out slow, a shockwave ripples out and you whimper—softly nibbling your teeth deep into the inside of his neck.

“oh f—fuckkk,” he babbles, and his voice ends up cracking, its adorable. both of his ears burn with radiating heat before he finishes, dumping a sloppy load of velvety ropes into your cunt. you literally did milk him, you bring your hips to a more slow stop—deeply grinding against him still and he slumps back. he pours so much into you he’s speechless himself, a hand hooked around your waist as you continue to swivel. “i just— i need you—shitttt.”

you stare at gojo and he’s all dumb, panting heavily. his chest heaves and tightens, loving the warmth of your plush thighs wrapping around him. “i.. i think i love you,” he abruptly says, and with his tone—it’s like in more of a question, he watches your shocked stare peer into him and he sighs. “i don’t wanna use dinder anymore, i— i just want you.”

“it’s called tinder, satoru,” you kiss near the side of his lip. “and i love you too, dummy.”

“really?” he looks at you, still smothered with a look of fatigue—he could go for more rounds but he needed a minute—plus he may or may not have a cramp in his leg. “soo when’s the wedding then?”

you deadpan and he sheepishly smiles at you, he’s still got a firm grip on your waist.

the feeling of gojo’s remains of cum just seeping down your thighs as you straddled him—still with his twitching shaft inside made you kiss your teeth a little. “i’m sure you’ll get cold feet, you’re scared of literally anything.”

“pft. girl, that’s not even remotely true. do you realize who you’re talking to?”

the arrogant gojo came back — you roll your eyes and he slyly grins, yet all the meanwhile he’s holding you close against your chest. you let him kiss you once more before you both pull away once his phone suddenly beeps.

a loud screeching notification . . you were assuming it was a text. he feels you shift a bit, turning to see what it was but pulls you closer towards him, deepening the kiss. you give up, locking your arms around him once more, preparing to start up your hips again.

oh, he tastes candied, sweet…

you moan straight into his mouth before the phone ends up beeping again and again.

consistently until it starts to get annoying, gojo grunts, departing from your honeyed lips. “who’s texting me, angel? thought i turned tinder notifications off.”

you grab his phone, it brights up from your fingertips hovering against the screen before you squint. “uh, it says . . . suguru geto?”

he repeats. “suguru ge—” and then he timorously runs a hand through his hair with a raised eyebrow. “oh. eh, what’d he say?”

you pause for a long moment before reading the message, by long—seven consecutive seconds to be exact, your lip twitching, slowly realizing as you skim through the text by this ‘suguru geto.’

“. . . he says that he had fun last night.”

“oh!”

[femme-malewife]

Everytime I get a job offer to be some sort of camp counselor I just wanna go helllllll no

I’ve played “The Quarry” I don’t fuck with that shit

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Game Day

Pairing: NHL!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You're a nanny for a famous NHL star player whom you have a major crush on. You take his son to one of his games, which he loves, but it's revealed later on that Steve wasn't playing for his son... he was playing for you.

Squares Filled: engagement (2021) for @avengersbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You’ve been sitting in the driveway for five minutes just contemplating whether or not you should go inside the house. This is your job. You shouldn’t be nervous. You’ve been coming here for two years. Should you look for a new job? Would that make things better? With a shake of your head, you get out of your car and head up the porch steps to the house.

You don’t even have to knock. Steve knows you’re coming over.

“Steve? I’m here,” you announce as you enter.

Steve doesn’t come down right away and you breathe a sigh of relief. You’ve had a major crush on him since you started working for him, but you’re his kid’s nanny. You can’t do anything with him anyway. Instead of facing your feelings, you push them down in hopes you can survive another day. It sucks because you love babysitting his son, Jasper. He’s such a sweet boy and has grown into a very energetic kid. You’ve been with Steve and Jasper since Jasper was born after Steve’s wife left him.

“Y/N!” Jasper squeals when he sees you.

Jasper runs over to you on little legs, and you scoop him up when he gets to you.

“Hi, Jasper! I’ve missed you so much!”

“I miss you!” he grins and hugs you tightly.

Steve comes jogging down the stairs to the left of you and your mouth immediately goes dry at his outfit. He is on the New York Rangers NHL team so he’s dressed in skin-tight clothing that will go under his official uniform. However, the skin-tight spandex stretches over his chest so deliciously that it’s taking everything in you not to set Jasper down and feel his bulging muscles. He has a game he needs to get going to so he asked you to babysit last minute. His sister was going to take him but she backed out at the last second due to medical reasons.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” he says.

You put Jasper down and he runs off presumably to get something for you.

“It’s no problem. I love being here.”

“Well, you know my schedule and everything about Jasper. I won’t have my phone on me so if you need anything, call Bucky. I asked him to be on call if anything happens.”

“Steve, don’t worry about any of this. I got this.”

“You’re the best.” He brings you in for a hug which causes you to stiffen up. His clothes don’t do a good job of hiding how strong he is. He is built like a monster even though he is one of the sweetest men you’ve ever known. “Oh, I’ll be home late. The team will probably want to hang out afterward, win or lose.”

“You guys are going to win,” you smile and pull away from him, “but I don’t mind staying a bit later. Be careful, it’s snowing a lot.”

“Nice to know you worry about me,” he winks.

Just like that, he’s gone. You let out the breath you’ve wanted to let out since seeing Steve in his uniform. Jasper comes back with a picture he was coloring shortly before you got here.

“Alright, Jas, what do you say? Want to surprise Daddy at work?”

“Yeah!” he giggles.

“Okay, let’s get ready.”

You were planning on going to the game with tickets you bought yourself, but what better way for Jasper to show his support than to be there for one of his dad’s games? Steve knows you love going to his games so he’s reserved seats for you if you ever wanted to go. It doesn’t matter if you go or not, those seats will always be available to you for every single game he plays.

You and Jasper get ready before getting into the car, and you make the careful yet short long ride to the stadium he’s playing in. The snow is coming down but not hard enough to keep people off the roads. Luckily, you’ve lived in New York all your life so you can navigate a few icy roads.

When you pay for parking, you two head inside and find your seats quickly. They are some of the best seats in the house, right in front. There is a small ledge between the glass and the wall that someone can stand on if they’re small enough. Jasper is only two, so his small feet fit perfectly on the ledge. You allow him to stand there while holding his legs so he doesn’t fall over.

Steve and his team skate onto the ice, and Jasper gets so excited that he starts doing a little dance and clapping his hands. Damn, he looks so good in his hockey uniform. He doesn’t have his helmet on yet since the game hasn’t started.

“Daddy!” he grins and taps on the glass with his tiny hands.

Steve skates around to get used to the feel of the ice beneath him. He looks at the audience in curiosity when his eyes lock on yours from across the rink. A smile breaks out on his face but he keeps himself from skating over to you. He waves at Jasper who waves back and you almost melt at how cute their relationship is.

The game is about to start but he is going to do his best to make every shot knowing you’re out there watching him.

The game starts off without a hitch, and you sit on the edge of your seat hoping Steve’s team wins. It’s neck and neck until the ref calls for a timeout to settle a disagreement on the points the Rangers just scored. Steve takes this moment to skate over to you and Jasper while taking his helmet off. He puckers his lips which means he wants a kiss from Jasper, and the small child kisses the glass since that’s the best he can do. Steve kisses the glass right over his son’s before winking at you.

It’s the smile combined with the wink that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. Why did he wink at you? Was he hinting at something more? Was it just friendly? He’s sending you mixed signals that are making you confused, but the last thing you’re going to do is ruin it and confront him about it.

The rest of the game went really well for the Rangers, and they won 38-30 just as the buzzer sounded off. Everyone who is in the stands are Rangers fans, so almost everyone cheers for that team. Steve and his team had to get off the ice fairly quickly and into the locker rooms so you didn’t have time to catch him after the game. Plus, he did say that he and his team are going to hang out afterward, win or lose, so it’s time to pack up and get back home.

“Alright, did you like that game?” you ask Jasper when you walk into the house.

“Yeah! Daddy was awesome!”

“Yeah, he was,” you grin. “I’m glad you had a good time but it’s nearly bedtime. I’ll read you your favorite story.”

“Okay!”

“Go brush your teeth and I’ll be right there.”

He runs off to his room while you grab a boxed dinner from the freezer. It has to microwave for ten minutes so you pop that into the microwave and heat it before going to Jasper’s room. He’s not a fan of brushing his teeth at night which is why it only took him thirty seconds to do it, but you’re working on getting him to do it longer.

Storytime only takes six minutes because Jasper is wiped out by today’s events. He didn’t do a lot of running around but he did do a lot of cheering and eating stadium foods. Bedtime has always been easy for Jasper, which you are grateful for.

By the time you got changed into comfier clothes, your dinner was done. For the next two hours, you eat dinner, drink some wine that Steve bought specially for you, and watch one of your favorite TV shows that you’ve seen a million times.

You don’t even realize you fell asleep until Steve got home two hours after that. He shakes off the snow from his jacket before hanging it up and finds you sleeping on the couch with the TV on low volume. Your half-eaten meal and empty wine glass sit on the coffee table, and he lets you sleep a little while longer as he cleans up your mess quietly.

“Doll, wake up,” he whispers and moves some hair away from your face. 

You jerk awake but calm immediately when you see it’s Steve. You look at the time and almost curse because it’s so late. You weren’t meant to fall asleep but you had an extra glass of wine that put you right out.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“I don’t mind. I only woke you up because you can sleep on something much more comfortable than this couch.”

“No, I should just go home. It’s pretty late.”

You get up and stretch, and Steve can’t help but look at the patch of skin that shows when your shirt rides up slightly.

“Y/N, it’s snowing pretty bad out there. I had a hard time seeing the road while coming back. Just sleep in my guest room. Honestly, it’s not a problem.”

You should have said no. You should have insisted on going home, but you didn't. Instead, you nod in agreement and follow him to the guest room. You have kept some of your clothes in here from when you had to stay the night previously, so you use those for tonight. After brushing your teeth and doing half of your skin-care routine, you get into bed. Snow isn’t as loud as rain when it hits the window, but you can see it through the shadows and patches of moonlight outside.

It’s hard to fall asleep knowing Steve is only a few doors down from you. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door and you know Jasper didn’t do that. You get out of bed and tread through the darkness to the door. Steve is standing outside fiddling with his hands. There is enough moonlight to light up his face so you don’t bother putting the lights on.

“Is everything okay with Jasper?”

“Yeah, he’s okay. He’s sleeping. I just didn’t thank you for bringing him to the game today.”

“I was already planning on going and figured what harm could it do to bring him along? He had a lot of fun, and he loved seeing you on the rink. You played really well.”

“Yeah, I had someone I needed to impress out there.”

Your heart beats faster at his words but you try to keep the conversation neutral.

“Well, your son was very impressed by you.”

Steve raises his arms to lean them against the frame of the door and moves a bit closer to you. Even in the darkness, you can see how blue his eyes are.

“That’s not who I was trying to impress.” You don’t think you can say anything to him even if you want to. What would you even say? He leans in closer until there is only a few inches between you. “Were you impressed by me?”

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

“If you tell me you’re impressed, I’m about to kiss you. So, were you impressed?”

“Maybe a little,” you tease.

He leans in the rest of the way and kisses you, and just like that, everything between you two changes. He only kisses you that night but makes it a point to do so after every game he plays for the rest of the season. Even when the season is over and done with, he still kisses you as if you’re the only woman that matters to him… and you are.

x

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[ch0lwrld]

nights like these

pairing: taehyun x f!reader

genre: college au, f2l, fluff, suggestive

warnings: shirtless taehyun (refer to picture above because god FUCKING DAMN IT TAEHYUN) also there's probably a lot of spelling errors and things that may not make sense cause I switched between my phone and my laptop multiple times writing this so just lmk in the comments... what you think!

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you didn’t expect anyone to be at the pool at this hour. it was past midnight and everyone had already said their goodnights so you thought this would be the perfect time to swim. you didn’t get to earlier when everyone had decided to go, far too busy finishing up last minute assignments while everyone rushed to get ready and head to the elevator.

it was supposed to be a relaxing three-day trip for the six of you before school started again. you had all saved up from last summer to afford this trip and make it the best but not last of all the trips you had planned. definitely not last. it was exciting and you loved traveling but if you didn’t finish up the last of your summer class you knew you would never get it done. so you stayed in your hotel room that you shared with hueningkai and he made a promise to bring back up your favorite gelato from the gelato stand in the lobby. it was sweet but you knew it was disappointing you couldn’t make it so you tried your best to finish as fast as you could before falling asleep after hitting submit. you really hadnt meant to but maybe all that lost sleep during the week before had hit all at once.

you were surprised to wake up with a blanket gently placed across your figure. you realized it was already nighttime with the only light in the room being from the moon casting its glow from the hotel window. you looked to your left to see kai already asleep in bed, cozied up between the five extra pillows he ordered to the room once you had checked in. it caused a small smile to break onto your face as you got up and stretched. you took a sip from the water bottle you had brought, the ice still fresh and cool within the bottle leaving a refreshing feeling down your throat.

you limbs ached from the awkward sleeping position you were in but now that you were wide awake you couldnt just go back to sleep. the pool started to seep into your thoughts, and after missing the opportunity earlier today you felt like it wouldn’t hurt to try tonight. the pool is open 24/7 but seeing as its not a very populated hotel you knew there wouldn’t be anyone daring to go this late in the night. better for you, you thought.

you decided to slip into the two piece you had bought awhile back. it was an expensive set for a broke college student such as yourself but so comfortable. your friend had recommended it last summer and you're glad you took their suggestion. it fit your figure well, hugging you at the waist and giving your bust a nice lift. it was in your favorite color and the shape really did it for you in ways you didn't know a swimsuit could. if you saw yourself you would probably take yourself out! not even kidding. after checking yourself in the mirror you slipped on a matching sarong and made your way to the pool.

when you reached the entrance you could only hear the subtle sounds of bubbling from the jets in the water and soft jazz music playing from the hotel speakers. it was nice and really set up the mood for your swim. you were so busy setting your things down and taking your time stepping into the shallow end to realize you werent alone. the person making themselves known with a short call from across the room.

“so you’re just gonna ignore me?”

you yelped almost slipping but your grip on the metal handrail was enough to save you of such an embarrassment. you looked over to see taehyun, shirtless in the jacuzzi area of the pool.

“don’t mind me though.. i’m enjoying the view.”

you gave a subtle roll of your eyes towards his direction when he let out that soft chuckle of his. you took a minute to take him in, shirtless and settled in the jacuzzi. god he looked good. Don’t get me wrong, he always looks good but right now.. in front of you.. he was something else. ethereal. the water droplets just complimenting his firm chest, the shitty lights glistened against his skin that he somehow made look so good.

“why are you even here? its like 1am?”

“i could ask you the same thing”

“okay well i thought you had a bedtime sir”

“just because i keep a well organized schedule doesnt mean anything and stop calling it a bedtime!”

you chuckle.

“whatever.” you say as you sink further into the water, enjoying the way the cool temperature sets all around your body. the water felt good against your skin and you missed the feeling of swimming every summer since away for college.

you chose to float around a little bit in the empty pool for a minute before he broke the comfortable silence.

"how was your nap? i know you must've needed it being a bio major and all."

"uh it was.. good, how do you even know I feel asleep?"

"..kai sent a pic of you to the gc."

"OMG he always catches me at the worst moment" you cried out as you waved your arms at his revelation. it caused a bit of water to splash around and he chuckled at your little action.

"don't worry, it was cute."

"yeah with my face in my keyboard." you retorted back.

he just laughed, that handsome sound resonating across the room and into your heart. if you couldn't even handle it from here you don't know what you would do up close.

"so are you gonna keep talking to me from there or are you gonna join me?"

of course he had to ask. the thought was tempting, especially when you consider the warm bubbling public bath that is the jacuzzi. and before you know it, your body takes charge over your reluctant mind.

you don't know who or what propelled you to start walking up the steps and towards his direction but you couldn't stop now. you needed to be able to handle yourself around him and maybe you would practice that... now in front of his shirtless, sculpted figure.

he looked even better up close, you didn't even know how a person could make the poor lighting so good.

finally, you took the first step, taking all the willpower in you to not shiver against his gaze. you felt how he stared at your figure from head to toe as you slowly submerged yourself into the jacuzzi, allowing the ripples in the water to guide you to a seat in front of him. the jets against your back felt nice, it was something you tried your hardest to focus on without being too obvious you were a little bothered in more ways than one.

you knew you shouldn't think about him like this, having been friends since elementary school. your true day one. that day you had met on the playground was still so vivid in your mind. he had been nearby when you slipped on the vault bar trying to impress your friends with a flip of your own. it was really embarrassing thinking back on it, your friends hadn’t moved an inch from their spots on the bar to check on you so you laid there body still on the red rubber floor and head still stinging from the impact. you wanted to lay there forever, if even your friends didn’t care then you shouldnt either and that meant not getting up. you were gonna close your eyes until a short head of hair appeared above you, blocking the sky from your vision.

“hey are you okay?” the boy you recognized from your class asked. his eyes stared into your own with utmost concern laced within them.

“uh.. yeah”

“here.” he lent out a hand for you to take. you were reluctant at first but eventually took it, he was sweet enough to ask you if you were okay so you might as well.

“my names taehyun!”

“my names y/n!” sharing his cheerfulness.

“wanna go play on the swings?”

you almost said yes immediately but looked back to see your friends still enveloped in their conversation about the dolls that were popular at the time. making a new friend wouldnt hurt, you thought.

“yes!” and took his hand in yours to run towards the swings before anyone else took them.

sitting there in front of him like this was normal. it wasn’t like you’ve never been swimming together its just that.. lately you realized how the term “best friends” didnt seem to fit the feelings you had towards him. and it made this moment feel.. different. you blame your little crush on that fact that he had a massive glowup after highschool and started working out more. his arms toned and bare in front of you glistened in the dim lights the pool room provided but it gave enough to allow you to see how the water droplets slide off of his skin so nicely, everytime he moved to adjust his position they would flex in a way that made you feel… god you need to stop ogling your best friend of all things but you couldn’t with the way he looked so addicting.

you easily slipped into conversation, talking to each other was easier than breathing and he was always someone you loved to listen to. he was so smart and you’ve known that being in several classes together. he always had great advice whenever you needed it and you appreciated every bit that was kang taehyun.

you hadnt realized how close you two had gotten in the jacuzzi until you reached out to push his chest from you after he had made a joke. it barely took anything to lift your arm up to push back his chest and your eyes widened at the contact. you may have let your hand wander a little too long against it, you couldnt help it! but as soon as you realized it you took your hand away. soon becoming embarrassed and slipping your arm back into the water at your side.

“y/n”

“yes?” you refused to look up. you knew there would be a teasing look on his face and you didnt want to give him the satisaction.

“look at me.” he requested. but after you had refused he took it into his own hands, quite literally, and placing his palms below your jaw, pulling your face up to look him in the eye.

“what?”

“nothing. just wanted to see your pretty face again.”

“stop messing around”

“im not though. you’re really pretty, y/n”

your cheeks couldnt help but turn into a reddish hue and your ears perked up at the compliment. he thought it was cute how easily flustered you got at the simplest of compliments.

“cute” he said, as he tucked a loose strand of your damp hair behind your ear.

“dont say things you dont mean, tae. i know you’re only teasing.”

“you think.. i'm just teasing?”

“well.. aren't you?”

“i never thought of it like that.. didnt know it came off that way.”

you felt bad you didnt mean to say anything that would hurt his feelings.

“i-“

“guess i’ll just have to spell it out for you now.” and he winked. god that wink.. it was so cheesy but you couldnt help the butterflies that swarmed your stomach.

you hadn't noticed how the distance between the two of you was nearly gone, your faces just inches apart and noses brushing past one another the more you stayed in this position. he was so close yet so far. you didnt know what to do, looking from his lips to his eyes in an attempt to see what lie beneath them. you didnt know what he was thinking or if it would be okay to

but, he knew what you were thinking, he always did. choosing to speak first.

“i want this. i want you”

“i… but”

“i want you, y/n”

it was enough to pop the turmoil that sat in your stomach and make the first move. crashing your lips onto his and allowing your arms to snake from their stilled position and around his neck. you loved the way you felt him shiver under your touch when you ran your hand through his hair. the way his hands seemed to find purchase at your waist, massaging circles into your hips felt too good to be true. you loved the way he tasted, the familiar minty toothpaste he used still laden on his tongue.

“god, you’re so beautiful”

you never knew you would hear those words escape from his lips. sure he’s called you cute and pretty numerous times before but never in the way he says it now. chests colliding and bodies moving in sync as if it was meant to be like this forever.

his words only allowed the heat against your cheeks to brighten and he knew you were blushing. making it worse as he teased your sides causing u to squirm against his hold.

“you don’t know.. how long.. i’ve been wanting to do this with you. to do this to you.” he said between kisses.

“god, you make me crazy” you couldnt agree more.

maybe it was the heat from the passionate makeout sesh you were having with tyun or the still warm jacuzzi but your senses were constantly on overdrive. completely enveloped in the feeling he gave you. it left tingles down your spine and your brain on 100. your legs felt like jelly with the way he so expertly knew how to hold you, knew how to touch you to make you melt against him. it made you wonder if you knew him the same too?

“WTF get a room!”

you immediately jumped back at the sound of another voice coming from the doorway. but taehyun held you firm, looser than before but close enough for you not to leave his side. you could see the way he stared at the voice with such annoyance.. you knew you shouldnt have been feeling this way especially with a third party now in the room but the butterflies really flew down to your kitty causing you to clench your thighs together.

“go back to your room, beomgyu.”

“yeah yeah i can see. you’re busy.”

“whatever.”

“don’t mind me then!” beomgyu shouted.

he finally looked away from gyu as a big splash is heard from the main pool followed by a few other voices you can tell are getting closer to entering the room. the expression on his face immediately softens as he locks eyes with you. and he leans down to whisper in your ear

“why dont we find ourselves another place… to continue”

god he made you feel so crazy. but you didnt want it to stop.

you followed him like a puppy, still latched to his side hands intertwined. you allowed him to walk you two to his room which was fortunately just him. he had won the bet to have a room to himself and now it really was putting all the benefits to work. (in his favor?)

but once you had got into the room he got shy.

“ah sorry.. maybe you dont want to actually.. continue..” he said as he scratched the back of his neck.

“uh no no dont be sorry i..”

“i wont.. i wont do anything if you say you dont want to”

“i want to. i want you. i really do.. now more than ever im sorry thats its taken me so long to-“

then he places a quick kiss to your lips as he whispers against it, already missing the feel of his plush pink against yours that are probably brazen red. “then we don’t need to waste anymore time now.”

and it was back to the feeling he gave you in the jacuzzi. the jets in the water hitting your back now absent, but instead replaced by the feeling of his strong hands having found purchase on your waist again. you fit into him so well it made him feel dizzy. he couldn't get enough of you. he slowly guided you to the bed, hands lifting your legs up against his instinctually wrapping around his waist as he softly laid you down on the bed. he broke the kiss to place more against your jawline and down your neck to your collarbone. he nipped at areas you didn’t know could arouse you, soft mewls escaping your lips at the feeling of his teeth grazing against your skin. you tugged a bit at his hair, testing the waters. you earned a deep grunt resonating from his position at your chest.

he was wrapped around your finger even if you didn’t know it. anytime spent with you is never a waste, but he would make up all of the lost time you could’ve had together in this position over and over again. but he didnt need to tell you that.. he could just show you instead.

and show, he did.

[thesadboisguidetolife]

My sweet angel @iamanimaginarybeing tagged me to post a selfie and answers some questions so here we go!!

Had to pull the shirt down because these trunks leave NOTHING to the imagination lol also because this shirt is one of my favorites

Are you named after anybody? I was actually given my name BECAUSE my mom didnt want me to have the "family name" lol

Do you have any kids? i do! i dont talk about it much though because its not my place to put out my kids info like that unless they're comfortable with it.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Nooooooooooooooo. Not at aaaalllllll.

When was the last time you cried? Oh babe, i cry a good amount lol. there was a post i reblogged about the guy who went back to retake this picture in this old timey place that had me misty eyed. If we're talkin like haaaard cry..... a couple of weeks ago my depresso got kinda bad and i had me a little cry in the shower. but im good now 🥰

Whats the first thing you notice about people? oh God im gonna come across SUPER LA but, the vibes. Whether someones timid, loud, how they talk, body language, just the whole thing.

Eye Color? Brownish?!?! Ive been told i have little bits of green in them but please don't look into my eyes. I get embarrassed and feel uncomfortable in a comforting way if that makes ANY sense at all

What sports do you/have you played? Soccer and Basketball in teams growing up. Nothing much other than that lol

Any Special Talents? I can knit, crotchet, play guitar, bass, ukulele, im decent with a sewing machine, i can cook, i would like to think that im getting better at photography, i can pop my left shoulder out of my socket (?) haha this ones hard for me.

Where were you born? In the Antelope Valley, Southern California.

Scary Movies or happy endings? Scary Movies WITH Happy Endings. FUCK The Strangers. I love/hate that movie so much and i know it goes against my answer because it has one of thee most fucked up endings but.....damn lol

Do you have any pets? 2 cats

How Tall are you? a humble 5'6". lol

Favorite subject in school? Cooking, followed by French, followed by Weight Training lol

Dream Job? Cook at the Queer Commune lol honestly, i think im currently working on something id LOVE to do till the end of time but we'll see. I dont want to jinx it

Imma tag @sucker-for--anything-acoustic @campcrow2 @adamsmasher @floofiest-doof @beast-0f-lavendertown @circle-of-power @odeada-nightspawn @jambos6 @spider-boy1989 @skiingcows @snikt-yip @penismage @traumadumpling @chibi-masshuu @kaleidoscope-cosmic-power for now 🥰

[churromancermasterofchurros]

“I just came from r/196” ask game

Saw another post. I think I should invite y'all to one of our longstanding traditions. Answer the questions then tag 10 (or more) people. I'll go first.

Name? Call me whatever, just dont call me late to dinner.

Pronouns and gender? he/him Guy

Sexuality? Hetero

Country? USA

Top 5 fandoms? Im into a lot of different things, but i would say im more a casual viewer in general. Some things i used to follow on reddit were gravity falls, AtLA, Pathfinder2e, stranger things, etc.

What is your Most forbidden snack? Probably erasers. Rubber makes good stim.

Would you pet a bug? Depends on the bug, but sure.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. a weird fact about me would be that i have a slight notch in my left ear. Noone knows where it came from. Mom joked she bit my ear as a child. *shrugs*

What does the color blue taste like? The color blue im thinking of probably has a sweet vanilla taste.

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? My wife on our wedding day. I cried.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? I threw lemons at stop signs when i was a kid?

Probably not the stupidest thing, but the easiest one to think of.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? I knew someone who used the phrase "don't take the little things for granite"

Hyperfixation song? Probably Death by Melanie Martinez, but honestly the whole Portals album slaps.

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? I just yoinked my pic off the internet cuz i like dnd, but the name is dnd related too. I love necromancers, im mexican, i love churros, i like being silly. So i mooshed it all together.

Dream career as a child? Actor.

Dream career as an adult? Sugar baby. I just want to live comfortably with my family and spend time with them and doing odd hobbies..

Thoughts on cilantro? I could take it or leave it.

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? No, never. Ive definitely banned some places from me though.

What is your cursed food combination? I like cheese on my pb&js? I get weird looks for that one at least.

Trans rights? Fuck yea! Be who you are, beautiful people.

@allurasiren @schermit @dyinggoosenoises @happy-peppermint @aphr0dyke @calicostorms @wolfenchant

Sorry if yall have got hit with this already. :P

[tigermousse]

Rewritten

genres: dating simulator, otome, comedy, romance

Did you ever wanted your favorite book character become alive? Of course, you did. So in this game MC has a chance to meet characters from books and even fall in love with one of them (or with every one of them). Because they came out of their books to help MC open her aunt's bookstore in time. You will have a lot of work, but also plenty of time to spend it with your bookish bachelors. You can talk to them, found a place in our world that they would like to visit for a date, and even read into their story - literally - and find more about them.

This game is pretty short, cute, funny and colorful. It is lighthearted and heartwarming, with a tiny bit of drama. The art style is unique, because it differs for every character.

Because a novel is so short, romance feels too rushed, of course. Characters confess love after two days knowing each other. Ok, let's call it love on the first sight.

(yeah, on the first day it is too soon, let's talk about love in two days)

The other problem is that each route alone lacks a conclusion. I think that a little scene in the end would be nice. But after all, if you finish all the routes, you will have a conclusion and some bonus pictures.

MC (Nameable)

MC got a degree in English literature, but now she has a writer's block and in the meanwhile decided to come and help her aunt with the bookstore-opening project and maybe gather some inspiration for writing in the future. Hopefully romance with a book character will help with it.

She is funny, sassy and independent, but kind. I would say that her personality more or less depends on the character she is pursuing

My rating 4/5

Love Interests (MILD SPOILERS AHEAD):

Klaus

Klaus is literally the strong silent type. He is the knight from a fantasy novel and he doesn't talk a lot, but when he does, it is appropriate and to the point. He's really so cute, especially after first date. How can you not love a man, who loves all the creatures, big and small? And also cooks! Definitely a keeper.

My rating 5/5

Dr. Vincent Asimov Nightshade

Nightshade is a [mad] biology scientist from a sci-fi novel. He has seven PhD in botany - and other kinds of fantastic botany. A typical tsundere, and I love tsunderes, scientists and men in glasses. He's a bit of a narcissist, he likes talking about himself. He's sassy, clever but in fact you will find it east to embarrass him, because deep in his soul he's bashful and afraid of his own feelings. So he's confused, but it is a good thing that he will have MC at his side to help him sort the thing out.

My rating 4,5/5

Rosamel

Rosamel is the opposite of Nightshade. He's a poet from a fairy tale and he's in love with love. Sweet-talking, tender and romantic. Prepare yourself for a full-time love bombarding from him.

He seems giddy and airy, but I really loved how bittersweet his backstory turned out. You'll find out why despite his appearance his favorite color is blue and not pink.

My rating 5/5

Amos

Amos is a PI from a mystery detective series that MC liked as a kid. He's working with a bright young detective girl and speaks very fondly of her. So he's the only one whom MC really knew before. He's funny, smart and has got a bubbly personality and a zest for life. There's so many things that will light his interest. And he won't stop talking about them.

For me his story and character were a bit bland, not my cup of tea, but he is a nice guy anyway.

My rating 4/5

Morgan MacAllister (Mac)

Mac is a sea captain from a classic adventure novel which MC has heard about, but hasn't read, because she was intimidated by the seriousness of it. Probably it is a reference to a Moby Dick, though the plot of Mac's book ші different.

He's looking pretty much intimidating and not very talkative. Definitely not a romantic. But if MC chooses to know him better, she'll find out that he has a kind heart and a crude sense of humor. In the past he was harsh to his crew and did thing that he regrets now. But nevertheless now he's caring about MC and tries hard to help her and make her feel comfortable.

My rating 3,5/5

Overall:

Visual: 5/5

Story: 4/5

Characters: 5/5

Romance: 3/5

Originality: 3/5

My Rating: 4/5

The game is free! You can get it on itch.io

[diamond-punk0963]

Descending Through Madness: Mad Hatter!Spencer Charnas HCs

(Note: My recent request from @starshoteyes is what pulled me into making this post. Huge shout out to them! I hope you like this!)

~Headcanons~

Spencer would be more of a horror take on the mad man rather than what people would usually think of the mad hatter as.

Is obsessed with the number, nine. (Keeps everything in sets of nine)

Carries pocket knives with him in his jacket at all times. (To play with or use as a weapon)

He has zero idea how many pocket knives he owns. (He just usually takes them with him and goes on with his day)

If he were to unload every knife he has, it would take HOURS for him to be fully unarmed. (Even then, he probably had a few on him that he forgotten about)

Lives in a dark forest, away from civilization. (Mainly because he’s an outcast from the local towns and kingdoms)

Has probably drank blood that was mixed into his tea without noticing. (I’ll let you decide how it got there)

A common thief (he doesn’t have a job because no one will hire him) in stealing tea and whatever items he can get his hands on. (He’s gotten himself into trouble, due to this)

His tea set is made up of cracked, broken tea cups that he either stole or found as it was left abandoned. (Again, can’t afford a proper set so he would have to make due with that he can grab)

Often gets tangled within the straps of his jacket. (He would either need help with getting untangled or he just finds a way to operate while being tangled)

He doesn’t have a favorite flavor of tea but would take any red-colored tea that would look the closest to blood as possible.

His clothes were also something that he stole over the years. (Probably modified to fit him better)

Loves messing around with other people, playing his game of insanity towards those who would fall into his trap.

When it comes to food, it would also be something he needed to steal for survival. (It isn’t all that great, not having any coins for food supplies)

Perceived as insane but really, his thought process is just different than everyone else’s. (He wishes someone could understand him, though.)

Has a soft red blanket to keep himself warm for when he sleeps either at his tea table or at the small house that he lives in. (House was abandoned but he managed to keep it lively as much as he could.)

Doesn’t speak in riddles or rhymes but will probably talk your ear off about spooky stories. (He loves anything spooky.)

Made his hat from materials he managed to obtain and random stuff that he could find within the nearest villages.

His fingerless gloves (not pictured in photo) were something that Spencer made on his own.

Due to his low income, a lot of what Spencer has is either stolen, abandoned, or made by his own hands. (He learned to be crafty at a young age)

Has major sweet tooth. (Strawberry tarts and cherry filled pastries are his favorite)

Has a TERRIBLE sense of direction. (Literally gets lost in the forest, almost every single day. Only way that he didn’t get lost was because he carved roman numerals of nine onto trees to guide his way home.)

Prized possession of his is a stuffed rabbit that he kept as a kid. (Sometimes, he cuddles with it in his sleep if he’s having nightmares)

Loves reading books in his spare time. (Has a small collection of books in his small house)

Very much introverted by default. (Doesn’t have much friends from being isolated from everyone in his home)

He would have tea parties on his own. (Which basically involves him just sipping on tea and wandering through the tea party area)

Has a habit of carving the nine roman numeral on anything he can use his knife on. (It helps him occupy his mind)

Has he ever killed anyone? Not even he knows the answer to that question. (He probably has)

Probably has scars on his hands from the number of times that he has cut himself from playing with his pocket knives. (May have gotten the nine numeral scar at the palm of his hand, due to it)

Uses his gloves (fingerless or fully covered) to cover up his hand scars. (Gets a little self-conscious about it but half of the time, he just doesn’t care about it)

Huge addict to anything strawberry and cherry related. (Again, it reminds him of blood. The dark it is, the better)

Probably paints his nails black or dark red. He does mix-match on the polish. (He gets polish on his fingers but keeps it because he likes the mess of it.)

Looks like he could kill you but he’s actually a cinnamon roll. (Probably the type that’s messed up in the head but he means well)

Keeps a broken pocket in his jacket, always stuck on nine o’clock. Inside, there’s an old picture that he doesn’t let anyone see. (The one items he keeps close to his heart, literally)

Although he likes the quiet atmosphere, he does crave having a companion. (Tried making friends in the past but failed since no one wanted to hang around someone like him)

[angelsdevils]

Flufftober: Day 5❤️

Title: The Perfect Date Word Prompt: Pumpkin Patch October 5, 2022 Taglist: @omakeomuomu

Flufftober Masterlist

Chifuyu back hugged you as you were doing your hair. You gave him a small smile through the mirror as he placed multiple kisses on your cheek. 

“Fuyu, I am trying to get ready.” 

“I know, but I wanna hug you.” 

“We are going to be late for our date, eh? It’s fine, the Pumpkin fair will be happening all day. We won’t miss it.” 

“Tsk~” You shook your head slightly before turning your head to press a small kiss to his lips. You smiled slightly and he sighed softly before letting you go. 

“I will wait out here, I know you like to be on time,” he said. You laughed and nodded and continued to get ready. 

After about twenty minutes, you were finished and walked out of the bathroom. Chifuyu looked you up and down before blushing a bright red. 

“You look absolutely gorgeous. Like always, but wow, I love that color on you,” he said. 

“Really? I was trying something different. So get more of this color?”

“Yes, it’s perfect.” 

“Noted, shall we go?” 

“Mhmm…” You both walked out of the house, and you got into the car as he locked the door. Once he got in the car he started driving to the pumpkin carnival. 

“So, how is Kazutora?” You asked and Chifuyu nodded his head.

“He is doing great, a lot better. He is still adjusting to being out of jail, but he is doing better. He is a nervous wreck about meeting you.” 

“What? Why me?” 

“Well, it’s been ages since he actually talked to a female except for the ones that worked in the prison. Plus, he saw a picture of you.”

“Huh?”

“What? I keep a picture of us in the back, sometimes I can’t talk to you when I am at work ‘cause it gets busy.”

“Oh geez, what did he say?” 

“He asked if you were my sister and if you were if you were single. He also said that you were gorgeous. He instantly went into an apologizing mode, as soon as he learned you were my girlfriend.” 

“That’s adorable. You didn’t threaten him did you?” You narrowed your eyes at him and Chifuyu shook his head.

“Please, I love it when people compliment you on me. Because I get to brag about it, and they see how lucky I am. It’s when they start flirting with you when I get jealous and start threatening.” 

You rolled your eyes though there was a wide smile on your face. You and Chifuyu never really got jealous, when someone else admitted how attractive the other was and how lucky you guys were to have each other because it was true. 

“I love you Fuyu~” 

“I love you too~”

He took your free hand in his and you both fell quiet listening to the music. It didn’t take long to get to the pumpkin carnival. When you guys arrived, kids were running around, candy apples were being given out, and pumpkins were being carved.

“I can’t wait to ride to do the Hayride,” Chifuyu said. 

“Me too, I haven’t done it since I was younger.”

“I know, that’s why I wanted to bring you.” 

He parked the car, and you both got out of the car. He instantly took your hand, and you both decided to do the Hayride last. You both were laughing, as you guys carved pumpkins, did a few colorings, eating a bunch of sweets.

The time finally came, and he grabbed your hand leading you to the wagon. The driver allowed you guys in, and you realized it was only the two of you.

“Eh? Are they not coming?” You asked and the guy shook his head and started it. You shrugged and laid your head on Chifuyu’s shoulder with a wide smile. 

“Thank you, I am having so much fun. Today couldn’t get better,” you said. You kissed his cheek and he squeezed your hand gently.

“Actually it could…” he mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” You asked looking at him. You took your head off of his shoulder, as the wagon stopped in the middle of the pumpkin patch. He jumped out of the wagon before helping you out of it. 

“Well, first turn around.” He said, and you looked at him confused but did as he said. You looked behind you to see different pumpkins lined up, as well as the person you recognized to be Kazutora.

He waved awkwardly and gave you a gentle smile.

“Finally nice to meet you (Y/N), uh… now? Chifuyu?” He asked and Chifuyu nodded his head. Kazutora turned around each pumpkin.

“It’s… nice to meet you too…” You said, before looking down at each pumpkin. 

1st Punkin: Will

2nd Pumpkin: You

3rd Pumpkin: Marry

4th Pumpkin: Me

5th Pumpkin:? 

You quickly turned to Chifuyu, who was on one knee holding a ring. You could see the nervousness clouding his eyes and smile. 

“C-Chifuyu?”

“So? Will you? I always loved you, since middle school. And these years that we have been together had made me the happiest person alive. I would love to spend the rest of my life with you, building my life and family with you. So will you?” 

You felt your tears start to fall, and the guy in the wagon only chuckled.

“Well, young lady. Don’t leave him hanging, being in his position is nerve-wracking.” He said and you couldn’t help but laugh as you wiped your tears.

“Yes, of course. Yes, a million times.” You jumped into his arms and he wrapped his arms around your waist holding you tightly. He visibly relaxed as you both shared a sweet kiss. He slipped the ring on your finger and you couldn’t help but laugh against his lips. 

You pulled away, and he wiped your tears, and several photos were taken. You looked over to see Kazutora was taking multiple photos. 

“Congratulations you two.” 

“Thanks, Kazu~ couldn’t have done this by myself,” Chifuyu said and Kazutora nodded before looking at you with a smile. You wrapped Kazutora in a hug too, and he tensed causing Chifuyu to laugh at the poor guy.

“Well we should probably go back, I am sure others wanna ride,” Chifuyu said and he helped you in the wagon before grabbing the pumpkins with Kazutora who rode back. 

“Okay, I take everything back. NOW it has been the best date ever.” You said and Chifuyu nuzzled your cheek. 

“Yeah~”

“Gross, I am here,” Kazutora teased Chifuyu who shot him a glare. You laughed at the two friends before laying your head on Chifuyu with the biggest smile as you looked at the ring.

© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted etc. I do not own the character, but I own the plots to these stories.

[alexissara]

The Iconic Matriarch

[Art by Kanesha Bryant from Thirsty Sword Lesbians: Advanced Lovers and Lesbians]

The Matriarch in Thirsty Sword Lesbians is one of my artistic prides and joys. I've created lots of comics, short stories and worked on several games. The Matriarch to me is a design stand out. I want to talk about the design of that playbook more specifically sometime but instead I just want to talk about the iconic for the playbook here. The iconic here is an AU version of my OC Jillain Owlnight. Jill originated as a NPC character in a roleplay that was the adoptive mother of one of my partners OCs. I really loved her and so did she. Jillian was a lawyer who did her best to help people, she was a scrapy woman in independent practice and single just doing her best. Still she was wise, she loved magical stuff, was a big fan of birds and was did her best by her new kid.

She recurred in some other roleplays as a mother figure as a staple wink and a nod or as someone's lawyer. Eventually though, she was brought into Love Beyond The Holy Light, which was a webnovel I had been working on for a while as a powerful witch with an affinity for owls, a POV character and the mother of another POV character. This fantasy version of her was probably my most in-depth dive into her as a character. This and the following modern roleplay really finished the refinement of what this character was.

Jillian is a trans woman who lived a really hard life with bad parents, runs away from home and has fend for herself or is taken in by some magical bird, either way she is living a fairly different life than other kids. She gets a lot of skills because she needs to be all around good to survive and the lesbian falls in love with a girl, typically after years there is a sad break up, she goes through a flop era and gets her shit together when there is a kid in need that she had to care for. From there on Jill is a mega mom, she does everything for her kids and tries her best to make the world a better place. Maybe she slips up at one point, sells her morals for the kids safety or comfort but eventually turns around to do right by her kids.

Which brings us to this iconic AU version of Jillian. I wanted a version of her to do something new with less baggage. I think I said to just warrior her up at first but I was asked to provide a bit more detail and I suggested a bit more of a Sci-fiy kind of vibe. Kanesha then used the very little guidance to make this master piece. I don't know what they intended but clearly they took inspiration form the playbook too, where they gave Jillian mob boss vibes since one of the examples for The Matriarch is a mob boss. The amazing details were basically all their idea.

After getting it here is kinda how I picture everything about her working but this is just my headcanon, I hope people take her and do whatever their brains come up with for her. To me this version of Jillian runs a queer gang. Their all about bashing back and smashing the system. She is a very proud mom of her kids wearing stuff they made for her. Each color of bean represents a different kid she has taken under her wing. The eye patch was made by a sweet daughter of hers as well and the bracelets were gifts from her oldest daughter. She rips off the rich and gives back to the queers posing as a CEO or something to explain the luxuries her organization affords people.

Her family mechanic is her right hand in the mob, one of her older kids and her wife. Jillian has Been around from her experience living on the streets and traveling for jobs and warm food. Then she has In The Family due to her crime family being a known force that is not to be fucked with.

Anyway, that was my idea for the iconic here. Have you played The Matriarch, if you have what were they like? Do you have any ideas for one or been in a game with one? Did the Iconic art give you any ideas like it did for me? I'm also just always happy to hear about any TSL OC, let me know in the replies and stuff.

If you enjoyed this or anything else I've wrote, consider subscribing to my patreon to help me make more good lesbian and trans art. https://www.patreon.com/AlexisSara

[betchasnatcher]

hi pallas ^_^ ! what are your fav hat flairs and color palletes & costume. maybe you have a favorite combo of clothes/palettes. you can show if it's convenient for you. also love the design of this blog

heyyyyy :3 title screen answered for me lol (its right)

as much as i like the default outfit (a lot) my fav costume is definitely the comfy sweater! when i first played my fav hat flair was the dinosaur hood :) nowadays i think the most about the raccoon ears ice hat & default sprint hat. while i never payed any attention to it at all i lately took a liking to the ladybug band :) i dont remember where exactly i found its official, and ive lost the link to the account, but apparently there was an official a hat in time curiouscat account where questions were answered by hat kid? and a few years ago i looked through it and i remember there was something about her wanting to paint her nails red w black dots / the ladybag pattern..? so i think its probably a nod to that! also a flair i LUV is the headphones time hat, although not pictured.

aesthetically, my fav dye is the minty fresh one (pictured on the right), but one i feel the most strongly about is the blueberry pie because its one that always makes me recall an old friend talking about on their private blog. that makes it dear and nostalgic. oh, also, the ribbon is very cute :) i always think about snatcher helping hat tie it, even though shes most likely plenty capable of doing that herself lol

im also very attached to dweller masks, especially the fox and... pink... ones. i used to have a pinkmask dweller on my various social media icons at some point, as well as a blog about kinning it, essentially... i have mixed feelings about it but it was a nice time. in the beta, i believe its incredibly strongly implied that the fox mask belonged to the prince! i mean, its found in the cellar of a place painter/prince used to live in (according to betasnatcher at least), and moonjumpers theme was included in the ost renamed to "fox mask theme"... id say thats pretty explicit. i dont mind people having fun designing their own masks for them, but it really boggles my mind to know im probably the first ever person to publicly talk about this connection...

as for mods! the pleasant parka is adorable, im such a sucker for cute winter clothes ;_; & the miku scarf goes pretty well with the queens dress, with the snowflake motifs, even more so since i hc vanessa to having been a very sickly person. unrelated to mods, i never played w the justice dye but its so sweet seeing hat/bow emulate the way mu looks, i cant not read that in a positive light ;_;

thanks for the ask i luv ahit customization so much. its lots of fun. luv talking about it

[playhousemassacrez]

Poppy Playtime headcanons I made! (Part 2)

Pink is for AU, blue is for canon and purple is for random things that don't make sense, but I thought it would to me.

Huggy often acts like a cat. Whenever he hisses, cleans his fur with his hand or looking like those funny cat meme pictures.

Stella is Dutch. Her family moved to America in 1964.

The reason why Poppy's eyes are bloodshot and red because it’s actually her real eyes being used.

Kissy knows how to knit.

Bron is the oldest of the toys and Baby Long Legs is the youngest.

Despite having intelligence, Huggy can’t help himself from being the “king of stupid”, or whatever Mommy claims him as.

Huggy knows how to play the ukulele.

Skittles is Huggy's favorite candy.

Kissy knows how to do yoga.

The toys often treat Poppy like a baby, even though she clearly hated it. It wasn’t their fault. They just wanted to keep her safe.

Baby Long Legs is three years old, despite being a "baby".

Patty was demoted after “sabotaging” the paint machine. That’s when she met Rich and fell in love with him.

Cat-Bee thinks she’s an actual bee.

Poppy always finds ways to get dirty.

The toys hate to be called "monsters".

Cassie Cutie-Pillar is PJ's owner after she was taken and was experimented on.

The new owner of Playtime Co. took over the company after Elliot passed away. His name was Edward.

The toys have human stomachs so they can eat. Dr. Harvey says it was made to “tailor” their appetite. But it’s not the case.

Poppy always wants to look her best.

Bron was going to be orange, but Elliot was colorblind, so Playtime Co. changed Bron's color to red.

Marie never had extreme night terrors ever since she was brought to Playtime Co. until CatNap was brought to Home Sweet Home.

The reason why Huggy is seen with a yellow bow on his “Remember to take breaks!” poster than his blue bow is because that’s what Playtime Co. had for the cartoon series that only ran for three seasons in the early 90’s before the studio that made the cartoon, and the Smiling Critters cartoon went defunct after the recall of CatNap.

Marie is very flexible at such a young age. Playtime Co. thought that this was a homage to their new toy at the time.

Candy Cat gets sick whenever she eats too much candy.

Poppy doesn’t like Mommy that much sometimes. She's sometimes scared of her.

After Poppy was successful, Playtime Co. made more dolls like Poppy. These include a black Poppy named Violet, a Chinese Poppy named Lily Lee and a male Poppy named Ben Bluebell. These many Poppy variations never saw the light of day.

Stella and Claire knew each other in college.

When Huggy escaped the factory for the first time, he was so confused and scared by everything he saw, like seeing trees taller than him and grass. The only time he saw these things around him were in picture books or drawings the children made.

Marie was the big sister type and the kids looked up to her a lot since they saw her as the older sister some of them never had. Some kids would even try to comfort her when she has her night terrors.

Stella joined Playtime Co. because she liked the idea of being a part of so many children’s upbringings by providing them with the toys that would shape them.

Rich struggles with regulating his volume. He knows there’s a volume rule, he just never knows how loud he’s being.

Bunzo's teeth are actually not that sharp. They're like puppy teeth.

The Poppy dolls are made of some form of porcelain or china.

[aajjks]

i got you, girl! we’re in this TOGETHER!

mommy issues!JK

“ughh, what do you want!!” you laugh “i’m just playing, hey jungkook” you step aside to let your neighbor in who, for a second, took your prank a little seriously. when he looks around your apartment, it’s surprisingly vague. you don’t have pictures hung up on your walls, and your living room isn’t decorated in all kinds of fancy, bright colors. the only thing that is colorful is your lava lamp that sits on your coffee table but even the coffee table is vague.

“i know, pretty boring right? alina tells me all of the time to decorate my apartment but i’m too lazy to do it” you laugh as you head to the kitchen to finish cooking the meal you made for you and your guest.

this isn’t jungkook’s first time being over your home. one time he needed you to watch seol for a little while since eunwoo and alina were out of town and there was no way in hell he was going to let his grandfather watch him, so he went to you. long story short, he didn’t really take in the surroundings of your apartment. instead, he took another souvenir of yours that he still has to this day. he wonders if you know that it’s missing.

but never mind that, sure your apartment is pretty plain but that has nothing to do with you as a person because in jungkook’s eyes, you’re far from plain. your the woman that has both him and his son wrapped around your finger but you don’t even know it. you’re too dedicated to your job and suppressing your feelings to pay jungkook’s attraction towards you any mind.

“are you hungry? i made bulgogi with sweet white rice. my mom used to make this all of the time when i was a kid, ’s my favorite” you say as you make a plate for yourself and jungkook who takes his time to look around your apartment but when you aren’t looking, he’s meddling with your lava lamp.

“if you’re thirsty, i can make you something to drink. i have water, sea moss if you’re feeling frisky, fruit punch, or wine but it’s not that alcoholic. it’s pretty sweet because i don’t like bitter drinks”

since you’re the hostess, you’re doing your best to accommodate whatever jungkook may want or need, even if he doesn’t want anything. it’s not often that you have guests over but when you do, you want them to be comfortable. you wonder if jungkook thinks you’re talking to him as “ms. y/n” and not just “y/n.” you’ve only known him as mr. jeon with a 5-year old kid you teach, but now things are a little different.

the lines you made VERY clear to your parents are beginning to blur just a tad. watching seol wasn’t too much but voluntarily going on a dinner date with his dad when you don’t want seol to see you as his mother is definitely blurring the lines. it’s crossing a lot of boundaries too but you’ll keep your lips tight about it because it’s just “an outing.”

nothing serious, just an outing.

he doesn’t even KNOW you, so maybe the lines are too blurred.

“here” you hand jungkook his plate of food you made for him and a glass of the drink he preferred.

“so, what’s this dinner date supposed to be about? i’m flattered that you asked for me to be your date”

~🫧

Dammit he’s sure that you’re his soulmate.

You even made his favorite food and you said that it’s your favorite too?! that can’t be a coincidence because you’re meant to be, as he is sitting across the dining table with you, it’s like you’re on a date and to him? you are.

And he cannot even begin to describe just how delicious the food is. He took it with a little bit of fruit punch because he loves flavors of all kinds, Jungkook feels so calm in your apartment, because even though it is a little plain as you like to say, but it’s perfect actually.

He cannot help it-the food is so delicious, but he’s barely managing to hold his moaning in, you are really a great cook, but if he really lets his reaction out, you’re going to think that he’s a creep.

“Ms yn.. wow this is delicious- even more so than my mother’s like you’re amazing!” he’s got this angry expression on his face so you might be a little confused, but that’s how he gets when the food is too delicious.

“Seol actually doesn’t really like any kind of meat so it’s really rare that I get to eat bulgogi…” he pouts while he continues to eat.

Him and food are a different love story.

You look so pretty pretty in your casual clothes without any makeup on and your hair looks to be a little wet but honestly he’s liking it a lot.

And he can tell you smell so good because your scent is all over the house, you smell, so sweet just like candy. He loves it. “Oh yeah.. first of all thank you for agreeing to be my date… you don’t even know how much this means to me.” He says, as he wipes his mouth with a napkin that you bring him.

You’re so domestic and so pretty.

“It’s just a parting dinner I guess? My boss actually sold the company to the Jangs… so they’re gonna take over soon… it’s kind of like a celebration dinner too.. and it’s really mandatory for the workers to go there so I couldn’t really ditch it-and I needed a date.” He says, “did you know that I am the manager there so it’s really important for me to be there I got promoted.”

He’s currently bragging about his position in the company, but he should because he wants to impress you. He wants you to think that he’s reliable he can take care of you.

He’s gotten more than enough money- actually that’s family money and he’s not on the best terms with his family, but his mother occasionally visits him and her grandchild, his sister is actually married to the love of her life and is living in America, with a really sweet seven-year-old daughter.

“ I.. don’t know if I should tell you this, but it would be better if you knew… my boss is going to be my ex fiancé? Jang Nara…. But I didn’t want to marry her. It was my family’s decision… so I hope you don’t mind that please don’t decline to go with me.. I swear you won’t be caught up in any drama.” He sighs, because he knows that you don’t like any kind of drama

Jungkook takes a sip of his fruit punch, “and it’s gonna be on Saturday night- I’ll pick you up at seven if that’s OK? And before you say no- I’m going to buy you a dress for the occasion… please don’t say no… it’s the least I can do- really.”

[regret-breathing]

she lives on a farm with her sheep, her chickens, her goats, and a number of other creatures. she keeps pet rodents and spiders in terrariums. in the two story house there are multiple rooms of just her taxidermy collection, almost all her own work. she wears her hair long, her wide, haughty features complimenting her playful eyes and beautiful skin perfectly. shes like a queen, or a witch. but shes a macrobiologist. she doesnt live anywhere near me. i want to wrap her in what little warmth i have and learn how she takes her eggs. i want to learn to live with her five dogs, or rather, learn how much benadryl i can take before i get too loopy to love her how she deserves. she’s always warm, even though she texts like she’s ten years older than she is. i’ve only heard her voice one time. i want to listen to it for at least six hours daily. i don’t know what it is about her that hit me like a truck but now i’m just happy to be roadkill.

i’m awkward over text, especially with people i can’t help but love. she’s hard to talk to because i get too in my head. i feel like she’s going to slip away before i get to tell her how much she means to me. we’ve known each other less than three months but i want to cook at least 400 meals for her. i wish it were acceptable to tell someone that. to tell someone you only met recently that you think you could spend forever learning new ways to make her smile. her house sounds like heaven. i don’t normally like dogs. but for her? five sounds doable.

she says when she dreams she has wings most of the time. when i asked what her wings were like she told me, black and bright blue almost like a blue jay, but with color placement like an owl’s. my knees buckled a bit and i could hardly breathe for a second. she loves dragons, draws them all the time. i save every picture of a doodle she sends me. but still her wings have feathers. she says she dreams so vividly that she can feel the breeze in every one of them as she catches the wind. i don’t know how to tell her that’s what it feels like when she tells me something new about her.

she painted a door in her house, blue mostly with strips of colors in every hue. when i told her it looked like the bark of my favorite tree and showed her some pictures, i couldn’t believe my luck. i cant help but picture seeing that door every day and thinking of that little bit of serendipity.

she says not to get too attached to the ram. i’ve never seen him in person but i don’t think i can keep to that. he’s so sweet, and soft, and named like my best friends brother. sometimes, she says, he tries to escape the pen, and she has to wrangle him and sit on him. she’s stronger than people think, she says. i can’t imagine underestimating her. i think if i was honest with her about myself, about everything inside me, she might not get scared off. she talks like there’s a lot she doesn’t tell everyone also. she talks like she would understand. but still im scared to tell her i feel so strongly for her so soon. if i miss my chance i might regret it forever. but i keep seeing posts with that quote, don’t die not knowing, and thats starting to scare me more than losing her.

i think i need to wait a little longer. to wait until her car is fixed and we can see each other for real. i want to make her something, but i don’t have any blue yarn. i want to make her gloves, because they’d go so nicely with her tattoos. i want to learn new stitches, so i can make her something really pretty. i haven’t taught myself any new ones since i was a kid, but what i can make now isn’t good enough. i know that’s not how it works, that a gift from a friend is perfect by nature of its existence, but she deserves the world, and even if i can’t give it to her, i can at least give her something in stockinette.

[daedalusdavinci]

❝  when i’m with you i feel like myself.  i feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and i feel good about it—  i feel good about who i am when i’m with you.  ❞ feels like an obvious old bruharv choice

(kicking down the door) OLD BRUHARV YOU SAY?

send me a yearning ask!

Sunny days in Gotham were as rare as child-friendly clowns. They came like a kind gesture from a stranger- surprising, but welcome, unfolding a perfect blue across the sky and drawing out the color Bruce had forgotten they were missing. The grounds of the Manor seemed to suddenly come alive, vibrant greens pushing up from the ground in every direction. Bruce wasn't sure he'd ever appreciated just how nice it was, in his youth.

Now, though, he had nothing but time to enjoy it.

Sitting outside for drinks had been Harvey's idea. The gardens were just right for it, full of blooming flowers that Bruce didn't appreciate nearly as often as he should. There was a little nook his parents had enjoyed when he was a child, with an old porch swing hidden amongst the flowers and vines. Most of the bushes had been planted by Alfred decades ago, but some had been planted by his father before him, or by Bruce's parents, before Bruce was born. In some ways, it was comforting to see the traces of them persist and grow.

Bruce's eyes tracked a butterfly across the sky as he nursed his glass, listening to the soft clink of the melting ice and the creak of the swing. It swayed gently, nudged along by Harvey's foot.

If it weren't for that little motion, Bruce might have thought Harvey was asleep, his eyes closed and his hand still resting on Bruce's calf, tucked halfway up Bruce's pant-leg where Bruce's legs rested across his lap. It was kind of sweet, really, and Bruce briefly considered taking a picture to text his kids. He doubted anyone besides himself would appreciate it as much, though, so he disregarded the idea.

He rotated his ankle, gently testing Harvey. Sure enough, Harvey's eyes blinked open, momentarily fogging with confusion before they settled on Bruce. "I wasn't falling asleep," Harvey said.

"Of course not," Bruce agreed, fondly.

Harvey sighed, leaning into his side. As he moved an arm around Harvey's shoulders, Harvey settled into him, letting their heads rest together. "I'm starting to think it might be too nice of a day."

Bruce hummed. "As long as you're just sleepy, and not dissociating."

"Nah. I think Two Face is close, but he's been co-conscious a lot lately. Which is good. We're doing good."

"You've made a lot of progress. I'm proud of you." Bruce paused. "You know that, right?"

Harvey blinked. "Of course. When haven't you been, really?"

Bruce shrugged, tracing paths in the condensation on his glass with his thumb. "I'm not always good at saying it."

"Bruce," Harvey said, a hint of exasperation touching the fondness in his smile. "You've always sucked at saying what you're thinking. But I know. Sometimes I think I know you better than you know yourself."

"I could be better."

Harvey nudged him, ducking his head to nose against his cheek. "When I'm with you, I feel like myself. I feel like every side of me is present and accepted, and I feel good about it. I feel good about who I am when I'm with you. Even if you don't always say it, I feel it."

Bruce turned his head just enough to catch Harvey's lips in a kiss. He could feel Harvey smile against it, filling his chest with a warm fondness. "I love you."

"I know." Harvey kissed him again, and he let his worries melt, pulling him closer.

[bagheerita]

I saw this music ask game (originally from @benedictervention-deactivated20) and since I don't usually get the asks I want, I decided to just answer all of them. Muahahaha.

MUSIC ASKS these are actually pretty fucking hard but why not.

1:A song you like with a color in the title Blue on Black by Kenny Wayne Shepherd

2:A song you like with a number in the title 3AM by Matchbox Twenty

3:A song that reminds you of summertime Staring at the Sun by U2

4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about The Deeper Well by Emmylou Harris

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD Move Along by the All-American Rejects

6:A song that makes you want to dance Sway by Dean Martin

7:A song to drive to Sweet Child o' Mine by Guns n' Roses, which fits like 3 or 4 of these answers because it needs to be played at full volume while driving down the road with the windows down in the summertime in your shitty old car with no AC

8:A song about drugs or alcohol Hotel California by The Eagles I mean I guess? that's not really a topic I'm searching out and they do mention both drugs and alcohol

9:A song that makes you happy whatever my latest favorite song is which right now is Wild by Lucy Spraggan

10:A song that makes you sad Blank Space by Taylor Swift because they play it every fucking day on the radio at work and it's almost a good song, like it's so close to actually being a good song, but it's just not quite there. it's a tragedy

11:A song that you never get tired of Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men

12:A song from your preteen years Cold-Hearted by Paula Abdul

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding NA, but I also want to be hilarious and say something like Norupo by Heilung

15:A song that is a cover by another artist All Along the Wachtower by Jimi Hendrix

16:One of your favorite classical songs Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke NA, though since I 1)hate the idea of singing in public, 2)love the sound of the song but dislike the artists so that dichotomy would fit the situation, and 3)know it's in my range, would probably go with Picture by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow

18:A song from the year that you were born Spirit in the Sky by Norm Greenbaum (see you didn't say it came out the year I was born. this song existed in the year I was born so it counts)

19:A song that makes you think about life don't all the good ones?? I'll say Fukai Mori by Do As Infinity because I love it and it puts me in an introspective mood

20:A song that has many meanings to you Broadway by The Goo Goo Dolls

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title Deirdra Dances by Emmaus Way okay so I like that song but I somehow forgot completely about two songs that I love: Eurydice by Sleepthief and Daniel in the Den by Bastille, how is it possible I couldn't remember either of them

22:A song that moves you forward One Foot by Walk the Moon

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to Grá by Wardruna

24:A song by a band you wish were still together I don't really pay attention to bands so I don't know which ones that I like are no longer together, and if they broke up I honestly wouldn't want to force them back together you don't get good music that way

25:A song by an artist no longer living George Bizet's "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle" from Carmen

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love NA. Though I'll throw out The Book of Love by The Magnetic Fields because it's a song I like that is about love.

27:A song that breaks your heart (in a good way) Forgiven by Skillet

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love there are a lot of artists I love the voices of, like mostly everyone that I've already mentioned, but I'm secretly trying to use different artists for every question so I'll say Under Heaven's Skies by Collective Soul

29:A song that you remember from your childhood The Look by Roxette. 9-year-old me adored this song while not understanding what it was actually about.

30:A song that reminds you of yourself This is actually a hard one and I don't know that there is any song I know that really reminds me of myself. I'd probably say Music Non Stop by Kent, just because I quote the chorus in my tumblr description