#they definetly have hung out

[painmiau]

my contribution to the crackship that has taken over me (if any besties see this then... teehee :3)

[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑The sweatshirt

🏁 Pairings : Charles Leclerc X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : none! just fluffy times

🏁 Word Count : 1.7k words (1792 words)

🏁 Author's note : First post! Hopefully you all like it. I am definetly thinking of new things to write so I pray that ya'll look forward to them! Make sure to lilke and reblog (anything is appreciated, but comments and reblogs fuel this sad little writer). Also, peep the word dividers (lana del ray coded) by @plum98! Note that all translations are avaible at the end, via radio comm! Thank you <3

🏁 Music player : The bones by Maren Morris & Hozier

“Mon amour, have you seen my sweatshirt?” Your fiancé’s voice rung throughout your shared apartment as you stacked the damp plates into the washing machine. The odd clunking of you organising dishes continued as he rushed out of the bedroom passing by the kitchen, where you worked, and towards his office.

“Which one?” You called back, drying your hands on the pale green washcloth that hung from the fitted hook above the sink, the new one! “No, I haven’t seen it, baby, you come back with new sweatshirts every week, just wear another one?” You offered helpfully, bending down towards the indented shelfs within the breakfast bar to grab new hand towels, wanting to replace the one’s that hung, used and abused in the bathrooms.

“But that one is important.” A worrying thud emitted from the home office, which was soon followed by a deep groan from Charles.

You hummed in support, stacking the fluffy white towels in your hands, “Why is it so important?” because! “Because what?” Leaning down to the scented fabric in your grasp, you take a large breath in, enjoying the strawberry scent that emitted from them.

“It just is,” He whined in reply, emerging from the room he had left in disarray whilst rubbing the back of his head, hissing as he pulled his fingers back to check for blood, “Why is my desk so low?”

“I don’t know my love, I warned you when you had bought it in the first place,” You scurry away from the kitchen, wanting to avoid his assessing gaze, lest he find out where his new sweatshirt really was, “Aren’t you just going to Max’s place? Why do you need it?”

“Because he wanted to see- hey...” He cuts himself off with a suspicious lilt in his voice, you try to speed up your efforts seeing the glinting metallic handle of the bathroom waiting for you to escape into, “Amour...” His voice is accusatory but amused, as if he appreciates your efforts to evade him.

“What? Charles I really need to get the chores done; I only have this weekend.” You turn around slowly and watch him approach you, his eyes crinkled with affection. Busted.

“Baby, why do you have my new sweatshirt?” He reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your cheek, caressing it with the pad of his thumb.

“’Cause,” You mumble, fiddling with the tag of one of the towels cradled on your chest, “It’s nice,” You shrug, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Even after six years, you found in hard to admit such things to Charles, despite his kind eyes and cute dimples. Emotional affection was hard to extract from your dark, stony heart, so such pitiful attempts at it, such as stealing his sweatshirt and admitting why you did it, was completely out of the question.

“it’s nice?” He cocks his head, like a small puppy waiting for a treat, “I still need it baby, you can have any other one of mine,” He smiles kindly at you, eyebrow arching sympathetically when he feels you bite on the inside of your cheek.

“Of course, amour,” You clear your throat, pushing the stack of toiletries into his chest, before writhing out of the sweater and pulling it over your head, not caring if more odd chunks of your hair had fallen out of the claw clip you had carelessly attached to the strands, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Mon ange,” He chuckles when you huff and swap out the items in his hands for the sweater, “I’ll be back in an hour or so, d'accord?” He slips on the article, pulling at the sleeves and adjusting the hood, then taking your face in his palms once again to pull you closer and press his lips against your forehead.

You hum, leaning into his touch, “À toute à l'heure,” You mutter, twisting your head so that you can peck the inside of his hand.

Truthfully, you wanted to jump on his back and order that he take you with him, not wanting to feel the absence of his sunny presence. But you were aware how much he valued his time with his friends, despite his many objections to your conclusion, so reluctantly you waited until you heard the muted click of the electronic lock of the front door before you continued to re-set your beloved home.

“Je suis à la maison mon amour!” Charles calls out, toeing off his shoes by the door before walking further into the apartment.

“I’m over here!” You call out from your own office, the door slightly ajar, you hear him hum before the tell-tale squeak of the hinges to the foyer bathroom screeches through the hallway, followed by the kitchen tap running. Soon enough, he stepped into the carpeted area of your office, setting down the tall glass of water and a singular pill.

“For your headache mon ange,” He came behind your chair, resting his chin on your shoulder whilst running his hand through your damp hair.

Though to most, it would seem that Charles was being your lovable drug dealer, always managing to drop the singular brightly coloured pill to the side of you whilst petting your head wistfully. When in fact, he knew that after an hour or two of working, your temples would begin to throb mercilessly and you required your prescription, that many were not aware of.

You relaxed in his embrace, your once pin straight spine became slack and your clenched jaw felt numb with his attention, “Thank you, baby.” You twisted your neck, pressing your lips against the scruff on his cheek.

“Are you wearing another one of my sweaters?” He asked, pulling away to rotate your spinning chair so that he could step back and asses your outfit, long black flare leggings with another one of his sweaters. This one, he had ordered from a fan’s etsy account, a large grey body with a small, illustrated version of this season’s current car along with his autograph and name, printed below it.

“You said that I could,” You mumbled inwardly, pulling at the long drawstring that lay on your chest, “I’m not taking it off,” You pouted, tucking your knees beneath fabric so that only your head and red painted toes were visible from beneath the hem.

“And you don’t have to,” He pinched your cheek adoringly, coming to his knees in front of you, so that you were looking down at him from your “dough-ball” position, “But I had bought you a matching one to this, wouldn’t it be easier to just, wear that one? Juste?”

You pushed your mouth into the collar of your sweatshirt, your answer muffled by the thick fabric.

“What was the ange?” Charlese brings his ear closer to your mouth, or what would be your mouth if you would bring it out of your clothes.

“Smells like you…” You admit, eyes wide and unblinking as you wait for Charles to pull away, most likely thinking that you’re weird.

“It does?” He moves his head lower, sniffing the hoodie, “I don’t think so?”

“Yeah, well obviously you don’t think so!” You exclaim, allowing your legs to fall out of the hoodie and popping your mouth out once again. He widens his eyes at your outburst, taking in your teary lashes and wobbling lip, “Baby...”

“I only wear your stuff because I know that you’re busy…” You admit, looking away from his annoyingly understanding expression, “I’m not your only priority and this way-“ you move your arms up, showing off the baggy attire, “I can be close to you even when you don’t necessarily want to be close to me.” You conclude, wrapping your oversized arms around your torso, “And for the record, you smell like caramel and copper.” You add haughtily, up turning your nose.

“Really?” He asks innocently. You nod, one choppy movement before you harrumph and look away from his entertained face.

“Baby. you’re right, you aren’t my only priority. But you’re my first priority. And who said I don’t want to be with you?” He pats your knee, signalling for you to stand so that he can wrap his hands around your waist, pulling you into his chest, “I love you, my baby, and I’m sorry that you had to resort to wearing my clothes instead of just asking me to stay with you.” He kisses the crown of your head, inhaling the pungent smell of your cranberry conditioner.

“I don’t want you to feel bad!” You pull away from him, scrunching your nose at his guilty expression, “I like your clothes, they’re comfortable and I can’t possibly ask you to stay with me 24/7?”

“You can!” He insists, squeezing you ardently, “You’re my fiancé, and about to be my wife, you’re meant to be able to ask me. Because I will always say yes. No matter what.”

“Charles...”

“Amour” He mimics your scolding tone.

“You’re so busy my love, I can’t do that.” You nuzzle your head into his chest, making him laugh at your antics.

“You can-“ He takes your cheeks in his hands, squeezing them together so that your lips pucker comically, he leans down to leave a wet kiss on your lips, “-and if I don’t get such demands from you, I will be very sad.” He pouts down at you.

You sigh, “hmkay.” You manage to speak through your forced pucker, furrowing your brows with concentration. You knew he was merely humouring you, cajoling you like a child so that you would do as he asked, but hey, it was a good enough reason to do exactly what you wanted.

“Mia dolce bambina, così adorabile, non vedo l'ora che tu diventi mia moglie, forse allora non ti sentirai in colpa per avermi dedicato il mio tempo.” He continues to press his lips against yours, making you giggle.

“charmles, too much ithalian,” You lisp through your cheeks whilst squeezing your eyes together, accepting his affection happily.

“Too much Italian? In quale altro modo potrei dirti quanto voglio che tu occupi tutto il mio tempo senza che tu ti allontani da me? Mia timida bambolina, continuerò a ricoprirti del mio amore finché non potrai accettarlo in abbondanza."He grins at you cheekily, watching as you translate it slowly in your mind.

“Babe...” You whine, managing to wriggle free from his grip on your cheeks to hide your face in the crook of his neck whilst wrapping your forearms around him.

“You can have all of my sweatshirts baby, and all of me” He whispers, raking his hands through your hair.

“I love you,” You breathe out in reply, kissing the skin on his neck.

“I love you too.”

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...french....to english....over

Mon amour - My love

Amour - love

Mon Ange - my angel

d’accord - All right

À toute à l'heure - See you later

je suis à la maison, mon amour - I’m home, my love

Juste - Right

📻 Kchh...italian....to english....over

Mia dolce bambina, così adorabile, non vedo l'ora che tu diventi mia moglie, forse allora non ti sentirai in colpa per avermi dedicato il mio tempo. - My sweet little girl, so adorable, I can't wait for you to become my wife, maybe then you won't feel guilty for taking up my time.

In quale altro modo potrei dirti quanto voglio che tu occupi tutto il mio tempo senza che tu ti allontani da me? Mia timida bambolina, continuerò a ricoprirti del mio amore finché non potrai accettarlo in abbondanza.  - How else could I tell you how much I want you to take up all my time without you shying away from me? My shy little doll, I will continue to shower you with my love until you can accept it in abundance.

📻 Kchhhhh.loosing sign....al.....kcchh....over and out...

[luvfy0dor]

Hello dear, I hope you have a sweet day 🥺💗✨. Congratulations on 600 followers, you're one of my favorite blogs here and ilysm (✿◡‿◡). For the request, can you do the "prolonged Kisses" prompt with Nakahara Chuuya and Fyodor Dostoevsky? Thank you very much 💗💐

Chuuya Nakahara and Fyodor Dostoevsky + Prolonged Kisses ♡⁠˖

Warnings; might be a little ooc for Fyodor (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Event/m.list

Chuuya Nakahara ★

It had been a long day for Chuuya, the port mafia quite a mentally and physically expensive job, especially on mission days like today. He swung his leg over the seat of his motorcycle and headed into the apartment building, up to the penthouse he shared with you. As the elevator doors parted ways, he entered right into your shared living room. He could hear the faucet running along with some movement in the kitchen, indicating your presence and bringing a smile to his face. "I'm home." He called out, as if you couldn't hear the elevator. "I know. I'm making dinner." You told him, turning off the sink and drying your hands on a towel that hung over the ovens handle. He trudged into the kitchen after hanging his coat and hat up, hugging you from behind while you sauteed some vegetables in a pan. His forehead pressed against the back of your shoulder and neck and you could feel the vibrations from his hums course through your skin. "Long day?" You ask, entangling your fingers in his hair. He nods and turns you around by your hips, leaning into you to give you a long, sweet kiss. His gloved hand cupped your cheek, the fibres of fabric rubbing against your cheek as he let his body practically slump into yours, still refusing to part from the kiss. It took you pulling away and placing a hand on his chest while you caught your breath to detach him, and even then he still leaned back in, quietly panting and catching his breath. "Hey, m'not done yet.." he whispers, interlocking your lips once more as soon as your breathing seemed relatively stable. You had been more breathless than that while kissing him before, and he really needed it right now, prolonging the gesture by continuously keeping you close to him. He finally pulled away, his heart beating rapidly from lack of oxygen and fluster alike. "Thank you, sweetheart...y'know I love your kisses more than anythin'."

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

You morning routine had taken it's course and now it was a Sunday afternoon with rain pouring down outside. The weather had definetly effected your mood, because you couldn't help but feel sorts gloomy all day without reason. Watching a movie on the couch was the distraction you chose, trying to suppress that feeling without doing anything too demanding, but before you could watch anything you naturally had to get a snack and a drink. You treaded into the kitchen, tiredly opening up a cabinet to grab some tea, starting it and leaning against the counter while you waited for it to finish. Once it did a couple minutes later, you poured a glass for yourself and one for Fyodor who was currently in the shower. Just as you walked into the living room with the cups, Fyodor exited the bathroom and made his way there as well, peeking his head around the corner with a smile. "I figured I could find you here." He said, sitting down next to you and eyeballing the second cup of tea. "For me?" He asked, reaching to pick it up before you even answered. "Yeah, chamomile." You replied, watching him hum in satisfaction after taking a sip. He delicately set the cup back down, opting to place his hand on your thigh instead. "Thank you, dear."

He leans in and it's not long before your lips are locked in a loving kiss. He tastes like the tea for obvious reasons, and he smells aquatic, like how the Bahamas look in travel advertisements. His skin feels soft and familiar underneath your fingertips while you held him close to you, not wanting to end the kiss. You could feel his body pull away ever so slightly, opening your eyes to see his smile, his beautiful smile that was formed with the same lips you were just all over. You couldn't help it and pulled him back in, making him grunt quietly but quickly give in, cupping your cheek with one hand and massaging your thigh with the other. The kiss lasted long enough for you to end up in Fyodors lap without breaking the connection, finally pulling apart when you were both completely and utterly breathless. Fyodors breathing was deep and wobbly, but his small grin was noticable, which in turn made you wear one of your own. "Sorry Fedya, are you alright? Your face is a little red." He shakes his head and quietly chuckles. "Obviously I'm red, you just blocked my oxygen intake for a while there, Myshka." His hands ghosted over your hips and waist. "I couldn't help it, you're just so...kissable." You tell him. He sighs pleasantly and leans back into the couch. "I'm aware. You prove it regularly." You rolled your eyes at him and grabbed his cup from the coffee table behind you and handed it to him, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks warm with blush. "Shut up and drink your tea."

A/n; thank you so so much for the compliments and congratulations!! I hope this lived up to your standards, I was writing it and I had a moment where I had no idea what I was thinking when I added prolonged Kisses, so I tried really hard to keep the scenarios as different as possible!! I hope it was in character too, cuz I'm nervy about that too lol (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

[pervcoded]

bark and bite starring sukuna ryomen

content warning: there's a weird tension in this whole fic. some violence. cursing. threats and intimidation. sfw (minors still go away). reader refers to their chest as 'tits'.

“So I wanted it right here,” You drawl, pointing to an unmarked expanse of your skin, and Sukuna takes a moment to observe what other flesh remains untouched. You are so thoroughly marked with ink, he muses, it must also run through your veins.  He knows a bad egg when he sees one - a snake slipping down your spine, the teardrop on your cheek. Eyes like you might hurt someone. Mouth that gets you into trouble.

You stare back at him. His ear twitches ever so slightly. “You hear me, stud?”  You’re talking too much already. Your fingers run over your ribs again, and you glare pointedly in his direction.

He’s gonna get to that attitude in just a bit.

“I want it black and white. Halftone. Here’s the picture.” He doesn’t look at it long.

“Yeah,” Sukuna licks his lips, a fanged tooth poking out when he doesn’t quite smile. “I got you, pup.” 

Your fellow humans should have warned you about him. He had fostered a particular reputation in his time in the scene - beyond the rough demeanor and sweet ink. 

He’s never been too careful with humans. But who’s fault is that, hm? Your kind really ought to know better.

Your skin is too soft for his machine. You’ll struggle too much when he has to hold you in place, whimper when the needle punches your skin. You will grab onto his arm. You will cry. You will beg, and it will hurt anyway; because Sukuna does not put down the needle until he is finished. Here, you are subject to the whims of this domain.

But you act like you know. Roll your shoulders and say ‘c’mon’, like you understand what you’re getting yourself into.  You are insistent, confident even, laughed at the ‘humans, beware’ poster that hung at the back of his studio. So he laughed with you - or maybe at you - harsh and scathing and putting a pin in your misplaced joy.

Sukuna is no lap dog. His tall cropped ears stab in the direction of the ceiling, tail still and stiff at your approach. Though, now that you’ve seen him up close, you don’t think it’s there at all. His attire is off-puttingly casual, the graphic print on his chest stretched so wide across a glorious chest, that the color is starting to fade a little. You tried to keep your eyes focused on his. Ignored the claws, ignored the teeth, ignored the heat under your collar. 

The dog flicked his head to the side, gaze never leaving yours. 

“Get on the table.” 

It felt more like a threat than an invitation. You eased yourself onto the cot, Sukuna disappearing into your periphery a moment as you begin to pull your shirt up to your neck. You don’t take it off fully, and it makes his eyes narrow. As you situate yourself properly, you find his eyes drifting up your body, back to your neck. The shirt. He waits, needle in hand, staring down expectantly.

You zoned out a bit. This guy’s beside manner was just as mediocre as the wolf with the black fur that recommended him to you. Last time you take advice from a dog.

“What’s your problem, stud?” Your lip is obnoxious. You’d look much better on your knees, presenting your tongue. “Getting an eyeful of tits ain’t good enough for you is it? Fuckin’ mutt.”

You chuff, pulling your top over your head, baring your neck.  “Go on.” You goad, “You wanna take a fucking bite?” You’re scared; the scent pours off of you in waves, and Sukuna feels the barest inkling of amusement. The rush to his face and sparkling in his nerves as the flesh is so carelessly exposed. Licks his teeth.

 “Do it, you fucking do-” He doesn’t give you the chance to finish before a hands’ clamping down on the tender flesh, your words meeting their fated end at the back of your throat. You don’t have fangs, but you bare them, anyway.

“I just might, pup.” He speeks coolly, detached from your outburst. “Definetly will if you don’t shut the fuck up. And keep still.” He seems to contemplate his ink machine while you try not to struggle, gone still on the table, but you still smell nervous. Tickles his nose juuuust right.

Gets an idea. It’s a bad one, but fitting for an uppity fuck like you he thinks. Need a big strong hand to guide you? So be it. But Sukuna will make sure everyone knows who you belong to.

He thinks a different tattoo is in order. On your lower back - emblazoned in black ink: SUKUNA’S BITCH.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ JJK/BANNER ART by gege akutami everything written by me @ciematis, is owned by me, and you are not allowed to repost or translate my works. don't put my shit into ai generators, don't steal my shit and put it on wattpad. thank you.

[squippy360]

.. could i possibly request stephen strange x femboy reader with bondage and degrading you can definetly add more kinks if you want the only one i wouldnt want is breeding. have a lovely day<3

Dom!Stephen Strange x Femboy!Male Reader

Cw:(smut, portal fingering, condom sex, fluff to smut to fluff, lil secret)

You were currently drying off after a relaxing bath while on a phone call with your best friend, Peter. You were in a deep conversation about random shows and just couldn't find the heart to hang up. 

"That still doesn't answer the question of how Haku is going to be free. Chihiro said that there were houses built over the river!" I argued. "But he knows his name now! So he can escape just like Chihiro!" Peter said, exasperated. "BUT HOW IS HE GOING TO LEAVE HE'S NOT A HUMAN!!!" I yelled. "I DON'T KNOW HE'LL FIND A WAY!!!" Peter yelled back. "HE'S NOT A HUMAN!" I yelled back. 

Silence. 

We sat in silence for a bit before bursting out laughing. I clutched my tummy as I weakly pulled my shirt over my body. "W-We have to stop this…!" I fake cried out and that made us laugh harder. We fell to the floor and curled up. "Same brain cell energy." Peter guggled. We calmed down for a bit and I looked over at my buzzing phone to see Stephen was calling. "I gotta go-" we both said at the same time. "Same brain cell." We agreed and hung up. 

"Hey Stephen." I said with a smile. "Hello, Darling~ How are you doing?" He said through a wall portal. "Hello, Love~ I'm doing pretty good!" I said with a big smile. He smiled as his eyes wandered down. He bit his lip as his eyes met mine. I blushed and covered myself with my shirt. "S-Stop staring…" I stuttered and looked down. "Oh, Darling…even with your shirt blocking my precious view, you're still breathtaking." He breathed out. I gasped and clutched the counter when he opened a small portal and stuck 2 wet fingers inside of me. "O-Oh…~" I whimpered. "You are so soft and loose. Were you playing with yourself?" He purred. I moaned and nodded. 

"Hmm…" He smirked and pulled his fingers out. He looked over as I saw him open the portal wider and Stephen stepped through. "Bed. Now." He demanded. I nodded and quickly took my clothes and rushed to the bedroom. I took off my shirt and covered my body with the blanket when he walked in. His cloak jumped off his body and dived under the blankets. I gasped when it curled around my upper body so I couldn't move my arms. It also wrapped around my mouth so I couldn't talk. I let out a muffled yelp. Stephen smirked and pulled the blankets off of me. "So pretty for me~" He whispered. I shivered and looked up at him with puppy eyes, spreading my legs and whimpering. 

"So pretty~" He growled and slowly peeled off his clothes. I shifted impatiently and whined. "I know, My love. I know how much you missed me, Darling~" He whispered passionately. He reached for the lube and quickly rolled a condom on. He spread some lube across my hole and set the bottle down. "Alright, here's your reward Darling." He smirked and slammed into me. I arched my back and screamed out into the cloak. I looked at him with needy and heated eyes. "Mm! Mm!" I cried out. "What? What me to fuck the living daylights out of you? Want me to fuck you until you can't cum without me?" He growled. 

My begging was muffled but he knew what I wanted. He slowly moved in and out at first, searching and trying to aim for my good spot. I squirmed against the cloak but it didn't help. I kept pleading with him to go faster, but it didn't work. I threw my head back in frustrated pleasure but it soon changed when I felt him go deeper and hit that good spot. My legs immediately opened up more and I surrendered my body to him. He smirked and went faster, hitting that same spot over and over. I let out a high pitched moan and let some pleasure tears fall down my face, staining the cloak. "Fuck~ You're so perfect~ I wanna fill you up so good~ I love you and cherish you so much~ I need you so much, M/n~ Please be mine forever." He whimpered and leaned down. The cloak moved and he immediately kissed me. I whimpered and whined in the kiss. 

His mouth was so soft and warm. He always tasted like tea and sweets. "God, I just love you so much…HAH!" I breathed out and moaned loudly when he started to just slam into my good spot. "Master!!! Harder!!!" I begged and sobbed loudly. He bit my collarbone, kissing it and leaving hickeys. My voice got louder and higher the closer I got to my climax. "OH I'M GOING TO CUM!!! PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!" I screamed. "Please Baby~ Make a mess of yourself~" He growled. I screamed out and arched my back and came on my tummy. I saw him shiver and he let out a groan and came inside the condom. The cloak finally let go and propped me up comfortably. 

I nuzzled against the cloak as he pulled out. "You're so pretty~" He whispered and helped me clean up. "I have to get back to work but I'll stay here until you fall asleep." He whispered and brushed my hair out the way. "M'kay…" I replied and the cloak laid me down. We talked for a while before I fell asleep in his arms. 

EXTRA:

Peter rushed into the room where everyone was. "I-I think M/n's in trouble!" He said, exasperated. "What do you mean?" They asked. "I heard him screaming that he's coming or something!" He said. Steve and Bruce blushed and looked away. Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Clint, Loki, Even Thor looked at him in shock. "Oh kid…" Tony mumbled. Sam and Bucky started giggling to themselves before bursting out laughing. Peter looked a bit embarrassed as Loki guided him to the couch. "There is no easy way to say this…" Loki mumbled as Peter started getting nervous. 

Next up: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh darkdom!winter x male reader

[f1-disaster-bi]

"You are the worst" in a affectionate way

For the burden thing

Daniel and lando 🫶

Sorry this has taken so long, and I hope you like it!

Lando tried not to laugh.

It was hard, especially with the way that Daniel was acting. His fingers digging into Lando's ribs, tickling in a way that normally ended up with Lando cackling and tackling him until he could extract his revenge. Normally, they'd end up in a pile on the sofa or the floor or bed, and laugh into sweet kisses but right now Daniel was slightly drunk, and trying to cuddle him and torture him at the same time.

His antics were getting looks from their friends as they all hung out in the backgarden. The evening chill was warded off by the fire-pit that Daniel and Max had built during covid when they had just bought the house and Max was living with them after breaking up with his girlfriend. It had been their covid project, and Lando loved it for nights like these.

He would love it more if Daniel’s fingers were jabbing at his ribs, and his stubble wasn't scratching his cheek and neck as the older man blew raspberries against any available skin as he laughed. The smell of the tequila he had been drinking with Scotty made Lando scrunch his nose as he tries to shove his face away.

"What are you doing, mate?", Lando sighed, giving in and tilting his head so Daniel could press a sloppy kiss to his neck.

"Annoying you", Daniel grinned at him, hand patting Lando’s stomach as he finally stopped tickling him for a moment.

"I can see that, dickhead", Lando laughed softly as he shared an exasperated look eith George and Alex who just shook their heads at them before continuing their own conversation, "But we have guests. Can't you be normal for five minutes?"

Daniel snorted behind him and hugged Lando closer to him after successfully pulling him firmly into his lap. A soft bite was placed on his shoulder, making Lando sigh as he reached a hand back to tangle in Daniel's curls.

"You're the worst", Lando whispered but the smile on his face was definetly telling a different story.

He could feel Daniel's smile against his neck before a soft kiss was placed there.

"But you love me anyway", Daniel whispered back teasingly.

"Yeah, yeah I do"

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

so you wnat BEN DROWNED requests eh? well I can send one in for you since I’ve really enjoyed your writing since you wrote that one conchita fic🔥 so I might as well request one if you’d like, i hope you aren’t getting annoyed with me or anything😭 so….

May I request(platonically)Ben Drowned with a Male! or GN! Parent-like! reader who has a Kayo Sudou Personality from The Evillious Chronicles? i also have her song right here if you’d like to take a listen to it^^ also there’s this one too apparently if you’d like!

Also if you could I would like Jane the killer and possibly Slenderman too^^ THANJS!! HEHHEE

and that’s her😭😭 SHE LOOKS SO AMAZING EHENNS

Aaaa dont worry i could never be annoyed by requests!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Creeps with a Kayo Sudou!Male!Parent-like!Reader

Ben drowned

Ben definetly needs a parent in his life

The boy lives off of mountain dew and doritos

HE PEES IN BOTTLES PLEASE HELP HIM

The minute you are in his life you immediately clean up his entire room while he is out on a mission

It goes from greasy man cave to spick and span in the blink of an eye

You even sew him up some nice blankets and hoodies

To replace the ones that were so caked in sweat and filth that you HAD to throw away

There were no saving those things

When he gets back, the firsr thing he wants to do is plop into his chair and get back onto the game he was working on before he left

But as he turns the doorknob and peers inside, his jaw drops

His stuff!!!

Where did it all go???

And why does it not reek of sweat and socks for once???

You come up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder

"I see you've found your room. Absolutely speechless, are you? I knew you would like it!"

Yeah, the neat and tidy room he once had goes back to greasy man cave in about a week

And you are forever banned from his room for what you did <33

You practically massacred him after you threw out his huge load of snacks

Slenderman

He is seen as a fatherly figure around the mansion as well, so he understands the struggle as well as the happiness

He finds it a huge relief to have your help around the mansion from time to time

While he is still technically your boss, you do have moments where you two just get to talk to each other

Sharing silly stories about the antics you both get into helps relieve a lot of stress

You even get to stay up past curfew to walk with him in the woods a bit, just to get put of the house

And you are one of his most trusty seamstresses

If he needs work done fast, he knows to go to you

One time he had a suit that would have been well beyond repair to anyone else, but you

You fixed it up in a few seconds

It astounds him every time

You also get along quite well with Trenderman too

He'll occasionally pop into the mansion, ignoring everyone welcoming him in as he hurriedly shouts "Where's y/n!"

Most of the time it is one of his iconic "fashion disasters"

Something that greatly ruins a piece, such as a tear, stain, etc

You always are the first person he goes to

And you always figure out a way to help him everytime

Jane the Killer

Jane doesn't talk to you much, but when you do talk, it is always pleasent

After talking to you a few times during some 2am passing conversations in the kitchen, she invites you to one of the "C dorm's" hangout sessions

These meetings consist of Liu, Jane, Helen and E.J

And now, you!

Most of the time, it is just a bunch of chatter around some snacks and drinks (usually either wine or tea)

But occassionally, there will be a theme

For example, one week they all read the same book and next time they hung out, they all disscussed the book

You were roped into one of the miscellaneous hangout sessions where they all just talked together

It was a very nice time, but after about an hour and a half, you noticed something that ticked you off

The pillow Jane was holding had a rip in the corner, the stuffing falling out

"Hey Jane, how long has your pillow been like that?" You ask

She looks down at the pillow and shrugs "a while I guess. Why?"

You take the pillow from her and quickly sew it up, before giving it back "there."

She looks at it with a soft "woah"

She gives you a smile "thanks!"

This turned out to be a mistake, because you now find yourself sewing the groups tears up all the time

One of Jack's tarps tore, you were there

Helen's canvas ripped, you were there

Liu's stitch across his nose came loose, and you were there

The entire group appreciates you, especially Jane

You've helped her create some oretty snazzy outfits

[dexiiexox]

Bestfriend headcanons for Nick Sturniolo💜

a/n; Hihi! First time writing for Nick :))👍 might be off, but these are just what I imagine so enjoyyy :> and I know for a FACT that there are so many words Ive spelled wrong in this one, but Im too lazy to proof read it :)

Nick Sturniolo x reader (platonic)

warnings: none?

summary: headcanons of what I imagine being bestfriends with Nick Sturniolo would be like!

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES❕

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I firmly belive that Nick would never jugde you if you’re close friends, he might not always agree on certain topics, but he would never jugde you

And that is also why you guys have such a close bond, you guys are able to tell eachother everything, wether it’s realationships, concerns, drama, something that’s recently been going on, anything, doesnt matter, you guys tell eachother

I just know he would take your concerns very seriously, he would always be there and listen to you rant to him about anything and nothing

And he would have no problem telling people off if they were out of line.

It had been a pretty stressful week and on top of that some of your "friends" had been acting so wierd. You guys hadnt hung out in a while, and you guys had decided to meet up since you had some openings in your schedual. But when you guys had hung out they had just been somewhat rude to you the whole time and made snarky comments. About the way you spoke or what you said.

You brushed it off in the start, but it just carried on and it honestly hurt. You just decided to stay quiet for the rest of the evening and left after you guys had grabbed some food.

You had just gotten home to your apartment, when you got a notification from your phone. It was a Snapchat notification, from a group.

You had been added in a groupchat with those same "friends" you had hung out with. There was one long message from them telling you they thought you had been acting wierd the whole evening. They stated that they thought it was rude that you werent talking much and left so quietly. They meant that you had changed.

You didnt really understand why they said that, where was all of this coming from? You hd been nothing but nice, despoter their comments and behaviour. You just sighed deeply and didnt bother to respond. All you wanted to do was shower and done off on the couch for the night.

You we’re able to take a shower before the doorbell rang. Getting dressed fairly quick, you went and opened the door. You we’re met with concerned Nick, now feiles written in his face.

I can definetly imagine Nick calling you or FaceTiming you whenever he needs to rant about shit that just annoys him

I was sat at my desk, browsing through random stuff on my laptop.I was in my own little bubble, listening to some slow songs and just mindlessly scrolling. That was until a loud ring startled me and brought me out of my daze.

It was a FaceTime call from Nick and I could see his face on screen. I pauses the music and answered the call.

"Hey-" I was cut short.

"Holy fuck!" Nick was basically screaming through the phone.

I was taken a back by his loud voice.

"Whats up?" I asked concerned seeing how bothered he sounded.

"Chris has been a fucking idiot all night." he let out a huff as he layed down on his bed. I just laughed a little.

"What’s he done now?" I gave Nick a questioning look.

"Oh boy if you knew, kids spilled my whole fucking Snapple in the car" I could clearly hear the annoyance in Nicks voice. I just giggled a little imagining how that scene wouldve looked like.

"And he’s jumping around like a damn monkey! He jumped back ONTO me!" He raider his voice again. I burst out laughing at that point and Nick ended up letting out a few giggles as well.

"Hellooo? Isnt that crazy?" He asked still giggling lightly.

"Sounds like Chris to me" I smiled back.

From there the conversation just went on, Nick rambled some more about Chris' shananigans in the car before we started talking about everything else that came to mind.

I also imagine that Nick would need help figuring out what to wear, and sometimes you would too

Like before going out, you guys just sit on the bed while the other one tries on different outfits and get the others opinion on it

(UFHSKDNDN i just need to use this opertunity to say that Nick is SO FUCKING PRETTY!! He looks so gorgeous I dont even know where to start)

Nick had invited me to go out for dinner with him, Chris, Matt and a few of their other friends.

And as usual I had stopped by their apartment so me and Nick could help eachother find the right outfit for the night. I had brought with me a few different outfits and clothes I was thinking about wearing, but I still couldnt really figure it out.

I had chatted with the three of them in the kitchen for a while before me and Nick made out way to his bedroom to get ready.

We had spendt some time trying to find the right outfit for Nick, and we finally found it. We ended up with him wearing his red and black knitted sweater, black parachute pants, his black chunky shoes and a pair of black glasses as an accesorie.

We spendt a good while figuring out what I would wear, all the outfits I tried either seemed somewhat off or like something was missing.

"No, it looks kind of odd?"

"Yeah, I dont know about this one"

"Absolutely not"

I tried on dresses, skrits, tops, shorts, fishnets, and I tired mutiple different outfits, but nothing felt right.

"The pants made it kind of wierd"

"Ouuhh.. yeah no-.."

"I think I’m loosing my mind, what the hell is this?"

I rubbed my eyes and sighed. I went back into the bathroom and tried on my last outfit. I looked myself in the mirror and smiled. I actually really liked it, but I needed to see what Nick thought of it. So I opened the door and stepped into his room. Nick looked up from his phone and smiled at me.

"Uhh yeah! Defiently, you look good girl!"

I smiled at his compliment.

"Thanks"

We both finished getting ready, we chilled downstairs with Matt and Chris before we all headed out for the evening.

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Im too lazy to write more :)👍

Regardless of that though, hope you had a good night or day and youre worth so much💕💕

-dexy💕

[robinismywife]

[ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 ] (p.2)

PAIRING: Elvis Presley x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Y/n invites Elvis to her 20th birthday party in hopes to gain his attention. However, it leads to bigger things than she could even dream of...

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking / vomiting, kissing, Elvis being a flirt ;)) If I missed any inform me!!

A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for the support you showed to my idea! I can't believe you keep showing me so much love every day and especially to one of my favourite things I've ever written Young and Beautiful!! It means the world to me truly! I apologize for taking so long but this whole series needs a lot of planning! I hope you like this as much as I do and get ready for the rollercoaster that's to come <33

WORD COUNT: 3k

[Young and beautiful] (p.1)

(the gif isn't mine!!)

The party was booming, yet Y/n couldn't help but feel a little dissapointed deep down. She should have known this would happen, her friends told her that this would be a risk but she did it anyway. Now she felt truly stupid, to think that she had any effect whatsoever on the biggest star in America: Elvis presley.

After meeting him a week prior in the studio, she was falling faster for him than she thought. So, her overly eager 19-year-old self took it upon herself to invite the man to her huge birthday party.

Her father was very much against it in the beginning, thinking that Elvis would be a bad influence on his young daughter. Y/n knew he wasn't entirely wrong- Elvis was indeed a couple years older and much wilder, being a celebrity and such. Perhaps it could be very easy for Y/n, an almost 20-year-old that's studying Music theory at college, to stray away from the right path- or at least the path her family expected her to stay on.

In spite of all that Y/n couldn't actually care less. She desperately wanted to be with Elvis and she was going to do anything to win him over. Now that she was thinking about it, this was a very bratty mindset but it's merely the product of her parents great affections and wealth. She wasn't responsible for it, thus she didn't dwell on it much.

"Girls do you think he's coming? Be honest?" Y/n frowned deeply, her hands fidgeting with the red reusable cup in her hands. If it wasn't for the thriving party around her, she would be vomiting in the toilet right now.

"Y/n I can't believe you're still hung up on that guy-" Daphne started, holding a beer can that she'd stolen from the fridge. Y/n was sure her father would be pissed about the fact that most of his precious beer had been stolen by a bunch of sweaty 20-year-olds.

"He's not just some guy, Daph?!" Lily cried out dramatically "He is the Elvis Presley and our Y/n has the chance to win his affections!"

"All I'm saying is that she should be grounded and- " Daphne paused for a second and her jaw dropped the moment she looked behind Y/n "Holy moly, hun.."

"What? What is it?" Y/n turned around and her eyes found him. He was right there, pouring himself a cup of spiked punch. He looked ethereal standing there with his perfectly styled jet black hair and expensive watch adorning his wrist. She could do nothing but turn back around and face her friends with a shocked expression.

"Oh my goodness! What do I do?!" Y/n whisper-yelled at her friends who looked back at her with great enthusiasm.

"What you're going to do is talk to him-" Daphne grabbed Y/n's shoulders viciously

"And you're going to ask him for an autograph- I need it in my collection- " Lily and Daphne smiled at y/n encouragingly, making her sigh in preparation for the possible humiliation.

Y/n patted down her velvety dress and made her way to the bouffee. This could either be a cruel joke on her or Elvis was actually interested in seeing her again. She definetly preffered the latter.

She gathered up the courage and poked him in the back a couple of times. Elvis turned around in surprise looking even more beautiful up close. Y/n could have fainted then and there.

"Hi" She smiled gently, trying desperately to hide the nerves and her extreme enthusiasm

"Hiya doll," He smirked back then clinked his plastic cup against hers "Happy birthday and everythin', hope you're having fun" Y/n really couldn't understand how this man could be so confident and cocky but so awkward at the same time.

"Now that you're here I am" She stated boldly. Y/n might as well jump head first into this, she has absolutely nothing to lose but her dignity at worst.

"Really?" Elvis' brow quirked and he chuckled in amusement "Well, I'm glad to be of service, baby"

Baby. Baby!? Oh Y/n could cry. This was the best birthday gift by far. Not even the hair rollers Lily got her could compete with this.

"So, Elvis, are ya enjoying your time at the studio?" Y/n asked not wanting the conversation to die out. That would be embarassing.

"Yeah, it's good to be back, ya know? Making music and all that- It feels exciting" Elvis spoke looking down at the drink in his hand. He looked absolutely adorable smiling at his drink all shy. Y/n had to fight the urge to smother him in kisses.

"I hope my daddy ain't giving you much trouble, he's always been such a perfectionist" Y/n casually took a sip from her drink

Elvis laughed slightly "Nah, he's great. I'm thrilled to be working with him really- He's a very charismatic man, has an ear for music"

"well, don't you ever tell him that, he won't believe ya" She found herself finally relaxing under his piercing gaze. It just felt so natural to talk with him. "He's too humble, that man"

"Believe me I know" Elvis raised his eyebrows in agreement "if you were in the studio you'd know how many compliments he brushes off"

"I keep having to remind him to take a compliment once in a while- Every Saturday that I'm there it's always the same thing" Y/n grinned, recalling her fathers flustered face.

"You're there on Saturdays?" Elvis' face lit up suddenly

"Yeah, don't ya remember? We met on a Saturday" She stiffled a laugh at his shocked features

"Right- right- I-I-I forgot about that," Elvis cleared his throat a bit and the confident look appeared on his face again "Well, do you sing or somethin', honey?"

"I don't know if I'm any good, but I do a bit of singing, yeah- Why do you ask Elvis?"

"Just wondering," He took a sip of his drink and resumed his sentence "Wouldn't mind a duet with ya"

"Me?! A duet with you?! You're insane Elvis!" Y/n laughed incredulously

"Why not?" He chuckled warmly "I have a bunch of songs that are in need of a voice like yours"

"You haven't even heard me once Elvis! I could be absolutely useless!"

"I'm prepared to take that risk, hun'"

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And he did take that risk. The very next day Elvis had invited Y/n to the studio to check out some new songs. Now, Y/n and her father had just arrived, parking right in front of the entrance of the huge building. She took a deep breath before they both got out and walked in.

The space immidiately brought a sense of comfort to her. Y/n had been accompanying her father to the studio for at least a decade now. Therefore, some of her fondest memories with her father had been made there.

The two of them greeted the secretery and she waved back hastily in the midst of making phonecalls.

"Are you nervous, sunshine?" Y/n's father smiled sympathetically as he filled some cups with warm coffee.

"Can you blame me?" She chuckled, however, the butterflies in her stomach were still intense

"Well, ya shouldn't worry sweetheart, Mr.Presley is indeed a gentleman"

Y/n smiled at that, recalling the previous night they spent together, talking and laughing. Before she knew it, her father had filled the cups with the warm beverage and they'd reached the studio.

"Good morning boys!" Her father spoke loudly as they entered the spacious room.

There they all were, sitting around the coffee table on comfortable armchairs. On the table a bunch of papers were spread, not leaving much room for the coffee Y/n and her father had brought with them.

The rest of the boys didn't lift their heads, only Elvis did. His eyes landed on Y/n and lit up. For all she knew she could have been a stack of gold by the way his face was covered with admiration. Obviously, she didn't know that Elvis was admiring her and how the morning sun hit her just right as it bled into the room. Y/n looked even prettier than the night before.

"Good morning" She spoke, a lump forming in her throat, as the two other men shifted their focus to her.

Elvis finally leaped up from his chair "Y/n's singin' with me today, boys" then he faced her with a comforting smile "That's Scotty and Bill, you've seen 'em before"

"Yes, I certainly have, pleasure" Y/n shook hands with both of them and the session began.

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Y/n was already aware that today she would be surrounded with individuals much more talented and professional than she could ever be. Now, everybody knew that Elvis sang like an angel but when Scotty and Bill picked up their instruments, Y/n swore that she was in heaven. The three of them were magical.

At the moment, they were preparing for a song that seemed to make Elvis unusually nervous. However, he was trying to cover it up by making small talk with The Jordanaires, his background singers.

"Y/n? Y/n?" Y/n's vision was blocked by Scotty's hand waving in front of her face "You're distracted" Scotty told her knowingly, a smirk appearing on his face. He was a very sweet boy but also very disciplined when it came to work. Although, Y/n liked that about him, right now all she wanted to do was stare at Elvis.

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just-" Y/n leaned closer to the guitarist to whisper " Elvis seems nervous- I mean look at how he's jittering"

"He's always jittering, Y/n" Scotty told her as if he was trying to avoid saying anything

"Scotty look at him" Y/n said seriously

"Well, if you pay attention to the sheet music you'll understand" Scotty looked at her expectantly as she examined the paper and Y/n suddenly felt grateful for her ability to read sheet music. Her eyes widened when they landed on the last chord progression.

"Scotty that's a really high note" Y/n spoke in shock

"Yeah, no shit," Scotty sighed "He's been practicing all week"

"Well, a vocal coach could-"

"Help? Nah, he's too stubborn- Says he wants to do it by himself"

"That's stupid"

"Tell me about it," The man shrugged and got up, ready to record "Boys are y'all ready?"

And they began recording. Y/n stood next to The Jordanaires once again to sing the background vocals. The song was going particularly well until Elvis stopped singing mid-verse.

"EP you good, man?" Bill asked, side-eyeing Scotty who shrugged

"Nah, I-I-I just um-" Elvis' eyes wandered anxiously around him until they landed on her and finally seemed to relax "Y/n come 'ere, baby"

"Next to you?" Y/n was getting nervous too now. She was not prepared for this. Doing the background vocals was a piece of cake, but doing a duet with America's best singer was taking it too far. Elvis obviously had faith in her, however, knowing herself Y/n was very likely to ruin the whole session.

"Yeah, we're sharing the microphone," Elvis spoke with his hands resting on his hips and a playful grin "Don't feel right without ya"

"But-"

"Just do me the favor, doll," He pleeded with his eyes, just like a little kid would "I promise this will turn out so good"

Thus, Y/n obeyed. She walked next to him, placing her sheet music on the stand before them. Her hands were shaking quite a bit, making her even more self consious than before. Why was she finding it so hard to be a professional for once? If she actually wanted to follow this profession, she would have to stop looking and acting so mortified.

When Elvis noticed her fidgeting and shaking, he couldn't help but feel the need to comfort her. That's why his large and warm hands found themselves on top of her own cold ones. Something he didn't expect is how well they fit together, just like puzzle pieces. Usually these kind of situations made Elvis want to run away and not look back, but for the first time he felt as if he was doing the right thing.

"You know how to sight read?" He asked her quietly, trying to take her mind off of the singing.

"Yeah, I was in my church's choir when I was younger" Y/n answered, very much aware of her hands being engulfed by his. Not that she minded it, it was just surprising and a bit overwhelming.

"Gospel, huh? Gotta listen to ya sing some of those tunes one day, baby" She didn't miss the enthusiasm in his voice at the thought of Gospel music. Elvis was a very spiritual person.

Before Y/n could answer, the instruments had already started playing the upbeat tune of Now or never.

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"Thank ya fellas- We'll make it big with this record" Elvis chatted with the men around him.

"You're already big, E" Chuckled Bill, taking the last sip of his now cold coffee.

"Nah, I tell ya, boys- I can feel it- This record we're cuttin' will be the start of something big" Elvis' eyes were filled with hope. Now, that he was out of the army he felt unstoppable.

Y/n kept quiet as she picked up her things and shoved them in her bag. Elvis has been praising his friends for at least five minutes, but didn't even look at her after the recording stopped. She couldn't understand what his problem was. He had been so sweet to her, so gentle, and now he's ignoring her. Y/n felt used. Used for the perfect recording and then thrown away. What if she becomes just a name on a list of all the girls the king of rock and roll dated? What if she becomes a bitter old woman sometime in the future writing a book about the "real" Elvis Presley? What if she hates him soon? She should stop spiraling.

Elvis was waving goodbye to his friends as they left the studio, their laughter echoing off the walls. They were alone and Y/n hadn't even noticed how quickly that came to be. So, she picked up her bag awkwardly and headed to the door without a word, as he watched her with confusion.

"Where you going?" He grabbed her wrist with a frown

"Home. I'm sure my daddy's waiting for me outside" She spoke coldly, trying to rip her hand from his grasp. Y/n still had some dignity left and she wasn't going to give in to his tactics.

"Don't treat me like that baby, what did I do?" His frown now deepend as he walked closer to her

"Don't call me baby, Elvis" He was making it extremely hard being mad at him when these nicknames sounded so good rolling off his tongue.

"Why? You don't like it?" Elvis smirked as if he could read her thoughts "You're squirming under my touch, honey" and thats when he held her face with his one hand, as the other snaked around her waist. Y/n hated to admit it but everything that he was doing felt so right.

After a bit of silence and looking at each others lips, Y/n couldn't handle it anymore, she had to say something. "Say something sweet to me, Elvis"

"Hmm," He chuckled lightly "You wanna hear it, don't ya? How good you were, singing your little heart out?" And she couldn't help but nod, all common sense was thrown out the window from the moment he touched her anyways.

"You were good, baby, so so good for me," His lips were now almost on hers, and she was so eager for him to close that gap "You're my muse" and he kissed her.

He was eager, yet gentle. Y/n had been kissed before but this could not compete with the unexperienced and lanky boys from college. Elvis was skilled with his hands as they roamed her body in a way that she had never been touched before. He made her feel beautiful, like he was a sculptor and she was a statue of a greek godess. His touch brought her to life.

"Elvis- Elvis stop-" Y/n pulled away suddenly

"D-Did I do something wro-?"

"Someone's coming" They both quieted down and the sound of a man's laughter reached their ears. Y/n could recognise that laugh anywhere "My daddy's coming!" she whisper-yelled.

They both jumped off of each other, adjusting their clothes, just in time. Her father marched in still chuckling to himself as the two stood in front of the door uncomfortably.

"Hiya kids," Y/n's dad lifted his head and looked between the two of them, now looking uncomfortable himself. The tension was so thick Y/n could cut it with a knife.

"Everything alright, Elvis?"

"Yes, sir" Elvis nodded a little too aggresively

"Ready to leave, sunshine?" Y/n nodded now as well. After waving goodbye at an overwhelmed Elvis, she grabbed her fathers hand and they walked out of the studio.

When the both of them finally got in the car Y/n sighed, looking through her bag for her compact mirror. She prayed her makeup wasn't too messed up. They were almost caught, but there was something thrilling about the whole situation.

"You know you can talk to me right, sweetie?" Her father looked at her with a frown, and when she nodded in return he continued talking.

"Cause, if Mr.Presley is not acting appropriately- If he's being weird- You know boys, at his age, want different things-"

"Daddy!" Y/n looked up at him with shock written all over her face "I got the message- Can ya just drive us home please?"

"Sorry sweetheart"

Actually, Elvis was being quite inappropiate, but she liked it. It would be their secret. After that kiss Y/n felt like a whole different person, like something had awakened in her. She wasn't sure how to stop it, not that she wanted to. Elvis helped her feel so wild and alive. She felt as if she had spent her life living under some rock, and he took her out of that monotony. Y/n couldn't wait until the next time she would see him.

[ilyasorokinn]

fight, fight, fight , zack macewen

note, this was inspired after reading some post about how syd was nervous after watching marty fight chara. i get inspo from the weirdest things, but i had to look up who fought him in the past and i went with zack so yay! this is dedicated to @iwantahockeyhimbo cause we are both zack lovers. pair, zack macewen x reader summary, zack macewen, 6'3, gets into a fight with 6'9 giant, zdeno chara. warnings, fighting, word count, 744 words (something short and funny)

(gif not mine)

You were having quite a good time, but that all quickly came tumbling down after Zack went after Mayfield. Going after Mayfield wasn't the problem, but the aftermath of the hit was the problem.

To be fair, he didn't start the fight, Chara did, but that didn't ease anything, "Holy crap." You watched in horror as everyone around you rose to their feet and cheered.

Someone put a comforting hand on your back, but it did nothing to soothe the panic you were feeling, "You idiot." You muttered, getting a couple laughs from the girls.

They punched at each other, and Zack managed to get a few good hits in before his helmet was thrown off. A couple more punches were thrown by Chara and Zack was on his knees, jersey was on the verge of coming off, and that's when the refs stepped in.

You sat down in your chair, mouth hanging open in shock as he was pushed off to the penalty box, but not before Chara made sure he was okay.

"You okay?" One of the girls asked with a laugh.

"He's the biggest idiot I've ever met in my life." 11 minutes later after the period was over and you knew Zack was in the locker room, you grabbed your phone and immediately called Zack.

"Hello?"

"You're the biggest idiot in the entire world." He laughed, "I don't know why you're laughing."

"It's funny, come on. I'm fine, he's fine, Mayfield's fine, we're all good." He tried to reassure.

"I'm hanging up now 'cause I'm mad at you."

"Well, you are the one who called."

"I hate you." You stated, then hung up.

-

"So, Zack, what was the consensus on the fight?" One of the interviewers asked.

Zack laughed, "Well, after the game, my girlfriend called."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, she's here, so she saw everything in person, but she called me after the game and kinda chewed me out."

"I take it she's not keen on you fighting?"

"Oh, no, quite the opposite. She's the first person to cheer me on, but I think the part that really got her was the 6'9 part of it all." He joked, "I'll be in the doghouse for a bit, but it's all in good fun."

After media, he packed up all his stuff and got ready to head out. He saw you waiting by his car in the parking lot. You looked up at him from your phone and glared at him.

"Oh, come on." He laughed.

"Stop laughing. Nothing about this is funny." You punched his shoulder.

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sydneyemartin: i think @/yourusername and i should start a club together. the "my significant other fought a 6'9 giant" club. you in, y/n?

12.3k likes 5.3k retweets

yourusername: oh, definetly.

hockeywags: the dynamic duo we didn't know we needed.

islesfan: y/n y/l/n and sydney martin taking the world by storm.

flyers6: these two are about to break the internet.

-

A few days later, you were on Gretchen Geraghty's, a YouTuber and one of the guys' girlfriend, podcast just to talk and have fun, "So, I've gotten some DM's after people found out you'd be on this week's episode..."

"Oh, boy..." You laughed.

"And I'm guessing my your reaction you know exactly where this is going?" She laughed.

"Is it about Zack?"

"It is about Zack?" She nodded, "For those who don't know o don't follow hockey, Zack plays hockey with Max for the Flyers, and a few days ago, Zack got into a fight with another player, and that player is like a giant."

"Oh, yeah. He's like almost 7 feet tall, and I'm not exaggerating."

"What was the consensus after the fight?"

"I got a lot of DMs from fans, and Zack got a lot from fans. Sydney Martin, Matt Martin's wife, another hockey player, tweeted about it. I woke up the next morning and was tagged in so many posts and my friends and family was just sending me memes. It was pretty great."

"I watched his post-game interview where he said you actually root for him when he fights."

"I usually do, because hockey is a sport where fighting is encouraged. And I'm obviously very nervous when he does fight, but I do root for him. This time was a little different because he was fighting a literal giant."

"Any injuries?"

"Got a bit of bruise forming." You laughed, "Nothing too serious. I made him see a doctor the day after."

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Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 25 (The Paul Ending)

"Who first?" Paul asked, tapping the book.

Who did she want to see? There was Ringo, George, and John, but she felt that there was something that she needed to do first. 

"You." She said, rubbing her arms for comfort. She had felt bad for Paul...he had lost many people in his life and she failed not losing herself the first time. Once things were fixed then everything was perfect for him, right? John and her had started something in the past, but she knew Paul had liked her too. Even George, but...she had to make it up to him. 

"Me?" Paul asked, confused. "Why would you want to see me? Haven't you seen me enough?" He gave a small smile as his words faded. He looked as if he was fighting back the urge to say something. Something important that he just couldn't say no matter how much he wanted to. He turned to a blue door that was covered in riding gear and horseshoes. Y/N gripped the scrapbook tightly and walked over to the door he had looked at. Paul frowned and followed her. She opened the door to reveal a mesmerizing sight of the countryside. While it wasn't a large area, it was certainly impressive. Two horses were eating hay in a small stable next to the door. 

"You have to be F****** joking!" She freaked, "You have a whole stable and..." Paul was taken aback by her language. He was not used to her speaking this way. 

"Uh...yeah. It's a hobby and all." He said with a nervous smile. Y/N couldn't believe her eyes and based off of Paul's reaction he couldn't believe her reaction. 

"That's so cool! We can go over your scrapbook pages and ride horses!" She cheered, opening the book as she tried to find Paul's page. 

"Have you ridden horses before?" He asked, nervously. 

"A little when I was younger." She replied as Paul grabbed the book from her. 

"Here we are." He said, handing the book back. The section was called, "On the run with Paul and Y/N" which was a bit cringy in her opinion, but sweet nonetheless. There were pictures of Paul and the band during Beatlemania along with pictures that consisted of Y/N and her apartment. They mostly featured her and the other band members more than Paul...mostly because he was the one taking the pictures. 

"This is amazing." She smiled, looking over what felt like thousands of pictures. Paul chuckled as he walked over to one of the horses and petted its sides.

"That's years of work for you, luv." He said, retrieving a saddle from the stable. "You want to go for a ride?" He motioned to the horse and Y/N's face lit up  with excitement.

"Really?" She asked, closing the book and running over to the stable. She quickly retrieved the saddle and watched Paul put the saddle on his horse. Y/N tried to replicate it best she could. Paul ended up having to help her, but she shrugged it off as she finally got the chance to actually ride the horse. She had the largest smile as she rode on the horse. 

"How is it?" Paul asked, watching her steer the horse. It had been a while and her riding skills were definetly rusty. 

"Wonderful!" She replied with a grin. Paul just smirked as he led the horse over the countryside. Y/N still didn't know how this was possible, but why care? It was cool! Everything was as calming as a cool spring shower. It felt as if the world was at peace just for a moment. Y/N thought about the scrapbook and how she longed for the old days. The days when they all were living normal lives out in Liverpool. Paul hummed to himself as they looked out across the land. "What are you humming?" She asked. 

"Maybe I'm Amazed." He replied. 

"Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time..." She sang, making Paul cringe.  

"You don't have to sing that, Y/N." He acted embarrassed. 

"Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you. Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time. You hung me on a line..." She sang it softer than Paul did. She thought it fit better for the mood and Paul still looked like he was trying to block out her song. When had he become so embarrassed by singing. Paul's face began to fade as he looked younger again. "Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you..." She stopped singing as she didn't want him to suffer more. He sighed. 

"Maybe I'm a man. Maybe I'm a lonely man who's in the middle of something..." He added, reluctantly. He couldn't deny the smile spreading on his face though. 

"That he really doesn't understand..." She laughed as his face turned red like a tomato.

"Maybe I'm a man. And maybe you're the only woman who could ever help me. Baby, won't you help me understand?" He sang louder and prouder. His confidence seemed to be building as the Paul Y/N remembered came back. She then let out a chuckle. 

"No." She simply said. Paul looked taken aback for a moment before catching on to what she meant. 

"You're a sly one." He smirked, turning back towards the stables. He looked down at his hands and let out a gasp. "My hands..." He muttered. 

"Yeah, guess who's younger again." She said, nervously. It was still nerve racking to see Paul young again. It was natural, but still very unnatural at the same time. 

"What are we going to do!" He freaked, "This isn't how it's supposed to be! Is the timeline even more messed up!?" Paul began to panich which made his horse start to panic. 

"Paul, calm down." Y/N reassured, noticing the horses discomfort. "Get off the horse--" Paul jumped off the horse. He almost fell, which would have been scary if he was still old. The horse ran back towards the stable and Y/N shook her head with a laugh. "Calm down! Don't worry about that right now. We'll fix it if we need to." 

"If we need to to?" 

"Did I stutter?" She smirked and he shook his head. 

"What am I going to do with you?" 

"What are you amazed?" She held back her laugh as he let out a chuckle. 

"Maybe I am amazed." He replied, motioning for her to follow him back to the stable. 

"Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time. Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you." She continued singing to herself. Paul kept glancing back at her.

"Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song. Right me when I'm wrong..." He helped her off the horse and she smiled at him. 

"Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you..." She kissed him on the lips which made his eyes grow large. He let out a chuckle. 

"I didn't quite expect that, luv." He blushed, "Thank you for everything." 

"No, thank you." She hugged him. Paul embraced her and she felt at ease again. Everything had come full circle and it made the experience worth being there. Who knows what more could be in store. Who knows what lies ahead. Either way she was happy to be with Paul and he was happy to be with her. 

[theoxvest]

Thinking about what all the Oxventurer's rooms would look like on the Joyful Damnation.

Corazon: The Captain's quarters is definetly massive. There is a large king size bed with the highest end pillow and blanket in the middle. To the side there's a sturdy oak desk (nailed into the floor like most of the furniture on the ship). He's got a shelf above that which holds all his penny dreadful sagas and other adventure books he likes. On the other side of the room there's a few chests and shelves filled with the more expensive treasures that he likes keeping around.

Dob: His room is pretty simple, this guy is very unmaterialistic. Most importantly he has a little hammock hanging from the ceiling. Theres a spare lute and a few other instruments he's picked up scattered on the floor. There's a bucket of songs he's written out and worked on. Finaly he has a little painting of him and Suzette he had commissioned that he has hung up next to his bed.

Egbert: His room is pretty similar to what the paladin quarters where like at Mistmire. There's a simple bed, blanket, and pillow. Next to it, a small desk with all his pamphlets spread about it. Then on the wall there's a few maces mounted. Unlike Mistmire though, there's a cushion by the foot of the bed for a certain seal to sleep.

Merilwen: Since she doesn't have to sleep she has a little mat spread out on the ground to enter her trances on when she wants alone time. If she really wants to lie down though there's a small cat tower set up in front of a window to lounge in and soak up the sun so she just wildshapes for that. Theres a rack of herbs and seeds in the corner for her to practice magic and snack on. She also had a large (probably stolen) landscape of a forest painting installed to help with the homesickness.

Prudence: Theres for sure a thematically appropriate coffin in her room for her to sleep in. The windows of her room are covered by curtains. A mural of Cthulu is painted on the wall to help instill a sense of fear and dread to visitors. There's also a good size desk and shelves crammed in to fit as many spellbooks, arcane artifacts, and stored up human blood she'd need.

Finaly the Crew's quarters. Corazon actualy does run a tight ship so whenever the Oxventurer's aren't out adventuring on land the crew knows to keep everything ship shape. All of them have a hammock and modest chest for personal items in the large crew's quartes. There's also a table set up for card games to help pass the time and a few books Corazon read and didn't like.

[succumbingtohandsthatruin]

so Goatwhore's recent 2022 album Angles Hung From The Gates Of Heaven is really good. i think i like it more than their last full length release, Vengeful Ascension, which was also really fuckin good. their recent album continues and builds on what i liked about Vengeful Ascension; theres more black metal influence to be heard on tracks like Born Of Satan's flesh with that nasty ever droning low note before running through the chord progression at carpel-tunnel inducing speeds. The drums on thks track are also much more black metal on this song with more consistent bell-happy blast beating.

im also a huge fan of the both more technical and varied riffage on the album. The Bestowal of Abomination has several main riffs that play off of each other cleverly and a unique breakdown comprised of them. however the increased power of the guitars doesnt mean they overplay their hand. sonic space is respected and upheld where needbe on the album

the title track is one such example. the guitars are working in conjunction to slowly brutally bring down the chord progression to hit you over the head with one chord at a time over the eerie droning cleaner toned guitar or they exist just as texture. playing and holding chords to emphasize the kick drums while the other guitar occasionally spits a few notes of demented arpegiation that truly bring that sinister feeling of being trapped in a dusty void to fruition

Goatwhore is often refreshing to me in modern death metal because of their tendency to leave in more sonic space and focus on building a specific atmosphere rather than going for the heaviest possible production choices. brutal for sure but sometimes meditative, groovy, or slower. this album definetly channels some of Sammy's Acid Bath groove as many riffs are a little sludgy; as on The Devil's Warlords

the soloing on this album is somewhat varied. some solos would feel at home in groove metal, some are very blackmetal, but for the most part they are that very heavy bluesy style Sammy has. nothing special perse but solid, definetly no momentum killers.

The drums on this album are more varied in style and substance than previously. they can be surprisingly subtle like on the track Weight Of A Soulless Heart. here seldom to no cymbols are used for most the duration of the song, nor are there a bunch of fills or snare abuse. and that leaves room for the drummer to spruce up the simpler beats with extra little affectations until they are dripping with character. at some point on Weight Of A Soulless Heart it sounds as if just the bell of the kit is dueling the overbearing rhythm guitar and its such a moment

the bass here is nothing special. it gets the job done. mostly providing backing for the rhythm guitar and still playing its intended musical role, but treated as the generic metal bass. mixed so that youd have to seek it out to hear it there isnt much to say. the songwriting is strong enough its not missed, although for the sludgier more atmospheric tracks i think a prominent, apocolyptic, rumbling bass line would be a strong base to the song for the guitars to chime in over with more haunting phrases and melodies.

the vocals here are pretty outstanding. if you're familiar with the band its pretty par for the course - though its a course you never get tired of. lyrically,,,, its fucking Goatwhore. i think their lyricism when it came to imagery has always been strong and evocative of their intent. other than that, satan.

all in all one of my favorite metal releases from last year, solid af

[25237989789gfhfchg]

Endou's Stupidity

HI,again,this time i will do again a tickle fic but from an anime INAZUMA ELEVEN(hope you know it) if not wait for others,or write in the comments what should the next fic be about

Side note:The events of the fic(if happened in the anime)will be taking place after the Aliea Academy stuff and before the World Tournament

There will be:ler!Kidou;ler!Gouenji;ler!Someoka and finally lee!Endou

These are the Jappanese names and translated there will be

Endou-Mark Evans;Gouenji-Axel Blaze;Kidou-Jude Sharp and Someoka-Kevin Dragonfly. I'll also be refering to them in the Jappanese names cause its more easy for me

On a sunny day,around 3 PM Endou after leaving school went to his secret training spot where he learned preety much all of his hissatsu moves that he knows

-Already here Endou?

-As expected.

-Oh,hi Kidou,Gouenji whatcha doing?

-We wanted to suprise you with a gift

-Oh,a gift.what did i do to deserve a gift?

-Don't think about that just open it.Said Gouenji while looking into his bag to find the gift.

-Whoa wheehre it is

-Oh god Gouenji don't tell me you lost it.

-I'm sorry i gave it to Someoka to take a look at it and i don't think he gave it back

-Oh well not a problem im sure he will come and give it to me.

-Well i guess so,sorry again Endou.

-Not a problem,OH guys look at this i've hung up this small tires so i can figure out how to use Mugen The Hand.All i have to do is try and punch trough the tires without hitting them

-That semes like a bad way to learn Mugen The Hand.

-Whaa??

-Yeah didn't you say Mugen The Hand is focusing on concentration

-Yeah...

-Well why don't you sit on this log and stick you're feet and hands through the tires

-Hmmm that seems like a better idea,let's try it

Said Endou doing what Kidou suggested.In the mean time Kidou and Gouenji were wispering at each other something about the a plan B

Endou entered both of his feet and whrists in the tires while Kidou and Gouenji were smirking at each other looking somewhat prepared for something.As much as Endou tried to the tires were to big for his hands to stay still and they were also wiggly and hard for Endou to keep still and focus

-UUUH i hate this its so...

-Endou be calm here let's just make you stay with you're back against the tree and tie youre hands and feet in that position

-Well what do i have to lose.Said Endou smiling as they started to tie him around the tree making him stay prefectly still and almost impossible to escape which was just what Kidou and Gouenji wanted.So you see after the Aliea Academy battles Endou has been recognised more at school and preety much everywere he goes but that hasn't been the same for any of the others from Raimon,they were basically forgoten.So even though Kidou and Gouenji weren't jealous of Endou,this was one of the only reason that they could have had to to this to Endou.

And by ,,THIS'' i mean to TICKLE HIM

-Finally,this isn't annoying.Thanks guys.

-Well you wouldn't be thanking us for too long.Said Gouenji while lowering and sitting beside Endou's size 8 Raimon Team's shoes while Kidou sat beside Endou's right shoe

-Wait whaa whatcha guys doing.

-We've been really sick of all of the popularity you've been getting at school and preety much all around the world so we've decided to have a little fun with you.Said Kidou while both him and Gouenji took of his shoes simultaneously which launched an incredible smelly scent probably created by all of the running Endou did in the school halls

-Whaa,fun what do you mean by fun,and whoa why are you taking of my shoes??Said Endou confused by why his shoes have been took of by his friends and now not only the shoes but the socks too,which revealed his GORGEOUS size 8 smooth and dirty barefeet

-WHAAT and the socks too what has gotten into you guys is this some kind of game that everybody is playing?

-It is a game and a very funny one,definetly especially for the one in you're place

-Indeed,so do you want us to begin?

-Uh,ok i guess if you say so start.Said Endou which was the word that signaled Kidou and Gouenji to begin without hesitate.They started slow just by circling along his feet with a single finger but that still made Endou go preety nuts

-WHOahaHhahahaHah oOhoOHohOHohOK IhIHIhits enohohohohough ihgihi dohohont lihike thiihihihs gaahahahme

Endou's feet were INSANELY TICKLISH,proably beacuse he read somewhere on the internet that using lotion for you're feet make's you have more footing and overall to ,,be a better goalkeeper''.Well let's just say that kind of backfired for Endou

-Trust us Endou you will love it by the end.Said Kidou before he switched his technique.Now he was using 2 fingers and scrathing the top of his sole.In the meantime Gouenji started to use 3 of his fingers and also scratch but slowly all of his sole

-AHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHHAAAGHOHOHOUEHENJIDOHOHOHOHOHNTDOHOHOHOOHOOTHAHAHAHAT IHIHI CAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHKE IHIHIT.IHIHIHIIT TIHIHIHICKLEES TOHOOHO MUHUHUCUCH

-What this?Said Gouenji before he started to go harder

-YEEHEHEHHEHAHHAHAAHAH YEAAHAHAHAH THAAHAHAHAAT IHIHIHSIS SOHSOSSOSO BAHAHAD

-HEY WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE?A loud voice in the back of the two kids starteled them a bit until they turned back and saw i was Someoka

-GOohohod SOMEOKA PLEASE HELP ME GET OUT OF THIS.

-He sure will be Endou or is he?

-What do you mean?

-Someoka is with us oh and he bought the gift that we forgot at him.

-Uh gift?

-Yeah Endou don't you remember i came here to give you this gift.

-Whahat's in there please tell me there are some scissors to cut this rope

-Not at all,there are...2 ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSHES.Said Someoka while he took out of a bag 2 brand new electric toothbrushes

-Wait what am i supposed to do with those?

-You're not gonna do anything with these we are. Said Kidou before placing the electric toothbrushes between Endou's left foot big toe and index toe and between his right foot's ring toe and pinky toe.When out of nowere Someoka took out of the bag a duct tape which they were gonna use to tape the electric toothbrushes to his feet so they wouldn't fall

-Now this is the final level Endou,you can start it Someoka

-It will be my pleasure Kidou.

-Wait whaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHH THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHTS SSHOOOSHOSHOSOHSOO BAHHAHAHAHAHAHNOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHMOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOREEHHEEHE OHOHOORIHIHIHIM GOHOHOHOHNA PEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEMYPAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNTS.

-Weeell that seems like a you problem,here boys let's go get some ice cream

-That could ce nice let's go

-You know i never say no to ice cream.SOOO yeah BYE ENDOU

-Yea bye Endou

-Byee

-WHAAHAHHAHAAIHIHIT GUHUHUHUHUYS YOOHOHOHOHOHOHHOOHOHU CAHHAHAHNT LEEHEHAHAHAHHVEHEH MEHEHEH LIHIHKEHHEHE THIHIHIS

After about 15 minutes or so the toothbrushes ran out of battery.Probably beacuse Someoka was being cheap but after another 5 minutes Endou was out of the ropes and hurring home while thinking in his mind how he will get revenge and who will be the first one.

THE END

So yeah this is the end,probably the next ones will be Endou's revenge on all of his friends.He'll probably start with Gouenji;))

[friend-of-wisdom]

Not related to academia but i'm really happy that I am actually making new friends!!!!!

I used to hang out almost exclusively with my school friends, but after everyone moved to other countries to study, I was left pratically alone here in my city. And I was never someone who would easily become friends with new people. I'm not shy, nor I dislike meeting new people, it's just very very rare for me to get closer to someone unless there's this spark of like "omg you totally understand me". A couple of my school friends stayed in our city so I got to hang out with them a lot, and it was really good, I love them. But I missed having lots of friends, like I used to.

Then I met a guy through one of my school friends and he and I got along so well! We hang out all the time, becoming friends with him was definetly one of the best things that happened this year. With him it was the "omg we share the same braincell" spark, that's how we've become close friends so fast.

The newest challenge that I got this year was making friends in college. For 1 year and 6 months, classes were online and thus it was quite impossible to make friends. I did get to know a couple of people who were super nice with me, but we didnt talk much (and I only saw them for the first time irl like 6 months ago!!!). But then this year in person classes started again and being in an actual classroom with other people was so different from the last two years! And even though I was secretly eager to talk to the other students, it took me a while to feel comfortable socializing with them. They are all really nice people, though!!! The thing is, there are only two girls including me in the philosophy classes I'm taking, and the rest are boys and men. I am friends with lots of boys, but there's this sisterhood things that makes us girls hang close to each other, for support or wathever. Anyways, this girl and I started talking and I saw she seemed to be really nice. Although she had a completely different style and likings from me, she was super open to everything, and I got each day more comfortable with her. I started considering her as a friend, but we only would meet at uni. Then I decided I would invite her to my birthday party, even tho we weren't that close, and it was a good thing to do! We got closer and today was the first time we hung out outside of uni together!! It made me so happy to go out with a new friend, talk to them and have fun outside of uni!! Yesterday we were talking about the weather and cheering the comeback of the sun, then I said "We could go to the beach together one of these days." and she was actually excited with the idea and so we went to the beach today and spent the afternoon there, gossiping, sunbathing and laughing, and having fun!!!! Then we had lunch in a nice restaurant and I went back home but I couldn't stop thinking about how happy I was that I had a new friend to hang out with!!!!!!!

[fumikomiyasaki]

[ caught ]  for your muse to catch my muse wearing their shirt

Damián & Carol

[ boop ]  for your muse to boop my muse on the nose

Sin & Rubina

[ crawl ]  for your muse to crawl into bed with mine

Tarak & Emma

Some spice implications yada yada... you know the deal.

It was a month ago since Carol and Damián started dating and as he invited her to stay with him in a room after a party she agreed being tired and falling to sleep quickly with his arms around her... the next day she got out of his arm and looked for her uniform... picking up one of the clothing she accidently picked up his shirt, however she was tempted to put it on herself out of curiousity how big the height difference did make his clothing to her... in the end the shirt was hanging pretty loosely away from her hips...  definetly doesn’t fit. She unbottoned a bit of it to get dressed as she noticed him waking up and staring at her.

“Um I... I was j-just curious.”

He smirked a little and leaned to her to drag her back to bed... holding her in his grip but softly. He smirked at her lightly eyeing her.

“Mi Amor...Seeing you like this I can’t resist... You look too good... you could have told me that you wanted to be that close to me to take in my smell....”

She grew red as a tomato... being this close to him with barely much on... his arms on her back pressing him to her...Still she was fond of where she was and so she leaned into his touches. So much for getting dressed...

Rubina sighed... once again annoyed by Flynn around the day and his teasing, then of course her parents had to call and then there was these students who just wanted to fuel her anger at her family name even more... it was easy to say she was tired about this day..... she needed anything at least to calm and take a rest... And so... at night she got out the watch the stars as usual to rest... However a familiar face placed down on the tree she walked by and hung upside down to approach her.

“Ruby... why hello there.” Seeing Sin smiling at her upsidedown she couldn’t help it so she softly booped his nose...

“Guess you already cheered me up a little...”

Sin grew a bit red seeing her smile back at him and then got down...

“I wanted to chat with you again... Can I ?”

“That sounds good, lets go to the usual space.”

After her concert Emma came back a bit exhausted...given the concert was closer to NRC she decided to stay with Tarak instead... sneaking as usual away so fans wouldn’t see her... and so after she got settled she crawled into bed with him trying to hug him...

“Need a bit of attention?”

“If that is fine with you... I don’t want to steal some sleep from you... “

“Emma I always have time for you... come here.”

She snuggled against him a little and smiled.

“This warmth and embrace always makes me happy after a long day of work.”

After a while of chatting and resting up they finally fell asleep in each others arms...