#this is disgustingly long and im sorry

[concordewillfly]

currently near tears because i have a latin test in two weeks 🫶🏻 i just look at my textbook and my vision goes blurry why is this torture being bestowed upon me (chose literature as a major)

[rpfisfine]

(hi im back I got scared bc I worried I'd focused too much on myself in my last ask and the demons took over Help) idk why im shocked that there aren't any fics unique to wattpad I dont think the boyboy following is a wattpad bunch we're all old pretentious fucks (endearing). I rly hope they're cool with fics,,, i hope they Get It,,, that would be really sick. they've surprised me before, they can do it again!

you ARE being brave holy shit if I was in your position I think I'd shit myself to DEATH this tension is killing me but I agree your fics are so well written like they're rpf but more importantly they're really good??? truly moving?? literary even??? and i have hope that they'll appreciate that too

- 🌵

HIIIIIIIIIII noooooooo omg not at all!!! its just that ive genuinely sucked ass at answering asks in general since the dawn of time and in the past couple of weeks i have gotten more asks than ive ever received before in my entire life LOL plus my memory is shit so if i dont answer Immediately i forget ive even been sent anything in the first place and its just this whole thing but me not responding wasnt caused by anything you did in the slightest i LOVE getting asks from you!!!

god i literally know it makes complete sense but at the same time it surprised me as well maybe wattpad rly isnt what i remember it being anymore maybe it has fallen off in a pretty major way since 2014..... dude i literally cannot exaggerate how much i want that to be true LOL i rly rly rly hope they are too like i know logically they wouldnt be making the video if they werent but still...... tbh aleksa does strike me as someone who has legitimately written self insert fanfiction abt him & alex in the past so. i think there's some hope for us (joking obvs. unless..)

im gonna be real there hasnt been one moment in the past couple of days where i wasnt shitting and pissing and vomiting myself to death i literally wake up in cold sweat nowadays expecting my inbox to be flooded w anons being like DUDE THE VIDEO IS OUT FHFGNG.. like its BAD the tension is kiling me as well. ohhhhhmy god stop you guys are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo niceys to me i cant believe it..... god.....them apprer . them Complim , them ap- i cant even say it . is something i genuinely honestly cannot even begin to think abt like you guys r being so brave and normal abt this and r trying to comfort me constantly and i just feel like i havent made any mental progress at all since the day of the fateful discovery LOL like ever since i learned its not gonna be posted to their patreon w roughly 5000 subscibers like i hoped but instead to their yt channel with 800k+ subscibers i have been trying even Harder to gaslight myself into thinking my fics somehow wont make it into the video bc when i like sit down and make a serious attempt to entertain the possibility of 800k ppl potentially seeing my writing its just . Like my brain legitimately shuts down. i just cannot physically or mentally comprehend that number at all its not REAL!!!! to me!!!!!! get me out of here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ibyul]

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[slurpnasty]

shu.. shub... shuberry...

[bokunoheros]

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (they do wear a dress and lingerie tho), reader and shouto are married, reader was in 1-A, pro hero shouto, everyone is 27+, alcohol consumption (shouto’s drunk), mentions of smoking a blunt (reader’s high), sex in a classroom, idfk GENRE: smut bruh SUMMARY: when you suggest doing it in public briefly and in passing to your husband, you were not expecting him to take you up on that offer at your fucking high school reunion!? WORD COUNT: 1.9K 🦊’s A/N: okay. so. this was originally supposed to be for iida, but since FORDULA couldn’t do day 18 like they were meant to… i wrote it for shouto instead bc im not writing for tenya sorry yall // also i wrote most of this the day before it was due after waking up at 5am so uhm 👍 god help me

     the very last thing you were expecting from your husband would be the idea of him enjoying semi-public sex—it made sense how one would arrive to this conclusion, seeing as how he’s such a reserved person and all. you don’t even remember when it was that you brought it up—it must have just been a comment in passing; not that shouto missed it, of course. and then the suggestion got him thinking…. like seriously considering it. the more he thought about it, the more arousing it became to him, until it was a borderline fantasy: him fucking you somewhere you could easily be caught at with a large hand covering your mouth to make sure no one could overhear your desperate little noises. fuck.

     now he finds himself at his ten year high school reunion, all dressed up with a raging erection that he was trying to hide by sitting at one of the tables there, grateful for the fabric draped over them, as he drinks and drinks to calm his nerves. thank god you volunteered to drive back home tonight. you don’t know what possessed you, but you didn’t feel like getting slizzard tonight—a stark contrast to your husband, who was trying to drink his boner away. (without much luck, mind you.)

     when you come back over from the dancefloor to check in on your husband, however, he’s quick to excuse himself from the table he’d been seated at all night and drag you off to an empty classroom. 

     “shouto? ‘s something wrong?” you ask, looking up at him. 

     “no—i just—” how does he put this? “really wanna fuck you,” is what comes out of his drunken lips, his brain to mouth filter having shut off for the night. (was it really there to begin with though..?)

     “oh!” you squeak as your cheeks flush at his words and he backs you up against the door. “h–here?” you’re at a loss for words entirely while shouto places both large, calloused hands on your hips as he begins to press sloppy, drunken kisses along your neck. “sh–shouto!”

     “mmh?” he hums, not pausing in his actions—he doubles down, actually, by nipping at the tender flesh of your throat, the hands on your hips sliding down your thighs, down to the hem of the disgustingly skimpy dress you had decided to wear tonight—the reason for his raging erection all night—where they sneak up under it and back of to your hips so he could feel your bare flesh, quirk activating enough for you to feel an extreme difference in temperatures, but not ruin the fabric of your dress from the inside out.

     “we—we can’t do that here; someone’s gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long!” you weakly protest, words holding no real weight. because if you were being one hundred percent honest, you wanted this just as much as he did, even without any alcohol in your system! (you had smoked a blunt and hotboxed the shit out of your car after arriving at the prestigious school, though, as you refused to be sober for an event such as this.)

     “oh yeah? like who?” he counters, beginning to suck at your neck, not lingering on any one spot.

     “a–ashido, probably! i— i just got done dancing with her—”

     “i know, ‘ve been watchin’ you all night,” he slurs. “so you’re just taking a break—maybe you went to the bathroom, that’s not her business.” his hips press into yours, and you whine at the feeling of his hardened cock pressing against your crotch. 

     “god—you’re so full of shit,” you tell him, burying one hand in his two toned hair while the other settles on a sturdy shoulder, and todoroki can’t help but smile at your words.

     “so?” you can feel him grinning against your neck, like a drunken fool in love (which is exactly what he was, by the way). 

     you’re out of comebacks and excuses as to why he shouldn’t fuck you right here, right now, so instead of trying to argue against hip, you tug at his hair so he’ll look at you before leaning in to press a kiss to his plump lips. 

     he tasted like the sake he’d been sipping on all night as he watched you with that intense gaze of his—something he inherited from his father, like it or not—and he hums in a pleased manner as he grips your hips tighter.

     “how much have you had to drink tonight, baby?” you ask once you reluctantly pull away from the kiss—a question shouto chooses to ignore.

     he’d had maybe three and a half red solo cups worth of sake in his system, which was enough for his inhibitions of being caught melt away. he almost hopes you two do get caught (by an old classmate at least) just so he can wordlessly flex that he was the one with the smoking hot spouse and not them. 

     so, with your minimal resistance and shouto’s horny persistence, it’s not long until he’s got his thumbs hooked in the waistband of your panties and is tugging them down your thighs, asking you to step out of them so can keep them in his pocket (for the rest of the reunion). 

     “hhnng—,” you whine as two of shouto’s icy fingers move to play with your clit, and a chill runs down your spine at the feeling. “sho—” you’re cut off by a kiss as your husband slots his lips over yours, teeth clacking slightly as he kisses you sloppily and hungrily. it wasn’t unusual for shouto’s to be a bit of a sloppy kisser (as it turns out, he’s a really big fan of swapping spit), but generally he was more put together than he was right now—it’s like he was trying to eat you whole as his tongue easily slid into your already open mouth.

     you, ever the tease, quickly get with the program and arch your back, pressing your chest against his, and start sucking on his almost burning tongue—something that catches him only slightly off guard. he’s fast with his response though, left hand moving to squeeze your ass, heating up enough to leave a faint burning handprint.

     “fuck!” you squeal at the searing touch and accidentally bite shouto’s tongue in the process.

     he pulls away with a hiss but no real disdain before the same hand that had left a print on your butt comes up to cover your mouth. sure, the music in the gym was awfully loud, but there could still be some other people in the hallway—maybe people who actually had to use the bathroom. it doesn’t matter. what matters is that shouto gets to fuck you, and—an idea comes to mind that only his drunk, secretly perverted brain could think of.

     “shhh,” he shushes you, pulling his hand away from your mouth in order to undo his belt buckle and unbutton his nice dress pants. 

     biting your lip, you nod as he tugs the slacks and his boxers down to about half way down his thick thighs, letting his painfully hard cock spring free and slap against his lower stomach. you can’t help but bite your bottom lip at the sight, and you go to sink to your knees to suck him off before he’s tugging you back up by the hair.

     “no,” he pants, taking his dick in one hand as he plants the other back on your hip. “need t’fuck you—please, angel, i— it hurts,” he whines, lining his throbbing length up with your already wet slit.

     “yeah? okay, fuck—go ahead, baby,” you give him permission to actually insert himself, and he groans loudly at the feeling of your tight heat finally engulfing him. jesus! he had waited all night for this, and it was so worth it.

      “hnngh—shit,” he whimpers, the hand that was previously holding his dick moving to play with your puffy clit as he pushes into you slowly at first before bottoming out all at once. fuck! 

     your breath hitches in your throat and you can’t help but moan shouto’s name while tugging at his hair as he kisses you sloppy style once more. 

     with how drunk and horny he was, it doesn’t take long for your husband to approach his climax, and with the way he was toying with your sensitive button, you’re quickly being worked up to one too, until—

     knockknockknock!

     “hello..? i thought i heard someone groan, are you okay in there?” the voice is familiar, but you can’t quite place your finger on who it was. (it was hagakure, by the way.)

     shouto freezes in all his actions and looks at you with half lidded eyes and a knowing smirk, cheeks flushed as he tries to quieten his breathing. your hips involuntarily roll down against the fingers still pressed against your clit, and you accidentally let out a quiet moan before covering your mouth with both hands, face burning with shame and arousal.

     “all fine in here, thanks,” shouto’s able to get out, though his voice is strained. “just— ….reminiscing!” he lies, as if he wasn’t balls deep in you right now.

     “ooh! fun! can i join?” the door handle jiggles, and shouto’s hand flys out to freeze the door shut. “—huh? hey, what’s with the door?”

     “it’s—uhm, it’s personal memories,” he follows up, dick twitching inside you. fuck, how was he meant to last like this?

     you almost giggle at his lame ass excuse and over the top reaction, until you remember that over the top reaction is the exact reason tooru hadn’t just seen you both in such a compromising position.

     “we’ll be—done soon!” you call out, and at the sound of your voice and insistence on her not coming in, the invisible woman gets the message before saying oh! okay! and finally walking off.

     “that was— that was close, wasn’t it?” shouto pants, starting to move his hips again as his fingers resume their circular motions against your clit. 

     “yeah, i could really feel how excited you were,” you chuckle, to which shouto huffs and picks up his pace. “nngh–!” you moan softly, as you both finally get a chance to cum.

     your husband's dick twitches sporadically deep inside you before hot, sticky cum spills out of it and into you as your pussy spasms and flutters around him, milking shouto for everything he was worth and then some. 

     slowly pulling out of you, he plants a kiss to your spit-soaked lips before pulling his pants back up and redoing his belt and melting away the ice he had created not too long ago as you tug the hem of your dress down, and—hey! that panty thief!

     “shouto…. aren’t you forgetting something?” you try to remind him, cringing at the feeling of his cum starting to leak out of your wet cunt and trickle down your thigh. 

     “mmh,” his brows scrunch in thought, as if he’s actually thinking. “no? i don’t think so?” he moves to grab the door handle, but you bat his hand away and tug at his wrist.

     “my…. my panties?” you say, trying to squeeze your thighs together to prevent any more cum from dripping out, but to no avail.

     “oh! right—” he goes to take them out of his pocket before he pauses and a smirk tugs at his pouty lips. “you can have them back when we get home,” he tells you, opening the door and starting to walk out. “now come on, the others are going to get suspicious if we’re gone too long.”

goddamn him!

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[spikesbunny]

can u draw law (finally) hooking up w/ his long-time ally/acquintance but didnt know reader was mtf and just stares at the dick for a while then carries or smth

+ an: i was torn between making law experienced or unexperienced, so i went with my personal favorite (virgin law)!! also apologies, i know i said i write mtf reader, but dicks are not my specialty </3

minors DNI!

trafalgar law had his eyes on you. ever since you stepped onto his ship 10 years ago, offering to be his nurse.

there was something about you, so appealing. maybe your style? the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders? the piercings you had lining your face?

maybe it was your voice. sweet, alluring.

it was gross. the way he felt about you, sitting in his room, jerking himself off to fucking anatomical diagrams of female reproductive organs. he was a doctor, for fucks sake! and your captain!! this was unprofessional on the highest level.

never had law ever been this pathetic over a crewmate. you probably didn't even want him!!! sure, you were sweeter to him than the others on the crew, but you probably just wanted to warm up to your captain. and that sent blood flowing to the wrong places.

fortunately, it was another late night, and you were long gone. hopefully asleep, safe and sound. he hoped you were. he couldn't afford to loose you - not only as a dear friend, but also because he was disgustingly infatuated with you.

law was confident he knew everything about you - or at least, most. not only was he your best friend, but a doctor too. he could solve any problem you had.

minus the fact he gets a hard-on every time he ends up checking your wounds after a battle.

his heart jumps into his throat as footsteps make their way down the hallway, coming towards his office. he sighs, brushing a hand over his face, making a (weak) attempt to focus back on his paperwork and stop fucking day dreaming.

"who is it?" he calls, his tone stern. until he sees you in his doorway. "shit... hey... can't sleep?"

"somethin like that." you coo, making your way over to him. "law, you know its late... get some sleep." you whisper to him, and in that minute he knows he's a goner. his dick twitches to life, and he shifts uncomfortably in the seat.

"it needs to get done."

"lemme stay here then" you ask, settling yourself down onto his lap without a warning. he swallows a moan, nodding, trying to remain nonchalant as he works away.

law's facade fails when you shift your hips, earning a whimper. you turn back, meeting his eyes. "law.. you good??"

law looses it. he can't, he can't lie to you, can't ignore the way his heart pangs when he sees you. "can i eat you out?" he ask.

your face flushes. out of both lust and embarrassment. this is gonna be hard to break to him

"law uhm... no."

"huh?" he pauses, before looking guilty. "shit, im sorry.... hope this didnt make things weir-"

"no, not no you can't, but literally you can't. i wasn't born a girl." you confess."

he blinks. "ohhh... can i suck your dick then?" he ask.

you chuckle, amused by his boldness.

"sure. why not." he sighs, shaky hands moving to set you atop his desk, hands making quick work of your bottoms. he pulls off your pretty panties - a cute touch, he thinks to himself - swallowing at the sight of your dick.

"fuck... uhm... how do i suck dick?" he ask.

right. he was a virgin. "oh, right. uhm..." you grab his face, bringing him down. you press your tip to his lips, watching him slowly take it in. you sigh breathily, giving him a soft 'good'. "use some tongue, and if ya can't fit it all, use yer hands."

he nods around you, slowly lowering his head down, messy and uncoordinated with his movements, slowly starting to gain confidence.

sure, he wasn't the best. but it was the fact he was the one giving you head that made it feel so good. your hand wraps around his hair, pressing him further down, tip hitting his throat and earning a soft whine from his lips.

law whimpers and moans around you, dick twitching and ready to cum just from pleasing you. sure, it wasn't what he had imagined, but fuck, he would kill for this to be a reoccurring thing.

"so close" you groan, pushing him down further, before spilling hot seed down his throat.

law eagerly swallows, pulling off and licking his lips. "w-was that good?" he whispers, eyes teary and meeting yours, seeking your approval.

you nod, bringing him up to kiss his lips. "mhm. perfect."

"now... what should i teach ya next?"

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[syluses]

omg I saw your post about frontman!sylus in a squid game au! now the rot is taking over my brain

does sylus have a heartbreaking moment with the reader where he fake dies like the real frontman does in the show? I can imagine it so clearly where reader is devastated that someone she's become so close with is taken from her in one of the last few rounds of the game... until she wins and is escorted to the office where he unmasks and her heart drops in relief that he's alive! but wait... why are you up here, all cleaned up and in a similar uniform to the guards?.. until it finally clicks and the relief morphs into horror...

would love to hear your thoughts!

frontman! sylus

cw. squidgame! au, manipulation, being held hostage, yandere themes, 1.5k

an. nonnie i loooove the way you think!! 😣sorry i was sitting on this but im actually obsessed & just wanted to give it some extra thought bc your idea is 🔥🔥 MWAH sorry its a lil long im insane and sleepy lol :,)

Frontman! Sylus is unreachable to most guards.

With the attention the games require of him and other related matters (communication, keeping the place under wraps, organizing meetings, just to name a few), it’s gonna take a little more than just a red mask to score a conversation with him. He’s worked for. Not worked with. To most, he’s just a deep, mechanical voice who stands tall behind a wall of television screens, and someone in so much power that it’s implicitly understood that he is not to be fucked or toyed with. So all obey him.

He expects nothing but order and blind loyalty and even though it brings a certain monotony he can’t quite shake, he gets exactly what he demands.

Frontman! Sylus is disgustingly wealthy through underhanded means, but he’s oddly classy for someone who holds a mantle earned entirely through blood and violence. This is one big dirty game he oversees, but the contestants know what they’re signing up for, so he can’t really will himself into guilt when they’re all the same— different faces and names but identical minds and hearts. Corrupted. Selfish.

Sylus values a purity that cannot be found within the massive walls of red light green light as players push and step over each other; dalgona, as idiotic sheep use contraband lighters and sweat as a ticket to the next game; mingle, as the more irredeemable of the men yank women from their rooms and lock the door behind them. Sylus also values a purity that does not exist within himself, or not anymore: whatever he had of that is beaten to a pulp as hours pass behind an obsidian mask and he grows colder for it.

Richer, too, so powerful it’s scary— but that’s beside the point.

With every match he witnesses, he loses another scrap of faith he had in humanity. To be fair, he knows he’s no saint, he would never claim to be, but—

But when you come along— a bungling girl who’s landed herself in a debt she can’t hope to climb out of, surprisingly kind to the others but a bit too naive- resourceful, though, enough to inspire the success of several other contestants— his world tilts. A hand reaches through the static of his screen and dares to lift his mask. He sees your pretty face staring agog at the floating piggybank when he closes his eyes: the aquamarine jersey, the white label 109, seared into his conscience and there to stay.

And at first, he’s intrigued more than anything. It’s just curiosity. Maybe a little bit of mean amusement too, okay sure- he’ll admit it’s a whit hard to not chuckle when you cutely plead for the bathroom to a stoic guard(— it’s alright, let 109 in— ) who’s just not hearing you or nearly fall off your bunk amidst a very fitful sleep.

But those feelings that develop within the span of a couple days are nothing too crazy, nothing he can’t manage and process.

For a short time.

You seem a silly, clumsy girl at face value, your trembling hands, clear as day through the monitor, a blatant sign of the fear you do a damn bad job at hiding- yet it’s not enough to cloud your mind. You prevail through the games and pull some unexpected, winning move right when he’s convinced you’ll succumb to stupidity, a mistake (either yours or another’s), or the malicious will of someone you’d looked at as a friend mere moments before the timer started.

You’re clever. Adaptive. He’s reminded of bunnies and how even the smallest, fairest of creatures have the base survival instinct in them; you’ll do what you must to make it out of here.

Your half-baked plan of going along with the flow and later adjusting to it is as unreliable as it is unable to be helped- you don’t have much better options in such an unpredictable environment. It goes surprisingly well, though, and earns both the respect and attention of an otherwise unfeeling frontman.

Well, it goes well up until it doesn’t. It goes well until it’s nighttime and the lights go out and Sylus braces for utter chaos to unloose itself between the bunks— unexpectedly stiff behind his screen as he searches for your figure amidst a collage of thermal shapes. Your ragtag group of misfits (the unwanted: elderly folk, females and the disabled) is attacked and takes an impressive stand, but you’re just a girl at the end of the day, and your foes are more numbered, so much bigger and infinitely more cruel—

Sylus rushes out the viewing room, briskly replacing his ominous, black garb for a teal-blue tracksuit. There’s no questions asked; the guards carry on with their jobs quietly, noting their boss’s strange behavior with a little jerk of their heads but no outward shock is risked beyond that.

They give him a wide berth because the look smoldering in ruby-red eyes is frightening.

Sylus decides right then, in the unfurling havoc, that he’s sure as hell no saint but he can play the part for a few games if it means saving your ass now.

And eventually, when it’s dwindled down to just a few players, he’ll even be a martyr. He’s not entirely sure why he does what he does where your presence is involved, the measures he goes to— all Sylus knows is that he needs to protect you from the fucked-up, dog-eat-dog world (and maybe the consequences of your own financial actions), and maybe endear yourself to him in the process.

…What better way to endear yourself to him than to watch as he consistently puts his life on the line for you throughout the course of the next few games-? snarling in the faces of other hostile, foolish players while you’re cowering behind his broad back, guarding you like a hound as you rest, suggesting his arms as your ulitimate safehouse and whispering shh, sweetie, I won’t let anything get close tonight, so sleep.

To hell with all that— what better way to endear yourself to him than to die in your place?

So he does. Or, you’re all but convinced he does, and that’s all that matters.

In the last round, more or less the grand finale of the whole game, he goes out like a hero, sacrificing himself for you with a few dying words and a gentle command ‘to remain true to yourself’ as you cup his face for as long as you’re allowed before the red-suited figures almost hesitantly step over and drag him away. Sylus knows telling you his name is risky- even making a short cameo in the activities is life-threatening- but he can’t find it in him to regret it when you’re howling it over the speakers, knelt to the ground and ugly-crying as you shake your fists. No doubt you’re blaming yourself, deciding in your heart that it should’ve been you instead of him.

No, it should’ve been everybody else, kitten, and he made damned sure it was.

Sylus is charmed by it, readying himself by the door as a muffled hubbub of boots echo on the other side, committing your each and every kindness to memory. It wounds him, again to his own surprise, to see you so devastated and know he’s the catalyst for it, but a part of him preens when you’re so wrapped up in your own heartbreak over his supposed death that you forget your handsome cash prize entirely.

Unselfish girl. Beautiful girl. His chest puffs with pride. You really are his girl.

And in the end, all of these rotten games were worth it, the time and violence and the better part of his humanity. Even if you don’t quite realize that yet, stumbling through his door with wobbling knees and a ruddy face that quickly warps with a plethora of emotions- confusion, relief, and then a brilliant look of mortification that steals the breath from his lungs- even if it takes time and patience on his end to work you through it. He’ll gently assure that he won’t hurt you, that you’ll never end up as an insignificant player in those childish killing fields again.

He’ll scoop your broken pieces up in his strong arms and tuck you under his chin, to his breast, murmuring sweet nothings as he sends his watchful unit of guards a quiet look to leave the room. And of course they do because they value their heads.

“You did well, Sweetie- but don’t forget about your prize, hm? Tonight, I’ll give you more than you could possibly imagine,” he plants a kiss to your forehead, sickeningly tender, and knuckles aside the hair matted there, damp from all your needless sobbing.

He chuckles lightly, voice velvety soft. “I think some… thanks are in order, don’t you?”

[egotistival]

micah didn't grimace with the cool and clipped way that cyn greeted them, instead letting it wash over their shoulders as they rounded the kitchen table to reach for the cup of warmth on the counter. the ceramic mug was warm to the touch, and they gently blew on the coffee surface to cool it before taking a sip and sighing, their eyes closing upon the taste. it was comforting, but micah refused to let themselves think that it was deserved or that they didn't need to atone for it. they saw their own blessings as they came to them, and refused to ignore the good in their own life. goodness being mainly the two in front of them now.

mateo was small, too small to understand that micah couldn't just stay. despite what micah wanted, despite the fact that they'd been there since his birth and continued to be, they were not mateo's parent. their heart always swooped low at that realization, and they cursed their brother for leaving cyn on her own when she had needed him the most, cursed their mother for raising two screwed up kids who couldn't make sense of their lives. micah knew that if they stayed, there was a chance that mateo would end up like them - that's why they were adamant about cleaning up their act. it was just hard... the drugs had been a way to dull the pain of a childhood that had been a nightmare, truly, and the dealing had been a way to grab easy money at just ten years old when they had nothing. micah had lived on the streets, until they didn't; until they could afford their own apartment on the lower end of the city. a real bed. they had that, maybe, but it had never really been safe. still, micah's life had always happened in stages - birth, a horrific childhood, being kicked out of home as barely a teen, growing up and trying to provide for themselves in the best way they knew how, which hadn't always been the best way to stay safe.

not you, mateo, and not you, cyn; you'll never know what it's like. it was an oath, an unshakable knowledge to micah; they would do whatever it took to protect the two people who meant the world to them.

the rising sun bathed the kitchen in a bright golden hue, casting its light upon cyn's hair and catching partial remnants of her face. she looked beautiful like this - being a mother, being a friend, being concerned and fiercely protective. a small smile drew itself on micah's lips as they stared, and with their eyes they said all the things they didn't have the courage to say outloud. thank you, you're so beautiful, please, don't let me ruin you or him. i love you. i love you. i love you. and finally, they cast their gaze away, down to their cup of coffee and let the warmth settle into their bones from the acknowledgment that this wonderful woman had taken the time to learn exactly how they liked their coffee; that she had taken the time to learn them. it's not much of a life without you two, they wanted to say, but didn't. instead, they settled on something else. "do you remember your first bed?"

cyn’s  hands  stilled  over  the  skillet,  the  sizzle  of  bacon  drowning  in  the  sudden  thickness  of  the  air.  that  voice,  sleep-rough  and  tender,  like  gravel  wrapped  in  velvet  ,  always  did  something  to  her.  A  shiver  skated  down  her  spine,  though  she  forced  her  shoulders  to  stay  loose,  her  grip  on  the  spatula  casual.  don’t  turn  around  yet.  breathe.  but  mateo’s  squeal  of  “mimi!”  broke  the  spell,  and  she  pivoted,  leaning  back  against  the  counter  as  if  it  could  steady  her.   they  looked  tousled  and  soft  in  the  morning  light,  their  hair  a  halo  of  bedhead.  her  throat  tightened.  micah’s  fingers  were  still  absently  playing  with  mateo’s  cowlick,  that  achingly  familiar  gesture  they’d  adopted  ever  since  they’d  first  held  him  as  a  squalling  newborn.  they’ve  always  been  here.  always  more  present  than  his  own  father.    “morning.”  voice  clipped  in  a  way  she  didn’t  mean  to  be.  she  cleared  it,  nodding  toward  the  coffee  pot.  “black,  two  sugars.  just  how  you  like.”  a  peace  offering,  or  a  confession.  she  busied  herself  plating  mateo’s  pancakes,  clattering  the  ceramic  too  loudly.  “don’t  thank  me.  you’d  do  the  same.”  they've  done  more.  Always  more.   mateo  kicked  his  legs�� under  the  booster  seat,  syrup  smeared  across  his  cheek  like  war  paint.  “mimi’s  staying  forever,  right,  mama?”   cyn’s  laugh  came  out  strained.  she  swiped  a  thumb  over  her  son’s  sticky  face,  avoiding  micah’s  gaze.  “mimi’s  got  their  own  life,  bug.  remember?”  but  the  words  tasted  like  ash.  their  life’s  been  upended.  because  the  world’s  cruel,  and  they  deserve  better  than  broken  locks  and  shattered  windows. “you  deserve  a  real  bed.”  she  muttered,  the  words  tumbling  out  too  raw.  you  deserve  safety.  someone  who  doesn’t  come  with  baggage  and  a  four-year-old  and  a  brother  who  can’t  be  bothered. 

[lateatnewyork]

WHAT LIKE ITS HARD?… | 001

pairing: lando norris x reader

extra info: established relationship, reader is poc, lewis hamiltons niece (mum not specified, dad mentioned like once)

warnings: suggestive

fc: anyone and everyone

liked by landonorris, yourmumuser and 146,382 others ynln making legal moves ig 🤷‍♀️ view comments

user34 YN WE NEED YOU BACK AT THE PADDOCK ➥ ynln IM COMING IM COMING ➥ landonorris thats what she said ➥ ynln im gonna tell uncle lew to run you off the track ➥ zakbrown fredvasseur pls tell her not to ➥ fredvasseur i saw nothing lewishamilton ynln ➥ oscarpiastri you’re done mate landonorris maxfewtrell i wonder who took the middle pic 🤔 ➥ ynln mb sorry pietra ➥ maxfewtrell i hate you. ➥ ynln i luv p ❤️ kimiantonelli HI YN ➥ ynln HI KIMI lewishamilton im telling your mum ➥ yourmumuser i already know lewis ➥ ynln TAKE THAT

liked by ynln, flonorris and 649,721 others landonorris love at full throttle ? view comments

user76 IM SORRY I WAS UNAWARE OF YOUR GAME oscarpiastri mate you’re going to get beat for that picture ➥ landonorris thanks for your concern osc maxverstappen any chance you retire from the race ➥ landonorris depends what am i getting ➥ maxverstappen unlimited time with your gf ? ➥ landonorris BET ➥ zakbrown lando answer your phone right now charlesleclerc I KNOW WHO IT IS ➥ alexalbon ME 2️⃣ ➥ georgerussell ME 3️⃣ ➥ carlossainz ME 4️⃣ ➥ maxfewtrell ME 5️⃣ ➥ oscarpiastri me 6️⃣ ➥ pierregasly ME 7️⃣ ➥ lewishamilton hey i wanna know too pierregasly LOVE IS IN THE AIRRRR

liked by lilyzneimer, danielricciardo and 562,973 others ynln hung out with my favourite aussies today oh and my boyfriend ig view comments

maxfewtrell hes gonna crash out when he sees this lilyzneimer MY FAVOURITE BRIT oh and your bf ➥ ynln MY FAVOURITE AUSSIE oh and osc ig ➥ oscarpiastri i literally bought you candy ➥ ynln and u stole lily from me ?? ➥ lilyzneimer 😞😞 ➥ oscarpiastri YOU GUYS MET BCOS OF ME ?? ➥ landoscfan rare oscar crash out georgerussell can confirm your bf is mad ➥ ynln welp at least he’ll be rough ➥ alexalbon WHAT ➥ pierregasly my eyes have been cursed danielricciardo you guys are so disgustingly in love ➥ ynln bros js jealous i stole his man landonorris i heard you’re boyfriend is actually an amazing person ➥ ynln oh where’d you find that out

liked by f1gossip, f1wags and 837, 730 others deuxmoi YN LN and Lando Norris spotted getting intimate after a wag party. view comments

user83 this seems like an invasion of privacy ➥ user91 because it is 😭 lewishamilton oh my god ➥ georgerussell well shes done for ynln what the fuck bro, this is a clear invasion of privacy and harassment not to mention trespassing since we were way inside my fathers estate in australia. i suggest you take this post down right now before you get sued. unless you want to go to court against me. ➥ landonorris im hard. ➥ maxfewtrell ok what the heck lando ➥ carlossainz lando i cannot save you from this

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liked by ynln, lilymhe and 937,481 others landonorris you can cross examine me anytime… as long as it’s in the bedroom. view comments

ynln did you search up lawyer pick up lines? ➥ landonorris maybe ? ➥ ynln I LOVE YOU SO MUCH alexalbon your honour hes insanely down bad ➥ landonorris it’s ok i have a lawyer lewishamilton if he does anything im going to run him off track mclaren have to admit tho lily and yn are best couple ➥ lilyzneimer I AGREE ➥ ynln ADMIN KNOWS WHATS UP ➥ landonorris oh ➥ oscarpiastri oh charlesleclerc i knew about this ➥ georgerussell same ➥ maxverstappen same ➥ alexalbon same ➥ carlossainz same ➥ fernandoalonso same ➥ lancestroll same ➥ maxfewtrell same ➥ jackdoohan same ➥ gabrielbortoleto same ➥ kimiantonelli same ➥ olliebearman same ➥ liamlawson same ➥ isackhadjar same ➥ lewishamilton AND NONE OF YOU THOUGHT TO TELL ME ???? yourmumuser awww you guys are so cute ❤️ by author & ynln ciscanorris if you ever break her heart lando ➥ ynln DW IF HE DOES ILL SUE HIM ➥ flonorris and mum can adopt you 🙏 ➥ adamnorris yes great plan ➥ landonorris guys wtf

liked by landonorris, flonorris and others ynln can the helmet stay on next time 🤤 view comments

lewishamilton YN WHAT IS THIS ➥ yourmumuser oh calm down lewis you were worse maxfewtrell did not need to see this danielricciardo is that chest hair i see ➥ landonorris i have pubes now 🙏 ➥ ynln can confirm lilyzneimer i wonder who took the middle pic ??? ➥ ynln my lovely gf 🥰 ➥ landonorris what lilymhe no way that pulled you ➥ ynln no way alex pulled you ➥ alexalbon WHY AM I CATCHING STRAYS flonorris im gonna pretend i didn’t see the caption ➥ yourmumuser me too ➥ ciscanorris and me ➥ ynln IT WAS LANDOS IDEA ➥ landonorris IT LITERALLY WASNT

a/n guess who’s back

[ilypaigebuckets]

Can you write something about having been teammates and best friends with Caitlin for so long and you’re also dating, everyone (including the media) thinks you guys are soulmates and it’s just like the media going insane over you two

guys should i try to post everyday/every other day for pride month? ik i haven’t been posting and im sorry i just haven’t really had any good ideas! feel free to send requests and i hope you like this <3 happy pride to everyone you are all amazing no matter who you are and im always rooting for u!!

plot: during jada’s live the fans get to see a glimpse of you and cait’s relations

Hopelessly Devoted - C.C. x Reader

on the weekends, you always made it a point to hang out with caitlin. it didn’t matter if it was just you two, or your whole friend group; you were always around her. making sure you spent time with her and being in her presence was important to you and your relationship, as one of your love languages was quality time. with you, caitlin, and the rest of the girls being so busy with the basketball season in full swing, you and her hadn’t really had your weekend hangouts or date nights.

that was why when gabbie suggested the group come over to her apartment for a chill night everyone agreed. at first, cait was a little reluctant and wanting to spend the night off together alone, but you assured her there would be plent of time for that later.

so there the five of you, kate, jada, gabbie, caitlin, and yourself, sat in gabbie’s living room spending some quality time together. you all enjoyed the time spent together until jada had an idea.

“guys, wanna go live?” she asked, to which you all agreed. jada pulled out her phone and clicked on the instagram icon and started the live. comments quickly flooded in, fans having a field day they got to see all of you together. you all took turns answering questions from fans.

y/nfan1 | are y/n and caitlin a hallway couple 😕

“oh my god this question is hilarious! are y/n and caitlin a hallway couple?” jada read the comment out loud and started cackling. gabbie and kate joined in on the laughter. jada turned the camera back to her face and nodded silently then flipped it to you and caitlin’s rolling your eyes.

“bro we are not a hallway couple.” caitlin said, as she pulled you back into her. you looked up at your girlfriend and kissed her cheek to shush her. “babe,” you started, “you’re proving their point shhh.”

you were sitting on the couch with caitlin behind her legs, your back up against her front. she lightly rubbed and massaged your shoulders in an attempt to break up some tension you’d been having from the long practices. you leaned back into her and were greeted with caitlin peppering a few kisses on your head. kate gagged.

“you guys are like, disgustingly cute. can’t believe it took so long for you to get together.” she said and the other two girls laughed along.

ccfan123 | GUYS LOOK AT THEM

iowafan48 | they’re so cute gn

fanof22 | editing this rn.

[bkgml]

puppy love !!

1:16pm

kats 💕: come to supply closet

yn: ugh i want to so bad but kami pissed off aizawa and he’s put us on lockdown ☹️

kats 💕: are u fr

yn: im sorry can u wait like ten minutes for him to calm down pls

kats 💕: fine.

you tap your foot impatiently for the next five minutes while watching aizawas anger slightly fade away, slowly but surely.

taking a deep breath and standing from your seat, you begin to walk towards your irritable teacher. you can feel your friends eyes wide and gaping at you in shock.

“mr aizawa, could i use the restroom?” you ask, faking confidence.

he takes a deep inhale before looking at you like you are the most infuriating thing on his mind right now.

“must you?” he asks annoyed and you shuffle on your feet before nodding.

he sighs again, taking his eyes off you and resuming his attention on his computer screen.

you stand there confused for a full two minutes before he sighs and stares at you once more.

“…go??” he mutters, as if you should’ve already anticipated his answer and gotten out of his hair.

you thank him and rush down the hall, passing the girls washroom, and the class katsuki’s supposed to be in, before finally reaching the supply closet.

you check your surroundings before grinning at the absence of people in the barren hallway before entering the supply closet.

“hi.” you say, backing up against the door to shut it and holding your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress your smile.

your boyfriend looks up from his phone, frown turning into a smile of his own that’s reserved only for your eyes.

“took you long enough.” he says, feigning annoyance.

you giggle and play with your fingers while continuing to lean against the door.

“you know aizawa.” you defend.

he hums, taking slow steps towards you.

“yeah.” he says, looking at your lips.

“i do.” he mumbles, mostly to himself as he grabs you from your spot against the door and presses you against one of the many shelves holding various cleaning products.

you squeal as he does so before you feel his lips press to yours, filled with love and the excitement of a fresh relationship.

you continue giggling as he presses several kisses upon your waiting lips.

getting slightly fed up he moves to your cheek, giving you sloppy kisses on purpose to make you squirm.

“k-kats.” you heave between fits of giggles.

“you deserve it.” he says, licking his lips to make them almost disgustingly wet as he continues to kiss along your face.

“stop it tickles!” you gasp, attempting to push your boyfriend away.

“uh uh.” he mumbles and bites your nose.

“oh!” you squeal.

“you’re so- ugh! gross!!” you whine.

he finally ends his attack and you struggle to stand as you gasp from laughing too hard.

“oh my god, kats.” you pant.

he smiles at you, reaching down and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before questioning you.

“what?” he asks gently. too gently for that post attack mode you’re in.

“you’re so annoying.” you frown, wiping his spit off your cheek.

he laughs softly, caging you in the shelves once more.

he lowers his head to your chest, resting there while you clean yourself off and smooth out your hair.

when you finish you sigh, dragging your fingers through his locks of hair.

he smiles softly.

“i missed you, you know.” he mumbles, not looking you in the eyes.

“yeah?” you ask, grinning.

he huffs, shoving your face away with his hand.

before you can retaliate you feel him place warm kisses up your neck, free of spit. while he makes his way up your face his hands make their way around your waist.

you hum, satisfied with this treatment and wait patiently until he makes it to your lips.

when he does, you smile as he pulls away to look into your eyes. then presses his lips to yours sweetly.

the two of you share soft kisses for another 15 minutes until you have to part ways.

9:37pm

yn: can i sleep over tonight?? 🫶🏻

kats 💕: fuck yes get over here

yn: SPRINTING!!

katsuki heard a soft knock on his door before you come barrelling in, jumping on him while he lays in his bed and he catches you, scooping you up and plopping you on his lap.

“what was the point of even knocking if you didn’t let me get the door?” he asks.

“well i wanted to give you a warning, what if you were watching porn or something?” you smile, shoving your face in his neck and nuzzling.

“i knew you were coming over!” he groans.

“well what if you wanted to schedule in a quick wank before i got here?” you ask, giggling to yourself and pulling back to look at him.

he drags a hand over his face in annoyance.

“you’re so…” he trails off, huffing and removing his hand from his face.

“so…. kissable?” you ask before pecking his lips.

“hmm.” he faux ponders for a moment before grabbing your hips with strong hands and squeezing tightly.

“….yeah.” he decides, kissing you and letting your arms wrap around his neck in agreement.

[slytherinshua]

⋆.˚　SMILE IN LOVE　( 刘扬扬 )

genre fluff , established long term relationship , yangyang x fem!reader   cw they're so in love , kissing , not proofread   wc 918   request yes   note guys im so single im so sorry for how disgustingly fluffy this is but me and my boyfriend when   net @kstrucknet @neocity-net

You’d been dating Liu Yangyang for years, more than you could truly keep track of until your anniversary rolled around each year. You were always together, and easily had one of the most stable relationships of your entire combined friend group. While you nursed your friends through breakups, drama, or shitty treatment, you always had Yangyang to fall back to. Yangyang, who you never had any problems with.

Sure you had your occasional fight and disagreements, but they never lasted. Even if you were annoyed at Yangyang, whenever you looked at him, you could only feel love overflowing. Perhaps it helped that there was rarely a serious moment between you two. Even in the most romantic and sentimental moments, there would always be something to crack you up.

Laughing until your stomach hurt— that was the feeling you most associated with your boyfriend. More than his soft kisses, or his teasing ones. More than his warm hugs and spontaneous tickle attacks. More than his big grin and endless compliments. When you were with Yangyang, you always found yourself laughing. And that was what made you believe he was meant for you, and you for him more than anything. Soulmates, if one believed in such things. 

You would always be the first one to jump to defend your boyfriend and gush about how amazing he was. But even so, you weren’t clingy. Yangyang was always the one to latch onto you and refuse to let you go or smother you with kisses after a long day hours apart. You were just there to reciprocate the affection you initiated. You never felt like you weren’t close enough to Yangyang because he was always with you.

But when it came to tours when your boyfriend was in an entirely different country for weeks, sometimes months; that was when you started to struggle. You weren’t used to experiencing the feeling so intensely. Like the second he was back you needed to crawl into his skin and make a new home there. It felt as if you would explode if you saw another photo or video from one of the concerts. 

He was always styled to perfection; charisma and flirty looks on for everyone to see during the 3 hour show. But there was always the goofy side of him that came out as well— clips of him giggling on stage, excited to see fans or having fun doing a segment with the other members. Those were worse than the sexy moments, because it reminded you of how much you missed his laugh. You missed laughing with him.  

Of course, you could call him. But you never laughed as much on video call with him. And it certainly never felt the same as laughing in his arms. Feeling his body shake with his giggles, or your laughter being cut off with his lips. Even if he didn’t say he missed you when he called you (which was rare— he was always complaining about it), you could hear it in his held back laughter. Something always felt missing when you weren’t together.

That was why you impatiently counted down the days until he would be back from tour and back in your arms. Then you truly wouldn’t hold back. You needed to hug him so tight that your arms would feel sore, and kiss him until you forgot what it felt like to not have his lips entangled with yours. You needed to feel his warm skin under your fingertips and hear the melodious laughter that only you could summon from him so easily. You had never missed your boyfriend so damn much, and you were almost positive the feeling was going to drive you insane.

Naturally, you decided to wait by the door the entire morning, biding the time until your boyfriend walked through it, as if staring at it would make him come back any faster. You could track his location on your phone. You saw it clearly state thirty minutes more before he was back. But you stared nonetheless, counting down the seconds to curb your longing. 

You held your breath when you heard the car pull up, time going unbearably slow until the door opened. Then everything was a blur— moving too fast for you to process as your heart soared. His scent enveloped your senses. His arms around your body squeezed you perfectly. 

And then he laughed. It brought your own laughter to bubble up immediately and soon you were lost in the feeling you had missed more than anything else.

“Fuck, I missed you so much. I missed this so much,” he said, nose scrunching along with his big grin as he took a moment to soak you in again. His eyes, deep and full of love, could not be moved from your face. You watched them drift down to your lips, and you leaned up naturally, meeting him halfway. 

His lips were as soft as ever, desperate to memorize the kiss like he had never experienced it before in his life. Weeks deprived of the feeling made it even sweeter now. You knew you both wouldn’t be content until your lips were swollen and the taste of his lip balm stayed on your tongue for the rest of the day.

Now that Yangyang was finally back home, you wanted to stay in his arms for hours. And after the hours flew by and drowsiness crept onto you both, you would fall asleep still cuddled close to him.

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[wileys-russo]

small intimate interactions - ficlet?🥺

small intimate interactions ficlet

"lee! get off." you whined as the blonde collapsed herself into you, long limbs wrapping around your waist trapping you in her arms. "no you're comfy." the english girl mumbled into your shirt as you tried to yank her hands off.

"i need to go and shower you leech!" you laughed as leah leaned more of her bodyweight onto you, the two of you sat side by side by your cubby in the change rooms after training. "yeah you do actually, you smell terrible." leah agreed scrunching up her nose but still made no move to get off of you as you scoffed.

"god i feel sorry for your future wife having to put up with you, i'll be sure to give her a medal." you rolled your eyes as the skipper grinned, kissing your cheek with a loud mwah and letting go of you.

"leah!" you shot her a glare as she whipped you with her towel once you'd stood and started to walk back to the showers. "wasn't me!" the blonde shrugged tossing her towel back into her cubby. "oh yes i suppose it was casper the friendly footballer ghost was it?" your voice dripped with sarcasm.

"must have been. i'll chat to the staff, get them to give the place a good cleansing! cheeky little thing he is." leah tutted swatting at the air as if to ward off bad spirits as you couldn't help but smile.

"you are such a child." you stripped off your jersey and tossed it so it landed on her head, the blonde peeling it off and staring after you with a grin.

"please let me meddle. they are disgustingly oblivious about how much they're in love, its been years now its killing me!" beth begged lia from the other side of the room who shook her head.

"no! they will figure it out on their own whenever they are ready." the swiss warned sternly, beths puppy dog eyes doing nothing as the blonde scowled and let out a huff.

"nah im backin beth here. they just need a good kick up the arse to realise!" katie wandered over as beth gave lia a pleading look who once more shook her head. "viv, help me out?" she looked to the dutchie who backed up her point making beth groan again.

"look! case in point leahs been ready to leave for ages, but she's clearly just waiting around for her even though they drove separately. they're probably off for one of their little movie night sleepovers none of us are ever invited to." beth rolled her eyes.

"probably. but thats their choice, you don't get to meddle and mess about and stick your noses into their personal relationship whatever it may be. let nature run its course!" lia warned sternly again before bidding all three girls goodbye, wandering over to hug leah goodbye.

"you're not leaving yet?" lia questioned as they broke apart, the blonde bouncing her knee as she twirled her keys around on her finger. "nah, movie night. gotta give that one a proper education on the historical importance of prime english cinema!" leah yelled the last few words in your direction as you appeared now showered and changed, flipping her off.

lia leaving you waved her off and grabbed your things, kicking away leah who poked and prodded at you impatiently whining that she was hungry and you needed to hurry up.

eventually the two of you exited the change rooms without even sparing anyone else a glance, leahs arm draped over your shoulder as the two of you started to argue what movie you were going to watch first.

"see? hopeless." "love really is blind!"

~

"what are those for!" leah asked wide eyed as you grabbed out a bag of asian greens from the freezer and rolled your eyes. "my dinner, you've got nuggets and roasties in the oven don't worry." you cooed mockingly, squeezing her cheeks between your fingers.

"thank god for that! here i was thinking you were tryin to poison me woman." leah breathed a sigh of relief, scowling as you teased the way her 'th' sounded like 'f'. "i told you to stop that its bullying!" leah huffed throwing a packet of crisps in your direction which you ducked.

"hey! no throwing my groceries williamson or you can start paying for them." you warned her as leah ooohed with a grin. "i'm so scared." leah drawled as you held up the spatula in your hand menacingly.

"better be, i'd kick your ass." "i think we've proven time and time again shorty that it is indeed me who is the kicker of ass between us." "thats because you cheat every single time we fight!" "no i do not i just utilise the element of surprise and the fact you are about half the size of a regular human being."

"oo its your mum!" leah perked up as your phone rang with an incoming facetime call, leah clicking accept and propping it up against a vase of flowers before you could even say a word.

"hello terri!" leah greeted happily with a smile as your mother eagerly greeted her back, the two having met a few times and talking often as leah and you were almost always in one anothers company.

"mum its like...nine in the morning in mebourne, what do you want?" you chuckled as leah wandered over, propping the phone up by the stove and standing beside you as you cooked.

"thats no way to speak to your mother! maybe she just misses her daughter who lives on the other side of the world now." leah pinched you making you squeal and punch her in the shoulder.

"see! leah gets it chicken." your mum laughed at your dynamic as leahs taller body leaned into yours, hugging you from behind. "yeah chicken." leah teased the nickname making you roll your eyes and threaten to throw out her dinner as she fell silent.

the three of you caught up as you cooked, leah remaining stuck to you throughout which wasn't anything new, the two of you always having had a very affectionate friendship.

in fact you'd always been quite a touchy person by nature so to you it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

but when leah excused herself to use the bathroom and you'd pulled out her dinner and started to dish up, your mum flagged it. "you two are awfully cuddly tonight." the older woman spoke with a look you knew too well making you sigh.

"just friends with healthy habits of affection mum, you can stop now." you warned, your mum forever having had the habit of assuming any new person in your life you were secretly dating, despite your assurance that if you were dating someone she would not be meeting them until you were ready and as your partner, not a friend.

"okay im just saying it like i see it! shes a lovely girl, and you two seem very close." "we are mum, very close friends."

~

"yeah you should come visit next summer! i'll even teach you how to surf." you grinned to jacob whose face lit up, sat around the table with leah, her mum and brother for dinner a couple of days later.

noticing how homesick you were your first few weeks in england leah had quickly welcomed you into her own family in an attempt to mend that hole. taking you to weekly dinners or game nights much as you'd allow her to drag you along, her family nothing but kind to you the entire time you'd known them.

"wouldn't you need to know how to surf first?" leah questioned as you smacked her arm playfully. "least i don't look like i don't know how to swim." you teased, her grin dropping at the comment.

based around a tiktok trend kyra had made the statement the other day that leah looked like she used floaties when she swam, causing a cut that was very deep to the defenders pride.

"i can swim! you've seen me do it!" leahs fist banged down onto the table as you threw your head back laughing at how quickly she bit, jacob joining in as leah shot him a glare and stomped on his foot from across the table.

"alright alright! enough, leah you're on drying duty come on." amanda chuckled but broke up the bickering as leah looked ready to lunge at either one of you.

"what! i am a guest here, jacob can do it." leah protested but with a firm look from her mum got up from the table with a sigh, making a point to tug at your ear and smack the back of jacobs head before following after amanda into the kitchen.

"stop that mopey look if the wind changes you'll be stuck with it forever." her mum smiled in amusement handing leah another plate to dry, the english womans face turned downward into a sour frown as she heard you and jacobs laughter echo through from the living room.

"you know if i had to paint a picture of my ideal daughter in law she'd be the perfect muse." amanda started with a nod toward you in the other room, causing leahs head to whip up so fast it would have spun off if not connected to her neck.

"mum!" "what? she's a beautiful girl and an even more gorgeous person on the inside, surely you of all people can see that?" "well obviously but we're just friends. people can be friends and not in love with one another now mum its the twenty first century!" leahs voice dripped with sarcasm but her mum didn't miss the defensive edge to it either.

"whatever you say love. all im saying is you like to bang on and on about getting older and not wanting to miss out on the more domestic goals of life-" her mum held up a soapy hand to cut leah off as she tried to interrupt.

"-and here you are with the solution potentially right under your nose. you might not see it but the way you look at her...don't let a good thing pass you by baby girl." her mum warned and suddenly changed topics, leah frowning but not bothering to backtrack on the conversation.

the two of you were just friends, right?

[mscherub]

Right, so…you’re transported to a new world, and me being the science geek I am, I can’t help but think of all the bacteria you wouldn’t be accustomed to in Twisted Wonderland…so imagine how bad flu season would be, or just the spreading of sicknesses around the school in general

You better have a good immune system cause oml would it be put into overdrive. Anyways…here’s my twist on what the Savanaclaw boys would do in order to be helpful in your recovery ❤️‍🩹

Let me know if you’d want to see other dorms!

Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia

Warnings!:

Sickness, obviously

Mentions of vomiting, snot, etc

To start us off…

It’s flu season in Twisted Wonderland, well you call it the flu, they call it something else you don’t even bother to learn. With you’re immune so shot and not used to the illnesses that spread around, getting sick more often that you honestly should, you woke up with a headache. Ok…nothing too serious, but you thought it to be a good idea to just take some ibuprofen equivalent in their world and “thug it out,” which ultimately lead to your current situation. Currently, you’re in the infirmary, having passed out from a raging fever and a disgustingly congested respiratory system during PE and you’re bed ridden back at ramshackle, at least until your fever goes down. Sevens bless Grim and the ghosts as they try and get you things to feel better, but you need some sort of intervention, and here comes you’re favorite person at the right time. How do they help you out?

Leona🦁:

Mans would probably do the bare minimum, IM SORRY LOL

he’d have Ruggie get you food, and honestly he’d just be there for moral support

He probably doesn’t care about getting sick himself, so I can see him getting into bed with you and just laying next to you, being a personal’s heater you can cuddle into or not

Medicines? Sure…he’ll remember you need to take them, and that’s about the only useful thing he does by himself

If you throw up or anything he’ll just look at you with narrowed eyes and have Ruggie help you, then he’ll cuddle you again to get you to relax

I don't have much for him…like I said he’d probably make Ruggie do everything 😭

Ruggie💰:

Walks in with a whole bunch of items he bought(with Leona’s money, obvi.)

He’ll he you’re personal butler for the day, or as long as your sick, but you’ll pay him back, right? Yea? Gooooood!

He’ll grab you whatever you need in the blink of an eye, and he’ll cook nutritional meals for you to make sure you get better

He’ll do laundry, and I mean, mans gets “paid” to clean, so he’ll disinfect surfaces and make sure your sheets and blankets are all nice and fresh!

Medicines he’ll be on top of in my opinion…but if you have any left over after you’re better, he’ll take them off your hands. What? No, not to sell them or anything- no, totally to sell them

Hey, at least he’s there to support you and make you feel at least a little better

Pay him back

Seriously

He worked hard

He deserves it—

Jack 🐺:

For some reason I feel this man would try and get you to sweat the sickness out, you’re coughing up a storm or something and he’s having you do sit ups in bed or something, I don’t think that’s a good idea

Like dude…

But besides that, he’d be concerned, his tail would swish slowly and idly as he Just stands there watching you, a little unsure of what to do

If you ask him for something, he’s right on to doing it

Protein dense meals, will say you need it to get stronger again. Sure, I guess that’ll work for you, maybe

He’ll check the time to gauge when you need to take your medicine again, so he’d be pretty persistent with that

He’s strong so he’s not gonna be scared of getting sick.

If you ask to touch his tail while your sick, he probably will let you for once, out of pity though

Another Drabble done, expect another one soon my lovelies. And also, I just wanna say thank u all so much for all the likes I’ve been getting, it brightens up my dull days, lol ❤️

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Pictures belong to Disney Twisted Wonderland but are edited by me :)

[theoceansluvr]

Percy Jackson x Ballerina! Reader

warnings; like every sports headcanon list, injuries ! and horrendous foot pain author's notes; im so sorry to the lovely @officiallyalbino that requested this for borderline lying about when i'd post this😭 unrelated to the post but im severely sunburned and writing this kept me from scratching my skin off :((

oooo you best believe he has front row seats to every single one of your performances !

you'd think the adhd™ would get to him, but he's way too focused on you

he likes helping you with lifts because.. well of course he does !

he's very huge on helping you practice if you couldn't tell !

i think he'd always be insane flexible so he tries to copy your positions

looks DISGUSTINGLY good in the leotard might i add

brings flowers and a little (poorly spelled and written) card after every performance

like everybody knows him as your boyfriend because he proudly announces it while carrying his little gifts

doesn't matter if your just in the background he will clap like you just won an oscar

the parents next to him used to think he was just an overly proud older brother to be honest

that was until he leaned over while yelling "THAT'S MY PARTNER Y'KNOW ?"

he's quite the fanboy if he couldn't tell from my many, MANY times if saying this !

foot rubs ? foot rubs !

i personally hate people touching my feet, BUT !

i can see how this is probably the most relaxing thing in the world after hours of practice ngl

he's oddly good at it too

could probably hum every single Nutcracker song off the top of his head

honestly he probably really likes listening to your practice music actually

it keeps him focused when he's studying and whatnot !

could've mentioned this earlier, but he learns all the positions just so he can help you with certain dances

coordinated in the arena and almost anything else, not so much with dance

but he makes it work just for you :D

secretly really likes Black Swan

he watches it like a little kid trying to video games without his mom knowing

thinks your better than everyone no matter how much experience they might have over you

you're literally lauren anderson in his eyes

(or any ballet dancer you may look up to of course !)

enjoys watching you do your hair before recitals

it's oddly satisfying to him, so much to the point he has it memorized on how you do it

possibly keeps a fat stack of hair ties on him at all times (if your hair is long enough to even need any)

not as long as i would've loved this to be, but ballet still has a special place in my heart and i hope this was good fo

[fallenisded]

Baby, it’s cold outside…

Pairing: Sunarin x an absolutely downbad (writer) barista!reader <3

a/n: what is up chat, its been two years since i last posted a little something. Im going through it.. 🫠 And tumblr sunarinxreader tag is lacking right now,,, so here’s a little something while an exam thats going to determine my future is literally just a week away :3

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The soft chime of the bell that hung above the door signals the departure of the last customer of the warm, coffee scented cafe. You stood behind the counter and thanked the stars internally. That guy has been sitting in the corner for hours since he first came, thank god he finished whatever he has going on with him.

“Oh, he finally left huh?” The Manager came out of his little camping spot and chuckled softly when he saw his only still checked barista deflated at the same spot they stood at, completely drained from acting all cheery for service. “You betcha he left. If not, I would have forced him out myself by blasting Mariah Carey obnoxiously.”

Right after saying that, it came back as quickly to bite your ass. A tall lanky guy entered the cafe, with that stupid jingle of a chime that you’ve heard more that you can count on for the entire day today. Looks like the poor barista really needed to blast Mariah Carey now. You really looked like you wanted to choke the living daylights out of..oh wait..why is he kinda…

“Hi, sorry. This place isn’t closing anytime soon right?” Well, technically no, because they would close at 10. Now let’s take a look at the time, oh! It’s 9:48. Yeah, totally. Just when they were going to open your mouth to answer the gorgeously handsome, jaw dropping man that seemingly just came out of a romance shoujo, the manager cut you off by a second. “Don’t worry, we can still serve one last customer,” What the fuck.

“Thanks, can I have a mint macchiato? Hot,” A mint macchiato. At 9:48 at night. On Christmas Eve. Just who is this man? The manager immediately enters in the order without even a slight hesitation. “And to who?” You could practically see yourself banging your head onto the coffee machine. Is this really a good idea, Mr Manager??

“Suna,” Okay nevermind. Not only is his appearance an eye candy, even his name sounds hot. “Alright, our lovely barista here will call out to you when they’re done with your drink,” the receipt machine prints out the paper slip after this greek carved Suna taps his card onto the card reader. You glared at the manager when he mentioned you, muttering curses underneath your breath as you positioned yourself at the coffee machine to make the espresso. 

The familiar aroma of the espresso beans filled your senses as you grumpily clicked the filter onto the machine, letting it brew. You got out the proper cup and drizzled it in peppermint syrup. Getting out the milk from the fridge to make the foam, you noticed Suna was watching your every movement over the little glass panel that separated the two of you. Most of the time, this would be called creepy. But when it’s him, it’s strangely flustering. Could you imagine a drop dead gorgeous guy is just watching over you as you make his drink? There’s just something so intimate and domestic about it.

“S-Suna,” You stuttered out after assembling the drink. The flustering got to you. After this, you are going to clock out and this embarrassing act of yours is going to haunt you until the next day of Christmas. Suna’s cold fingers accidentally grazed onto yours when he went to get his MINT MACCHIATO, letting you get goosebumps everywhere. He’s abnormally cold. Must’ve been outside. Who are we kidding, of course it’s outside. “Thanks,” And he seemed to catch their stutter with that disgustingly dreamy smirk of his. He brings the cup to his slightly chapped lips to take a sip, satisfied with the taste, he lets out a sigh that looks like it was kept inside for too long. 

Instead of moving to sit at one of the many comfortable seats that’s prepared for the participants, he just stood there, leaning on the self-collecting counter like he’s taking a photo for a modelling agency. The manager was long forgotten about as these two just stood there in silence while Suna enjoyed his drink. 

For the barista, it felt awkward to watch a man they found so attractive drinking the drink they made.

For Suna Rintarou? He liked watching the expressions and how awkward they can get even though they were grumpy while prepping his drink for him. He found it adoring.

He didn’t know what made him rush into the cafe. But what he does know is how much this barista attracted him when he saw them all deflated on the counter when he stood outside the cafe, on his phone with an annoying twin on the other line. With snow landing in his fluffy brown hair and on the shoulder’s of his coat.

“Tsumu, I’ll call you back later. This person is pretty cute,” That was all he said before hanging up.

“Sorry if I stopped you from going back home. I know it’s Christmas Eve and all.”

“Huh?”

Suna turned around to face you properly, he locked eyes with you, making your breath hitch. Holy fuck, his eyes are so beautiful.

“Excuse me?” HIs voice dragged them out of your own head. Wait, why does his face seem a little more flushed than before?

“You just called me beautiful..?” He chuckled softly. This time, it was your turn to feel your cheeks get warmer. Ding, you just said your thoughts out loud. You just dug your own little grave of embarrassment. “Oh my god.”

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a/n: WOOOOOOO I FINISHED TYPING THIS IN AN HOUR GRWAWWWWWWW