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[lucauali]

princess treatment - michael kaiser

warning: suggestive but not fully nsfw, kissing, sensual touching, groping, kinda bratty attitude but mostly in a playful way, reader wears a dress and heels

this is very loosely inspired by that one tik tok trend about having a princess attitude and it made me think of him <3

205k likes, 30k comments, and 1.7mil views in less than three hours. 

When Michael posted the tik tok featuring you as his one and only, you knew it would probably garner some attention, but not this much. Not only was it a hard launch for your relationship, it also showed bits of pieces of what it was like to be Michael Kaiser’s partner:

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It was late into the night and all you could think about was satisfying your midnight cravings. 

You got out of bed and slipped on some shorts and a random shirt that you found in Michael’s closet. The plan was to silently leave the apartment and go grab the food you craved before Michael could notice your absence. Said plan, however, fell through as soon as you grabbed the door knob of the bedroom. 

“Mein Liebchen, where are you going?” Michael’s groggy voice interrupted you. The German sat up as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He pat the empty space next to him and urged you to go back to him. 

You felt bad for waking him up, especially when he looked so sweet and precious in his tired state, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep, I’m gonna run out at get a snack. I’ll be back soon.” 

You tried to leave again, but you heard the sheets shuffling on the bed. Michael was walking towards you with his eyes barely open. 

“I’ll drive you. Wanna stay with you.” He tried reaching for you hand and finally found it after a few attempts due to the lack of light in the room. You tried to reassure him that you could manage by yourself and he needed to rest, but he insisted on going with you. 

This led to you being in the passenger seat of Michael’s Porsche as he drove to the closest McDonald’s. His hand was caressing your bare thigh as you both hummed along to whatever song was playing on the radio. 

Only Michael would take you to McDonald’s to satiate your spicy nugget craving in the middle of the night. 

-

After another successful victory for Bastard Munchen, Michael wanted to take you out to a fancy dinner. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go to the after party? I don’t want to take away you away from your team and ruin the post-game excitement.” Michael simply huffed at the inquiry as he adjusted the rolled up sleeves of his button down dress shirt. 

“Yes, I’m sure. They’re probably just going to the club. After all, they don’t have an angel of a partner waiting for them at home like I do.” Michael winked at you and laughed as you rolled your eyes at his last statement. 

You walked over to the assortment of clothes you had as options for tonight, “okay fine, but don’t complain when you get bombarded with texts and calls from Ness and the others begging for you to join them.” 

Michael completely ignored your statement and stood flush to your back, examining your options. 

“Wear the red dress. The one with the slit.” His hands lay on your hips and slowly rubbed up and down your sides. 

“Since you’re begging for me to wear it, I guess I have to.” You let out an exaggerate, but amused sigh as you felt Michael smile against the back of your neck. You slipped into the sleek dress with a pair of heels and applied makeup as quickly as possible. All the while, Michael wouldn’t let you go. Even as you were applying your favorite lip combo, he insisted you do so while sitting on his lap. His tattooed hand grazed tour thigh that was exposed by the slit. 

“On second thought, let’s just stay here.” The sheer audacity to say that as you were getting ready made you side eye the blond through the mirror of your vanity. 

Michael giggled as you simply ignored his suggestion, “I’m kidding, Meine Prinzessin, don’t worry. As much as I would like to keep you here for my eyes only, I want to show you off as much as I can.” He kissed the nape of your neck. You knew that his club manager’s request to keep your relationship a secret was starting to get to him. He had done well to keep it low key for the past year and seven months. 

You turned around so you could see him and  grasped at his pouty cheeks. It was a sight that you hoped only you would ever behold. Placing a gentle kiss on his pouted lips, you leaned your forehead against his. Michael closed his eyes and just basked in your presence and warmth. After a few minutes, he suddenly lifted you up bridal style and made his way to the front door. You giggled as he carried you all the way to the Porsche. 

You’re the only person in the world that Michael would choose to celebrate with in such an intimate way. 

-

Even as you scrolled through all the comments from the video, the buzzing didn’t cease. Thus, your beloved woke up from his midday nap, it’s for his much needed beauty sleep, he claims. Michael lifted his head from your stomach with his eyes closed, as he tends to do. His arms that surround your middle section squeezed just a tad tighter as he groaned and grumbled.

“What are you looking at? Put that down and nap with me.” You ignored his demand and simply turned your phone towards him. It took him a few seconds to adjust his eyes before he started to absorb what was in front of him. The smug grin on his face was expected due to the comments you saw that praised him as ‘god-tier’ boyfriend material. As fast as his smile appeared, it vanished.

Michael abruptly sat up with a mortified look on his face, “excuse me?! Did you see this? User ‘iluvkais3r’ said that you should leave me!” You actually didn’t see that comment, but it still made you let out a full belly laugh. Michael scoffed and pushed his face back into your stomach while grumbling incoherent words. Your hand found its place in his hair and you scratch his scalp. After a few minutes, you felt his breathing pattern even back out. Putting your phone down, you chose to join him in his state of slumber.

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this tik tok is the reason this was written 🫢 i hope it's okay 🫶🏻

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

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You're waiting for Minho to step back into the waiting room of the studio, knowing they should be here in a few moments. Stray Kids just finished their recent comeback on Music Show Core, and you came to support your boyfriend.

You glance back at the television in the room, seeing the MCs talking to the camera. The door to the room opens up as Minho walks in first. A smile graces your lips, and you take a step towards him.

“You guys did so well!” You almost squeal, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him.

Minho wraps his arms around your waist, and you feel his lips kiss your shoulder. “It looked good?” He asks you, pulling back from you.

Sweat rolls down his cheeks and neck, and you turn to grab a paper towel. His eyes meet yours just as you pat his face. Your gaze travels to his, and you instantly feel flustered.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask him in a whisper, bringing the towel down to his neck, patting it gently.

“Like what?” Minho whispers back, his hand resting on your waist.

The tips of your ears burn, and your eyes widen slightly. “There's no way this is how you look when your stylists pat your face,” you mumble and bite your lip.

A smirk comes to his lips, his grip on your waist tightening a bit. “And what if it is?” He raises an eyebrow, looking down at you.

“If I was your stylist and you looked at me like this, I'd want you to kiss me,” you say to him, bringing your free hand to his face.

“That's against the rules,” Minho whispers, leaning his face closer to yours.

Your eyes flutter shut when your noses brush together. “I'll have to resist then,” you mutter while running your fingers through his hair.

He laughs and he tugs your body close. “But can you? You love it when I kiss you,” he grins, placing a feathery kiss on your cheek.

“Do you two have to do this?” Seungmin asks with a disgusted look. Neither of you replies to him, too caught up in each other. He shakes his head, grabbing his water before leaving the room.

“Keep dabbing, baby,” Minho's voice snaps you from your daze. “I need to go back in a few minutes.”

You clear your throat, beginning to pat his skin dry. “You're enjoying this too much,” you giggle while shaking your head.

His hand glides up your back, a chuckle escaping his lips as well. “You like it too,” he mentions, his free hand resting on your heart. “Your heart is racing.”

“How can it not?” You ask, double checking that you got all of the sweat. “You're so handsome, and you're staring at me with this look that I can't explain.”

“Believe it or not, I wouldn't look at a stylist,” Minho tells you, grabbing the towel from you. You furrow your brows, watching him throw the dirty item away. “I'm usually reviewing what we just recorded when they do that. So, that look I gave you was just for you.”

You tear your gaze away from him, getting flustered again. Minho hooks a finger beneath your jaw, lifting your face. Your breath hitches in your throat as he kisses you.

Your fingers grip his shirt, tugging his body toward you. You kiss him back with no hesitation, loving the way his lips feel against yours.

“Minho!” Chan's voice comes through the closed door, knocking echoes off the walls. “We gotta go!”

He pulls away from you, an annoyed sigh leaving his lips. “Never enough time,” Minho sighs, both of his hands squeezing your waist.

“If you're not too tired tonight, you can stay at my place,” you offer, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I'll gladly take you up on that,” he smiles, kissing your forehead. The two of you walk over to the door, and he opens it up before stepping into the hall.

You lean against the door frame and cross your arms over your chest. “I love you,” you say to him before he walks away.

Minho turns to face you, grinning ear to ear. “I love you, jagiya,” he beams and kisses you one last time.

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[breeloveschris]

If Only You Knew Pt 2

Pt 1 Pt 3

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summery: Y/n has the biggest crush on Matthew Sturniolo but Matt doesn’t know she exists until Y/n’s video goes viral and everyone tags him in it

Warnings: cussing

Y/n’s pov:

The next morning I woke up to a pillow hitting my face. I groan pushing it away from my face. “Nia what the fuck” I said turning away from the pillow still not opening my eyes. “Get up, it’s 12 pm” Nia said shaking me. “I’m awake! You don’t gotta shake me damn” I said pushing her away. “Why are you so hard to work with in the morning” she said plopping down on my bed with a sigh. “Why are you even waking me up right now.” I said rubbing my face before opening my eyes and looking at her.

“Because I just got off of work and I’m bored” she said pouting. I side eyed her “girl put your bottom lip away” I said while laughing. “You’re a brat when you wake up” she said laughing. “And you’re a baby when you’re bored” i said with a laugh. She just shook her head laughing. “What do you wanna do today?” Nia said getting up. “I kinda don’t wanna do anything” I said while I stretched before getting out of bed. “We gotta do something” she said looking at me. “How about we film for our YouTube channel” i said shrugging.

We have a shared YouTube account. We post every Saturday and seeing that today is Friday we really need to film. “I’m down, you got any ideas?” Nia asked looking in my closet. I walk over to her, also looking. “What if we do smash, marry, kill” I said pulling out a pair of black leggings. “Okay.. but with who” Nia asked while showing me a cropped grey shirt. I shook my head saying no to the shirt. “We could do other influencers” i said with a smirk. “I like that, also wear that grey crop with the pink shit on it”

“Good thinking, let’s stir some shit up” I said pumping my fist in the air. Nia went to her room to do whatever while I showered and did my makeup. After getting ready I made my way to the living room. I sat on the couch taking a quick picture of me, with the caption “give me three influencers 😋”. I posted it on instagram, while waiting for people to respond I opened tik tok looking at the comments on my recent post. My heart dropped to my toes. He saw it. And he commented. I kept staring at the “Crazy how you barely spoke last night but can post this 😂”.

I replied with “ 🤨 you didn’t see this ✋🏼”. As soon as I pressed reply, Nia walked out of her room. “Nia. Matt saw the video. And he commented!” I said with a red face. “Girl why do you look like you’re gonna cry, you tagged him” Nia said laughing while sitting next to me. “Because I didn’t actually think he’d see it let alone comment” I said with wide eyes. “Maybe he’s in love with you or something, what did he even say” she said laughing. I just sighed “he said “Crazy how you barely spoke last night but can post this 😂” like the audacity that man has” I said shaking my head.

“You can’t even lie, he has a point.” Nia said with a short laugh. “Ugh, I wasn’t even that quiet” I said throwing my head back. “You didn’t barely speak three words to Matt” she said shaking her head pulling her phone out. “Well I was nervous, bro was looking scrumptious” I said letting a giggle out. “You’re so weird. Let’s get the camera out already” Nia said laughing. “Oh shit, I forgot” I said jumping up and running to my room to get my camera. I come back down stairs to see Nia already had the tripod up and was sitting on the couch. I put the camera on the tripod turning the camera on.

I sat down next to Nia, she got off her phone and looked up at the camera. “What’s up hoes and bros, how we doing on this lovely Saturday afternoon” I said letting out a laugh at our intro. “Today we’re playing a game-” Nia started before I interrupted her singing ‘in the end’. Nia covers my mouth with her hand, I pushed it away. “Gross, your hand smells.” I said crossing my arms like a little kid. Nia just laughs and continues. “Today we’re playing a game, you’ve might’ve heard of it.” Nia said smiling while looking at the camera. “Spit it out dummy” I said poking her in the side making her jump away from my finger. “Don’t fucking poke me bitch.” Nia said getting back in place.

“We’re playing fuck, marry, kill” Nia said clapping. “No!” I said yelling, “we’re playing smash, marry, pass” I said rolling my eyes. “Fuck is just crazy and kill is too violent so we changed it up” Nia said with a shrug. I pulled out my phone looking at what all the people said. “Oouu someone said Vinnie Hacker, Colby Brock, and Jake Webber!” I said looking at Nia. “That’s a weird collection of people” Nia said laughing. “But that’s hard” she said sighing. “Wait! No. Someone else said Colby Brock, Johnnie Gilbert, and Jake Webber.” Nia side eyed me and looked at me confused. “Then which one are we doing”.

“The second one, and I wanna go first” I said pushing her and looking up to the camera. “Smash Jake Webber, marry Colby Brock and pass on Johnnie, only because that was the only option.” I said shrugging. “Argue with the wall” I said pointing at Nia. “I was gonna agree but honestly swap Johnnie and Colby.” She said with a shrug. “What? How you gonna do that to my boy Colby” I yelled. Nia laughed and shushed me. “Give me your phone, I wanna pick one.” Nia said reaching for my phone, I gave it to her so she could look.

While she was looking for one. I got up and started singing ‘swim’ by chase Atlantic. Nia kicked me and said “shut up your gonna get us copyrighted”. “I sing nothing like them how would I possibly do that” I said sitting down with a sigh. “I got one!” Nia said, “okay then say it” I said poking her again. “Imma snap your finger in half” she said looking at me. “I’m sorry I’m just so pumped.” I said laughing. “Anyways..” she said looking at the camera then side eyeing me. “Someone said.. I can’t say this without laughing bro” Nia said laughing. “Nia! Just say it!” I said yelling. “Stop yelling.” She said with a straight face.

“Okay so someone said.. Jaden Hossler, Josh Richard’s, and chase Hudson” Nia said finishing off with a laugh. “Girl whoever said that we’re getting married just for the fact you reminded me of that shit” I said with a laugh while punching Nia in the arm. “Ouch, dumb bitch. Ain’t nobody teach you to keep your hands to yourself?” she said rubbing her arm. “Marry Josh, smash Jaden and pass on Chase, chase just gives me the icks” I said shrugging. “Yea no, I’m smashing josh, marrying Chase and passing Jaden, Jaden’s a cheater” she said looking at me.

“Yea that’s why I said smash, no one said we had to be dating” I said with a laugh. “Good point, he’s hot” she said passing me my phone back. I was scrolling for like 30 seconds before gasping. “I knew one of you sneaky little hoes were gonna pick them” I said squinting my eyes at the camera. “Who?” Nia asked looking at me with confusion. “The Sturniolo Triplets” i said with a tight lipped smile. “Oh my god, yay, I love this one.” Nia said clapping and i just laughed shaking my head.

“Marry Chris, Y/n argue with the wall, smash Matt and pass on Nick, only cause you don’t like girls!” She said raising her voice towards the end with a finger raised in the air. I laughed and said “I’m gonna have to disagree completely. I’m gonna marry Nick so we can thrift shop all the time” I stopped and looked at the camera. “Nick please go thrifting with me” and then I continued after Nia and I laughed. “Smash Matt cause look at his fine ass bruh. And pass on Chris cause he just burps way to much” I said with a laugh.

“I thought you wanted to give your left lung to be with Matt” Nia said with a laugh. I literally jumped on top of her yelling shut up over and over again. She just pushed me off and we fell over laughing. “Matt if you see this.. I sincerely apologize for bestfriends lack of words to you the other night, you make her extremely nervous.” Nia said smiling at the camera. “Girl- you’re gonna get the comments rolling with that” I said shaking my head. “Oh yea, when this comes out, look at my instagram and it’ll explain what I just said.” Nia said pointing at the camera.

“Okay enough about the strumbolognas” I said waving my hand in front of the camera. “Here you pick” i said passing the phone to Nia. As she’s scrolling I look at the camera. “You guys are so pretty!” I yelled smiling. “Girl quit yelling, we’re gonna get a noise complaint” Nia said pushing me. “I’m sorry, look at them! You can’t blame me.” I shrugged pointing at the camera. “Okay I got one”. Nia said being quiet. “Okay? Then say it” I said throwing my head back. “Charli Damelio, Dixie Damelio, and Addison Rae.” Nia said with a grin.

I screamed before saying, “okay hear me out.. I like my women older” I continued shrugging. “So I’d say marry Dixie, smash Addison and pass on charli cause she’s the youngest” I said pointing at Nia. “Do you agree?” I asked. “Honestly I do” she said with a laugh. “Also you need to calm down, you been talking way too much.” Nia said shaking her head while looking for another one. “It’s a YouTube video Nia, one of us gotta entertain them. And since you’re being quiet, I gotta do it.” I said crossing my arms. “Girl I’m only quiet cause you talk so damn much” Nia said once again shaking her head.

I looked at the camera then back to Nia before slowly turning back to the camera. “Do y’all hear this? I’m getting bullied” I said pouting. “Okay Matt” Nia said with a raised eyebrow. “Aye dont come for my babydoll” I said poking her. “Watch the fingers Y/n” Nia said firmly. “Aw I’m so scared” I said putting my hands up in surrender. “I got one!” Nia said throwing my phone on the couch. “Okay guys. This one’s kinda crazy.. Johnny Orlando, Carson Lueders, and Asher angel.” She said with a shrug. “Marry Johnny, smash Carson, pass on Asher” I said shrugging “no ifs and buts about it, just how it goes” I finished.

Surprisingly Nia agreed. I was looking for another one when Nia gasped beside me. I turned to look at her to figure out why the fuck she was gasping. “What?” I said annoyed that she didn’t just tell me. “Lose the tude girl” she said shaking her head. “Everyone’s tagging us in a TikTok that Matt just posted.” She said said with a hum. “Okay? They always do that.” I said looking back at my phone. “It’s lowkey about you..” she said hushed. What? “What the hell are you talking about” i said putting my phone down and turning off the camera so I don’t have to even more editing tonight.

“He used the song babydoll by Dominic Fike” Nia said with a giggle. Does she really think he made a post about me? It’s just a song. I just laughed and turned on the camera. “Anyways” I said before continuing on with the video, ignoring the thoughts in my head. The video went on for about 20 more minutes before we did the outro. Nia went to her room to get her keys and shoes while I put my shoes on because we decided to go thrifting. When we got in the car Nia was getting songs queued, she looked at me with a smirk on her face as the first song started playing.

Babydoll by Dominic Fike was blaring through the speakers. I groaned loudly rolling my eyes before turning the music down. “Nia, it’s just a song. It has no connections too me.” I said turning to her as she was pulling out of the parking lot. “In your caption you literally called him babydoll and the day after he made a TikTok with the song babydoll. You can’t tell me there’s not a single connection.” She said shaking her head. “Maybe it was in his drafts. And the video didn’t have anything on it or a caption.” I said with another eye roll. “The fans clocked it, why can’t you” she said with a frustrated sigh.

“Because it’s a song! There is nothing behind that.” I said yelling out. I’ve never been so frustrated with Nia, why can’t she just understand that it’s probably just a song. There’s a slight possibility that it could be about me but I highly doubt that. “I think you’re just being stupid” Nia said with a sigh. “I really don’t wanna talk about this anymore” I said letting out a groan. “I think you should duet it and see if he says anything” Nia said with a shrug. “Absolutely not.” I said shaking my head. “Then I will, and I’ll show you in the video and caption it “bros ignoring the fact that this video is about her” and then the fans will get Matt to see it” Nia said with a head nod.

I just roll my eyes, not responding to drop the conversation about Matt. We made it to the store and while we were walking around looking at clothes babydoll started playing on the speaker. I groan looking at Nia who was smirking. Why can’t I escape this song now. Is this my life now? Am I gonna hear babydoll everywhere I go. Nia laughs and says “it’s a sign” before walking over to a little further down the rack. I was looking at the shirts when the bell above the door rang telling everyone that someone just walked through.

I heard a small gasp from beside me. “They’re following us I swear.” Nia whispered to me. Who the hell was she talking about. I looked up and looked around before meeting eyes with Matt Sturniolo, I looked down immediately finding the pattern on the shirt the most interesting thing in the world. “Don’t do anything stupid, let’s just leave” I said in a whisper and I don’t hear anything from Nia until I hear her speak louder “are you stalking us or something” she was talking to the triplets with what I could only assume was a smirk. I internally groan walking away from her, as I hear them laugh.

This can’t be happening. I mean secretly I’m not mad about it. But the fact that they keep popping up everywhere without them even being there is scary. Me and Nia have lived in La for almost a year and only bumped into them once before yesterday. It was a few months ago, we saw them at the movie theater but we didn’t say anything to them because we didn’t wanna interrupt anything. But ever since I posted that stupid TikTok they have been literally everywhere and it was only yesterday when I posted it.

“Y/n, why are you all the way over there, come say hey to us” I heard Chris say behind me. I roll my eyes and turn around with a smile and walk over to them. “Hey guys” I said quietly while standing beside Nia, Matt smirked at my quietness. “Oh this reminds me�� Nia started saying with a laugh. Oh no. “Matt why do I keep getting tagged in your recent tik tok” Nia said with a smirk. I just play with my hands trying to avoid the embarrassment I’m about to get. “Oh yeah, I swear I’ve never seen that many comments with the same two people being tagged” Chris said with a laugh while Matt shakes his head. “I think it was the song choice, Matt knew exactly what he was doing” Nick said with a laugh.

“So it was about the video Y/n posted?” Nia asked smirking. “100% I knew the fans would go crazy, I’m surprised they actually caught onto it tho” Matt said with a laugh. It was? I wanted to shrink so tiny that I could just walk out with no one noticing. “See I told you” Nia said looking at me and hitting my shoulder. I just shrugged and looked at Nick who was smirking. “So why are y’all stalking us” Chris said squinting his eyes at us. “Hey! There’s no stalking going on. Nia just wanted to go thrifting and this is our favorite spot.” I said with a shrug. I catch a glimpse of Matt smirking. Is that all he does? He always got a damn smirk on his face.

“I can’t blame you there, this is mine too” Nick said with a laugh. “This is actually where we found the dress Y/n was wearing last night” Nia said pointing at me. Nick smiles and said “I still can’t believe you thrifted that” I smiled at him. “It was only 10 dollars!” I said with a big smile. “Damn” Matt said with a smile. I looked at him for a mere 10 seconds before looking literally anywhere else. They kept talking but I wasn’t focused on that, I was looking at the clothes beside us. “What do you think Y/n?” Nick said catching my attention. I turned around with a quick “huh” noticing it was just Nick and Nia standing there now.

“We were talking about exchanging numbers to collab sometime” Nick said with a laugh. “The fans would eat that shit up honestly, I’m down” I said with a smile. “There she is” Nia said with a giggle. “It’s gonna be hard filming with Y/n in the same room with Matt, for some reason she’s so quiet around him” Nia said laughing. “Does my brother make you nervous Y/n?” Nick asked with a smile. Yes. He does. “No! I’m just quiet around new people” I said smiling. Nick and Nia look at each other sharing glances before laughing. “What! Why are you guys laughing!” I said with a laugh. “You talked to me and Chris perfectly fine. You didn’t say anything to Matt tho” Nick said coming down from his laugh.

I groaned. “It’s okay, you’re a Matt girl, that’s how they usually act” Matt said walking over to us. I groaned louder. “Matt shut up” I said while putting my face in my hands. “Ah she speaks!” Matt said smiling. Nia grabbed my hands pulling them off my face yet again. “Okay let’s wrap this up I wanna go eat” Chris said rubbing is stomach. “Oh my god! Do you guys wanna come with?” Nick said with a huge smile. “I mean shit, we don’t got nothing going on” Nia said with a smile. I just shrugged and said “let’s go” what the fuck has my life come to.

This is very long.. I apologize 🙃

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[writinground2]

No. 60 Drabble list 5

No. 4 Drabble list 1

With lessi russo please :) and thank you for your stories they’re amazing!

Two Bros - Alessia Russo

60 - Two bros, chilling in a bed

4 - Let's kiss and see where it takes us

 “Two bros, chilling in a bed,” Ella said as she smirked at Y/N in the bed next to her, Alessia poorly containing her scowl. 

“That’s not the voice over El!” Mary shouted, dropping her phone, “it’s ‘two best friends, they might kiss’.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and flopped back on the bed, “Mary can we be done? There’s so many other Tik Toks we can do.”

“No! We are getting this right,” Mary deleted the other video and readied herself again. 

Alessia giggled when she watched Y/N mouth help me to her. 

“Two things wrong this Mearps, 1, Ella and I aren’t best friends, and 2, I would never kiss Ella,” Y/N fake gagged for added effect, beginning to climb out of the bed. 

“Let’s kiss and see where it takes us,” Ella snagged the hem of Y/N’s shirt as she stood up. 

Y/N smacked her hand off her, “gross,” she stuck her tongue out to make sure the younger girl knew she was kidding. Ella groaned and fell back, pretending to be overly offended. 

Mary had tricked the woman to come to her room to do Tik Toks. Ella had been in on the plan. The two were hoping to get a reaction out of Alessia when Ella would lean in to fake kiss Y/N. That the reaction would cause Y/N to realize that Alessia had feelings for her and cause the two quit beating around their feelings for each other. 

It didn’t seem to be working though. Ella just continued to fool around, not really working Alessia up. So far, their plan was not working. 

“Wait, we could do a different one!” Mary tried to call Y/N back into the room. 

“I’m tired Mearps, I’m going to bed,” Y/N groaned. 

“Well, that didn’t work,” Ella moaned, “you were supposed to get upset that I was going to kiss Y/N not just laugh about it!” she flailed a hand towards Alessia seated in the corner. 

Alessia furrowed her brow, glancing between the two. 

“We were trying to make you jealous,” Mary filled in, “it didn’t work.” 

The blonde shook her head and pushed herself out of the chair, “you two are ridiculous.”

“Come on Less, you gotta tell her at some point. I don’t understand how she can be that unaware to your feeling’s, but she is. The tension between you two is making me want to kiss for you,” Ella called after the blonde. 

Alessia laugh, leaning against the doorframe, “Ella, I love you, but just leave it.” 

“You’ll thank me later!” Ella yelled, but the door was already shutting. 

“Two bros, chilling in a bed,” Y/N mumbled into Alessia neck as they snuggled in bed. Alessia could feel the smirk against her neck. 

“That’s all this is?” Alessia chucked, “we’re just chilling?”

Y/N pushed herself up to be leaning over the blonde, “what was it Ella said? Let’s kiss and see where it takes us.” 

Alessa sat up, meeting Y/N as she leaned down. 

“You and I both know where this leads,” the blonde mumbled against Y/N’s lips. 

“That’s kind of what I’m hoping for,” Y/N shifted to be straddling her. 

Alessia let Y/N control the kiss, allowing herself to be pushed back into the mattress as Y/N pressed more of her weight into her. Groaning as a hand was slipping into her shirt, and Y/N dragged her nails along her sides. 

The pair made out like teenagers for a minute before Y/N settled herself back into the blonde’s side, “goodnight my love.”

“Goodnight beautiful,” Alessia dropped a kiss to the top of Y/N’s head. 

The pair had laughed early that night when Ella and Mary had individually invited them to their room after dinner. They both knew that it would be some attempt to the set the pair up. Y/N was able to hide her feelings better than Alessia could, so Ella had taken it upon herself to help her best friend. What Ella and Mary didn’t know though, what that the pair already had confessed their feelings for each other months ago. Having established their relationship well before anyone decided to intervene. 

[seresinhangmanjake]

For the drabbles!

I saw this tik tok where a toddler was meeting her baby brother for the first time and she thanks her mom which is something I feel like Eve would do

It is absolutely something Eve would do! 🥰

Oh, Baby Series

Words: 941

Alright, manic brain has been in full force again, so it's not perfect. My bad. It's also the slightest bit different from the ask.

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You're about four months pregnant. Not so round as to be incredibly noticeable to the common stranger, but round enough at this point that, for Eve, looking at your stomach has become a daily curiosity. She knows there's a baby in there even though you haven't told her. She just knows it. She's smart for her age and watched her preschool teacher's tummy grow with a baby of her own, so when you get the slightest bump, you realize her eyes are now more often on your midsection than not.

She hasn’t asked yet (because you'd taught her it's not polite to ask people if they are pregnant), and you haven’t officially told her, either.

It feels wrong, though. She’s your daughter. She deserves to know she’s going to be a big sister, but you and Jake both know Eve has held every scrap of your attention for four whole years. From the moment you discovered you were pregnant again, you’ve been worrying about her reaction. She’s a bold kid. Opinionated. Stubborn. And therefore, occasionally unpredictable in her emotions. Yes, she’s wanted a sibling, but like any other child, it’s very possible that amidst her incessant begging for a baby brother, she neglected to consider that having another child in the house means that Mama and Daddy's attention will soon be divided.

That alone makes Jake terrified to tell Eve. Lingering guilt over missing her first few months of life has snuck back to the surface and he doesn’t want to disappoint her or make her think she’ll be any less loved. He can’t stand the thought of seeing her little face lose its smile, and doing anything to fill her eyes with big fat tears has always brought on bouts of nausea. So, the topic has been avoided.

But with each day that passes, the crueler it’s become to not share what you’ve known for months. So you and Jake pull your courage together and sit Eve down one morning to tell her the truth.

Jake's beside you on the couch, Eve nestled in his lap when you explain she's going to be a big sister. You expect an array of emotions—you and your husband being so prepared that you’d gone so far as to imagine the moment playing out in a very specific way: a look of awe then a wave of excitement followed by the potential settling in of pure jealousy.

On all counts you are wrong.

Your daughter is quiet as she stares at your stomach post news. Then she tilts her head back to receive her father’s encouraging smile before looking to you.

"He's really in there right now?" she asks.

And you answer: "Yes."

She takes a beat to consider your confirmation, her head tilting to the side. "But when did he get there?"

Jake looks at you with panic on his face. Oddly, no matter how curious your daughter has proven to be, your husband always finds himself blindsided by the unexpectedness of her questions. You, however, tend to manage just fine, and more often than not are willing to be rather honest with her. But you can't exactly tell Eve her baby brother "got there" during fifteen-minute shower sex in the hotel at Disneyland.

"Um,” you chuckle, “not too long ago."

She pulls away from Jake's lap and moves onto yours, and you lift your shirt up a bit so she can put her tiny hands to your belly. Her fingers are spread wide, as if covering as much of your skin as possible might mean her brother can feel her too.

"He isn't moving, Mama," she notes. "What is he doing?"

"Resting up," you reply. "It takes a lot to join the world."

She remains that way, just staring and feeling. And you glance at Jake, as unsure as he is of your daughter's next move, or thought, or word, until she mutters a quiet "Oh" and her face falls.

You cup her little chin and stroke her cheek with your thumb. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

With her lip worried between her teeth, she turns her head away from your gentle grasp and begins to fiddle with her fingernails. Like mother, like daughter, you think.

"Will he like me?” She asks so softly.

It only takes that brief moment to break your heart for the little girl who has never once had to worry about not being loved.

“Oh, baby girl," Jake sighs.

He runs his hand down the length of her blonde curls, then tucks strands behind her ear so he can have a clear view of the side of her face. "Of course he will."

"But how do you know, Daddy?"

"Because you're his big sister. And you're the only big sister he will ever have,” your husband stresses. “You will love and protect one another because that is what brothers and sisters do.” Then he squeezes her hand, smiles, and says “Ok?”

Despite his lovely argument, it's clear Jake hasn't fully convinced her.

She looks up at him. "But–"

"Baby girl, how often is Daddy wrong?"

Eve quickly turns her head so her eyes can meet yours. "Mama, how often is Daddy wrong?"

"Not very," you say through your laugh. "You can trust him."

Her lips quirk to the side. A beat passes, then she nods. "Ok."

She takes a breath before leaning forward to rest her ear against your belly. Jake grins at you as you rub your girl's back.

“Thank you," you suddenly hear in that sweet voice.

“For what, sweetie?"

“For getting me a baby brother.”

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@wkndwlff @kmc1989 @sagittarius-flowerchild @dempy @oliviah-25 @rosiahills22 @xoxabs88xox @cinderellasmissingshoe @leila22rogers @novagreen04 @multifandomlover4life @mayhemmanaged @memeorydotcom @ryiamarie

[thebisexualdogdad]

One piece preferences - How they spend halloween (GN!reader)

Luffy -

● trick or treating of course

● has a super detailed costume that he spent months making

● and starts ringing doorbells the moment the sun goes down and goes way past when the rest of the kids have gone to bed

● "Luffy it's nearly midnight I don't think people are going to open their door for you anymore"

● "but we're so close to finishing my trick or treating map, we've only got one more block to go!"

● has eaten all his candy two days after Halloween

Nami -

● hands out candy while watching scary movies

● she's made you guys a bowl of freshly popped popcorn and turns your favorite movies on

● also snacks on the candy in between visits from the kids

● pretends to be scared by the movie so she can cuddle with you

● falls asleep on the couch surrounded by empty candy wrappers

Sanji -

● throws the best Halloween party in town

● has to hire a bouncer because there's a line of people trying to get in

● as well as a bartender to make signature halloween themed drinks

● he spent the last week decorating your home

● and made all the appetizers for the party himself

● wears a couples costume with you that wins his own costume contest

Zoro -

● turns all the lights off and pretends not to be home

● unfortunately for him your neighbors saw his shadow walk by the window and started knocking on the door

● you convinced him to find something he could hand out

● so he gave the kids some ketchup packets he found in the kitchen

● "you really didn't buy any candy at all?"

● "Hey at least I didn't give them toothbrushes"

Usopp -

● favorite part of Halloween is getting to prank people

● hides in bushes and scares people walking by

● TP's random houses with giant trees knowing it'll be that much more difficult to clean up

● has you filming him so he can post the videos to tik tok hoping to go viral

● but of course the only one that does is the the video of a guy punching him after he jumped out at him with a fake machete

Shanks -

● is the guy in the neighborhood known for handing out full sized candy bars

● all the kids make sure to go to your house first

● you two sit on the porch handing out candy and playing card games

● Shanks compliments every single kids costume that comes by

● plus he's got wine in cups to go for the parents who need a little pick me up

● so he's the neighborhood favorite for both the kids and the parents

Buggy -

● runs the local haunted house

● goes all out with the a little too realistic special effects

● has had the cops called on him multiple times over the years because of the amount of terrified screams that can be heard blocks away

● you once had to convince a cop that the body he had hanging at the start of the haunted house was in fact not a real body

● and at the end of the night he's already planning on how he can outdo himself next year

Mihawk -

● doesn't even know it's Halloween yet everyone thinks he's dressed up

● "nice vampire costume dude"

● "I don't know what you're talking about"

● "it's halloween… and you're dressed like a vampire… right?"

● "this is how I dress everyday you peasant"

● you have to drag Mihawk away before he fights this dude

Cabaji -

● trick or treats and gets mad when people say "aren't you two a little too old to be trick or treating?"

● wears one of those "this is my costume" t shirts

● drinks beer while you guys are trick or treating

● steals candy from kids that don't have parents with them

● and then eggs people houses to finish off the night

[daydreamgoddess14]

Saturday Mornings

MASTERLIST

🤸‍♀️ Well , well, well, didn't take long to get me back on my bullshit, did it? 🤣 I bring you a Roy Kent smutty one shot. Enjoy the gorgeousness of this man 🥵

Roy doesn't have a thing for Phoebe's dance teacher. Until he does. 👀

For @littleesilvia 😘

Saturday Mornings

Saturday morning had always been for Phoebe. From the day she was born, Roy had dedicated every Saturday morning to her. In the first weeks of her birth, he'd let himself into his sister's house and picked up a squawking Phoebe from the moses basket and taken care of her from 6-10 am so his sister could get more sleep. In those early days, he'd spoken to her in his deep, gruff voice while she drifted in and out of sleep. Then they'd go for a walk to the shop, the neighbours peeping into the buggy until Roy had growled at them to "Fuck off and stop gawping at her, she's trying to fucking sleep." As she got a little older, it became cartoons and cereal - devoured together on the sofa, and then a trip to the park. He'd arranged everything for 9 years around his Saturday mornings with Phoebe. Even away matches with a midday kick off didn't stop him, it didn't matter if it was an hour, or five hours - match day or no match day, rain or shine, if he was single or not, Uncle Roy would be there. Their time alone together moved through her swimming lessons phase, gymnastics phase, and morphed into his coaching her kids team. He wanted to be on board with this next phase - really, he did. 

 

After 8 weeks of lessons, he'd finally put his finger on what the problem was. The dancing was nothing new, Phoebe had tried ballet, tap, some weird toddler baby dance shit. 16 weeks ago, she'd switched to some kind of pop/tween dance class with a lovely older woman who mostly sat to one side and pointed to each move, each music transition. It had been great, 8.30-9.30am every Saturday, fucking wonderful. Then 8 weeks ago, that woman had switched classes and you had taken over. You, with your tight Tik Tok leggings and your cropped t-shirt. You who showed the kids each move over and over again. The number of dad's attending the class had suddenly gone up. It had been 6 months since he thought that he and Keeley could try again, but she'd made it clear that that was not the case. He'd been single for longer than 6 months before, sure, but not for a long time. Back then in his younger days, he'd thought nothing of a mutually convenient resolution with a friend until he met his next significant other. He’d come to the conclusion now that he was too fucking old for a friends with benefits situation. 

 

If it was just Saturday mornings that were the problem, he could live with that. He started out by taking a book and ignoring the class completely, but Phoebe did not like that at all. So he switched to audiobooks, brought a pair of fucking ear buds so he could drown out the sound of your voice, your gentle encouragement and the giggles. If it wasn’t the leggings going to tip him over the edge, it was going to be the giggles. Or the praise. Weird, he didn’t realise he had a bit of a praise kink before. Then he heard you in a breathy voice saying something that definitely could apply to situations other than a 9 year olds dance class and nearly had to leave the room. No, it wasn’t just Saturday mornings anymore. You came to mind now at the most inconvenient times. Sitting on the bike while Jamie pulled him along at 5am when shouting at Jamie in the street would have been frowned upon and they instead trained quietly, whenever one of the kids dance routine songs came on the radio and he was forced to relive watching you teach them, at night in the dark when he was alone, in the shower… He absolutely had to stop thinking about you like this. Like you’d see it in his eyes when you waved good morning, or when he held his bank card over your little hand held machine to pay for the classes. He also couldn’t stand the very much married men who flirted so openly with you. Clearly telling their wives at home, no love, I’ll take little… Mabel to dance class, you stay here and have a lie in and a cup of tea.  

 

It was funny how they’d migrated from the later morning class which was run by a woman who had the body shape of a fucking pencil. Beautiful, yeah she wasn’t bad. But she didn’t have the strong thighs you did, the sweeping curve of your hip into a cute little waist. He couldn’t go another week like this. Had to stop now, stop being so pervy. He was no better than the other blokes who came to watch their kids' class. Except he was slightly better, because he was actually single. 

“Uncle Roy, we’re here, come on!” Phoebe was already half out of the car. He braced himself for another week of torture.

“Good morning guys! Come in, I’m just getting set up.” You called out from across the room. He was a bit too early really. Not intentionally, of course not. You were still in your hoodie, still setting up the portable speaker and drinking a Costa coffee. You put a song on in the background and he had to hold his breath while you pulled off the warm grey sweater. As it came off, it pulled the baggy cropped t-shirt up as well, exposing your sports bra underneath, the soft skin of your stomach. It was definitely soft whenever he thought about it anyway. You straightened yourself out and sat on the floor, stretching your legs out in front of you and reaching forward to your toes. Phoebe lept out of her seat, threw her coat at Roy and plonked herself down in front of you, mirroring your pose. “Joining me for a warm up Phoebs?” 

“It’s important to warm up. My Uncle Roy is a football coach and he says it’s the most important part.”

“He’s not wrong.” You smiled, moving through some other poses and stretches. He was a dead man. This was it. The end, this was how it was going to go. You stretch your arms up as far as you can reach them, stretching out your back with a little pop. He tried to ignore the fucking Grecian vase shape your body made, truly. Until you’d made a noise a little too close to a moan for his liking, followed by, “Holy shit that feels good.”

 

Fucking hell. Fucking hell .

 

“Sorry Phebs, didn’t mean to swear.”

“It’s ok. I’ll let you off the first time, but you owe me a pound next time.”

“Aww thanks.” The class soon filled up, he wished he’d taken a seat way at the back, out of the way so he could either look at you without it being so noticeable, or ignore you completely. He totally respected your classes, he really did. It was a tricky thing, conducting an age appropriate class for 9 year olds which avoided sexualising dance moves but also made them feel like they were able to move their bodies how they wanted to. Of course, it’s not always the dance moves themselves which could be seen as sexual, more often it’s the person watching who makes that connotation. And he tried so, so hard not to do that. Tried desperately to not think about how your body would move underneath his, on top of his, the beautiful sounds he could draw from you. He needed to get out, feigned a phone call, holding up his phone as he got to the door so you knew he’d be right outside if Phoebe needed anything. He didn’t think you’d even seen him until you gave him a little thumbs up. 

 

At the end of the class, you encourage the kids to just sit for a minute. You all usually end up sprawled on your backs, not having to make eye contact makes it easier for some of the kids to talk openly if they wanted help or an opinion on something. It was somewhat of an eye opener for the parents as well. This week, you had the kids sit up so they could see you, 

“I thought I might take you on a little trip, if you guys fancy it? I was going to go and see the new Barbie film after class next week. If any of you want to come with me, with your grown up - of course - then we could have a really exciting morning! I’m not allowed to take any of you without another grown up though, ok? So you’ll have to check with them first.” You handed each of them a little pink party invite. He already knew before Phoebe asked. Their match next week was on Sunday so he was free all of Saturday morning. He had no excuse to not take her, he also didn’t think he wanted one. 

 

He hoped you were a little bit dumb. It was a horrible thought, he knew that, to wish stupidity on someone. But if there was any chance of him making a full recovery and banishing you to the depths of his mind, never to turn up again - especially not when he was in the shower with his hand around himself, he really fucking hoped that you were dumber than a box of rocks. You weren’t. He already had an inkling of that, but he could still live in hope. 

“Fancy the Barbie movie next week?” You’d asked brightly as he’d held out his card to pay, he wasn’t sure if it was the physical and mental turmoil of having to watch you for the last hour, but he thought he could detect a sliver of hope in your voice.

“Fucking probably, she won’t let me say no.” Phoebe held out a hand for her pound. “Add it to my tab.” 

 

And of course, that’s how he found himself in a dark cinema the following week with a gaggle of kids around him. He was still trying to work out if it was a blessing or a curse that he’d ended up sitting next to you - it had certainly earned him glares from one or two of the other grown ups. As you laughed again at another joke aimed to sail just over pre-teen heads, he knew it was a curse. It had to be. Forced to listen to that laugh for two hours? Fucking torture. When you cried, he knew he was done for. He reached over, just a little and patted the back of your hand in comfort. Just a little there, there gesture. You’d only fucking gripped his hand and squeezed it, he stole a glance at you and you’d given him a watery smile and a little lopsided shrug. Then you’d let go of his hand, and turned back to the movie. He had to spend the remaining 45 minutes of the film trying not to think about your warm hands carefully exploring his body. 

 

The following week, he did it.

“Would you like to go for a coffee sometime?” He asked quietly as his card payment went through. He didn’t think you’d heard him until you looked up sharply.

"Aren't you like way out of my league?"

"What league is that then?”

“Well, you're in the ridiculously fit footballer league? Y’know for people who date supermodels and influencers?”

“I wouldn't fucking know about that.”

“I'm sure you would, I'm sure they don’t kick you out once you retire. Once a fit footballer, always a fit footballer? Is that the name of it? The… F. I. T? Or is it just the R.F.F.L?”

“What's that stand for?”

“No idea, it's your league, you tell me. Footballers Into Tits?”

“That’s a shit acronym”

“I know. I can do better, promise. Give me a minute.”

“I'm sure you'd be alright in that league” He said quietly,

“Excuse me? That was very cheeky. Ohh, maybe it could stand for ‘Filthy rich but Impossibly Tedious’?”

“That’s pretty good, definitely suits some footballers I know. Alright, fine. What fucking league are you in, then?”

“Whatever the Conference equivalent of the F.I.T is.”

“Now that can’t be true.”

“Oh yeah? How do you know?”

“I just fucking do. Is it a yes to coffee?”

“I mean, I still think you’re way too high up the F.I.T for me, but sure.”

“It’s the R.F.F.L actually.” He smirks as you hand him a flyer for the class. 

“My number is on there.” You tell him, then you’d walked away without taking his number, which meant he was going to have to be the one to contact you first. No, you definitely weren’t dumb. Shit .

 

This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was a combination of factors really, a busy week at work meant though he’d messaged you quickly, he wasn’t actually able to meet for coffee until the end of the week. So you’d spent all week in a message exchange which had ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous.

“Would you rather fight 100 tiny Jamie Tartt’s or 1 giant one?”

“100 tiny ones. I’d fucking stamp on them all.”

“Figured out what league you’re in.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Champions League.”

“Fuck off am I. I’ve wikipedia’d your dating history mate. Gina Gershon? I think I should cancel coffee now…”

“Fuck, please don’t.”

“Do you always try so hard to look like you’re not looking at dance class?”

“No idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uhuh. Ok.”

“Yes, I do. Every week is torture.”

“Jamie says I’m too old for the R.F.F.L.”

“Maybe that works in my favour. If I’m up against Gina fucking Gershon, I’d have no chance.”

“You’re not up against anyone.”

“I've been thinking about you all morning.”

“Was that flirting? Were you just flirting with me?”

“Shut up. See you later.”

And now… well. Coffee at 3pm on a Friday turned into dinner at 6pm, dessert at 8pm and a nightcap at 10pm in his kitchen. You tapped the edge of your empty tumbler,

“Another?” He asked, leaning against the counter just across from you.

“No, thank you. I should… go.” The lift at the end meant it could have been a statement, could have been a question. He nodded,

“Early class.”

“Yep. I think we lost track of time.”

“Or not,” he offered,

“Or not,” you bit your lip and he felt indecision fluttering in his chest. He pushed off the counter and closed the gap between you both in only one step.

“If I kissed you now, would you be mad?” He asked softly, he could see your body tremble with the breath you took.

“Think I’d be more mad if you didn’t.” He watched you hold his gaze for as long as you could before looking at his mouth. He took the tumbler from you and put it on the counter before placing a careful hand on your hip and leaning down to kiss you. The warm whisky taste of vanilla and honey mingled with the chocolate from your dessert and Roy realised that no, he hadn’t been tortured before, watching you teach a bunch of kids how to dance wasn’t the way he was going to go. This was. Right here in his kitchen with your arms winding around his neck and bringing him as close as you could possibly get him. Your fingers scratching through his hair. He pressed you into the counter, 

“I’ve thought about doing this for a long time,” he whispered, kissing down your neck, making you gasp. He pulled away quickly, worried that it was too much too soon, “Shit, sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” He went to move further back to give you space but your hands gripped his shirt to pull him back in,

“Please, I don’t want to stop,” you breathed heavily, “I don’t want you to stop.” You said, more firmly. He was against you again in an instant,

“Sure?” He asked, “You’re sure?” You stepped up to kiss him, making your feelings very clear,

“I’m sure.” Your fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt, undoing the first couple. He pulled you away from the counter, strong arms wrapped around your back and lifted you enough to move you both to the sofa. You stumbled against the cushions, falling backwards and pulling him with you so that he landed heavily on top of you.

"Oof."

“Fuck, sorry. You ok?” He sits back up on his knees, allowing you to automatically move your legs to either side of his and sit up,

“Never better,” his smile catches you off guard, “fuck, you’re gorgeous.” You mumble, reaching for him. The feeling is more than mutual. He needs to feel your kiss again, desperate to feel your skin on his. It’s better than anything he’d spent the last 8 weeks dreaming of. And the sounds you made as his hands and kisses explored your body were enough to drive him insane. He moves further down your body, pulling your skirt down with him and immediately turns to trail kisses and little bites along your inner thigh while his hand reaches up to link fingers with yours.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his breath hot against your hip. The simple request alone made your body turn to liquid against him. He’d spent so long thinking about (denying, debating, ignoring) the effect you had on him, he hadn’t actually considered that you would be just as affected by him. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he looked y’know, alright , for an older bloke. But still, seeing it first hand… seeing it first hand, hearing it first hand, from you was really something else entirely. You tugged his hand to bring up back up to you but he shook his head, his beard catching the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, “busy,” he said, his voice muffled. He focused on nothing but you, losing himself in each gasp, moan and clutch of your hand still holding his. He worked you through one bone-shaking orgasm without stopping, leaving you a shuddering mess as he went straight for another. Looking up at you, he could see the hand that wasn’t clinging onto him had covered your eyes. This time when you squeezed his hand, he made his way back up your body and settled between your legs. “You ok?” he asked, leaving soft kisses on your jaw before finally capturing your mouth in a filthy kiss. You didn’t speak, just shook your head. “You taste fucking incredible.” He kissed you again and you whimpered, finally moving your hand away from your eyes.

“I’ve got a problem.”

“Oh yeah?” He said, moving back to your neck, a hand slipping behind you to unclip your bra.

“Yeah I thought you’d only want a one night thing but that’s impossible now.”

“It was fucking impossible anyway. One night is definitely not enough time.”

“Oh,” you whispered weakly. “Good. Please-, oh fuck,” he caught a nipple lightly between his teeth, “please don’t stop.” So he didn’t, and he never would again if it was up to him. When he’d been (much) younger, he fully grasped the importance and concept of consent. He was a professional footballer - it wasn’t just important, it was crucial. But as he’d gotten older, he finally realised just how much better saying, and hearing, the words made everything. Being able to ask, “may I?” and “I need to hear you say it” and waiting, waiting, waiting, for the breathy response had never left him so wrecked before. He pushed into you in long, slow strokes while you met him with each roll of your hips. When you hold his jaw tightly to bring his gaze to yours, he nearly falls apart but he's determined to get you there first and he knows you're so close. "You feel so good-," you whisper, "So good."

"Fuck, I need-"

"I know, I'm right with you." His name is on you lips as you come and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. When he joins you, he kisses you with such depth it's like you were made for him. You lay still together for a while as you catch your breath. He keeps his nose in the crook of your neck while his hand softly smooths across your ribs and the side of your breasts. Your legs no longer lock around him, you stretch out and enjoy the weight of his body covering you. 

"'M crushing you," he mumbles. His voice so low in your ear makes you shiver and despite you not being ready for another round quite so soon, your hips buck, "Fucking hell, give me a minute," he laughs.

"You're not crushing me, and I'm not ready yet either," you grin into his hairline and kiss his temple. 

"Hmm if you say so." He rocks against you, half hard again already, needing to hear the broken little moan that ghosts over his head. "Come on, I want you in a bed this time."

 

He wasn't happy when you had to tear yourself from his bed at 7am to go home. He wasn't happy when he picked Phoebe up at 8am. He wasn't happy in the drive thru Costa queue at 8.10am. He was happy at 8.20am when he finally got to hand you your coffee and see your smile as you stretched out on the floor of the dance studio. He was perfectly happy knowing that you'd be torturing his Saturday mornings for a while longer. 

 

FIN

[deaththcekid]

ELLO!!!! UH SO MATTHEW PATEL X SCENE KID FEM READER

OMG YESS I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS REQUEST,as a Emo/scenmo this should be rlly fun to write ^^.

MATTEW PATEL X SCENE KID READER

(Gif is a Tik Tok edit by Sakuiiv)

>Mathew absolutely ADORES ur style so much, he thinks your SO COOL, I mean look at Matthew he looks like a Emo kid.

>He LOVES seeing you all dressed up with your Studded belts, colorful shirt, thigh high converses, hair extensions, THE BIG BOWS‼️

>Matthew would absolutely SPOIL you with clothes, accessories, ect, even tho the stores you shop at a lowkey expensive like Hot Topic or some other stores ._.

>I feel like Matthew would steal some of your shirts or belts honestly, he thinks there cool ^_^

>CONCERT DATES CONCERT DATES CONCERT DATES

>You guys would have CONCERT DATES, which is ABSOLUTELY CUTE. Matthew where did u get all this money?

>He loves listening to the music recommendations u give him like Asking Alexandria, A day to Remember, S3rl, Never shout Never, Sleeping with Sirens, ect

>he is so fascinated by your style so much that you will always catch him looking at you 24/7. He’s admiring you ^3^

>You makes him so happy that you feel comfortable around him to dress how you want and just be you (;´д｀)

>Matthew loves when you get ready in front of him like ur doing ur hair, makeup, and putting on your clothes, it’s like he loves watching the process of you getting ready and plus the entire time he’s just admiring you

>” oh come on y/n it’s just a belt, I’ll give it back don’t worry (´∀｀)”, like I said he loves stealing your clothes or accessories, it’s actually really cute, he’ll wear ur clothes, belts, spiked bracelets, hats, necklaces, ect. He’ll try to wear ur shoes as well

>He loves the small dates we’re you guys are just making Kandi bracelets and listening to music ^^

>if someone ever makes fun of your style, ooooooo Matthew is pissed‼️, u literally have to hold him from not having to fight the guy OR EVEN KILL THEM😭 “HEY!! MY GIRLFRIEND HAS THE MOST AMAZING SCENCE OF STYLE AND YOUR JUST MAD CAUSE U CAN NEVER PULL THIS OFF AS WELL AS SHE DOES‼️‼️”

>He just doesn’t want to you to ever feel uncomfortable abt the way how you dress (◞‸◟)

>He loves the times were u ramble abt a band or abt music or ur favorite band member or even the LORE behind the band or the FASHION‼️

Tysm for requesting‼️ I hope you enjoyed‼️🖤❤️

[w1ldthoughts]

Killer Kravings

A/n: Happy preseason game day! Here’s some cute Justin fluff for ya.

Warnings: pregnancy

Follow-up piece

You really did try to go to sleep. You readjusted the pregnancy pillow to where you wanted it, a few times, turned up the fan from your phone and even scrolled mindlessly through Tik Tok for an hour with your headphones in but nothing could take the one thing on your mind: cinnamon French toast and a vanilla shake from Canter’s Deli. The only issue was that it was 1:42am and Justin was soundly asleep next to you. You didn’t want to risk waking him up and disrupting his sleep schedule three days before a game but you also knew that the only way you’d be able to get some sleep tonight is if you made this tiny road trip.

As stealthy and quietly as you could get out of bed at 33 weeks pregnant, you grabbed a hoodie to pair with your Nike sweat shorts and headed to the closet to find some shoes. You were prepped and ready to go until you noticed your husband sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Where are you headed off to?” His voice was a bit hoarse from not using it for a few hours. And probably from celebrating and cheering with the guys all throughout practice this week.

You’d been busted. “I can’t sleep and the baby really wants a vanilla shake from Canter’s and—”

“Canter’s? That’s like an hour away babe, you’re not going by yourself.” Justin huffs out a breath, standing up and giving his body a quick stretch, attempting to soothe the sore muscles that have accumulated a lot of wear and tear throughout the season. “Give me like two minutes, I’ll drive.”

“No it’s fine, I’ll be right back. You can go back to sleep, it’s Raiders week.”

He laughs and grabs a T-shirt and shoes, quickly getting dressed. Once he was finished, he stood up to place a tender kiss to your forehead. “It is Raiders week but I’ve got an important mission to accomplish right now. Let’s go get you and my baby some Canter’s.”

Although you felt a little guilty for waking him up, you secretly relished in the moments you got to spend alone with Justin during football season. Most of the time you only saw him for a few hours at a time when he wasn’t at the facility or watching film and you’d even taken up watching game tape so much that you could probably break down most NFL defenses if you wanted to. But this season was a little different with the pending arrival of your first child. Baby Herbert was going to be half you and half him and you’d never seen him so excited and ready for this next chapter of your lives.

Justin always talked about how his dad had shaped him as a person and he modeled the way he lived after Mark Herbert and the thought of having his own kid to look after and take care of created this glow of joy around him everywhere he went. And it made him even sexier if you were honest. Although the season was busy he was even more attentive and caring than before which you didn’t think was possible. He attended every doctors appointment 15 minutes early, read more baby books than you had, downloaded a pregnancy app to track the baby’s growth as well as tracking your sleep while he was on the road. It was sweet. You couldn’t wait to watch him walk around your house holding a tiny baby in his large hands. But there was also the fact that you’d decided to procreate with a man who was 6’6 and weighed 240 pounds so maybe…baby Herbert could just stay in there a little while longer.

Two and a half hours later, you were back home sitting at the kitchen counter ready to dig into the meal that you had been thinking about for approximately five hours.

“Do you want some?” You asked him in between bites, letting out a satisfied moan.

You hear a small laugh behind you as he places his hands around your bump, making tiny circles with his thumbs. “I’m okay baby, I’ll just wait til you’re done so we can head upstairs.”

“Thanks for taking me J. I’m sorry for interrupting your sleep.”

“Eh I’ll be fine. As long as my girls are okay, I’m good.” He responds with a peck as he helps you up the stairs.

“Well your girls appreciate it. And we’re so lucky to have you.” You yawn as you climb back into bed, Justin covering the two of you with the duvet. He cuddled into you as you hugged your pillow once again, sleep quickly taking over.

Just when you thought you couldn’t love him any more, you made him a dad and the love you had for him increased tenfold.

[knickynoo]

there’s a viral bttf tik tok theory about how doc and marty probably became friends by working retail together, I don’t think it’s common knowledge of what was said to be the true way they met but I thought it was a funny video regardless given how age gaps in retail coworker friendships don’t matter (the user who posted about it is jennyfromthevoid if you wanted to see it for yourself)

Ok, so, putting aside my initial instinctual reaction of "how do people not KNOW the real story of how they met??" (because I forget there are casual fans of the movies who don't know every single detail and pieces of lore), this is extremely funny.

Picturing an AU where deranged local scientist Doc Brown works at JCPenney at the mall and is put in charge of training their newest employee, Marty McFly.

Just. The absolute most mundane retail things. How to work the cash register. Putting on your happy customer service voice. Doc and Marty standing side by side, folding t-shirts in complete silence, all the while Marty is restraining himself SO HARD from asking all the questions he's got.

"This is THE Doctor Emmett Brown, right? As in, the crazy scientist who supposedly builds death rays? Why does he work at JCPenney? To make extra cash to fund his experiments??"

And eventually Marty's like, "Um. Ah...Mr. Br-I mean, Doctor Brown?? Uh...can I—can I ask you something?"

Doc nods, waiting patiently for the questions he knows are coming.

And Marty just fidgets and makes lots of unintelligible sounds for a while before saying, "Am I folding these right?"

A brief pause, then Doc smiles and tells him yes. And it's at that moment he knows this kid is a great candidate for his lab assistant position.

Thanks for the ask! Will rotate this scenario around in my head for a while and laugh.

[heartandflowerball]

Modern HOTD headcanons

This is inspired by @sansaorgana work, go check her blog!

Helaena:

She is a cat person.

When she was a kid, she brought all the injured cats she found at her home to take care of them.

She is a vegetarian.

She is in an association for animal protection.

She has a tik tok account where she posts little vlogs about her week, and videos of bugs.

She also has a tumblr account.

Alicent's contact name on her phone is: Mother, Aemond's is: 🐞, and Aegon: 🐍

She has an obsession for bugs.

She has a spider called Dragon, Alicent hates it.

Her favorite subject in high school is science.

She is in the drawing club and the theater club at her high school.

In class, she's the girl who sits in the back of the room and draws in her notebooks.

She loves to read fantasy books . Her favorite saga is "The Lord of the Rings".

She loves to paint.

She plays the transverse flute.

She tooks inspiration on Pinterest for her outfits.

Her favorite outfit is a pink overalls with a yellow t-shirt.

She loves cardigans.

She dyes the ends of her hair with pale colors. The colors she has kept the longest are pink and blue.

She has lots of plants in her room and gives a names to each one of them.

She is definitely a swiftie and makes everyone listen Taylor's music with her. Alicent listens with her but leaves after the 5th song. Aegon ignores her. Aemond listens to her talk about the love triangle in folklore even though he doesn't understand anything at all.

She makes spotify playlists for all the most important moments in her life.

On the family WhatsApp group, she only sends a message when it comes to answering a question.

Aemond:

He is a dog person.

Vaghar is definitely a big dog.

His favorite subject in high school is history and philosophy.

He just want his mother attention.

He has an instagram account just to like his mother's posts and a tik tok account to like what Helaena posts but he blocks Aegon on every social media.

Alicent's contact name on his phone is : Mom, Helaena is: Hela🌺, and Aegon is: Idiot n°1.

He has an eye patch but no one apart from his family know why.

He was bullied when he was kid but that stopped the day he bullied his bullies back.

He doesn't talk to anyone at school except his sister and refuses to be seen in public with Aegon.

He goes to all the Helaena shows.

He loves horror movies.

He has been playing the piano since childhood.

He loves Shakespeare but hates Romeo and Juliet. He says Romeo is weird and Juliet was just a 14 year old.

His comfort food are cookies.

He does fencing.

He is touch starved.

He dresses in the dark academia style.

He definitely listen to rock bands.

He lets Helaena practice her eye-liner on him.

He listen to Alicent talks about her life and work.

Aegon:

He doesn't like animals exept his snake called Snake.

He likes to scare Alicent with Helaena's spider.

He doesn't do his homeworks.

He is addict to video games.

He passes all his life in his room.

He has an instagram account where he posts weird pics of his abs.

He has a "Carpe Diem" tatoo and when he is in a good mood, he lets Helaena draw flower around it.

He secretly wants to hang with his brother but never admit it.

He likes these cringe Christmas movies.

He dresses with t-shirts and joggings, nothing else.

He goes to the cinema every weeks.

He is definitely a fuck boy.

Aemond and Helaena contact names on his phone is: me n°2 and me n°3, while Alicent is : the og me.

[nanaloveswo-men]

a cookie for valentine’s day - erling haaland

pairing: erling haaland x fem!reader (there is any pronuns, so i think that this is maybe a neutral gender? but i wrote this thinking in a fem!reader, so i’m not sure lol)

summary: valentine’s day is near, so you decided to record a tik tok video where Erling and you are trying to bake one cookie.

warnings: fluffy, and a bit of swearing

author notes: i saw a girl baking a heart shaped cookie and this idea came to my mind

again, i’m not a native english speaker, so i’m sorry if there is any kind of error

word count: 1,1k

“oh my god Erling, just shup up!”

“Erling, could you please put a shirt on?” you asked looking right at your half naked boyfriend “No” he answered, not even giving you a glance. 

You rolled your eyes, and instead of trying to convince him to dress up, you decide to get the last things you needed to bake the cookie. When you had everything done, you called for Erling, saying that you guys could start the recipe already.

Stil shirtless, Erling came downstairs, holding something behind his back, trying his best to not smile. You only shoot him a glance, quickly turning your attention back to the cellphone ir your hands. 

“You aren’t going to put a shirt, are you?” you asked, already knowing his answer. “Nope, but I got a little surprise for you” Erling was still with his hands behind his back, clearly trying to hide something from your curious eyes.

“What is it?” you asked, finally getting out of your phone, and giving him your full attention.

Haaland ran up to you, his smile getting bigger when he was closer. You were just watching the scene, your brows furrowed in confusion and a lit bit of fun. When he was finally in front of you, Erling slowly took his hands off behind his back, showing to you what he was holding.

You couldn’t stop a chuckle when you saw his ‘little surprise’. “Yep, this is really awesome, i love it!” you said still laughing, looking right at Erling, who was enjoying your sweet reaction.

“Can you give me a hand?” Haaland was fast to help you, his hands working to adjust the iconic ‘kiss the cook’ apron around your waist. “Ok, it’s ready!” he said giving your ass a little slap. “I got one for myself too!”

Even though Erling didn’t need any help to put the apron on, you decided to give a hand however. Now you two were matching perfectly. 

“I guess you don’t need a shirt now” you joked seeing him with only the apron covering his upper half. “I never needed one, honey” he teased you back.

You put your cellphone in the tik tok’s video mode, asking Haaland if he was ready. When he nodded in agreement, you started the recording.

“Hello guys! Today i’m here with my sweet boyfriend, and we’re going to make a valentine’s cookie!” you explained the situation looking at the camera. “As you can see, we’re already in the cook mode” you giggled talking about the aprons.

“Don’t wait too much from us, or else you’re gonna be disappointed” Erling warned. “Shut up, talk only about yourself, i’m a great cook!” you punched his arm, slight offended. “Well see that, love” he teased.

Actually, Haaland and you formed a great team, and without much mess, you two were able to finish the first step of baking a cookie: the dough.

Key word: without much mess, because of course, there was at least a little bit of a mess.

Half of yours and Erling’s face were covered in flour, and your kitchen counter has defintely had better days.

“Babe, stop!” you screamed at Haaland when he tried to throw flour into your hair “I’m going to drown you in this sink when we’re done” you tried to threaten him, but he was just laughing at you. 

“Fuck off” you got as much flour as your hand could hold, and you threw everything at him “Babe! Look at what you did!” Haaland said when he saw the mess you had made. 

Now, Erling’s hair, face and apron were dirty with flour. And your floor too.

“You deserved it” you tried to protect youself. “This is what you get when you are dating a kid in a adult’s body” you joked refering to the mess. “You are nothing better, honey” Erling said while he was passing his arms around your shoulders.

You sighed trying to hide your smile. “Ok, we are going to clean the kitchen and ourselves, so we can continue the recipe” you explained looking to your phone’s camera “I’m going to put the cookie inside the oven, so we can come back when it’s ready”.

“I hate you” you said when your cellphone wasn’t recording anymore “Love you too, babe” Erling asnwered, not even a bit offended.

After you two had cleaned everything, you went back to the recipe, now, the last thing to do was to decorate the cookie, and in your opinion, this was the best part.

The cookie was still warm when you and Erling started the decoration, and of course, you recorded every little thing he was doing, knowing that his fans woudl go crazy.

“I want to make a heart-shaped-cookie, babe” you said looking at your boyfriend “We can do it, love” he smiled at you “But i think that it would be better if you make it, cause you know, i’m no good at drawing” Haaland said, kind of ashamed.

“Don’t worry, i got you” you said already picking the knife you would use to make the heart shape “You can do it, you can do it!” he was cheering for you.

“It looks awesome” you were really proud of your work, even though it wasn’t perfect, at least it was looking like a heart “You are an artist, love” Erling was also proud of your work, because for him, anything you did was incredible.

“Now we just have to decorate it with the pink cream and the strawberries” you said more than happy. “What do you guys think of my work?” you showed your heart cookie in the camera “I think it’s really pretty for something that was made by Erling and me” you chuckled when you saw Haaland’s face. “I’m kind of offended now” he screamed and you just rolled your eyes.

“I’m going to finish the cookie with this cream and these strawberries, and we come back to show you guys the final masterpiece” you said and Erling nodded behind you.

“If you are thinking to try this recipe, I have to say: don’t try” you looked at your boyfriend with a choked expression, you didn’t believe he was saying this “Unless if you have an incredible and genius girlfriend like me” he finished kissing the top of your head.

“Oh my god Erling, just shut up” you said feeling your cheeks heating.

You stoped the recording so you and Haaland could finally finish the thing that took all of your afternoon time.

“I love it!!! Oh god, this is so fucking cute, look babe!” you almost screamed of happiness, your smile shining like diamonds. You were feelig like a child again, when you used to get proud by anything you made. “It’s perferct, love” Erling said amused by your happiness “You did such a good job!” 

“We did a goob job, Erling” you smiled at him.

“This is the end guys, I hope you liked to see us trying to make a cute video together!” you said to the camera. Haaland was right behind you, with his long arms around you, holding you tight. “See you in a next opportunity!” you said bye and stopped the video.

“We should do things like this more often, love” Erling said hugging you “Totally agree, babe” you hugged him back.

[madameaug]

BTS Imagines #1

Context: This TikTok got my creative juices flowing. You can't tell me this doesn't radiate jealous, possessive, hot bf energy. But I also want to do a spin on the Tik Tok too.

Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader ----- Namjoon x Black Reader

WC: 1k > (slightly tho)

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MYG x regular black reader

Two months ago, you and Yoongi ended your year-long relationship. You were getting ready to start your PhD program. You and Yoongi were off and on during your graduate program, but it was best that you both called it quits. While you hoped that, eventually, you would find your way together again, now was not the best time for your relationship.

Relieving his thoughts of you, Yoongi started playing basketball more frequently. His neighborhood had a court, and there were small matches every Saturday. His team was currently playing. Yoongi sat on the bench, warming up and watching the intense basketball game. Rotating his right shoulder, he noticed a familiar face on the opposing team. It was the new guy that he was told you were 'talking' to. Yoongi wasn't sure if he knew who he was, and wanted to keep it that way.

Subbing in for one of his exhausted teammates, Yoongi dribbled the basketball in his hand. He analyzed the floor before him while your new rumored boyfriend started to guard Yoongi. Yoongi had to admit he was fast. He was never less than two feet away. His arms were always out, and his eyes were honed on the ball in Yoongi's hand. Yoongi passed the ball to an open teammate before running closer to the net. After receiving the ball again, Yoongi completed the layup, scoring another point for his team.

"Yo, are you Suga?" A voice spoke up. He held the basketball in between his two palms. Slightly pausing the game.

"Who's asking?"

"I just wanted to put a face to the name. I wanted to see how much of an upgrade YN is doing by being with me."

Yoongi didn't verbally respond but huffed out a dry laugh. His expression told it all. He did not like this guy at all.

"But I don't blame you, bro. YN is a bad bitch. I can see why you wanted to hold onto her so tightly."

In a swift moment, Yoongi bawled his fist in the collar of the poor sucker who mentioned your name. How dare he call his supposed "girlfriend" a bitch.

"Sensitive, I see." He gleamed smugly in Yoongi's face. Yoongi had to be pulled away by his teammates, as they knew that any second longer would lead to a physical altercation.

"Whatever, man." Yoongi dismissed the guy before picking up his stuff and leaving the basketball court.

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KNJ x ex-wife black female reader

Joon pulled into your driveway, excited to see his favorite people, his children. His two-year-old son, Jaehoon and five-year-old daughter, Minah. The children were the remaining attachment Joon had to you since the divorce. Now that Joon was officially a producer for HYBE Entertainment, he was now twenty-five minutes away from you and the kids yall shared. This weekend was Joon's and he was thinking about taking the kids to the music museum in downtown Seoul.

Locking his car Joon rung your doorbell. You were dressed in loungewear with your pineapple puff on top of your head. Your edges were wispy and your round glasses were on the end of your nose. Joon stepped into the house, as you went up the stairs to inform the kids about their dad's arrival.

Nothing much had changed in terms of the decor on the wall. It was still littered with pictures of your children. The one above the fireplace was when Jaehoon was just born. He was one month old dressed as a little Christmas present, and Minah held her baby brother, pressing a sweet kiss on her brother's forehead. It was the same picture that Namjoon carried around in his wallet.

Coming around the corner was a man in a buttoned-down shirt and business casual slacks. His attire was strange for the heatwave Seoul was expiring this summer. Joon stood up and extended his hand for a handshake. Introducing himself as the kids father. A light seemed to go off in the other man's head.

"So you are 'Joon-bug.' " Namjoon's smile got stiff at the pet name his ex-wife frequently called him. The name lacked love and affection coming out of his mouth. Namjoon didn't miss the way the man sized him up. He sucked his teeth loudly, and Joon hoped you would come down the stairs faster with the kids.

"That I am, I guess."

"Well, I'm YN's new man. Things are getting pretty serious between us, so you'll see more of me around."

"O-ok."

"I will take better care of her than you ever could. I see why you would fall in love with a woman like her." He stepped closer to Namjoon, trying to intimidate the six-foot man. Looking around awkwardly, he didn't know what to say to the man.

He harbored no ill feelings toward his ex-wife or her dating life. As long as the man did right by his kids, they did right by him.

"See, I know how to nurture the love of a black woman. I don't run away when things get hard, I stay there and stand tall alongside my woman. I wouldn't even blame you if you wanted to get back with YN. If I fumbled a woman like her, I would do anything to get her back."

"That's great, but I'm just here to get my kids. I'm not here for YN." Namjoon shrugged before waiting at the base of the steps. At the top of the stairs, he saw you helping Jaejoon with his bookbag.

"Appa!" The kids screamed, scurrying down the stairs before hugging Namjoon's leg. Scooping Minah in one arm and Jaejoon in the other, he embraced his kids in a loving hug.

"I missed you guys so much! I have so much stuff planned for you all."

Minah clapped, ready for the week with her dad.

"Can we stop by Uncle Tae's house this week?" She played with her father's hair.

"I'll think about it." Satisfied she didn't get an immediate no, she started waving goodbye to her mother.

"Gimme a kiss." You leaned in close to your kids and kissed their cheeks.

"Be good for your father, and remember I love you." You held the door open for Namjoon as he walked over to his car, helping the kids sit. Getting in the driver's seat, he saw the man squinting his eyes at him.

Weird. Namjoon thought to himself before reversing out of the driveway.

A/N: Yall think Joon got his driver's license yet? (LOL)

[jungle-angel]

Adopting a pet with Bob headcannons (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Notes: Rest in peace Jimmy Buffett, your music was a huge part of my life and was always a little piece of the Florida sunshine whenever it was freezing cold

You and Bob have alot of places where you love to split your time, but you were a little surprised when you found out his family had a little beach cottage down in Islamorada, Florida

The house had actually been where his mom grew up going as a kid (Irene grew up in Tallahassee but her father was mostly stationed in Pensacola) and it's where she and Joe spent their honeymoon

So when you and Bob ended up taking on the place as your own, you two spent quite a significant amount of time there, especially with the rest of the squad (and especially when Mickey's family descended en masse when the Hurricanes would play)

You were down at the cottage one day, fixing it up after a hurricane had blown over. Thankfully, the damage wasn't too horrible, but it still needed some good repairing

You were out in the garden one day replanting some really pretty, and rather fuzzy, red and yellow flowers when a blue and yellow macaw landed next to you and started whistling

You and Bob were a little bit weirded out but the bird didn't mean any harm. You even gave him some mealworms from the garden and oh did he eat them up

And every day he'd come back begging for more mealworms

You'd even give him the leftover fruits that were a bit too ripe in the fridge and he'd chow down right at the kitchen window

But you and Bob also found he was the most gentle little bird you had ever met

You took him down to the animal shelter one day to see if he happened to have a chip and the vet did indeed find one. The animal control officer ran the numbers and found out he had belonged to a bartender who couldn't keep him anymore

But you and Bob felt terrible and didn't want your new feathered friend to end up in the shelter

So you worked it out with the officer and the macaw's original owner and in no time at all, he was yours

It was yours and Bob's idea to name him Jimmy since he reminded you of the parrot on the covers to his dad's Jimmy Buffett albums

Any time you played "Knee Deep", "Margaritaville" or "Cheeseburger in Paradise", Jimmy would start dancing and flapping his wings on his little perch and you thought it was the funniest thing in the world

Bob even taught him how to whistle "Bridge on the River Kwai", you sent the video to the Daggers, his family and even put it up on Tik Tok which got a ton of laughs

Jimmy is also incredibly protective of your kids. One time Auggie encountered a group of kids who weren't so nice and Jimmy ended up scaring the shit outta the kid, much like Smokey the family rooster

That damn bird once flew off with one of Rooster's Hawaiian shirts. It wasn't the best one in the closet and Jimmy had shown his distaste by pulling it off the clothesline and flying up into the jacaranda tree in the garden

But you and Bob were happy beyond words to have adopted Jimmy into the family

Because you both know that you'll have many laughs in the years to come

[lookismaddict]

Random Lookism Thoughts that I Get During Class:

(Whenever I daydream during class, I always think of these random scenarios or if they were real, they’d probably do these things IRL.)

Vasco: He would be heard singing One Direction with the rest of the Burn Knuckles crew in the hallway at school, especially the song What Makes You Beautiful.

Daniel Park: He’d be fine with helping his female friends out, by making him their makeup model to try different shades of makeup whenever he gets dragged into a makeup store with them, like in Sephora

Jay Hong: He’s the type of guy who’d gladly help you in finding puzzle pieces for a picture. Also, he’d be good at playing charades. (Only when acting out the topic.)

Samuel Seo: The type of mf to act like he can beat the shit out of everybody in a MMA ring but then cries at home after just losing one round to a professional. (Or maybe he’d get disqualified off the bat for not following the rules because we all know this man is a walking time bomb.)

Johan Seong: This guy acts like he’s the shit but then doesn’t even know what’s the shit. For instance, he claims to know all of the Tik Tok trends that Zack shows him, but doesn’t even have Tik Tok.

Zack Lee: The type of guy to think that Africa is a country. (Or England is his city. Mira had to correct him every time. LMAO) Also, he might think Drake’s music is top tier and you might catch him trying to sing “One Dance” to Mira.

Vin Jin: Let’s be honest. We all have a feeling that he’d be a rising underground SoundCloud rapper with his 50 followers on SoundCloud. His inspirations would probably be K-Hip Hop rappers such as ZICO, Jay Park, Flowsik, etc. (or anyone in H1GHR Music). And his fashion sense would probably be inspired by Dumbfoundead, who was inspired by American East L.A. hip hop. (You can see from Vin Jin’s previous outfits in older Lookism chapters, with his snapback cap, black hoodie, plaid shirts and gold chain)

Jake Kim: This dude would definitely bring the entire Big Deal crew to Disneyland, but they would be stuck in the entrance checkpoint since he was thinking of just barging in there for free. Even Jerry wore Mickey ears and was hoping to get into Disneyland that day.

Kouji: This kid would have trolled people online by causing unnecessary arguments and debates on Reddit, and would later dox them and expose their personal information on Reddit, 4chan, etc. (And maybe sell people’s personal info to shady people on the Dark Web for a good amount of cash.) His hobby would be looking into internet mysteries, such as Cicada 3301.

Eli Jang: He’d be Insta-famous and would probably have like 100k followers, getting a bunch of promotion offers (Men’s Fashion Nova). Sally and the rest of the Hostel girls would help Eli dress up for his “photoshoots” even though it’s just them taking pics of Eli in different places. One of his main hobbies would be looking at popular hair trends on Instagram, to try them out at his work.

Joon Goo Kim: He would secretly be an anime fan. If he started watching anime, he’d definitely choose Demon Slayer first then become a fan. He’ll even buy and collect weapons from anime that he’d watch including those from Naruto, Bleach, and Jujutsu Kaisen. (Update: He’d definitely be a Gojo fan. They’re similar in a way.)

Jong Gun Park: You’d probably catch him in the UFC gym, training and working out. But then will end up causing a blood bath in the gym when he goes on a crazy fighting spree, just by punching people who he thinks are strong. You might see this man in a video on Worldstar or on a random Tik Tok video by an ordinary civilian.