#with them I’m like ‘oooh. tell me your secrets’

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Listen, I love learning about linguistics (especially my special interest language families) but i cower in fear when I encounter academic linguists and any decent translators, for they are much more powerful than me

[moonstruckme]

HII I LOVE YOUR WORK SM!! I literally can't stop reading them 😭 I love you so much for making all of them !!

May I ask if we could get more of shy Remus?? As soon as I read the first one I immediately fell in love !

Thank you so much!! 🫶🏽

Hi lovely, thank you! Sorry this took me so long, I've wanted to write it ever since it came into my inbox but it took me forever to come up with an idea </3

cw: very vague implication of smut

shy!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Remus looks surprised when he opens the door, and immediately after that embarrassed. For what, you never know. 

“Hi,” he says, lips curving into a smile as if of their own volition. “Um, I haven’t missed anything, have I?” 

You laugh. “No, you’re fine. I was just nearby and thought I might return your jumper.” 

It’s a half-truth. You’re ambushing him and you know it, but Remus’ reticent disposition means you know next to nothing about his life and after weeks of dating you’re really itching for a peek behind the curtain. You’ve brought chocolate muffins to make up for it. 

“Oh, that’s thoughtful of you.” Remus’ voice is soft as always, that adorable smile still playing on his lips until you both hear footsteps bounding down the stairs inside. He glances behind him, moving a bit more in front of the door. “While you’re here, maybe we could go have coffee or—” 

“Who’s that?” 

The voice seems like a sound of much dread for Remus, if his expression is anything to go off of. He ignores it, speaking only to you. 

“Or there’s a park just down the way—”

“Remus.” It’s a different voice this time, yet the effect upon Remus’ countenance is the same. “Who do you have there?” 

“Hi!” you say over his head, mutinous. 

“A girl?” Remus’ entire body seems to sag in resignation. “Remus Lupin, stop hiding her from us immediately.” 

“Sod off.” He says over his shoulder, as brash as you’ve ever heard him. It’s a bit thrilling. 

“I will not. Reveal your secrets, you dirty dog.” 

You actually do feel quite bad for Remus, a blush spreading all the way up to the tips of his ears, but he lets go of the doorframe, letting himself be wrestled out of the way. 

“Hello.” A dark-haired boy weasels his way into Remus’ place, giving you a salacious up-down. You raise your eyebrows at him, delighted. So this is who Remus associates with when he’s not with you. “My, you’re a pretty thing. And you’re here to see Remus?” 

“I am,” you confirm. “I’m here to bring back his jumper.” 

“Which would lead one to believe, “a second boy appears behind the first, both of them keeping Remus from reclaiming his spot at the door, “that you’ve seen him before.” 

You laugh. “I have. We’ve been dating a few weeks now.” 

“Remus!” The second bellows, eyes blowing comically wide behind his glasses. “Weeks? Weeks, and you haven’t said a word. How could you?” 

“I don’t suppose you have a bit of time on your hands,” the first boy says smoothly. 

“I’ve…” You check the time. “I do, actually.” 

He grins, wolflike. You’re not sure who the prey is. You worry it’s your date. 

“Yes!” The one with the glasses is effervescent, brimming with eagerness. It’s contagious, you find; you’re smiling too. “You have to come in, please.” 

You’re dying to, but you peer past them, locking eyes with Remus. He looks to be wishing for a swift and painless death, but he gives you a soft smile anyways. Nods. 

“Sure,” you say, “I could join you for a bit.” 

Some of the boisterous energy settles as they usher you inside, the need for urgency vanquished now that they’ve got you in their clutches. Begrudgingly, Remus introduces you, and the other two hassle him about taking off your coat and showing you where to put your shoes before he gets a chance to do either. Soon you’re settled comfortably in the armchair they tell you is Remus’ favorite. 

“Can I make you a cuppa?” Remus asks, and James and Sirius both oooh as he rolls his eyes. You nod at him, eyeing the other two amusedly. 

“He must really like you,” James says, “if he’s offering to make you tea.” 

“Hence why you’re not getting any,” Remus says over his shoulder as he stalks for the kitchen. 

“Prick,” Sirius calls after him. “We didn’t want any anyways.” But he crosses his arms, sulking back against the couch cushions. James, on the other hand, leans towards you. 

“So,” he says severely, “what are your intentions with our Remus?” 

A quiet sound of distress comes from the kitchen, but you all ignore it. “Your Remus?” you ask. 

James nods self-assuredly. “We’ve known him since primary school. If you two get married, I’ll be the one giving him away.” 

You raise your eyebrows. Remus’ head pops out of the kitchen, glaring daggers in a way you didn’t know he knew how. “You will not.” 

“What?” James looks gutted. 

“That’s not the point.” Sirius waves both of his friends off, though James looks like he would very much like to continue on the topic. “Tell us about you two, gorgeous. Where did you meet, how long have you been dating, has Remus told you where he hides his chocolates?” 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Remus says, coming back with your tea. He passes it to you carefully, handle out, and both you and James hiss at him for holding the hot part. 

“We haven’t even gotten her to answer anything yet,” Sirius complains. 

“It’s not her fault you haven’t given her the chance.” Remus perches on the armrest of the chair. It's probably so he can avoid sitting next to his nosy friends, but pride swells in your chest anyway at being chosen. You take his hand, and he squeezes your fingers in response. 

Sirius coos. “Only a few weeks of dating and he’s already holding her hand. I’m so proud.” 

You grin up at Remus, knowing what you could say to really shock his friends but not wanting to embarrass him further. He’s already flustered enough that his scars stand out in stark contrast against his flushed skin, but his look softens as he meets your eyes. Something about him eases, a small smile curving his lips. 

You decide it’s permission enough. 

“You’ve been a bit bolder than that, haven’t you, handsome?” 

James and Sirius erupt in hoots and hollers. Remus looks like he might well fall off the edge of the chair for how stiff he’s gotten. 

“Sorry,” you whisper, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. It’s burning. “I’m not trying to torment you. We can go be alone in your room, if you like.” 

“No-o.” James waggles a finger at you. ��Now that we know what you’re up to, you won’t be getting him alone in our house. You’re set on corrupting him!”

[writtenbymoonflower]

hi!!!! could you do polymarauders reacting to reader getting a tattoo (or multiple!) dedicated them? love u!!! 🧁

Thank you for requesting, lovely! gn!reader x poly!marauders.

cw: tattoo, swearing, Sirius being himself

681 words

You knew the secret was out when you had flinched away from James. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just didn’t know. When his hand found its usual spot on your ribs as you were laying down on the couch with him, you couldn’t hide the discomfort you were feeling as his hand pressed into the tender flesh. James, of course, had no clue. 

“What’s that for, baby?” He looked a mix of concerned and amused. “Did that tickle?” He turned mischievous as he tried to worm his fingers into your side again. Remus flit his eyes to you both, stifling chuckle. You hissed, squirming away from your boyfriend's hands, no matter how gentle they were. 

“Ouch, Jamie.” You said before you could stop yourself. This made Remus drop his book. 

“What hurts, lovie?” His eyebrows rumpled, leaning closer to you and James. 

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You said, looking panicked. It seemed like Sirius could smell the trouble, because he stood up from where he sat at Remus’ feet, crawling over to you like a cat. 

“You hissed when Jamie touched you here, dolly.” He wriggled his fingers over your side, looking surprised when your shirt moved oddly slickly over your skin. You tried to bat his hands away, but he didn’t move. 

“Siri! Get away.” You tried to seem unsuspicious, but you mostly gave up on the act. 

“What’ve you got under here?” Sirius waggled his dark eyebrows at you, pulling your shirt up until your whole torso was exposed. You almost felt bashful at the realization that your whole chest was pretty much exposed, but they weren’t looking at it. Instead, they all looked varying levels of surprised. Remus moved faster than you’d ever seen him, crouching at your side next to Sirius. But it was James who spoke first. 

“Sweetheart! When did you get that?” He kept looking between your face and your ribs. Underneath the plastic cover was a small tattoo over your ribs. Lined up was little drawing of a moon, star and sun. 

“Well it was gon’ be a surprise.” You playfully scolded. “But I got it a week ago. It’s… it’s for you three.” You turned shy on the spot. You thought you would’ve had more time to get over the sliver of anxiety you felt. You had all been together for a long time, you all loved each other very much, you were all each other’s emergency contact even! But this was a big step, permanently marking them on your body. 

Sirius gently thumbed the skin next to the tattoo, looking in awe at your rib and leaning down to kiss over the plastic cover, being featherlight to not irritate you further. He knew from experience it was probably still sore. “I fucking love it.” He whispered against your skin. 

“Lemme see better.” Remus (gently) shoved Sirius out of the way, making him squawk offendedly. Remus didn’t care though, he looked entranced. James squeezed you tighter to him. 

“I can’t believe you did this and didn’t tell us! We would’ve gone with you, baby.” He trapped you in a kiss before you could respond, rubbing his thumb over your jaw gently. Sirius snickered at your dazed look when he pulled away. 

“Like I said,” trying to push away your flustered state. “It was a surprise.”

“Hell of a surprise.” Remus had nuzzled into your waist. “I’m gonna need one too.”

“Ooh, I like that.” James said at the same time that Sirius whistled.

“Oh yes fucking please.” He dramatically fanned himself. “You too Prongs,” He licked his lips looking at your boyfriend. James didn’t know whether to feel objectified or very flattered. (As how Sirius usually left people feeling). 

“I should, now that I’m the only un-inked one in this relationship.” He playfully jostled you. “You’ve abandoned me, lovely.”

“Don’t worry, honey.” You kissed his cheek. “I’ll pull you to the darkside with me.”

“Oooh, you minx. Thankfully I’d let you three corrupt me any day.” None of you would complain about that.

[enzenwriting]

7 days- without a week (1.1k words)

Jake sim x reader. #childhood friend to stranger #angst

Unfortunately, you’re stuck on a cliche “childhood best friend turned into crush” :( - but can you help it? It’s Jake Sim we’re talking about here.

You literally grew up with this silly boy- from nursery school to now- last year of your university. Despite having different interest and class majors, you both got in the same university and have the time to see each other in between. (How? You’ll never know🤷‍♀️)

Your crush in question is quite the entertainment amongst your friends. Not that you’re obnoxious with your gestures/feeling, but it’s no secret to anyone that you like Jake.

Jake has basketball practice after school? You take ice cream for him and his friends when you pass by the school store!

Jake’s favourite football and basketball team game is airing? yeah you’re watching that with Jake.

(And Jake brings your favourite snacks and cuddles too<3)

Your friends says you’re absolutely down bad for the boy, but you’d like to think you’re just affectionate in nature - it’s not like you don’t show affection towards your own friends too.

“Let me guess, your MBTI is an F?” - Jungwon first time meeting you. “No, I’m pre-T, cu-T-” y/n … shut up please

Anyway.

It’s not like Jake doesn’t return the affection half of the time? Man is touchy. Arms around your shoulders, biting your shoulder when he can’t win an argument with you and sharing food? (not that you mind…. You really don’t…. please continue…… forever)

“That’s because we’re best friends” He tells Sunghoon with a tsk when Hoon gets tired of third wheeling. The eyerollll he gets from Hoon every time fr is enough to say stfu.

The guys just want to *bonk* him. Wake up Sim!

You realise this cycle had been as what it had always been since you realise your feelings but you know enough not to push the boundaries between the two of you to make it awkward and destroy you friendship

So today isn’t really any different except Jake gets benched for a day because he wouldn’t shut up about fishing instead of practising. This is never good because Jake Sim is PASSIONATE about his hobbies and sports.

The team also has an important game in a couple of weeks so wasting this time on the bench very counterproductive.

You do you your daily visit, ready to share your snacks with Jake and the rest of the boys and that’s when you notice his small frown and bitten bottom lips.

“Jakey, you okay? Want to talk somewhere? ” You test the water because a moody Jake Sim is a land mine sometimes. it takes talking to get him out from his danger zone

“No” you’re not fazed at his abrupt answer but it breaks your heart to see him like this. He mumbles something along of “I’m fine” but nonetheless your stubborn self didn’t believe him. His happiness was your happiness, after all.

“Come on Jakey, let’s go somewhere to talk-“

“Oooh baby Jakey, talk to your girlfriend to calm your ass down. Maybe you can cuddle it out right girlfriend?” One of the guy yells across the court, laughing boisterously.

“Come on guys, it’s not like that. We’re not dating” you respond, trying to dismay the guys not to provoke Jake further.

“Yet!” Heeseung winks. “You’ve got to try harder y/n!”

“I guess” you whispered, just wanting them to lose interest at both of your business and focus on cheering Jake at the very moment.

You sigh, look falling towards Jake when all too sudden, you feel his fingers arms around your forearm, quietly dragging you out of the court and a couple of room away from the place.

“What was that bout?” he exclaimed, voice barely above whispered, a slight growl evident in his deep voice.

“What are you talking bout?” you raised your brow, tugging on the sleeves of your hoodie nervously as you feel the tension between the two of you.

“Don’t act dumb y/n. You know what you were doing with all the girlfriend talk and trying to be more than what we are”

“Is it that bad to try? I care about you as friend too. My intentions aren’t all motivated by trying to be more than that.” Your attempt to explain yourself was futile when Jake interupts you

“What fuck y/n? You know I hate it when you talk about trying to be more than my friend!”

“I didn’t start it! I didn’t even mean just that too! I’m trying to make you feel better-“

“Still!!” He exclaimed and you can see the frustration in his expressions. “You ran with it and you’re motivating them”

“I just thought… I thought it would shut them up”

“Well you thought wrong” Jake ran his hand through his hair in frustration, backing away from you. “You have no idea how it feels to have your friend and strangers constantly nagging you to do and what not to do!”

“Jakey, you should just accept poor y/n’s feelings! don’t reject her so much! You two are definitely more than friends!!” He mimicked comments you’ve heard many times from others too. His voice was getting deeper as words kept coming out. His fists were clenching every second. The image of the golden puppy boy was gone. “I’ms tired of it, y/n!” he yelled.

“I’m sick and tired of you constantly forcing me to act like a couple!” You held your breath, trying to stay strong at Jake’s eyes starring straight into yours coldly. His finger poking, pointing towards you. “It’s so fucking annoying to have your own best friend push and whine every single day of your life. No matter how many times I fucking turn you down as gently as possible but your stubborn self couldn’t see how annoying this whole thing is for me. I call you best friend every day for heaven sakes!”

You felt your chest tighten with every passing second, you felt like you were bout to burst. Second after seconds, Jake felt very unfamiliar and the situation felt like a nightmare. Not until the following words woke you up in this reality and shattered your remaining resolve

“I don’t like you like that and I never fucking will. I mean it y/n”

Without a second wasted, you slipped out of Jake’s presence and jogged of the stairs, trying to keep your tears in. You felt like your heart had been crushed into pieces. A heart break without the love.

⠀ ׄ ��۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

an/ scream for part 2!!!! because I just broke my own heart with this🤣💔🫵 . Sorry I got too carried away but Jake was VERY mean on this wtf!!!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 : 7 days masterlist

[rotthepoet]

Rival!Lorenzo when he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party, as another boy had been yelling at you.

✊️🫠

Oooh i think i just creamed my $8 thrifted pants

Okay so lets just accept Rival as every sense of the word. Starting from the beginning you and Lorenzo Berkshire have just not gotten along! It actually began on the train, when you sat down in a compartment, only to be rudely interrupted by this 6foot man built like a twink telling you to get the hell out of “his spot”. And let me tell you, Enzo is not very threatening looking, but the way he glared down at you sent shivers through your whole body. And not the good kind. From there it blossomed into academic rivalry, maybe unfriendly competition, glaring at each other from across DADA, shoving better marks in each others faces. and gods forbid you play quidditch. Full contact trying to knock you off your broom to your death🙏

And i’m gonna be real with you. Boys are mean to people they like. And oh boy, while it takes a long fucking time, Lorenzo is SMITTEN. Irrevocably so. In fact, he’s so smitten that he gets meaner. I’ve talked before about how Enzo reminds me of an 80’s movie bully. This is where that comes in. He is PHYSICAL and willing to risk a detention to see your cute little face angry at him from the floor.(he wants to hate-fuck you so bad, but he doesn’t really hate you, and now he’s confused).

Countless hexes and pranks and tricks and the worst of it was when he spent 3 weeks writing anonymous love letters to you as a secret admirer, told you to meet him in the library after dark. He got you hella detention, tipping Filch off to your breaking of curfew. You dumped two full glasses of pumpkin juice on his head the next morning. He took it like a champ(he figured it was deserved for playing with your heart, although each compliment he wrote in those notes was from the bottom of his heart.) and for the first time, you two laughed together. (Later that day you found out that your ink had been charmed to turn invisible every time you wrote. You threw a balled up sheet of parchment paper with an invisible “fuck you” written on it at him.)

If anyone didn’t hear the way you speak to each other, they’d assume you were an item. Lorenzo’s friends have taken to calling you his girl/boyfriend/partner. Lorenzo doesnt correct them anymore.

With that little context out of the way, let’s flash forward to present day!

Lorenzo’s a little on edge, unable to relax on the sofa with his buddies. He feels the high in his body, slow and buzzing, but he felt completely sober in his head. His eyes kept drifting towards you. You looked nice tonight, absolutely glowing. Maybe it was the lighting. He didn’t care. He liked to watch you smile. And he liked to watch you laugh. And he liked the clothes you wore. And he liked the way you flipped him off with a grin when you saw him across the room. What he didnt like was seeing you dance with this… this nobody! It made his blood boil. And god when he whisked you away, Enzo almost bolted to his feet. He had to play it off to Draco, who tried to follow his gaze.

The world seems to move around Enzo in 2x speed while he sat still. He laughed when his friends laughed, and he spoke but couldn’t remember what he said.

He only broke out of his stupor whenever he heard your name strung together with some other words in his ear.

Lorenzo’s head whips around fast enough that he almost headbutts Pansy Parkinson in the face.

“What?”

“I said they’re in the bathroom crying. What did you do?”

And Lorenzo doesn’t even remember when he got up from the sofa. He doesn’t remember Draco bitching at him to come back. He doesn’t remember shoving people out of the way. He doesn’t remember opening the bathroom door. He just remembers how sad you looked, trying to dab away your tears in the mirror.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“No, I’m serious. What happened?”

And you’re quiet when he approaches you. He doesn’t remember when he grabbed the paper towel from you. He doesn’t remember when he reached up to hold your cheek so gently in his hand. He just remembers the wide eyes you gave him as his thumb wiped away tears, and he dried your wet face. He just remembers how hard his heart pounded in his chest when you closed your eyes, crying even harder as you pressed your hand over his.

He remembers when you spoke to him.

“It’s really nothing. I just thought this guy actually liked me but… he just…” and he continues to wipe your tears away as they fall again, “Its just embarrassing. Yknow? That I thought he actually liked me and it wasn’t just for sex.”

Lorenzo doesn’t remember pulling you into a hug, but he remembers the way your hair smelled. The way you shook in his arms. The way your breathing slowed as you calmed down.

“Can you answer me honestly, Lorenzo? Why don’t people like me? What is so unlikeable about me?”

And Lorenzo remembers his heart shattering in his chest. He remembers the wide and confused eyes you gave him when he answered. He remembers the cute blush spreading across your face as you processed his words.

“Nothing.”

Anyways!!!! Idk if this is what you had in mind! I was originally going to write a fight but I had a rough day at work and needed some fluff in my life<3 i kinda deviated from your idea but im gonna keep this in mind more. thank you so much for rival lorenzo tho, im kinda obsessed with him.

[annymation]

Reimagining the characters in Wish

(Part 1- Asha)

Hey guys! I don’t really know how to start this, but let’s just say that I… Didn’t like how Disney’s 100th anniversary movie turned out, like at all.

But I can tell there was a lot of unexplored potential beneath this story, that in my opinion felt overly simple and bare bones.

But if you love it, that’s awesome, more power to you, I wish I could’ve loved it too. And I don’t want to rewrite it to show I’m “better than the writers at Disney” because I’m definitely not lol, I have no experience in writing, and I’m sure they put a lot of passion into the project and I respect them for that. But this movie inspired me with ideas for a different story that I think is worth telling.

But I won’t start telling it today, instead, I'll start a series of blogs sharing my ideas for changes in the characters and their stories, after I get some feedback I will start posting more of the story itself.

If you’re interested, then come along!

Asha✨

Personality

- Asha is a 18 year old girl, with a passion for drawing and helping those around her, sometimes even worrying more about helping others than helping herself

- She’s like a big sister to her 7 friends, always being the voice of reason and acting responsible, but not in a bossy way, she’s actually very playful with them

- To the people of Rosas tho, she's seen as kind of a weirdo, for you see, she spends almost every time of the day drawing in her sketchbook

- She practices everyday to become a better artist, and the people of Rosas find this to be very peculiar, after all, why would you take so much effort to perfect a talent when you can simply wait to turn 18 and wish for the king to make you an amazing artist?

- Asha doesn’t mind these comments, although they have made her less willing to share her drawings with others that aren’t her 7 friends

- As the story progresses we see Asha flourish from a shy and introverted girl to a brave woman who after discovering a terrifying secret about the kingdom’s rulers, steps in and inspires others to join her and fight an evil sorcerer king and his alchemist wife (yes, I made Amaya an alchemist, more on that on part 2 when I talk about how I’d change Magnifico and Amaya)

- Some Disney characters that share similarities with her personality wise are: Belle, Tiana, Pocahontas and Esmeralda

Main Traits:

Calm and mature

Determined

Passionate about her interests (drawing, dancing, philosophy and stars)

Helpful and generous

Perceptive and always questioning things around her that no one pays attention to (like why do all the artists only paint the King and Queen?)

Playful

Compassionate

Backstory

Oooh boy I gave this poor girl so much angst, okay let’s go

Asha grew up with her grandfather, her parents both died in a fire when she was just a baby

(this isn’t just to fit the “haha Disney princess has no parents” cliche, there’s plot relevance in this “mysterious fire” that I’ll talk about later)

Growing up with her grandpa, he’d always support her dream to be an artist, like her mother, who was an art teacher

Her mother not only drew really well, but she also was able to create the illusion that her drawings could move, by flipping through the pages of her sketch books

In other words, her mom was an animator

Asha saw this technic her mom used as a form of magic, so she would often tell her grandpa she wanted to “Do magic just like my mom”

Her father was a philosopher (this was established in the actual movie but never explored haha whyyyy), who taught people that working hard to achieve your dreams is not only rewarding, but also essential, because it’s part of the human nature to persevere and fight for what we believe, even if we fail, even if it’s hard, just keep moving forward.

This philosophy may sound very “umm duh” for me and you since we all know and hear everywhere nothing in life comes for free… But that’s not the case in Rosas

In this rewrite the kingdom wasn’t created by Magnifico, but rather the kingdom has existed for many generations, being ruled by different kings before Magnifico who also granted wishes… but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The point is that the culture of just asking the king to give you or make you whatever you want to be has been in this kingdom’s culture since forever, so when Asha’s dad comes out saying “hey! Maybe we should stop just relying on the king to make our dreams come true, right?” He’s actually being quite a revolutionary… and sharing a very dangerous belief to other people…

At this point you might suspect what caused that “mysterious fire”

So, back to Asha, growing up with her grandpa, they shared a lot of happy memories together. Reading her father's books and her mother's art books helped Asha connect with them even tho she never had them in her life.

But as her grandfather grew older, he became senile.

Asha went from being taken care of by her grandpa to being the one who took care of him when she was still around 13 years old, and when she turned 15 her grandfather passed away of old age

Asha went on to live with her best friend Dahlia, the two became like sisters.

Though she managed to move on from the loss of her grandfather, she could never shake the feeling that he died without getting his wish granted... But she had no way to prove that, it was just a feeling

The wish granting system works different in my rewrite, instead of there being a public wish granting ceremony once a month, there would only be a public wish TAKING ceremony, that would work just like in the movie, you turn 18, you go give your wish to the king yada yada yada.

But the wish granting part would work like this: Almost every night the king would release the wishes up in the sky, they would float down like balloons to their respective owners while they sleep, and once they woke up in the morning they'd feel that their wishes were granted, for they would wake up changed.

With this method, there's no way of confirming if someone really got their wish granted or not, unless you went to ask the king.

Asha never did ask the king if he granted her grandfather's wish, but her grandfather would sometimes express how he wasn't feeling completely fulfilled in his life, he felt like there was something... missing.

This feeling of hollowness persisted in him until the very end, no matter how hard Asha tried to help her grandfather, she never knew him as his real self, because he gave part of his soul to the king, the most beautiful part of his soul, his wish.

Asha had no proof that her grandfather didn't get his wish granted, only a gut feeling.

But because of this, Asha wasn't that thrilled to give her own wish to king magnifico, knowing there was the possibility of it never being granted.

Not to mention she didn’t even know what to wish for, “I’m just 18 and you guys expect me to already know what’s my heart’s deepest desire? I’m still figuring that out, all I know is that I wanna draw”

Plus she wanted to follow her father's philosophy and achieve her wish on her own, eventually, when she figured out what her wish even was.

Asha never rebelled against the system tho, she wasn't a confrontational person. She just accepted the people of Rosas preferred to rely on the king's magic, but that just wasn't for her.

However, on her 18 birthday, when it was expected of her to give her wish to the king, she simply said she didn't have a wish, and even if she did she wouldn’t want to hand it over, she wanted to make it come true on her own. This lead to an argument with the king, and after a series of events (that I don't have time to summarize here, but you can find out about it on my rewrite) leads to her finding out a terrible truth about her kingdom. And that's how her story begins.

Design

- I’d keep these braid ornaments that Asha had in the concept art

- Since in my rewrite she’s not that invested in the kingdom of Rosas, I’d remove all the Kingdom of Rosas symbols that are present in her design (there are a LOT of them)

- I’d replace these Rosas insignia with more star and constellations themed symbols, to reflect how Asha believes that the stars are connected to people and they can guide us, just like how her father believed.

Final Thoughts

My intentions with these changes were to give Asha a strong emotional hook, and something that makes her feel relatable.

The emotional hook here is how she spent so much of her life taking care of her grandfather that she kinda never had time to worry about her own desires, that alone can be relatable to caregivers of elderly people that watch their grandparents or even their own parents lose themselves as time passes, and end up worrying more about the person they’re taking care of than themselves.

Asha has this internal emotional conflict where she feels she needs to constantly help others the same way she helped her grandfather, and one of the things she’ll learn as the story progresses is that it’s not selfish of her to want more for HERSELF.

Another thing that would be relatable about Asha is her passion for drawing, and how most people in Rosas would say she’s wasting her time practicing so much when she can just wait until she turns 18 and wish to be amazing at drawing.

She’d never stop believing that taking her time to improve on her talent and trying again and again was worth every second of her time, because let me tell ya folks, drawing is HARD, and animating like Asha’s mom did is even HARDER, it takes a whole lot of practice, and Asha was determined to keep trying.

She’d be much like Belle, remaining true to herself even tho those around her considered her odd, and very passionate about drawing just as much Belle was passionate about reading.

I also find it funny how Asha’s motivations are fairly down to earth, like in Disney movies you usually have:

I want to be free from these palace walls!

I want to explore the ocean!

I want to open a restaurant!

I want to find true love!

And then there’s Asha here like

“My life is fine, I just wanna chill and draw stuff”

And that’s it, but, in her environment where everyone is expected to have this great wish that they have to give to the king so he’ll make it a reality, she’s kinda the odd one out, and I love that. Would be a great subversion of the Disney formula.

Of course after she learns Magnifico and Amaya’s true intentions she gets a lot more agency and the desire to save her people, her “call for adventure” if you will.

But what are Magnifico and Amaya’s true intentions? Click here for part 2 and find out!

Thank You For Reading!

[camsthisky]

Oooh how about 29 with Leo and Donnie?

turtle anatomy referenced from this post

this is set like immediately post rottmnt movie

29. "Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

“Tell me where it hurts,” Donnie demands, goggles already flipped down and scanning Leo, and when Leo opens his mouth, no doubt to brush off Donnie’s very legitimate concern, Donnie gets ahead of him. “And be specific.”

“Chill, amigo,” Leo tries to soothe, despite the fact that he’s barely moved from the spot on Raph’s lap. The same spot he’s been in since they pulled him from the prison dimension. “It’s just a few bumps and bruises.”

Donnie doesn’t believe him, because Leo always does this. So Don falls back on his own observations.

“Scans are showing hairline fractures in the entoplastron and hyoplastron bone plates, as well as—Raph, lean him forward two inches so I can see, there—a few of the pleural plates on your shell. It looks like the neural plates are completely undamaged, thank god, so you shouldn’t have any spinal issues, but if you do, you need to tell me right away. The fractured cheekbone will probably—Raph, you can lean him back now—will probably need—”

“Donnie,” Raph snaps, and Donnie pauses, flipping his goggles back up to take in the chasm of worry on his older brother’s face that looks deeper than it ever has. 

Leaning against Raph’s free arm, Mikey has gone pale, eyes wide and hand shaking.

And in Raph’s lap, cradled like something precious, is Leo. Leonardo, his dum-dum twin, who almost—and if Mikey hadn’t—

Donnie forces himself to meet Leo’s gaze. He pushes the longing for data collection to the side—bone fractures, ligament tears, ninpo exhaustion—and takes a shaky breath. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay, ‘Tello,” Leo says, and if it were anyone but Leo, using anything but that secretive voice, using that name, Donnie would already be revolting. 

But it is Leo. It is that voice. 

“I thought you were gone,” Donnie croaks. 

Leo reaches out a hand, and Donnie finds himself incapable of not reaching back and taking it. Like if he doesn’t Leo will disappear again, even though the logic of that thought is completely skewed. But Donnie’s brain is at war with his feelings, and he can’t take the feeling of a hole in his soul where a balm of electric blue is supposed to always be. Not a second time.

Donnie’s ninpo pulses when his hand meets Leo’s, Leo’s ninpo humming back tiredly.

Unbelievably angry and also incredibly relieved, Donnie just hangs on and tries to process the fact that they’re all still here. It’s not the end of the world. It’s not the end of his world, even though it almost was. Because they almost just lost Leo forever.

“I’m right here,” Leo says. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You almost did, Donnie doesn’t say, bitterness threatening to rise up his throat and spit out in biting words. Instead, Donnie just clutches his brother’s hand tighter.

“Can—can we go home?” Mikey whispers, breaking the tension by bringing all three of his brothers’ attention to him. 

Mikey still looks pale, shaky and wide-eyed, holding onto Raph’s belt like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. His ninpo, usually a crackling flame, is barely an ember, so thoroughly exhausted by everything.

Raph’s isn’t much better. 

“Sure thing, hermano,” Leo says in that voice that he reserves especially for the youngest. The only thing that betrays his calm demeanor is the deathgrip he still has on Donnie’s hand.

Donnie clutches back just as hard.

Today was a clusterfuck. He found out time travel is real. Raph was captured. They were all separated and Donnie was solely responsible for Mikey. The world almost ended. Leo sacrificed himself. Mikey almost killed himself to save Leo.

But they’re all here. All four of them have somehow survived this whole ordeal.

“Yeah,” Donnie says, blowing out a breath and leaning closer to the warmth of his brothers. “Let’s go home.”

[heavenlyhischier]

can we get Z discovering Mark and reader please, I love reading traumatized Trev

honestly this was loosely inspired by something that happened to me so enjoy ahahahah.

kinda sucks but here’s a lil blurb of trev accidentally finding out about you and mark 🫢

Your fingers dragged across Mark’s chest, delicately tracing over the bruises splotched across his skin. You had a mischievous smile on your face as you admired your work, Mark’s hand staying on your hips while he watched you. Typically, you would try and avoid leaving any sort of mark on him because you didn’t want the boys to say anything about them in the locker room. Mark didn’t care about that, constantly telling you that no one was going to know they were from you, especially not your brother, and you finally let loose today.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” He teased, squeezing the flesh on your hips.

“You know what? I think I will,” You moved your gaze up to his face, giving him a playful wink as you leaned over to grab your phone.

You were straddling his thighs, so you slightly leaned back and held your phone up and away from your own naked body as you snapped the picture. Just as you went to save the picture to your my eyes only in snapchat, Mark was tugging you back towards him and capturing your lips with his own. You groaned into his mouth, placing your phone back on the table it was on before. However, the picture of your boyfriend was still slapped on the screen.

“I gotta get ready for dinner with the boys,” Mark whispered against your lips, pulling away from you.

“You suck,” You grumbled, rolling off his body so he could get up to find his clothes.

He gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead, hauling himself out of your bed to get himself dressed. After relishing in the moment a bit longer, you followed his path and tugged your own clothes over your body. Mark had left the door open when he went to search for his shorts and shirt, and your roommate's cat took the opportunity to venture into the room. You didn’t mind him being in there, but you watched as he walked all over your phone before sitting directly on it.

“Murphy, get your ass off my phone,” You shooed the cat away, grabbing your phone. Going to wipe the cat hair off, your eyes widened as you stared at the screen. “Oh fuck. Oh my god. Oh my god!”

Mark slowly walked back into the room, brows pulled together as he was tugging his shorts back on, “What’s wrong?”

“The cat sent that fucking picture of you to twelve people, four of them being either my brothers or one of their friends,” You were frantically trying to delete the snapchat before anyone was able to open it, silently thanking the app for that update.

Your heart was racing, cheeks and necks red with embarrassment because of just how outrageous the situation is. After all the hard work you’ve put into keeping your relationship hidden from everyone, your roommate's cat was going to be the one to out you?

“How does that even happen,” He laughs as he picks up the cat, stroking his fur while you throw your phone on the bed, “What?”

“Trevor opened it before I could delete it,” Your face paled. Not even ten seconds later, the facetime ringtone was filling your room. “Should I answer it? I should, right?”

“That’s up to you, baby,” He used the cat to hide his amused face, ignoring the harsh glare you sent his way.

“I’m going to answer it. If I don’t he’ll say something to the boys,” You rationalized before hesitantly picking up the device.

“LITTLE HUGHES WHO WAS THAT,” Trevor screamed into the phone as soon as you answered, “WHY WAS HE NAKED?! YOU BETTER NOT BE HAVING SEX!”

“Trevor, stop yelling,” You cringed, from both the loud noise and the awkwardness of the situation, “I’m going to tell you, but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone? Including my brothers. Especially my brothers.”

“Oooh, a secret,” His voice was calmer now, more intrigued and curious, “I like secrets.”

“Trevor, I’m serious. No one is allowed to know about this okay?”

He nodded his head, eyes wide and hungry for information. You begin recounting the events of your relationship with Mark, telling him that you both decided to keep it to yourself for a while because you didn't want your brothers to make it a big deal. Trevor listened intently the entire time, interrupting only a few times to ask questions, but he ultimately swore that he would do his best to keep your secret. Though , after you stared at him for a moment, he eventually agreed that his lips were going to remain sealed until you were ready to tell everyone.

“So, does this mean I don’t have a chance anymore?”

“Bye, Zegras,” Mark rolled his eyes.

[matcha3mochi]

kuroo tetsurou x reader

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Nekoma’s gym was alive with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the court, volleyballs slamming into the floor, and the usual banter flying between the team members. You, the team’s lively and ever-playful manager, were standing on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, watching the boys run through their drills. Occasionally, you’d call out playful critiques, just to rile them up.

“Lev! That spike had all the power of a kitten batting at a ball of yarn!” you hollered, grinning when Lev glared at you but couldn’t help the smirk creeping onto his face.

But your attention kept drifting toward Kuroo, the captain, as it often did. Every time he flashed that cocky smirk or flipped his hair out of his eyes, your heart did a little flip. Not that you’d ever admit it, but you had a pretty big crush on him. Your playful jabs and teasing were just a way to hide it. And it didn’t help that the way Kuroo joked back made it hard to tell if he was just being friendly—or if maybe, just maybe, he liked you back.

You were still lost in thought when Lev and Yamamoto strolled over, grinning like they were about to stir up trouble. “Yo, Kuroo! We gotta ask—what’s going on with you and Ayame from 3-B?”

Kuroo, who was setting the ball at the net, looked up with a confused frown. “Ayame? What about her?”

Lev smirked. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with her, huh? Walking her to class? Talking during lunch? Spill it, man. You like her, don’t you?”

You felt your heart sink, though you kept your usual grin firmly in place. Kuroo… and Ayame? Your gut twisted at the thought, but outwardly, you were as nonchalant as ever.

“Oooh, Kuroo’s got a crush?” you teased, though it took a little more effort than usual. “That’s big news. What’s this, Captain? Are you off the market?”

Kuroo sighed, rolling his eyes in exasperation. “Guys, seriously? I don’t like Ayame. She needed help with her chemistry work, that’s all.”

Yamamoto grinned, still unconvinced. “Riiight. Helping with homework, sure. But are you helping with feelings too?”

Kuroo shot him a glare, clearly annoyed now. But you? You couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief. Okay, so maybe there’s no Ayame situation. But still… You couldn’t shake the lingering weirdness that came with the thought of him liking someone else.

The team continued to tease Kuroo, but he eventually brushed them off and shot you a look that had you raising an eyebrow. Something in his expression was different—serious, almost. “Hey, can we talk for a second? In private?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Sure,” you replied, pushing off the bench and following him toward a quieter corner of the gym. Your heart raced as you walked behind him, trying to figure out what this could be about. Could it be that he…?

Once you were alone, Kuroo turned to face you, looking oddly nervous. You couldn’t help but grin. Seeing the usually smooth and confident Kuroo looking a little flustered was new, and you had to admit, it was kind of cute.

“What’s up, Captain? Are you finally ready to admit you have a secret love for Ayame?” you teased, but your grin faltered when Kuroo gave you a serious look.

“No,” he said firmly. “I’m not into Ayame. I’m into someone else.”

Your heart stopped. Wait. What?

Kuroo took a deep breath, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Look, I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this for a while, and I just… I like you, okay? I’ve liked you for a while now.”

For a second, you just stared at him, your brain short-circuiting. You had not been expecting that.

“You… like me?” you echoed, still trying to process what he was saying. This had to be some kind of prank, right? The guys were going to jump out from behind the bleachers any second now.

Kuroo nodded, looking a little more relieved now that he’d finally said it. “Yeah. You. I thought you would’ve picked up on it by now, but I guess I’m not as smooth as I thought.”

You blinked, still processing. But instead of answering, your brain did something entirely different: it malfunctioned.

“Oh,” you said dumbly, staring at him with wide eyes. And then, because your body was apparently a traitor, you blurted out, “So… wait. Did you just confess? To me?”

Kuroo blinked, a little confused by your reaction. “Uh, yeah. That’s what I just did.”

“Oh,” you repeated, feeling your face heat up as you realized you weren’t handling this very well. But then, before you could stop yourself, your brain took over in the worst way possible.

You laughed.

Not a cute, flustered giggle, but a full-on laugh. The kind that had you doubling over, hands on your knees. “Oh my god, this is not how I imagined this going!” you wheezed, unable to stop yourself.

Kuroo looked like he’d just been hit with a volleyball. “Wait—what?”

You tried to rein in your laughter, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “No, no, I don’t mean it like that!” you gasped, still giggling. “It’s just—oh god, I didn’t expect you to confess like this. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that I like you, but I never thought you liked me!”

Kuroo blinked, processing your words. “Wait… you like me?”

You nodded, still laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. “Yes! I’ve had a crush on you forever! And now look at us, confessing in the middle of the gym like two awkward idiots.”

Kuroo’s stunned expression melted into a grin, a laugh escaping him. “We really are idiots, aren’t we?”

“Biggest idiots ever,” you agreed, still catching your breath. “I can’t believe I just laughed in your face after you confessed. I’m such a mess.”

Kuroo shook his head, stepping closer. “Nah, it’s fine. I like that you’re a mess. Makes this whole thing more… us.”

You smiled up at him, the awkwardness fading away. “Well, in that case, Captain, what do you say we try again? Properly this time?”

Kuroo chuckled, his usual smirk returning as he leaned in a little closer. “Alright. So, want to go out with me?”

You grinned, your heart fluttering at how natural this all felt now. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good,” Kuroo said, reaching out to ruffle your hair in typical Kuroo fashion. “But just so you know, you laughing at my confession is never going to be forgotten.”

You groaned, swatting his hand away with a laugh. “I’ll make it up to you, don’t worry.”

As the two of you walked back to the gym, the team was still none the wiser. You and Kuroo exchanged a quick, knowing glance, both smiling like idiots as the rest of the guys ran drills, still thinking Kuroo had a crush on Ayame.

And honestly? You wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#368

“Where are you off to?...  The mall?  Well, your friends will need to wait.  We have something to talk about. 

“I have looked after your step-dad, my brother, for his entire life, and I have gotten to know your ma just these past few years.  I trust Doyle with my life.  So when he and your ma ask a favor to have you live with me while they work out their problems, I can’t say no.  I told them that I don’t expect any problems from you.  And they assured me that you are a good boy and that you would follow my rules.  Well, after a long twelve-hour day at the job site, I want to relax with a Scotch Whisky and a nice Macanudo cigar.  Well, imagine my surprise that the bottle of Johnnie Walker, that I opened earlier this week, is well over half gone.  I know how much I drink; that bottle would last me a month and a half at least.  Care to explain?... 

“Well Vinny, don’t ever insult my intelligence again.  That is a battle you will never win.  You drank my Scotch.  Now you have to deal with the consequences. 

“C’mere!...  I said ‘Come here!’  Lay your sorry ass across my lap; you’re getting a good old fashioned ass whooping. 

“…I don’t give a shit that you turned 18 only a few months ago.  You ain’t too old to be put in your place….  Don’t you dare head to the door….

“…I told you not to underestimate me.  Hold still.  I was a state champion wrestler in High School.  I was also a cop before my heart problems.  I know how to take down a bitch like you.  Quit squirming.  Let’s get these sweatpants off you….  Going commando, hunh? 

“…What?  Don’t have something stupid to say?  It’s time for you to pay for your fuck up.  This is a nice ass.  So smooth and pale pink.  Too bad I have to welt it up.

“That’s one.  One of twenty… on each cheek.  Two…  Three…  Now this cheek.  Fuck yeah.  My hand is going to be sore for a while, but I don’t care.  Six.  Seven.  You are starting to go red here.  Boy you got a hot ass!  Ha! Literally it’s very warm. 

“Your crack needs some color….  What the fuck?  You are wet in your crack.  It doesn't stink.  Fuck!  This is lube!  What the fuck?...

“Ha! You were going commando to the mall in sweatpants and your ass is lubed up?  No, you have something lined up to get fucked.  Ha! Ha!

“And I bet…  Don’t try to fight me on this, you have enough lube here for me to easily glide in my finger… like this.  Oooh, there’s your prostate.... I can tell you are cleaned out.

“So, let’s start this conversation over.  Stand up….  I thought that’s what I felt.  Your pecker is hard from you being spanked.  Ha!  I love it.  Look I am totally fine with you being a sperm burper.  Fuck, get laid whenever you want.  So want to tell me where you were really going?

“Have a hook up?  That’s nice.  Is it from one of those apps?...  Let me see his profile….  Give me your phone….  Which app was it?...  Let me see.  This him?...  So you like 43-year-olds?  That’s cool.  I’m a little bit older than that.

“Oh, your chat with him is interesting.  Very interesting….  So you like sucking on ‘Daddy’s toes?’  This is fucking great…. Quit protesting.  I do love it… all of it.  I love that you are rock hard. 

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret.  I am rock hard too.  Yeah, I’ve played with boys before. 

“Here let me take it out for you.  Boy you got me leaking.  Grab a hold of it.  It’s a sizeable piece hunh?...  I see you licking your lips.

“Shut up….  One moment….  There!  I just sent him a message saying that you are going to be twenty to thirty minutes late because your uncle needs some help unloading some things.

“On the bed….  I don’t give a shit.  You got me hard; you are going to take care of it.  I want that red ass of yours.  Atta boy.

“Spread your legs as far as you can.  Just lay there.  I prefer when my holes don’t move around.  And if you can, don’t moan.  Just be the hole you are destined to be.

“Fuck!  It is like silk in here.  I am going to enjoy using this hole daily….  I said don’t say anything.  You live in my house with a hole I can fuck, you better believe I’m going to beat and breed this hole.  You got that?  Beat and breed.  Beat and breed.  I hope your mouth is as good as this pussy hole of yours.  If not, I’ll train ya right.

“Oh man, I’m gonna cum.  I’m gonna flood your guts.  Here it cums.  Here it fucking cums.  Get ready boy.  Uhhh!  Fuuuuuck!  Hell yeah!  Fuck!  Goddamn!  Fuck!

“Goddamn!  I love your ass.  Clamp down as I pull out.  Fuck yeah.  I can tell this isn’t your first fuck….  Don’t worry, I won’t tell your ma or my brother.  They don’t need to know. 

“Get up.  Clean me off….  What?  Look at my cock.  It needs to be cleaned up.  Get your mouth on my dick now.  Don’t question me on this….  Atta boy.  You are going to learn that living here requires you to follow my rules.  Rule one, you are getting beat then seeded when I want.  Rule two, you clean me up after yourself.  My cock rules this house and those in it.

“Ok.  Get dressed.  No, you cannot use the bathroom.  You are going to your hook up with a messed up ass, loaded up good.  If he should ask, tell him your uncle unloaded a week’s worth of baby batter in your pussy.

“Now go.  I want to hear details when you get back.  Oh and Vinny, in the future, if you want some Scotch, just ask.  Considering I’m going to beat your ass one way or the other, you kinda earned it.  Now go. 

“And take care of my babies.”

[alreadyblondenow]

Who’s gonna drive you home? (Part 1.)

Pairing: Racer Jaehyun x female reader x Racer Taeyong

Genre: Love triangle, racer au, fluff, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex which is not advisable in real life situation, mentions of alcohol, one night stand, cursing, mentions of being fuck buddies, kind of bathtub sex, kind of and almost kitchen sex, kind of illegal racing, betting. NOT PROOFREAD, SORRY.

NOTE: THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION AND A 100% MADE UP FROM MY MIND. Inspired by Jackson Wang’s ‘Who’s gonna drive you home’ song. Oh gosh i love that song :(( Part 1 is the chillest part of the story HAHAHA part 2 is crazy. Decided to put it in half because the story was so long. Pls enjoy, let me know what you feel through ask!

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“You have to win today’s race dude, the car prize is absolutely gorgeous. Plus, we all can’t afford to loose any more money. The shop is—“

“On the line. I know. I heard Taeyong’s going to race tonight? How come I don’t see him around?” Jaehyun said while searching through the crowd. It was a normal race night where the crowd was wild, cars are all lined up looking pretty and such, they’re all just waiting for the number one contender. Lee Taeyong. The unbeatable racer, Jaehyun’s number one enemy in the streets.

“Alright people lets get down to business. Money and bets down!!!” Mark announced through his Megaphone excitedly.

“Taeyong hyung will be here in a minute” Mark continues and quickly glanced at Taeyong’s trailer.

“Five thousand cash and a date with Johnny’s girl” Jungwoo said which made everyone “oooh” in excitement, but Johnny is already furious about it.

“That’s not fair— dude, my girlfriend is not a prize” Johnny exclaimed, if Haechan wasn’t there to stop him, he will be punching Jungwoo this instance.

“Well Johnny hyung, rules are rules. We can only hope that Jungwoo looses— Jaehyun hyung?”

“Ten thousand cash and Taeyong’s car”

And the moment Jaehyun dropped those words, the area went quiet because what Jaehyun just said is a total shot to the moon. Impossible but everyone knew that Jaehyun is a good driver too, and if Taeyong looses his car his reputation as the greatest racer is on the line.

“Jeong Jaehyun, you know how to challenge me” Taeyong said out of nowhere, “Call. You want my car, I want your shop”

And in an instant, the tension became even more extreme for Jaehyun did not see this coming. He looked at his friends with worried eyes, seeing them shook their heads for neither one of them don’t want to loose the shop. But for Jaehyun, it’s all or nothing.

“Deal. Let’s race”

You on the other hand, is freezing at the back of Jisung’s car, waiting for the perfect timing to tell him to pull over.

“Aaah as expected, Taeyongie hyung is leading the race again” he said as cars passed by in front of you and Jisung now, seeing Taeyong’s car first.

“You never watch him race, how come?” The kid curiously asked you.

“I always wanted to watch him. But he kept our relationship secret, so I’m not allowed—“

“But you’re here tonight? Why?” He cut you off. What’s up with this kid you thought.

“And it’s my biggest mistake Ji, he broke up with me tonight because he told me—“ And in the middle of your sentence, it reminded you how Taeyong broke up with you earlier. Hot tears started falling uncontrollably, and you can feel your heart breaking into half… again.

Earlier that night

You were excited to surprise Taeyong tonight even though he told you don’t come to the race, but you haven’t seen him for days and you thought he was going to be happy and excited too once he sees you… but it turned out to be a disaster.

“You’re being childish, can’t you wait until tomorrow?” Taeyong asked in an angry tone.

“What is your problem—“ he’s never been like this.

“You. You are my problem. You have to leave” he was gently pushing you away, his arm is around your waist but still you don’t like what’s happening right now.

“Are you hiding something from me? Why do you keep me out from your world Tae? Were dating for months already. Do you have someone else? That’s why you don’t want me to go to your races?”

“Again. You’re being childish— I can’t deal with this tonight, the race is about to begin. Jisung will drive you home” he said with angry eyes, but before he leaves he tried to kiss you but you refused.

“I am here Tae. We have a problem to fix and your damn race is more important?” You scoffed, “maybe it’s better if we stopped this so I could never bother you again like this” you didn’t mean it, and for a second you really thought that he will stop you from breaking up.

But he didn’t.

“If that’s what you want. Do whatever you want. I honestly think that our relationship is already too much for me,”

And he left without saying another word. Just like that.

Present time

Jaehyun lost the race and at the same time he lost his shop and all his friends are mad at him for putting the shop on the line. He kept on thinking about his mistakes tonight while downing shots in front if him.

If only he was fast enough. Faster than Taeyong, he thought.

If only he could bet on something else other than his shop…. But he got nothing.

“Is this seat taken?” You disturbed him,

“N-no, I’m alone” Jaehyun said with surprise, stuttering because he was strucked by your beauty. The whole night that you were drinking beside him, he was secretly watching you with the thoughts of maybe driving you home because you seem so drunk already.

“If you got something to say, just say it” you said out of nowhere, it was obvious that he was watching you. And if you’re being honest it’s not a bad idea to start a conversation with someone so handsome… even after getting your heart broken tonight. What will Taeyong do? Surely talking to this handsome guy is not a crime.

But given that you’re both drunk and not to mention the sexual tension was quick to arise. Jaehyun leaned forward and drank your lost shot. “I think you should come with me, I’ll drive you home” he said with all the courage he has left.

He lost his friends, the race, and his shop. Of course he thinks he deserves a decent fuck tonight. That is… if you want it too, he thought to himself.

“How about you take me to your place?” You said, as if you were reading his mind.

Of course the two of you didn’t waste more time in that cheap bar, you and Jaehyun went to his place fucked the whole night until you say ‘stop’. He fucked you on the dining table, his bedroom floor, and of course his bed. He was good, big, gentle but can be rough if you ask him to. He was the perfect fuck you needed tonight.

“Fuck— please. I’m so weak” you pleaded as you feel your knees give up while he continues to fuck you from behind, your left hand was reaching behind to stop his lustful thrusts, but the man wrapped both his arms around your body and started touching your boobs… making you want more of it but you just can’t fucking handle it anymore.

“Give Taeyongie one last round” the man behind you whispers and started licking your neck and placed wet kisses afterwards.

Wait. Taeyong?

You looked behind you and saw Taeyong’s lustful eyes. Smiling weakly at you handsomely. It was one of those looks where you feel so loved and protected by this man. And it just makes you fall even harder for him. You shut your eyes gave in to his touch, letting him fuck you for another round. In fact, you were asking for more and moaning so beautifully to let him know that you love what we was doing to your body.

But by the time you opened your eyes, it was all just a dream. And then your broken heart greets you ‘good morning, you lost Taeyong last night’

“You’re awake” Jaehyun brought you to reality and reached for his thick blanket to cover you up. His beautiful face was the first thing you saw, realizing what you’ve done together last night but you didn’t have any regrets. So the good fuck from your dream was because of this man beside you.

A one night stand. That’s all.

After you cleaned yourself up and made yourself decent, you sat at the edge of his bed while he was looking so hot shirtless in bed. His face was lit up, pink and beautiful with those deep cute dinples. Beautiful and handsome at the same time. You couldn’t believe this man fucked you senseless last night.

“Please tell me you remember giving me your phone number last night” he started, teasing you in some way.

“Yeah I remember and that’s for emergency use only” you flirted back.

“I hope the man who left you regrets every second of it” Jaehyun said. You don’t remember telling him about that part but truth is Jaehyun dried your tears last night while you were sleeping.

——-

Days after the breakup you haven’t heard anything from Taeyong. But little did you know, the man was having a hard time, now that you’re gone. If only he could tell you the real reason why he broke up with you… but he can’t.

“Jungwoo hyung was bold last night, asking a date with Johnny hyung’s girl” Mark informed Taeyong.

“Good thing I won then,” Taeyong said without emotions while continuing to repair the damages from the previous race. “That’s why I couldn’t risk the world knowing about me & y/n— she couldn’t understand that I’m protecting her from my enemies…”

“But hyung, you love her—“

“And I will regret for the rest of my life if something bad happens to her because of my doing. This is for the better”

“Anyway, about Jaehyun hyung’s shop… should we visit him now?” Mark changed the subject,

“I just broke up with Y/n, Mark. I can’t handle business yet. I’ll talk to him soon… also dont you think what I did was too much? His shop was all he has, I’ll make another deal and talk to him”

“G-got it… I’m sorry about Y/n, hyung”

And when Mark left Taeyong to be alone, your ex-boyfriend can’t focus with almost everything he tries to do because he misses you. On days like this, you’re usually with him, watching his fix his car while he tells you how he won last night. He misses your curiosity, the randomness of every question you ask him. In other words, this is him regretting that he broke up with you.

But hearing about Jungwoo and Johnny’s bet last night made him think that he did the right thing even though you’re both hurting.

———

While Jaehyun was cleaning his shop and preparing it to its new owner, he couldn’t let go of the stress and heartbreak that’s happening right now. It has been days since he lost from the race, but Taeyong haven’t contacted him yet. Nonetheless, he was still struggling to let go.

The shop gave him friends, which are all mad at him right now and he’s too ashamed to call them. This place was their safe space, an escape from reality. Not to mention, everyone in town loved this car shop and they had loyal customers.

“Hello? Anybody here?” you knock on the car shop’s locked door… but the sign says ‘open’. But just before you leave the place, someone from the inside opened the door which made you both froze.

“Uh— well… uhh… this is a surprise. Do you work here?” You asked Jaehyun. Honestly, you’re not sure if that’s his name.

“I sorta… ehem… own this car shop— what do you have here? Looks heavy—“ he then carried the box that you were carrying and invited you in. It was clear as the day, that the place was indeed closed and he was just too busy flipping the sign.

“The shop is closed because?” You started, and your question gave hurt Jaehyun.

“Lost a bet. Long story short— well, well, what do you have here? These car parts are expensive… these yours? You drive?”

“Ex’s. Long story short” Jaehyun nodded and immediately got the message. You were trying to forget your ex. Good for you, you thought.

“Well, if were being fair right now… these aren’t technically yours… so,” he teased you, just making you smile. “How about, I take you to dinner in exchange for these good car parts?”

You got to admit, the man is smooth. It wasn’t a bad idea after all. He was a good distraction. “Okay, tonight then? Where are you taking me?” You smiled and leaned forward. Oh you missed his smell.

“Somewhere breathtaking,” he smiled back and placed a kiss on your cheek. He shouldn’t have done that, but he can’t help it he thought.

The sudden sweetness made your heart flutter, you didn’t expect that he’s capable of being this sweet. “What a gentleman,” you giggled, “pick me up at 7?”

But Jaehyun arrived earlier than expected, he was that excited to see you. Maybe, this wasn’t out of desperation to forget his current situation and problems. Maybe, he really wanted this to work. And change his life.

Little did he know, you were actually trouble.

As you were looking through the window to see Jaehyun outside, you suddenly remembered how Taeyong took you out on your first date. Back then you didn’t know anything about his world, you just knew that Taeyong is so handsome and you scored a kind hearted man. That night, Taeyong brought you to a fancy restaurant and ate steak, drank expensive wine and had a great time in his bed until the sun comes out.

Now you’re just not sure anymore if going with Jaehyun is the right thing to do. It’s not right to see someone who’s nice like him, while you’re still hurting from your past. So tonight, you decided to be honest with Jaehyun. You will finally tell him about Taeyong, and that you are not emotionally ready for him. Yet.

“You race? Guess I was too drunk to realize that your car was fast, during our first night” you gave him a hug before you get in his car. You noticed how his car was like Taeyong’s. Shiny and expensive.

“I wasn’t driving fast that night. Figured I might startle you— do you know something about racing?”

First of all, you wanted to say that it will not bother you even if he goes fast because Taeyong always drives fast. Second, you didn’t really want to talk about Taeyong now, you’re saving it for later and admit that you know a few things about racing.

“I can drive, let’s just leave it to that,” you smiled and put your seatbelt on, “you can drive fast, I don’t mind” you added. He just smiled his usual handsome, dimpled smile. “So where’s this breathtaking place?”

“Oh you’ll see” he smiled again, and started driving. “I should drive safe. Especially that you’re with me. That will put me at ease”

The date went on beautifully. You learned a lot of things about Jaehyun, while he gets nothing from you. Yet. But Jaehyun wasn’t in a rush, he was simply happy and thankful that you’re okay with spending time with him. Yes, he may be handsome and all the girls wanted to date him, but he never really gave them attention. But you, you have his attention. And even though he was nervous and unprepared, he liked this feeling that you’re giving to him.

“Did you enjoyed the dinner?” Jaehyun asked, keeping his eyes on the road while peaking from time to time on your side, just so he could look at you more. “Sorry if you’re expecting something grand for tonight— it’s my first time taking someone out on a proper date—“

“Jaehyun, I have to be honest with you— I’m not yet ready for this, I literally got my heart broken the night we first met. And I’m secretly, still wishing that he will come back, that T—“

“Don’t do this tonight. I understand. I really do,” Jaehyun let out a heavy breath before stopping the car just so you two can talk better. “Just let me try, let things flow and if we don’t work out then at least I didn’t let the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met go without taking the chance”

And again, the sweet words got into you. “And besides, you need a distraction” he added and showed you a very handsome smile.

————

When you let Jaehyun enter your life, you didn’t expect great changes in your life. He was supposed to be a distraction from your heartbreak, a guy who’s willing to make you cum and warm your bed almost every night. But the more Jaehyun stay in your life…. The more you want him to stay for a little longer.

It started when mornings felt light because you knew he stayed and his face will be the first thing that you will see in the morning.

When his kisses felt different and you love receiving them especially when you haven’t seen him for hours or days, and you just miss him so much. He would kiss you in public, in front of the people he knew, wrap his arms around you and whisper, “You don’t know what you do to me when were apart” and spread kisses on your face.

The day you admitted to yourself that you love him, you knew that you’re with the right person. And that you’ve completely understood what love really means. Although Jaehyun never told you he loves you, but you can see it as clear as the day.

When he takes you out on a cheap date because he wanted to do something special for you.

When he goes an extra mile with making you home cooked meals.

When you just kiss lovingly before you two go to sleep.

Jaehyun knew he won already. And that his love is already accepted, he’s just waiting for you to tell him.

“I’m almost done, where are you?” Jaehyun spoke through the phone. He was still in the car shop, he works there now. He’s not the boss, but at least he can still be with the place. “I’ll be home soon, let’s have dinner together, I haven’t had lunch. Cook for me?”

“Mhmm. I’m already cooking right now, so you need to be home fast— you know you can move in with me, I’d love to share my place with you” you said which made Jaehyun giggle. You hate how he can’t take care of himself when you’re not around.

“We’ve talked about this,” he giggled again, “I’m saving up for our place. I don’t want to be a freeloader, and besides it’s good investment for our future” he teased you, you knew he was talking about marriage.

When Jaehyun was on his way home, he was so excited to see you that he was going too fast that other cars were pissed at him. And that gave him an idea. If he can go back to racing again, he can save up fast and he could ask you to marry him. Jaehyun smiled at that thought, but he immediately remembered that it’s a life he already left because, well, now that he has you… he has someone to lose now.

“Wow you’re dirty…” you greet him the moment he enters your place. His white shirt was full of grease, hands were dirty too, but he was still handsome as ever. “How many satisfied customers today?” You kissed him on the lips as part of your way of saying ‘welcome home, you can relax now’.

“A lot” he smiled back and pulled you closer. “How about we shower together?” He suggested with a smirk.

“How about I give you a bath and clean you up? And then we’ll have dinner. Thought you were hungry?” You tug his shirt and push him towards your bathroom and prepared a warm bath for him.

He was quiet while you were washing his hair, careful not to put shampoo in his eyes. His right arm is resting on the tub, while the other one is reaching for yours as if you’re going somewhere any minute. You wonder what’s on his mind.

Of course it was the racing. Jaehyun was thinking long and hard about it, over and over again. He never told you about the reason why he stopped from racing, he never told you the reason why he lost his shop. You just know that he is not in trouble, and that he’s genuine as he can be. And that’s one of the many reason why you love him.

“There all clean,” you sat beside the tub, playing with his clean fingers under the warm water. He was still quiet while his eyes were glued in the ceiling.

To catch his attention, your hand traveled through his hard rocked abs and touched it softly. No reaction.

You then reach for his hand, and licked his point finger and put it in your mouth that’s how you got his attention and went hard in an instant. With no other words, he attacked you with kisses and helped you remove your damped clothes. Joining Jaehyun in the tub and sitting on top of him. “What were you thinking?” You moaned out when you feel Jaehyun suck you boobs and knead them, pinching the other with his wet hand, making you real sensitive.

“You. Are you tired?” He asked, while putting shower gel on your body and applying it gently in your skin. Making it slippery for his liking, kneading your boobs, your ass cheeks and gently massaging your back.

“Do you want me to give you a massage tonight?” You asked, stroking his hard cock under the water while he was rinsing you with the shower head.

“I want to make love like crazy tonight” he said which made you both giggle.

You don’t know what’s up with Jaehyun tonight, but you can feel that he’s longing for you almost like he was saying through his kisses that he’s afraid of losing you. He was pulling you closer, whispering sweet things, and the things he want to do to you tonight…. Starting with flipping your body on the mattress, face flat on the clean and fluffy sheets but your ass is up in the air. You shivered when Jaehyun blew cold air on your wet slit. Running his fingers up and down until you’re wet and good before he licks you softly.

It’s his hand placed on your hip, soothing you whenever he feels like you’re giving up.

But he wanted more. And so he spreads you ass cheeks, licked your entrance oh so fucking slowly that your legs couldn’t take the tingling. Earned a light smack in the ass, before Jaehyun continues to lick you from behind. Enjoying how your ass would shake in front of his face. And the moment you came, Jaehyun was kissing your ass cheeks, teasing you further and making you giggle. He made his way beside you, checking if you’re still awake.

“Can you stop playing already?” You said with a small laugh. He rolled on top of you, spreading kisses on your face and neck while he made you swing your arms around him. Oh he loves being close to you like this.

You feel his hand sooth your left leg before he spreads it and line his cock. You moan at feeling of the tip of his cock teasing your wer entrance. “You know, I can cum with just gliding my cock on your slit” he said with a low voice but of course he will not be satisfied. He then slowly pushed in, watching every inch of his cock go inside you and watch you melt with his stroke. He did not move for a few minutes, kissing you one too many times and telling you how much you feel so good around him, even asking you if you’re okay. And when he finally pulled out, he sees his cock glisten with your pussy juices and was happy that he made you so wet.

Moving slowly with a slight force, your boobs were moving up and down and Jaehyun loves the sight of it. You reached for his hand and made him touch your boobs, but he decided to pinch your nipples instead and put it in his mouth. He was moaning so hard, moving his hips rhythm while you receive every ounce of pleasure and admiration. And whenever you peek at him, you see him looking straight into your eyes with all the love he has for you.

“I love you too,” you said moaning. He heard it well. He stopped for a second to let it sink in, reached for your hand and kissed it.

After your confession, his thrusts became sharper and made you weak in an instant. Gripping Jaehyun’s hands so hard as he fucks you, begging him, moaning his name, and making the night even memorable for the two of you when you reached for his face and before you came. You breathing so hard. So hard that you wanted to push him away, but you can’t be apart from him.

“Oh she’s sleepy, don’t you want to make the night longer?” Jaehyun said, teasing you while kissing your hands again. He was giggling when you fell asleep while still gripping his arm like you’re still telling him to stop. He was the one who put on clean clothes on you and made sure you’ll have a warm bed tonight. But even though he was the reason for your beautiful sleep, Taeyong is the one in your dreams and still make you tear up in your sleep.

Jaehyun hold on to you. Physically and figuratively. He reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers together,letting you know that someone is waiting for you. And that he loves you, more than you can ever imagine.

“Good morning” you didn’t have second thoughts with waking him up with kisses. You missed him already and you can’t get enough of him.

“Aren’t you tired?” He smiles and pull you close. Oh he’s so cute.

“I am but I really want to start our day already,” you poked his dimples m. “It’s our first day, officially”

Jaehyun’s eyes went big immediately and smiled sweetly. He rolled on top of you and showered you with kisses, making you feel so loved this morning. So this is love you thought.

The day went on slow. You’ve never flirted like this before and if you’re both being honest, it fees like you haven’t been seeing each other for months already. Everyday together is a new feeling, like a new gift you’re excited to open. That’s how excited you are with your commitment with Jaehyun.

And to think that, you’re the one who pushed him so many times because you weren’t sure with your feelings and you still love Taeyong… you just hate yourself with the thought of hurting him that way.

“You made me skip work, but you’re the one who’s not here with me” he giggles and nuzzles his nose on your nape which tickled you and brought you back to reality. “What are you thinking?” He smiled, curious while leaning towards you by the kitchen table.

“Hmm. Nothing. I just remembered how I used to push you away and look at us now” you said, racking his soft hair and pulling him closer in between you bare legs.

“Told you. I’ll keep coming back,” he smiled back put his hand on your waist and started kissing your neck with want. As if his kisses were telling you that he’s not going anywhere. Soon his hands traveled under your borrowed shirt and feel his cold hands on your skin.

“We haven’t had breakfast” you whispered near his ear.

“You’re my breakfast,” he smirked and put his hand inside your panties, not wasting anymore time and started making you wet with his fingers. Slowly gliding it up and down, not rushing and rather taking his time with torturing you. This time, his kisses were slow but hungrier, his tongue made you weak and made you want for more. You can’t stay still because the pleasure was building up and it’s building up fast. “Spread your legs” you asked nicely with a sexy tone, you wanted to melt right then and there but you can only follow what he says. “How do you like my fingers?” He asked once again while you’re getting comfortable on the kitchen table with your legs wide open and Jaehyun in between them. “Slowly like this?” He ran his middle finger on your wet slit oh so slowly which made you weak and moan his name. It was a slow, feather like touch from him. No sign of pressure from his fingers, just pure teasing and pleasure.

Jaehyun saw the effect from he did, he smiled and went back to kissing you with want as he continues what he was doing down there. And when he felt your legs closing, and everything was already too much for you, he focused on your clit and made you cum from teasing it. You were so frustrated and wanted something other than teasing, but your boyfriend was enjoying. You can only roll your eyes at him but still give him the kisses he asks for. “We have all day. I’ll make it up to you” he giggled and you two continued kissing each other while talking, having a sweet time together.

Until Jaehyun’s phone kept on ringing. Which he continues to ignore because it was an unknown number. After a few missed calls, it stopped ringing.

Then your doorbell rang. By this time you hate how the world continues to ruin your quality time together. “Ugh. I’m not expecting anyone today—“

“It’s okay, I’ll go check on it. You can go fix yourself first” he kissed you and helped you down. Jaehyun then grabbed his shirt from the couch before opening the door, and there Taeyong was standing.

Taeyong was surprised but he didn’t show it. He saw Jaehyun wearing his shirt as he opens the door.

Then you arrived to the scene shortly, wearing a man’s shirt and short shorts.

It wasn’t hard to solve Taeyong thought. You two completely slept together… and now he’s boiling with anger. But of course he’s not showing it.

“Tae… what are you doing here,” Your heart was breaking again as you said his name. He changed so much. He got thinner, the sparkle in his eyes were gone and you almost didn’t recognized him.

“Came to talk to you,” Taeyong answered coldly, “but I see that you have company already,”

It’s been months since the breakup and you didn’t thought that he wanted to fix what you had together. You wanted so bad to hear what he has to say, and truth be told you wanted to talk to— but suddenly, Jaehyun interfered.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you” Jaehyun said with pride.

Taeyong gets what he wants. Always. But this time Jaehyun is the one leading in this race, and he will not let Taeyong win.

“And who are you to speak for her, Jaehyun?” Taeyong replied and by this time you were shocked to the core that they knew each other.

“Jae, you know him?”

“I’ll explain everything later,” Jaehyun said to you.

And while Taeyong was watching you two talk, it was clear to him that he lost you already today. And so with a heavy heart and no goodbyes or whatsoever, he walked away from the two of you. But you were quick to follow him. And as you chase Taeyong, Jaehyun on the other hand hot hurt with your actions. He didn’t stopped you anymore and let you follow Taeyong. Clearly you wanted to talk to him too, Jaehyun can only hope that you wont forget that he exists.

“Tae— how are you?” You stopped Taeyong from getting in his car. He turned and faced you, sadness in his eyes were visible.

“Do you love him?” Taeyong asked with a firm tone. Almost mad but this time he didn’t want his anger to ruin what he can still fix . “Do you love him?” He then once again asked with a softer tone.

“Because I’m here to bring you back Y/n,”

You stand in front of Taeyong in shock. Confused to what is happening right now, but most importantly… why can’t you answer his question when you just said to Jaehyun that you love him. Last night while you two were making love.

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

Oooh could I get 26 for Chreon? 👀❤️

hi sam!! Of course 🩵 hehehe.

Pairing: Chris/Leon (& Claire is there.)

26: play fighting (prompts)

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“So. What’d you think?” Leon asks. 

He glances over at his test audience, knowing he can’t stake his self-esteem on whatever comes out of Chris’ mouth. He should keep his expectations somewhere around curious. 

He and Chris have… differing tastes in movies. 

“Well,” Chris says airily, bringing his hands up to rub over his eyes, which is his tell for not knowing what to say. “That was… a movie.” 

Leon laughs in disbelief. Turning on their creaky couch, he puts his arm over the back and narrows his eyes. “You didn’t like it.” 

“I’m sorry! I just— they lost me with the pigs.” 

“That was about two minutes in, I think.” 

Chris gives him a scandalized look, like Leon had just suggested they rewind and play it all over again. “Lee, that didn’t make any sense.”

“I told you it was experimental!” 

“Okay, but, what’s the point of making something that doesn’t make any sense?” Chris asks, gesturing to the TV—the credits are rolling, the streaming service threatening to play something else if they don’t switch it. 

God, not this again. Instead of taking the bait and tumbling into their well-worn debate, Leon leans forward and shoves his fingers into the dip below Chris’ ribs. 

It punches a breath out of him, and he grabs Leon’s wrist. “Stop.” 

There’s no bite in it, only Chris’ stern expression that is clearly hiding something else underneath. His mouth twitches at the edges. 

He’s so close… so close to a smile.

Leon twists and locks Chris’ wrist back, then goes in with his other hand. Chris is left wide open, an easy target for Leon to poke his side in the places he knows are the most sensitive. 

And Chris—all muscle and seriousness and captaincy—flinches and makes a noise that goes up an octave. 

Leon’s too busy laughing to stop Chris’ defense. The man grabs his other hand, too, and crosses Leon’s arms across his body. He can’t move them, and he’s helpless when Chris leans over and pins him to the couch.

Arms locked, a laugh squeezed out of him, Leon surrenders. 

“Alright, alright, I’m done.” 

Chris tries to scold him with his eyes. “Are you?” 

They stare at each other for a moment. All Leon can think about is what Chris’ lips feel like, how much he likes when they tip the balance like this and he’s just waiting. 

As if granting his secret wish, Chris leans down and mouths along Leon’s neck. 

They hear footsteps coming back from the kitchen.

“Gross. Shouldn’t you be sad right now?” Claire asks. She’s got the bag of tortilla chips and jar of salsa, but she stops to judge them from the middle of the living room. “We just watched a bunch of weird, sad shit.” 

“You two need to write a fucking report on it or something,” Leon says. He shivers at Chris' tongue and curls his neck. “Didn’t you read the synopsis?” 

“Fuck that, I’m not watching this again. Chris, you’re crushing your book.” 

Chris eases up his weight off Leon to check. The novel he’s been reading had gotten caught between them, and the front cover is bent. Chris makes a mournful noise. 

“That’s why you should be nice to me,” Leon says. 

Chris doesn’t help him sit up. He straightens out the book cover to best of his ability and sets it on the coffee table. 

What he does do, though, is roll his eyes and ruffle Leon’s hair—his own form of revenge. 

[austinsmutler]

i think this is the request box??? SORRY UGH))) hi!! first time requesting! Could you do a BDE(or Austin)! Elvis x reader (could use she/her pronouns). Reader is timid and socially awkward. During one of Elvis’ shows, the staff at the venue are being really rude to her while she’s trying to get to his dressing room and saying like “just because you’re sleeping with him doesn’t give you any authority to come back here.” Elvis hears about this and confronts them after the show telling them that if they ever talk to his pretty girl like that again that he would do more than just fire them (FIRST TIME REQUESTING IM SORRY THIS IS A REALLY AWKWARD REQUEST)))

Oooh Anon. You’ve single-handedly pulled me out of my writing block with this request. If I could hug you, I would, but instead enjoy Austin!Elvis wanting to burn the world down to protect reader. I hope it's worth the wait.

Keep sending requests for Austin!Elvis, guys! These are so fun!

It's Only Love - Austin!Elvis x Reader - 2,000 words

What you’ll like: Protective Elvis, BDE Elvis, hurt/comfort, pet names ('baby' and 'pretty girl'), Elvis stands up to Colonel

Warnings: Period-typical misogyny, mild violence (nothing major or graphic but there is some grabbing)

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Please tell me everything you want!)

“Well I’m leaving town baby, I’m leaving town for sure, then you won’t be bothered with me hanging round your door- but that’s alright…” Your boyfriend drawled into the microphone, leaning in with a sultry sway of his hips that had the crowd sighing. 

Elvis’ eyes found yours as he sang, “But that’s alright, that’s alright now mama, any way you do… Woo-hoo!” He howled as the song, and the show, finished. 

The girls around you went wild, showering the stage in everything from red roses to their bras. It was always a strange sight, especially when one bra fell over Elvis’ head and he turned to throw it at Bill, the bass player, with a laugh.

You’d been there every step of the way on the tour, from Memphis to Lousianna and all the way to North Carolina. No matter where Elvis went, there was a crowd of girls screaming his name and throwing their garments at his feet. 

But you weren’t one of them. Elvis’ eyes always picked you out in the crowd and held you, performing your favorites as a secret serenade in every show.

You’d known Elvis since you were children, growing up together on the outskirts of Tupelo, sneaking into Black Pentecostal churches together, and- slowly as growing up- falling in love. 

Your parents hardly had to be persuaded to let you follow him across the country, because you had practically been married since the first time Elvis had grabbed your hand and led you inside the tent as they sang Up Above My Head. Elvis didn’t just teach you the words, he’d burned them into your soul, never letting go of your hand once as you both sang,

“I wanna soothe my heart, I wanna ease my mind, I wanna move my shoes and see what I can find…”

Elvis had found music, but you’d found him. 

** **

Usually Elvis would sneak out from backstage and meet you after the show, but with bigger crowds and Elvis more recognizable than ever, you’d agreed it was best for you to simply come backstage from now on. Everyone who worked with Elvis knew you- even the band members affectionately called you Mrs Presley. 

Which made it surprising when the bouncers- rare members of the team who weren’t Elvis’ direct friends or family -cut you off. 

“Backstage is for band members only.”

“What? Tommy, come on.” You put your hands on your hips, frowning up at the tall man. “You know me.”

“Sorry ma’am, Colonel’s orders.”

“Excuse me?” You caught eyes with Bill, passing behind Tommy. “Hey, Bill!”

“Hey, that's ol’ Mrs Presley!” Bill greeted you with a smile. “C’mon boys, let her through.”

“Backstage is for band members only.” The other bouncer, Tex, repeated. “Sorry Bill.”

You looked at Bill for help, but he was frowning at the other men. “Well, I’m a band member, and she’s with us. Let her through.” 

“Can’t. Colonel’s say-so.” Tommy said expressionlessly. “Real sorry, Bill.”

“You’re gonna be.” Bill looked at you. “Wait here, it’s gonna be alright.”

The second Bill was out of earshot, the bouncers focused their attention on you. It was the first time all tour you’d felt… afraid. It was a hot July night and you’d left your cardigan at home. Suddenly your shoulders felt too bare as they looked you up and down, disgust slowly filtering onto their faces. 

“Just because you’re fucking the boss doesn’t mean you can come back here.” Tommy growled, while Tex stepped forward to shove you further back. 

“He'll be done with you soon enough. Girls like you get boring after a while.” 

You bit your lip, fighting back tears, but you instinctively pushed back against the larger man. Tex’s face twisted in rage as he grabbed your arms with bruising strength. 

“Don’t think you can get away with that, just because you’re sleeping with Presley.”

He shoved you back so hard you hit the wall. You cried out in shock and pain as your head hit the wall and the world turned blurry.

“What the fuck is going on here?” A low voice growled from behind the bouncers. Elvis, still in his pink and black stage suit.

Bill was with him, but when he saw the scene, he took a step back from the singer as if he’d explode. If it were possible, Elvis would be ticking like a bomb ready to blow. 

“Elvis-” Tommy started, but Elvis silenced him with one hand. His dark blue eyes fixed on Tex, who was still in front of you, so uncomfortably close you could smell the sweat under his suit. It made you nauseous. 

You were still dazed from your head hitting the wall, unable to speak as Elvis stalked forward. For every step forward Elvis took, Tex took a step back. 

“I’m gonna give you one chance to explain what you were doing, touching my girl like that.” Elvis snarled. “And that’s one more chance than you deserve, so be quick.”

“W-well, boss-” Tex suddenly didn’t seem so big, hands at his sides, staring at his shoes. He looked more like a child being scolded. “We didn’t mean to-”

“Then what did you mean to do?” Elvis snapped. He was between you and Tex now, hand grasping yours with a reassuring squeeze. "Cause it looked to me like you were throwing my girl around like a rag doll, which she ain't." 

“Listen, we-” Tommy stepped forward, but Elvis interrupted. 

“No, you both listen. You’re fired. If I see either of you near my show or my pretty girl again, I’ll do more than just fire you. Got it?”

He didn’t wait for their response, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you backstage to his dressing room. The pain didn’t fully set in until he sat you in his chair. You winced.

Elvis felt at the lump on the back of your head. No skin was broken, but it still throbbed. Colorful bruises were already beginning to form on your arms where Tex had all-but thrown you backwards.

“Oh, no. No, no, no." Elvis murmured when he saw the marks. He was on his knees, looking up at you with a pained expression. “I’m so sorry, baby.” 

He kissed every bruise on your skin so softly you barely felt the heat of his lips. All the while he murmured comforting words, 

“I ain’t ever gonna let this happen to you again. Never gonna let anything like this happen again. I promise.”

You were silent, replaying Tommy and Tex's words over in your head. They had no idea what they were talking about, but the words still left you with a lingering nausea, far worse than any of the bruising on your body.

“How’s my girl doing?”

“I’m okay.” Your voice was meek, even to your own ears. 

"Hey, pretty girl," Elvis frowned, cupping your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You can tell me.”

And you did. As the tears finally spilled over your eyes, you told Elvis the worst of what the bouncers said. Tension flooded into his shoulders as you repeated their words.

Just because you’re fucking the boss doesn’t mean you can come back here.

“Those sons of-” Elvis caught himself, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, baby. They ain’t ever gonna work again, I'll make sure of it.” 

He kissed the back of one hand, then the other. Elvis’ eyeliner was messy after a night of performing, sweat still glazing his skin. He looked… tired. You’d never seen Elvis tired before, and the sight scared you more than anything. For the first time in twenty years of knowing him, he looked less than invincible. 

You wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaning down to kiss him. 

“I’ll be fine, really.” You smiled weakly. “You didn’t have to fire them.”

“If I ever had to see ‘em again I’d do worse than that, baby.” He pulled you in close to kiss your forehead, then your lips. “I’m gonna talk to the Colonel. Make sure he files a police report and hires real security for our next show.” 

You bit your lip, remembering their words. Colonel’s orders. “Elvis…”

Your lip wobbled. Elvis trusted nobody in the world more than the Colonel, aside from his mother. Would he believe you? 

Warm hands rubbed up and down your shoulders. “Hey, I’m right here.”

“The Colonel made them do it, they said he said not to let me through.” You blurted out, clamping a hand over your mouth, tears rising to your eyes again. Elvis’ hands froze on your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

Elvis stood up. Through your tears, you could see the fire in his eyes. You thought he was angry before? Well, he was furious now. Hands bunched to fists at his sides, he didn't move for a long moment, just stared. Then he left the room without a word. 

It was common knowledge you didn’t get along with the Colonel. Elvis considered him a godsend, the man who launched his entire career. You considered him a toad, especially after one conversation you’d overheard in Graceland:

“If the fans know about her, they won’t follow you.”

Elvis thought you’d gone up to bed, but you had lingered to grab a glass of water… and listen to the men talking business. The thought had never crossed your mind before that you were part of that business. 

“Little girlfriends, they don’t last. But your music? My dear boy, that is immortal- if you play your cards right.”

Elvis laughed, and your blood froze. Then the laughter stopped abruptly. 

“You’re serious? What’re you talking about, Colonel?” Your boyfriend’s voice was light and playful, but there was an edge to it. Something underneath you’d never heard before. “I sing from the heart, and she is my heart. Without her, there’s no music.”

“My boy-”

“Understand me?”

“But-”

“Do you understand me?” The playfulness dropped from his voice. Elvis was easily persuaded to go along with just about anything the Colonel dreamed up (“His plans got us this far, haven’t they?”) but from that night one thing was clear: your relationship was not up for negotiation. 

Until tonight.

You stayed there for a while, emptiness settling in your stomach. Elvis didn’t believe you. Why would he? The Colonel had got him this far. Got him a tour in all fifty states. Made him enough money to buy Graceland and as many Cadillacs as he could imagine. You were just a girl from Tupelo, he could find another.

Still, you waited, hoped he’d come back. You could apologize, say you must’ve misunderstood, say anything to get him back. A difficult life with Elvis and the Colonel was better than an empty life without the man you loved. 

Minutes turned to a full hour, so you left, dragging your feet towards the exit, hoping your motel room would still be available to you. Elvis wouldn’t leave you in the middle of America, miles from home with no way back, would he?

Distant shouting caught your attention. You recognized Elvis’ voice immediately and followed down the corridor to a slightly-open door that simply said ‘Colonel’.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Elvis shouted so loud it made you jump, even as you paused outside the door to listen. “Who’re you gonna ban next, my mama?”

“Your mother is not the problem, my boy-” The Colonel sounded flustered, barely himself.

“And neither is she!” Elvis snarled, slamming something down inside the room. “Goddammit. I’ve told you before, I sing from the heart. You want to stop that?"

Silence. Had the Colonel ever been lost for words before?

Elvis continued, "Fine, we can break all our promises. How about this? I don’t see her backstage before and after every performance, I don’t sing. Or-" Elvis snapped his fingers, "Better idea, we go public. Let's see how many fans actually follow me for my music. I don't care about the rest of it."

“Elvis-”

“Those are your options. I’ll give you one more chance, but that’s it. And if I ever, ever find out you pulled this horseshit again, you're done."

The Colonel was silent for a while, but perhaps he muttered something quietly, or simply nodded, because the next thing you knew, Elvis was coming out of the room, fists still clenched and face flushed with anger. 

All of that melted away when he saw you. 

“Baby,” He murmured, taking your hand in his. “What’re you doing out here?”

"I- I thought-" Your body shook, and Elvis took the black jacket from his shoulders to drape it across yours. He led you away from the Colonel's door, back to the privacy of his dressing room. 

"You don't have to throw your life away because of me." You finally said.

Elvis smiled, wiping the tears from your cheeks with both hands. "Sweet girl." 

Without warning he picked you up and sat back in his chair, holding you on his lap while he peppered your face with kisses.

"A life without you? That's not one I want to be living." He pressed your foreheads together and let out a sigh. "But this right here, you and me? That's what's right. And I will protect that- protect you, Always."

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 8: 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱

NARUTO TIME NARUTO TIME

My lil dude whom I adore with my whole heart.

Oh look Naruto’s there too!

No I’m kidding I’d sell my soul to meet either of them.

GOD I AM SO BEHIND ON TICKLETOBER PIECES I HATE COLLEGE

Tags: @chrimsss @sleepysheepytea (I know you’re a Naruto fan, so I thought you might enjoy this!!) @tickletr-ash @ticklish-n-stuff @giggly-squiggily

—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

As much as Naruto loved his friends, boy did they show up at the worst times. He WAS planning on spending his day off doing something incredibly important, mind you. Okay- fine, he was going to spend the day sleeping and eating, but that’s equally as important as anything else his friends have planned.

Though, the impromptu visits did make him feel loved. How far he’s come… younger him couldn’t even begin to fathom a life like this.

So, when he heard the ecstatic knocking at his door, a smile crept onto his features. He perked through the peephole and was delighted to see all of his friends.

“Hey, guys I was actually-“

“NARUTOOOOOOO!” Lee cheered, “We have come to see you on our day off! It is important to keep your youth healthy and abundant!”

The blonde ninja sighed. “My youth is perfectly abundant… I think?”

The group chuckled a bit. All of them removed their shoes and sprawled out on any and all furniture in the boy’s tiny apartment. Lee kicked his feet with a smile as he lay on his stomach to feed Akamaru little crackers, with Choji attempting to swipe them from him.

“Let’s play a game!” Kiba chirped.

“A game? What kind of game?” Neji inquired, eyes closed as Shikamaru carefully untangled his messy hair

“Oooh, how about truth or dare?” Choji asked with a Cheshire grin.

“What are we, twelve?” Shikamaru grumbled.

“Fine then, Shikamaru. We can-“

“Wait!”

All eyes turned to the blonde, causing him to blink rapidly a few times. “I-I want to play. I’ve never… uh.”

The boys looked upon him with confusion.

“You’ve never played truth or dare before?” Shino asked in disbelief.

Naruto stared back at them as if they were all morons, lifting his tee shirt to reveal the seal that adorned his stomach.

A collective “ohhh” filled the room.

“So yeah, I think I wanna play.”

“Sure, man!” Kiba cheered. “Everyone come sit in a circle!”

All of the shinobi obey and are soon sat criss-crossed in a circle. Eyes dart around the group as they try to decide who will ask first.

Shikamaru finally sighed and spoke up. “Choji, you asked to play. You first.”

“Alright! Hmmm…” the red-haired boy looked around. He locked eyes with… “Neji, truth or dare?”

“Mmm, truth,” the Hyuga replied.

“Booooring- okay, fine. Do you have a crush on any of the girls?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but quickly closed it with a scoff. “O-Of course not. That’s-“

“Why the stutter, pretty boy?” Kiba teased.

“Yeah, Neji. You lie like a rug,” Shikamaru quipped as he squeezed the latter’s shoulders.

“Alright fine!” he cleared his throat. “I will say that… erm… I find Tenten to be rather alluring.”

A chorus of “ohhhh!”s filled the tiny apartment as they all chuckled and teased the Byakugan user.

“Ooooh! I must tell Guy-Sensei, he would be-“

“One word out of you, and I will sew your lips shut!”

“Rude!”

“Don’t cross me, Lee!”

Amidst the chaos between the two teammates, the game continued. Kiba had to stand on his hands for a minute, Shino revealed a secret love for literature, Sai ate a spoonful of fridge jungle juice, aka whatever condiments they could find mixed with milk; and Shikamaru revealed a slight crush on Temari.

Finally it was Naruto’s turn.

“Alright, Naruto. Truth or dare?”

Oh man, tough choice…

“Mmm, truth! I pick truth!”

“Okay, uhh… let’s see.” A sudden flash of malice appeared in Shikamaru’s eyes. “Where are you most ticklish?”

Just like earlier, all eyes fell onto him. He shifted nervously as he tried to think of an answer.

“I- um… w-well, that’s- uh…”

“You can tell us. We won’t use it against you or anything,” the shadow user replied with a patient, but curious, smile.

“Well… I actually don’t… know?”

They stared at him, bug-eyed. Was he serious? There’s no way that he didn’t know… How could he not?

Realization appeared across the Nara’s features. “You’ve never been tickled before?”

“I-I didn’t say that-“

“But it’s true, isn’t it?”

“I- um…” A pink hue appeared on the boy’s ears. “I mean other than this one time that Pervy Sage did…”

“Alright, come here.” Shikamaru patted the spot in front of him. “Let’s find out.”

Was this guy serious?! Why so bold?? Should he just accept the-

“If you don’t come over, I’m gonna have to have Kiba take matters into his own hands, then we learn the hard way.”

Naruto’s eyes darted over to Kiba, who was already staring back at him with a menacing smile.

“Nopenopenopenope-“ The blonde ran from the circle, dodging around furniture, and eventually getting stuck in a corner.

“Come on, Naruto. Don’t make me do this the hard way. It’ll be easier for both of us if you just come to me.”

“Waaaaah! I want to but- NGH-“ In an instant the boy fell paralyzed, his arms holding themselves above his head. “Oh you bi- HYEAHA!”

Kiba smiled as he tweaked at the blonde’s hips. “Ohh, he’s ticklish alright!”

“Kihihibahaha! Wahahahait!” The jinchuriki whined.

“No wait! I’m curious! Let’s try here, I bet you’re ticklish here!” He mused as he skittered his fingers over Naruto’s stomach

“NYEAHAHA! KIHIHI-KIHIHIBAHAHA! HOHOHOHOLD OHOHOHON!”

“Hold on? But you’re so ticklish here! Is it because of your mark?” The brunette chirped.

“IHIHIHI THIHIHIHINK SOHOHOHO! BUHUHUT- AGH! KIHIHIBAHAHA!! NONONONOHOHOHOHO!!”

The fanged boy’s eyes lit up as he had just snuck his hand under the blonde’s shirt to squeeze at his stomach. “Ohoho! It is the mark! Awww! That’s so cute!”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT! KIHIHIBAHAHA!”

“Are you sure? Maaan some kind of endurance you have. What kind of ninja are you?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“We gotta tell master Jiraiya about this, maybe he can help you.”

The teasing and the tickles in his worst spot were far too much… “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! YOHOHOHOU MAHAHADE YOHOHOUR POHOHOHOINT! STAHAHAHAPPIHIHIT!”

The Inuzuka boy smiled as he moved to gently scratch under Naruto’s arms. “Oh man, that is like so freaking cool. I never knew that your mark could affect you so much!”

The blonde closed his eyes and laughed helplessly, feeling vulnerable in front of the group, while also feeling the safest that he has in a while. “Kihihibahaha, stahahap teheheasihihing.”

Neji, being as perceptive as he is, noticed a small detail… “Ah… I forgot you too can feel what he’s feeling.”

The Nara boy was standing completely still, limbs vibrating as he bit his lip. “N-Nothing wo-worth mENtionihihihing.”

“Oye, Kiba! Don’t move spots, looks like we found Shikamaru’s tickle spot too.” Choji chimed as he looked upon his teammate evilly.

Welp… someone had to make the sacrifice. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting retaliation from it.

Let’s just hope he has more stamina than Naruto did…

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[clearlydiamondz]

The Game

Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader

Part Seven

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Erik being the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.

Warnings: SMUT

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At the next practice, she was more than ready to say what she had to say. All of her teammates heard about the talking Coach Ruby gave her, and they also knew about the meeting that she would be holding as co-captain. 

“Alright girls, huddle around!” The coach responded. The girls moved from their formations and sat in front of the mirror. “It has come to my attention that a couple of girls on the team are displeased with the drama going around the team. Rightfully so, you should have a moment to talk to your captain and co-captain about these issues so we can be united as a group. So, here is your co-captain to hear and talk to you guys about these concerns.

She walked to the front of the room as some girl’s posture changed in regards to being able to have a talk with her. 

“So, the coach has come to me with these concerns that the team is having and as co-captain, I promised that I will take each and every opinion and fact that you guys have to say about this situation.” she started as she looked around the room. “It’s no secret that Erik Stevens and I have started to date. And knowing the history and the past that was caused because of him, I would like to know what these concerns are face to face so we can have a team talk instead of talking among each other about me and my decisions.”

It was silent before Mirah raised her hand. “What’s up?”

“So, with all that you know what he did to not only me but Aliyah and some other girls, why would you think it would be appropriate as co-captain to date him?” she asked tilting her head. Obviously, she was trying to be smart, but (Y/N) was Einstein. 

“Thanks, Mirah. So, before we started dating, I told him that I didn’t want to date because of the drama. We chose to be friends until he spoke his truth and with my judgment, I declared he was telling the truth. The both of us had some conversations about not only the drama but the past relationships that were formed on this team. He stated that the ONLY relationship other than me was with Aliyah.” she responded confidently as Mirah scoffed and the girls laughed.

“Yeah, and he’s lying.”

“Can you prove it?” (Y/N) asked. 

“What?”

“Can you prove it? DM’s, messages, pictures, whatever proof you have. Can I see it? Because I promise you I can go tic for tac with you.” she said pulling out her phone. 

“Why would I keep old photos and messages of a nigga I used to mess with?” she snapped. 

“Language! Let’s keep it respectful, we are teammates remember?” Coach Ruby reminded her. 

“Oh no, I believe that you don’t have the messages. Like I said I can go tic for tac with you because he let me have access to his Instagram DM’s,” she said pulling up her Instagram. A couple of the girl’s faces dropped as some of them ooohed. 

“Yeah he’s not stupid enough to do that,” she said rolling her eyes as she shrugged. 

“Bet.” she pulled up the DM’s between Erik and her. 

“I think it’s really fucked up how you kissed me last weekend but have been ignoring my messages, especially after Aliyah and I fought. I’ve had feelings for you since last semester-”

“Okay, you know what-” she stood up looking at Coach Ruby. “Are you believing this right now?” she asked as Coach Ruby sighed. 

“I do. She showed me the DM’s... including the ones from two girls on the team who are in this room right now, who shall not be named.” Mirah looked back at her. 

“Real fucking classy co-captain. So much for being a team, reading personal DM’s between-”

“I’m gonna stop you there. You were not worried about being classy when you were taking pictures of us at a party minding our business. Not only that, you guys lied about this poor man and I have the proof that Y'all are lying.” (Y/N) said stuffing her phone in her back pocket. 

“Mirah.. you lied about dating Erik?“ one of the girls said laughing. “Girl, that’s weird.” 

“For real. Why are you so pressed on what (Y/N) is doing?” another teammate said.

“Because it’s trifling! We voted for you as co-captain because we thought you were responsible! And now here you go getting fooled up with him. Ever since you guys started dating you’ve been slacking as co-captain and I’m sick of it!” she snapped. (Y/N) looked at Coach Ruby then back to her. 

“So give me an estimate on when I started acting horribly as a co-captain,” she said crossing her shoulders. 

“For about a month! Around the same time y’all started talking!” she snapped. “Our routines have been offbeat, everyone instead of worrying about our competitions, they are sitting around gossiping about you!” (Y/N) looked again at Coach Ruby with an ‘I told you’ so look on her face. Coach Ruby sighed and then said, 

“That’s not true. Mirah sit down.” 

“No! You guys are sitting up here letting our team go to complete hell for what!? I’ll say it because everyone is afraid to say it. Ever since you and Erik have been fucking with each other, for the past month our team chemistry has been horrible and it’s your fault!” she snapped. 

“So I guess my theory was the right coach.” (Y/N) chuckled. 

“I’m afraid it was.” 

“What are you guys even talking about?” One of the girls spoke up. 

“How many other people think that for the past month since I and Erik have been dating that team chemistry has been down?” Five girls out of the rest of them raised their hands. Of course, they were friends of Mirah. Kia and Brandy started to laugh knowing what was about to come up.

“Kay, why do you think that?” she said picking one of the random girls with her hands up.

“I feel like since you got with Erik, our team has not been a priority for you in the past month.“

“And let me get this straight because I don’t want to miss interpret what you’re saying. So in August, September, and mid-October I’ve been focused and doing right by the team. Then Erik came along around mid-October and everything has been a, excuse my language, a shit show.” (Y/N) said as the collective of girls nodded.”And because Erik and I have started dating since last month, from then and now our team has been going down, because I am letting him influence me.” she clearly said. 

“Exactly! Thank you. At the beginning of the semester, we started off strong. Our dancing was great, we were damn near perfect.” Mirah exclaimed, which only made her chuckle. “I don’t see what’s funny since you are putting our team in jeopardy, (Y/N).” she snapped at her. 

“No, it’s funny because Erik and I have been talking since Mid august and made it official in September. We only made it public a week ago so I’m gonna assume you caught wind from a specific ex-member that I’ve been messing with her ex for the last month.” 

“Oh my god, why the fuck are you lying! You know damn fucking well y’all weren’t messing with each other. You’re only saying that to deflect what you’ve been doing to our team!” she yelled at her. 

“No, no. She’s telling the truth. They’ve slept at each other house, went on cute little dates and everything,” Brandy said matter-of-factly. “The two of them even came together for some of our movie nights” she finished.

“And unlike you, I have pictures and messages going back all the way to the night I had my first conversation with him and from then on. You felt upset and you ran to Coach because you thought she was going to get on me for dating him,” she replied as the team got quiet. 

“Yeah because I was worried about the team! He’s caused so much drama, which has affected our team negatively!”

“Okay Mirah but if you cared so much about our team and what he was doing to it, why were you in his DM’s complaining about him ignoring you?” she asked her. Everyone looked at her for an answer but she didn’t have one. 

“This what it seems to me. If this statement is true about our team slacking, it’s not because of you’re co-captain is messing with this boy, but because y’all are pressed on what they are doing to even focus on your own stuff.” Coach Ruby said defending her. “She has proven that she’s been doing great with balancing both the team and him because y’all didn’t even know they were dating within that time our team has been so-called perfect.” Coach Ruby shrugged. 

“Really what the problem is that y’all are lying, and keeping rumors up after finding out about this relationship.”

“Coach Ruby no one is worried about their little relationship. Trust and believe that. I only had my team in mind.” she snapped.

“Mirah.. just sit down. Stop embarrassing yourself. We will forget this happened.” The other teammate laughed. Knowing damn well they were going to talk about it for days. 

“No fuck y’all.” she stormed out of the hall before Coach Ruby came up. 

“Now, does anyone else feel like they have an issue with their co-captain dating Stevens.” no one raised their hand. “Alright, his name will not be discussed from here on out in this room. Y’all are dismissed.”

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Erik was now home from the gym, waiting on a call back from (Y/N). He was proud of her for finally standing up for herself against everyone and not being afraid of the outcome. He noticed that ever since she got with him, she’s been more confident in standing up for herself.

Even Omariana noticed the change, and she was here for it. She considered (Y/N) her little sister. Whenever someone had an issue with (Y/N) or said anything disrespectful towards her, Omariana would be right there to check on anyone. She was happy that (Y/N) was finally finding her voice.  

As Erik was unpacking his gym bag, he heard a knock at his front door. No one that he knew texted him to tell him that he was on his way. He got up going to the peephole at the door to see (Y/N) standing there with two take-out plates, her book bag, a duffel bag, and a drink carrier with two milkshakes. 

“I know you see me, open up the door! I got a lot of shit in my hand!” she exclaimed. He immediately unlocked the door helping her by grabbing her duffel bag and the milkshakes as she let out a sigh of relief. 

“I ain’t know you were coming over here,” he said kissing her on the shoulder and placing her duffel bag right next to his gym bag. 

“Yeah, it was a last-minute decision. I stopped and grabbed us some wings for dinner and a milkshake at the food truck on campus,” she said taking off her Crocs. She walked to his counter placed all the other stuff and turned to look at him. He walked over and placed the items he grabbed off of her and placed them on the counter. 

“You don’t mind me coming right? I wasn’t sure if you were busy or not this weekend and I really need some alone time to study for my midterms and-” he stopped her rambling by reaching behind her and grabbing her ass, and grabbing a little bit of her pussy from the back. 

“You know I don’t care about you coming over here. When was the last time I had a taste of you?” he whispered in her as she bit her lip. 

“It’s been bout a week or two.” she moaned as he let her go, not before slapping her ass. 

“Yeah, I hope yo ass know what’s up,” he said taking off his tank top. His muscles were a lot more toned, her figuring that it was probably because he just got back from the gym. Which means his libido is through the roof. His hands traced the outside of her tights as she leaned against the counter. 

“And if I don’t?”

“You gonna figure it out real quick. Matter of fact-” he picked her up and placed her on the counter, catching her off guard as she squealed. 

“Wait, Erik, I need to take a shower. I just came from practice,” she said pushing his head away as he moved it. 

“Oh, would you look at that? I just came back from the gym and need a shower too,” he said picking her up. 

“Aht aht. I wanna eat my food before it gets cold nigga, damn.” she laughed as he placed her back on the floor kissing his teeth. 

“Don’t act like you don’t want my face between your legs,” he said walking passed her and grabbing both their bags as she grabbed her food and milkshake. 

“I wanna eat first. And take a shower,” she said grabbing a fry and eating it. 

“That’s fine. Just wait. I got something for your ass.” he said walking past the kitchen and into his room. It’s been damn near two weeks since they last touched each other. She wasn’t gonna lie and say that she didn’t want him. She needed him. With their busy schedules, it was almost impossible. With exams coming up, and the lack of competitions, practices, and events, she had a break this weekend. 

He eventually came out and started eating his dinner but she was done with hers. “Okay, I’ma jump in the shower now,” she said throwing her stuff in the trash. “Where did you put my bag, my soap and stuff are in there.” she said as he turned to look at her. Swallowing what he had in his mouth he said, 

“Yeah, I bought the same stuff you bring over here,” he said taking a drink from his milkshake. She looked at him shocked and said, 

“When?” 

“Like a week ago, I found it all on Amazon and just ordered it so you don’t have to bring that stuff from home,” he said taking another bite from his shoulder. 

“Oh,” she said looking him in his eyes. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” she didn’t know what to say, but she knew what she wanted to do. She was going to completely fuck the shit outta him. 

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After Erik finished up his food, he decided to join her in the shower. He took off his clothes placing them in the dirty hamper, and also placing her clothes that he saw on the bathroom floor in there. Might as well wash them so she could have some clothes over here, he thought. 

He slid the shower door open as she turned around rinsing the soap off her body. “That was quick,” she said moving over so he could get some water. He lathered up with his rag and soap and started to move across his body as she leaned against the shower. 

“Yeah.. because there were some things I wanted to do before you got out,” he said placing the rag and bottle of soap on the shower rack. 

“What’s that?”

 He leaned into her, placing kisses a long her shoulder and neck, whispering in her ear. “Playing with this pussy for starters.” his hands slipped between her thighs as she slowly spread her legs for him to have more room. “Such a good slut, opening up your legs for daddy.” he whispered biting her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders looking him straight in the eyes. 

“I’m your slut.” she said as he smirked at her. He back away letting the water run down his dreads. She took a look at him, drinking him all in. The water running down his chest, to his abs, to his dick with water droplets falling off it. All she wanted to really do was just suck the water off then have it down her throat. 

So she grabbed his dick with one hand and his arm with the other pulling him closer to her as he tilted his head. She went into a squat position as his eyes followed her every movement. She stuck her tongue out, licking along his dick, letting the water hit her tongue as well before placing his who tip in her mouth slowly sucking it. 

“Fuck.. I love when you tease this dick baby.” he whispered as she moaned against it, making him throw his head back. “My dick belong all in the back of that nasty ass throat don’t it?” he asked her as she slowly took every inch of him. 

She moaned in agreement as he bought his bottom lip between his teeth. He grabbed her chin as she placed her mouth open for him to slowly fuck her throat. She gagged as spit covered his dick but he didn’t stop, it wasn’t like she wanted him to either. 

“That’s it...” he moaned out. “Nasty fucking bitch.” he went faster as she looked him in the eyes, as he looked back down at her. Her fingers played with her nipples, the sight alone making him harder if it was possible. 

She took matters into her own hands as she wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, sliding it up and down as he fucked her throat faster. 

He grabbed her throat bringing her up to her feet before giving her a tongue filled wet kiss. His hands trailed up her stomach to her breast, pinching her nipples as she gasped. 

“Go to the bed. Ima be with you in a minute.” Was all he said before she gave him one last look. She stepped out grabbing a towel and walking to his room. The cool air hit her wet skin as she dried off in his room, hearing the shower still going. Quickly, she dried herself then moisturized and oiled herself down. She heard the shower turn off and the shower door open. 

She got into the middle of his unmade bed, getting in a face down ass up position. She heard him come in, not being able to see him since she was facing the opposite way. “Yeah... I like that.” he said walking behind her. He softly traced his finger tips along her spread lips, slightly applying preasure when he came across her clit. “I barely touched you and your leaking on my fingers.” he said licking the wetness up. 

“Daddy can you please touch me?” she whimpered. The throbbing of her pussy was killing her, Erik on the other hand was enjoying it.

“I think seeing you like this is my new favorite thing. Look at that pussy begging to be touched.” he said grabbing one ass cheek, spreading it a little to see her pussy drip. “I can see it throbbing.” he chuckled before grabbing a fist full of her hair. “Beg me to touch you and I might just do it.” 

“Pretty please daddy. I miss cumming on your tongue and lips. You made my pussy feel so good and I want that again.” she pouted. He sat on his knees, pulling her to his face so looked up at him with her back facing his chest. With his other hand, he spread out her pussy lips rubbing circles around her clit. She moaned out, gripping the sheets as he went faster. 

“Ooh Erik...” she moaned as he bit her shoulder, then placed a kiss on it. 

“There you go.. give me that nut.” he whispered to her. “You so pretty. You know that? You look so fucking beautiful giving up this pussy like this.” he taunted her. 

“Damn, im cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” she repeated over and over as her climax lasted longer than expected. He kept rubbing the sensitive but at the same rate not stopping, even though both his sheets and hands was covered. “Okay daddy.. I get it.” she moaned as he stopped, smacking her ass. 

“What did I say? Didn’t I say I had something for your ass.” he stepped away as she fell onto her stomach into the bed. He stepped off the bed, pulling her ankles along with him. He then flipped her onto her back, yanking her till her bottom half was hanging off the bed, him having a grasp on her hips. She looked down and saw a towel barley hanging around his waist, and his dick pressed against her thigh. Without a second though, she grabbed it through the towel biting her lips. She saw his jaw clench as the grip on her thighs tighten. 

“Yeah you a hoe for the dick ain’t you.” he smirked at he stood up straight, his dick hitting her pussy a few times. 

“Mhmm.” she mumbled waiting for him to touch it as he slapped her clit. She winced at the pain, but soon after a moment of pleasure came. 

“Use your words mama.” he whispered. “I said you a hoe for this dick right?” he said rubbing his tip against her clip as she eagerly nodded. 

“Fuck, yes daddy.” she moaned out throwing her head back. 

“You know how I like eating this pussy. Get in position.” he said stepping back. She pulled her ankles to the side of her head, as he stared directly into her eyes. She sat there with her legs in a V shape, his eyes slowly trailing down her body, his eyes halting when he seen her pussy. Clit swollen, pussy lips spread, wetness spread all over. 

“Such a pretty pussy.” he said tracing the tip of his fingers on her lips. He saw her pussy clench, more wetness forming as he chuckled. 

“I’m barely touching and your pussy is getting wetter. She must want daddy to eat her.” he said kneeling down as she nodded with a bite of her lip. 

“She does daddy. She misses you.” He smirked licking her one time as she gasped at the sensation. He placed a kiss on her clit before sucking on it. She moaned at the new pressure, his tongue taking random licks to collect the wetness she was producing. 

“Erik..” she moaned as he looked up at her. Her legs were shaking as her eyes were closed towards the ceiling. He pulled away whispering a fuck to himself, as his fingers found their way to their entrance.He inserted his middle and ring finger curving upward in a come here motion before putting his lips back on her clit. 

“Eat my pussy just like that..” she whispered sitting up, her body bouncing with every movement Erik made. 

“Pussy gripping the fuck outta a nigga fingers.” he smirked pulling away from the clit but still fingering her.

“You gonna make me bust again daddy.” she mumbled, but he heard her. Her squirt went all over his hand and forearm, him catching what he could with his tongue licking her up. With his fingers still inside her pussy, he said, “Will you grip my dick with this pussy just like this?” he whispered tilting his head to the side. 

“If I do, I’m squirting again.” she said letting go of her legs. He stood up straight again before telling her, 

“Get back in the middle of the bed.” she crawled backwards onto the bed, still facing him as he followed her on to the bed. Getting between her legs, he pushed her knees to her chest as he rubbed his tip against her pussy. 

He let out a dragged out ,“Fuuuck”, as her pussy clenched around his inches as he pushed further.

“Oh my-” her voice broke off as his dick massaged her walls, slowly creeping up to her G-Spot. 

“Fuck, there you go. Just give up the pussy like this.” he whispered in her ear as she moaned. She moved her hand towards her clit, rubbing it in circles as her mouth shot open. He took the advantage to grab her throat, slightly choking her and kissing her in the mouth. Another sloppy kiss endured between the two, as his paced went a little faster. 

“Ooh ima nut..” she whispered, her juices splashing against the two of them as she moaned loudly. He continued fucking her till every single dropped came from her her entire body shook.

“Lemme get this shit from the back.” he said flipping her over. She got onto her knees, arching as best as she could. 

“This beautiful ass.” he whispered smacking her ass a few times, then spreading her cheeks, to see her pussy spread once again. “Beautiful pussy.” he whispered to himself as he put his face between her ass, licking up and down her ass to her pussy slowly. 

“Fuck daddy your so nasty..” she smiled, the nice sensation making her pussy wetter, another climax in need. 

“Let daddy clean up the mess you made. Taste so fucking good too.” he said pulling away and smacking her cheeks. He spat on her pussy, before licking it up, the action throwing her off guard but she knew she loved it. He got back on his knees, alighning himself up to her entrance. He slowly pushed himself onto her as she gripped the shit. 

“This pussy...” he sighed as she groaned.

“Big ass dick... you’re fucking stretching my pussy..” she whispered as he smacked her ass. 

“Work your ass on this dick. Show daddy how much of a nasty slut you can be bitch.” he said. She started to move her way on the dick as he sat there, letting her fuck him. She started to only fuck the tip as he threw his head back in pleasure. 

“C’mon... fuck that dick how you want it.”

That’s was all the motivation she needed. Within seconds she was throwing nothing but ass and pussy on him, the wet sounds turning them both on. 

“You like when I fuck this big dick daddy. My wet tight pussy on this big dick.” she moaned at him as he rolled his eyes shut. 

“Daddy loves this wet tight pussy. You know how to handle this big dick like a big girl.” he encouraged her. The talking mixed with her g-spot hitting the tip of his dick, she was squirting again. 

But she didn’t stop. She kept fucking him through her nut as he smacked her ass. “What the fuck? You just squirted all over my shit and you gonna keep fucking me?” he said smacking her ass as she gasped.

“I don’t want to stop fucking this dick.. Ooh I’m gonna squirt again.” This time it was a mixture of both squirt and cream as he looked down at their connection. Her ass was now covered in her squirt and her cream, as she just continued to fuck herself. 

“Such a desperate whore, no matter how many times you come on my dick you gonna make sure make daddy nut.” he said meeting her match. Her eyes shot open as her pace slowed down. “Aht aht, Don’t fucking stop now- GET YOUR ASS UP!” he snapped as her arch began to fall. 

“You were just fucking me with no regards to how many times you came, not let me fuck this pussy.” he said putting her back in position. He pushed his way into her as she gasped. 

“Oh my God, daddy cum please. My pussy!” 

“Fuuck I’m close.”

“I want your nut daddy..” she whispered as he threw his head back. 

“Fuuck don’t say that. Please don’t fucking say that.” he moaned going faster. 

“My pussy want that fat nut please.” she whimpered. 

“Oh shit I-”

“Cum in my pussy daddy.”

Right on cue, he painted her walls as he continued to fuck her. He pulled out roughly as she fell onto the bed. “That pussy looks so fucking...” he couldn’t phathom a sentence to say looking at his cum ooze out of her pretty little pussy. He jiggled ass before running to the bathroom and grabbing soap and water to clean her up. 

“I’ma need a nap.” she yawned crawling up the bed as he stopped her. 

“Damn I wore your ass out.” he laughed. He was still wide awake, “Lemme change the sheets out.” he said grabbing a pair of grey sweat shorts out of the drawers. He grabbed one of his black hoodies, placing it onto her before getting the bed prepared.

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It was now 7 o’clock and they were both deep into their nap. (Y/N)’s phone rang waking the two of them up. She grabbed her phone pulling it up to her ear, not looking at the caller ID. “Hello..” she yawned. 

“Well it’s nice to know you are alive. Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” she immediately knew it was her mother. She rolled her eyes not wanting to talk to her. 

“You already know why.”

“Just because I didn’t go to some foolish games to watch you shake your ass. No thank you. You knew I was against you on the damn team anyways, just embarrassing me in the church.” her mother snapped. 

“And you wonder why I don’t answer your phone calls.” she sat up, Erik looking at her get up out of the bed. She went into her duffel bag grabbing a pair of underwear and placing them on as Erik turned on his LED lights. 

“Don’t talk back to me. The hell is wrong with you. All I was going to ask is if you were coming home for Christmas break. CJ met a girl on this dating app, and I invited her for dinner.” she looked confused. A girl dating CJ was the last thing she was expecting. 

“Yeah.. I guess. I have to pick up some papers anyways.”

“And I want you to invite that boy you been messing around with.” her mother said, making her freeze. 

“I don’t think I can do that.” she said as her mom scoffed. 

“What? Y’all broke up? See I knew it wouldn’t last long-” 

“No we didn’t break up. We are together.” she rolled her eyes. Erik connected the two and figured that they were talking about him. He sat at the foot of the bed saying, 

“Who is that?”

“My mom.” she mouthed as he tilted his head in confusion. 

“So what can’t he come? You don’t want me to meet him or something?” she scratched her forehead before saying, 

“Have you thought that maybe he has a family of his own?” she said as Erik told her to put it on speaker. She placed the phone on speaker, 

“Well I just think it’s suspicious that you have a so called ‘boyfriend’ and I haven’t seen a picture of him. Seems to me like you're faking the-” 

“Actually hello ma’am. I’m right here.” Erik spoke up as she looked at him in shock. 

“Oh well ain’t this a surprise. And what is your name?”

“My name is Erik Stevens.” he said.

“Hmm, I think she told me about you before she rudely stopped answering my calls. You ain’t tired of her yet, are you? You can be honest because I know how it is around her.” he looked at the phone then to (Y/N) in confusion.

“No, actually. She’s been truly a blessing to know ma’am.” he said. The phone got quiet as her eyes went up in annoyance. 

“So is it true that you can’t come for dinner. I’d like to meet the boy my daughter is so called dating.” 

“Actually I would like to meet her family.” he said as she scoffed. 

“Wow, so she lied. Thought I’d raised her better but oh well. Well, I’ll be happy to meet you. Now you have a nice night.” Erik assumed that she would say bye to her daughter but she hang up the phone. 

“You don’t look happy that I’ma meet your parents.” he said as she threw the phone on the bed. 

“My father, sure. My mother and step-father, hell no.” she said sitting on the bed. 

“I moved in with my dad when they got divorced. Even at the age of 12, I could tell she was mean and manipulative.” she then looked at him. “No one told you to say anything by the way,” she said getting up as he grabbed her hand. 

“Aht, don’t walk away. I thought I was being nice.” he defended himself. She sighed grabbing his hand. 

“I know, it’s just you don’t know my mom. She will try to say and do anything for you not to like me. She has all that animosity till this day because I wanted to go live with my daddy.” she rolled her eyes. “And she’s always had this weird competition between the two of us. It’s fucking weird, and she wonders why I barely talk with her.”

“Well how about this.. I’ll find us a nice hotel so we don’t have to stay anywhere, we can leave her house anytime we want, and hell if it calls for it we can spend Christmas together.” He reassured her as she smiled. 

“Wait, what about your family.” 

“It’s okay. They can miss out on a Christmas,” he whispered

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Any advice on how to turn a 3 sentence writing prompt into a full-fledged (long) story?

Oooh this is a good one. I literally had a post about this in my drafts, but that was more oriented towards giving prompts, not expanding on them. So let’s get into it!

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How to make a story out of a prompt:

Whether it’s three words or a whole paragraph, prompts are tools to inspire a story out of a storyteller. That’s you. There are three ways to go about this:

1) Review the prompt(s) on their own:

Let’s break down what this means. Say I’m doing a three word story, and the words are spider, thief, and ring. I like to consider the foundations of any book and try to apply them to each word. So how can I fit spider into the theme of this story I want to tell? What kind of story would centralize spiders as a motif or a symbol for the theme it carries?

I know personally, when I think of spiders, I think of arachnophobia. So maybe I want to use spiders as an integral component of the protagonist or antagonists’ characterization. Maybe that fear is what propels the story forward. The main character’s fear of spiders is what causes the inciting incident to occur (i.e. they scramble away in fear, try to kill the spider with the first object they find, only to realize the object is their secret inheritance being gambled away; or maybe the spider is the reincarnation of an ancient deity who curses the protagonist into the world of spiders/the body of a fly to try to punish them for being scared when THEY are the spider’s predator. you can take it in so many different directions). OR, if you’re taking the villain route, maybe the fear of spiders in the villain is what started their villain arc. Their older, cruel sister locking them in a box filled with spiders and leaving them there overnight could cause them to become a serial killer that targets anyone who resembles their sister or shares her features and kill them by suffocating them in a box of insects (eek that’s morbid sorry)

Then, for the thief. Another integral character, plot point, or character arc for your protagonist. Is your protagonist forced to resort to thievery to fulfil their quest, or maybe thievery IS the quest, or perhaps that is who they become along the way.

That leads me to my next point…

2) What is the connection between the words?

Or rather, what connections can you make? How can you push your character through pivotal events that force them to encounter each of these words, or fulfil the conditions of the prompt? In which situations would they say a certain quote, and what events would lead up to that? How would you want to fill the blank space between the dots to create your puzzle?

That’s the greatest part of being a storyteller— the answer is entirely unique to your imagination.

3) Polish your characters:

This may be better as the first thing you do actually, but consider the lens the story occurs from. Who is telling this story? Why are they telling this story? Why is it THEM specifically that encounter these three objects or words? How does the themes of the story apply to them?

By fortifying your characterization of your protagonist and antagonist, you create the fundamentals of the story itself— the goal and the opposition. The rest of the cast can be introduced as helpers or obstacles to reaching that goal or preventing it from happening, but that is the bare bones essence of storytelling. What is the goal? What is stopping your protagonist from reaching that goal? What tools or oppositions (this is where your three words may come in to help answer this question) help or delay their journey towards their desired outcome?

I hope that helps! Let me know if you have more questions, and thanks for the ask!

Happy Writing!