#( my little brother and i are just in our rooms if you're complaining about being tired just teach us how to do shit )

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Look, This is gonna be one of those things that sounds bad until you read the whole story. Please don't read the title and go to 'yta' without reading.

AITA for yelling at our friend that my brother isn't trans?

Look, My brother ISNT trans. He likes to wear kilts and sew, Which is what kind of started all of this. My brother is NOT trans, He loves being a boy (trust me, I can hear him enjoying being a boy in his room all the time. Theres no way he'd wanna chop it off(I mean this as a joke I don't actually know how the surgery works), He's told me multiple times that being told by others what he likes is 'feminine' and 'girly' upsets him because he's proud of being a boy and doesn't like being called a girl. Its not because he hates girls or thinks less of them, He just does not like being called the wrong gender which I'm sure you want to be called the correct gender too.)

Anyways lets begin. I (16F) am my little brothers (15M) best friend, Basically. We grew up together and do everything together, Including sewing. I liked it when I was younger, And eventually convinced him to try it as well. He loved it, And we love just sitting together and making random crap we usually end up selling at our yearly garage sale. (Our mom makes us sell all our unneeded crap every year, But we aren't complaining when we make like $100 for it, Mom and dad even help us figure out what we actually wanna keep (we sometimes see old things and go 'Oh I could never get rid of this' and then throw it away))

Sorry for the rambling, But you'll see why some of this is important to know.

Basically, We were getting our shit together for the garage sale, And invited over a mutual friend of ours, Who I'll call uhhh Ley (16F). Shes kind of obsessed with the LGBTQ and loves to help people 'realize' they're gay or trans or non-binary. By this I mean she'll literally bully people she 'knows' is gay or trans by always telling them they are and spreading rumors about them saying they are. The way she 'knows' these things are from gut feelings. I thought maybe she needed friends who would be honest with her and tell her gently that it needed to stop. She stopped being so bad with it and we even convinced her to admit to the rumors she started being fake. We've known her for around 3 years now, And she's stopped doing it as aggressively for 2 of those years. She still makes jabs and 'jokes' saying things like "Oh thats so girly, Are you sure you're not trans?" and "Oh thats such a boy thing to do, Are you a lesbian?", Both quotes she's said to me and my brother less than a week ago. I am straight and cis, So is my brother. We have nothing against the lgbt, We just aren't apart of it. We support the lgbtq as much as possible (with my part time job I like to donate some of my paycheck towards point of pride so people who need the surgeries or binders can get them), And are very open about supporting them.

While we were cleaning out my brothers room and finding stuff to throw into the 'sell' box (we like to do precleaning before our parents help us, It makes everything faster and less work on the people trying to help), And Ley found my brothers kilt. She did a long exaggerated gasp, Looking at my brother.

"So, How long have you been trans? Why didn't you tell me?? I knew it the whole time!"

My brother tried to explain that it was a kilt for men, And he wasn't trans, But she kept interrupting him saying crap like 'you don't have to lie I know now' and 'Its nothing to be embarrassed about, I knew ever since you started to sew'. The last straw for me was when she continued not listening to him and started to ask about how he was gonna come out as school. I yelled at her to get out, That neither of us were gay, Neither of us are trans, And neither of us are apart of any of the lgbtq. We are allies and nothing more. She tried to argue that he had a 'skirt' which OBVIOUSLY meant he was trans, I basically screamed at her that she was a stupid know it all who made everyone who wasn't apart of the lgbtq's life hell because she made sure everyone knew them as someone they arent (I know, I shouldn't of brought up 2 years in the past) and that I was tired of her trying to force everyone to be in the LGBTQ when its just not realistic. Not everyone is gay or trans, Some people are cis and straight. She started crying and left, We haven't spoken in a few days but I think I'm justified. I'm tired of living my life being told I'm something I'm not, I'm tired of seeing it happen to my brother too.

My brother later thanked me for standing up for him, Telling me it made him really upset when she said those things. To cheer him up we watched his favorite movies and I made him his favorite dinner (mom and dad both work day jobs so we both make lunch and dinner)

And for those who are gonna say that allies are apart of the LGBTQ I strongly believe the A is for aro/ace. Being an ally isn't a gender or sexuality

(unless people identify using ally/allyself of course or whatever it is, I'm not quite sure how neos work or whatever but I love to see how creative people get with it and am happy it gives people who don't identify with any of the normalized(? Idk the correct term but yknow the man woman and nb) genders a chance to be who they actually are)

Extra info on why I think I could be the asshole: I feel like we might've been able to explain it if we got her to shut up for a minute, But she kept talking over us. I feel like I went too far by insulting her, And I feel like I might be TA because she's also autistic (so is my brother though, And I have ADHD).

Why I think I'm NTA: My brother is really quiet and doesn't really defend himself often. He doesn't really know how to stand up for himself and is 'easy' to talk over (soft spoken, Quiet talking voice and nonconfrontational) which is why I believe I had to step in in his place, And I don't believe I did anything wrong defending my brother and making her stop calling him what hes not.

Anyways. AITA for yelling at our friend that my brother isn't trans?

To see later: PINK PANTHER

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Rocky Mountain Way*

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Summary: Flashback. You take Joe on a trip with your family to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. It was an annual trip your family took every year when you were a kid, and this year, you took your boyfriend Joe for the first time.

Warnings: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Just the Two of Us

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December 4, 2023

(y/n’s pov)

Today, Joe and I were leaving for Colorado with my family.

My parents have been taking me and my two brothers on this yearly trip our whole lives, and this year was my first time taking Joe.

I was the oldest of my two brothers, being 27.

The middle sibling, Tanner, was 21.

The youngest, Harrison, was 18.

Harrison was a senior in high school and had a girlfriend, but he wasn't allowed to take her with us on our Colorado trip.

Tanner was bringing his fiance, Lucy, though. They had been dating since the 8th grade, and Tanner knew from the beginning she was the one. He just wanted to wait to propose till they could celebrate their engagement with drinking.

As soon as they were both 21, he proposed.

Crazy that my little brother got engaged before me, but I know Joe is taking his time. It’ll happen eventually, I hope.

Lucy had been coming on the Colorado trip with us since they graduated high school. My parents found her and Tanner mature enough to share a room.

When Joe found this out, he was slightly offended as to why he hadn't been invited to come.

I had to break it to him that he had been invited every year since we started dating at twenty years old.

And that I had declined the offer from my parents before even asking him.

Joe was annoyed, confused, and a little hurt. He thought it was because I didn't want him there.

That couldn't be further from the truth.

The real reason I didn't want to bring Joe? Sex.

When I told him, Joe laughed at my reasoning, but it was a genuine worry.

Since we started dating in 2017, Joe and I have pretty much, at least, had one round of sex a day.

Of course, there were some days missed since then because life got in the way or we were too tired at the end of the day, but it slowly became a part of our daily routine as a couple.

Why would this be a problem, though? Why would this make me decline an invitation for my boyfriend to go on vacation with me and my family?

I’m not comfortable having intercourse under the same roof as my family.

There were no problems for me if it was under the same roof as strangers or friends, like quickies in an event bathroom or a friend’s bedroom at a get-together. It was purely just my family.

The thought of my parents hearing me make a sound or the headboard of the bed hitting the wall… made me want to puke.

Eventually, though, I gave in to Joe and told him he could go with us this year.

My only stipulation? No sex the entire trip.

Joe happily agreed, saying he could go a week without it, but here we were…

Day two, and Joe was lying in bed next to me, complaining of unresolved horniness.

“Baby, please. We can be super quiet, and you can ride me so the bed doesn't move that much…” - Joe

“Convincing, but no. You knew what you were getting yourself into when I agreed to let you come.” - you

“I know, but I was way in over my head. It's been 48 hours, and I already can’t stop thinking about sex.” - Joe

“Typical man.” - you mumbled

“You don’t feel it?” - Joe

“Feel what?” - you

I asked in a slightly apprehensive manner, hoping he wouldn't just say “My dick”.

“Slightly deprived?” - Joe

“Baby, you're not being deprived… but, no I don't. It feels a little weird going two days without it since it’s become a part of our routine, but no I don't feel deprived.” - you

“Yeah. Maybe I am just a typical man.” - Joe

He rolled over to where his back was facing me, and I started to get worried that he might think I was mad at him.

Reaching out to rub his muscular back with my hand, I scooted closer to him and laid my chin on his shoulder.

“I shouldn't have said that earlier. I'm sorry, Joey.” - you

“It's okay, I guess. Goodnight.” - Joe

“Goodnight, Joe. I love you.” - you

I leaned my head over to place a kiss in the crook of his neck, and Joe laced his fingers with mine of the hand that was lying on his stomach.

“I love you too.” - Joe yawned

——

December 9, 2023

It was the day before Joe’s birthday and the last day of the trip.

When we woke up this morning, everyone was gone already, probably already at the slopes.

Surprisingly, Joe had gone snowboarding with us every day and he was pretty good at it too.

It wasn't too surprising, though, because Joe Burrow doesn't half-ass anything.

That includes the snowball fight that broke out between us while we were snowboarding yesterday.

I had jokingly thrown a snowball at Joe while we were discussing which path to take, and it unleashed a whole war.

Joe didn't hold back or go uneasy on me. He was throwing them pretty much as hard as he could, football-style, and I ended up on the ground.

In the end, Joe lay in the snow next to me, and we made a no-snowball-fight truce for the rest of the trip.

My family would be in the mountains for a few more hours, skiing, sledding, and snowboarding.

So Joe and I had the cabin to ourselves for the majority of the day.

After eating breakfast while cuddling up on the huge couch, Joe asked me what we should do with our alone time.

“Wanna get in the hot tub? We can drink some champagne and just relax.” - you

“Sounds amazing.” - Joe

Joe leaned into me and pressed a kiss to my lips before we hopped off of the couch and went to our room to change into our swimming clothes.

I went out onto the deck first because Joe had to stay back for a second to use the bathroom.

It was absolutely freezing outside so I immediately hopped into the hot tub and cranked the heat on.

A few minutes later, Joe came running out onto the porch with champagne and two glass flutes for us.

“Holy fuck, it's cold!” - Joe ran

Laughing at his little run, Joe launched himself into the hot tub, his big body making the water splash over the sides.

“Joe!” - you laughed

“Sorry…” - Joe gave you a sheepish smile

Joe got settled next to me and gently grabbed my legs to drape them over his lap.

“May I interest you in some champagne?” - Joe

“You may.” - you giggled

He handed me both of the flutes and uncorked the champagne. My eyes lingered on his sexy, veiny hands.

After pouring the bubbly liquid into the glasses, Joe stood up and moved to the other side of the hot tub to put the bottle on the table.

I couldn't help but stare at my boyfriend’s trained, muscular body. His toned torso and built chest looked even more appealing as the beads of water ran over them.

When Joe turned around, I felt a flutter in my stomach… and in other places as the defined muscles in his back flexed.

“Lookin’ good, Joey.” - you purred

Joe settled back down in his spot and sent a flirty wink my way, those big hands finding my thighs to place them in his lap yet again.

We clinked our glasses together and took a sip, Joe resting his hand on the inside of my thigh.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too.” - Joe grinned

I ran one of my hands up Joe’s torso before keeping it against his chest.

“Since no one’s around… wanna make out?” - you

Joe laughed at my forward question but nodded his head before leaning forward to kiss me.

The kisses were feverish and rough. Joe’s tongue slid into my mouth and tangled with mine.

Eventually, Joe pulled me onto his lap and gently grasped my hips to start moving me on him.

It didn't take long for me to feel Joe get hard in his swim shorts, and I broke away from his lips.

Joe’s usual pink lips were red and wet with my saliva, and he looked so hot like this.

“I need you.” - you

“Take me then.” - Joe

I reached down to palm Joe through his shorts, relishing in his groan before moving the waistband away from his stomach.

Joe’s erection immediately sprang out of his shorts, and he winced at the feeling of the hot water around his cock.

Feeling the need to hurry, I maneuvered myself to hover over top of Joe and sank onto him.

He slapped a hand over his mouth to stop any loud sounds from leaving his mouth. Joe wasn't usually loud during sex, but after a week without it, I wasn't surprised when he muffled a loud moan.

“Take your hand off.” - you

“I- don't wanna be loud.” - Joe

“It's hot, I promise.” - you

I gently took his hand off of his mouth and started moving on him.

The expression on his face told me that he wasn't going to last very long, and I decided to do something that I'd never done.

“You’re not allowed to come till I say you can, okay Joe?” - you

“Fuck… okay.” - Joe groaned

Joe’s dick twitched inside me when I said that. He must like it when I take charge.

“You feel so good.” - you moaned

“Missed you, baby.” - Joe

He buried his head into my neck and moaned lowly, I could tell he was feeling self-conscious about being louder.

“I love it when you moan… so hot.” - you

After moaning myself, Joe removed his head from my neck and looked at me with an appreciative smile.

“Really?” - Joe

Just after he asked that, his cock bottomed out, and the tip brushed against my cervix, causing us both to moan.

“See? So damn hot.” - you

My walls squeezed his length and Joe finally felt confident enough to moan louder… and fuck.

“Joey, oh god!” - you

“Shit, I'm close.” - Joe groaned

“Don’t come yet.” - you

Joe nodded his head but a couple of minutes later, he couldn't wait any longer.

“Please? Can I come?” - Joe

“Not yet, wait, Joe- fuck.” - you

With every movement of my hips, Joe whimpered. I could tell he was starting to get overstimulated but I wanted to finish at the same time.

“Baby, please.” - Joe whimpered

“Just a little longer.” - you moaned

“Shit!” - Joe grunted

I started moving faster, and Joe was writhing beneath me. He was biting his bottom lip so hard that I was surprised that he hadn't drawn blood yet.

Shakily, Joe moved his hand towards where we were connected and circled over my clit with his thumb.

“Mmm. Shit, baby.” - you moaned

Joe was panting in my ear and his cock continuously throbbed deep inside me.

Feeling myself getting closer to my release, I slammed my lips against Joe’s and started hotly making out.

After a few seconds of kissing, I slowly broke away from him, pulling his lower lips between my teeth before letting go.

“Come for me.” - you

Almost immediately Joe grabbed my hips and slammed his entire length as deep as it could get.

“Fuck, y/n!” - Joe moaned loudly

Just as he was shooting his load deep inside, I came around his length, and we moaned into each other’s mouths.

Joe hunched over into my chest, his head falling onto my shoulder. I rubbed over his back to comfort him.

“You okay, Joey?” - you

I kissed his temple sweetly, and when he didn't answer I pulled his head away from my shoulder.

“Mhm. Think I passed out for a sec.” - Joe mumbled

“I kinda got carried away.” - you giggled

“S’all good. It was kinda hot.” - Joe

“Yeah?” - you

“Yeah.” - Joe cuddled back into your neck

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An hour later, we had taken a shower that Joe almost fell asleep twice during and were now cuddled up on the couch.

Joe lay on top of me, his head buried in my chest as I simultaneously played with his hair and rubbed his back.

He had fallen asleep right after I started the movie.

I giggled when I thought back to what he told me right before falling asleep.

“Shit, I'm so tired after that, but I think it's safe to say that Rocky Mountain Way is the best sex we've had. We seriously need to buy a hot tub for the house.” - Joe

Of course, this man is already thinking about sex again.

“Is the jacuzzi bathtub not enough?” - you laughed

“Uh-huh.” - Joe

“I'll start looking for one.” - you

“Good. Love you, bab-” - Joe

I waited for him to finish his sentence, and when he didn't I went to look down at him.

Before I could, though, little snores filled the air.

Laughing to myself as I pressed a kiss to his forehead, I shook my head looking down at his sleeping face.

I'm so glad I finally decided to take him with me.

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Authors note: idk what to say really.

Request included in this fic;

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow smut

[frankcastleonlyfans]

part three of dad!daemon headcanon pleaseeee🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄, 𝐏𝐓𝟑:

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader

author's note: last episode, aemond beat the shit out of baela and rhaena, and daemon didn't gave a single shit about his daughters being blooded and bruised. i thought i should rewrite that, specially because the day aemond lost his eye is a thing in our dad!daemon au. also, i'll make aemond a little bit ooc because he needs to be an asshole, AND, I changed the way aemond loses his eye.

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. i hope you like it!

warnings: mentions of animal cruelty, descriptions of children getting harmed, aemond is his own warning, children cussing, this headcanon is pure chaos so be prepared.

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this takes places months before part 1.

Daemon hated Aemond.

At first you thought it was funny that a grown ass man had such hatred towards a little boy, but then, you saw it with your own eyes.

You and Daemon once watched the kids' dragon training lessons, and you noticed how Aemond's eyes squinted once your son commanded Araxes to dracarys.

So it started there. Your son had his own dragon — and so did your daughter — , and prince Aemond had none.

Daemon would always complain to you how Aemond was picking on Rhaegon during sword fighting training.

"He should be more violent, I don't want Rhaegon to let that prick hurt him."

"Now, you're the one who's picking battles with Alicent." You warned.

Aemond never liked the fact that Alyssa could watch their fighting training. She was a girl, and wasn't supposed to be there.

He couldn't hurt Rhaegon outside the training camp, so he discovered that it was easier to mess with the Targaryen girl.

When Alyssa found her pet cat beheaded under her covers on her blood stained bed, she left her shared room crying, not even answering to Helaena's questions.

She went to the boys’ chambers, where she found her brothers, and Jacaerys and Lucerys sleeping.

Alyssa woke them up and went downstairs to find their parents, hoping they could do something to punish Aemond for his actions. But unfortunately, they found the boy first.

"Cousin Alyssa! I see you’re crying... What's wrong? Didn't like my present?"

Alyssa ran to punch him in the face, but he punched her first.

It started a huge fight, where Rhaegon, Luke, Jace and Alyssa were against Aemond.

Aemond threatened to kill Luke and Alyssa, and Jace tried to stab him with a knife.

Aemond was the most gifted in body combat, so he quickly dodged the Velaryon boy's attack, and kicked him away.

Luke threw sand in Aemond's eyes while he held Rhaegon by the neck, and Jace threw Alyssa the knife.

"Take your fucking hand out of my brother!"

Alyssa wasted no time to cut Aemond's eye.

Aemond fell to the ground screaming, but it was too late when the guards finally came to his rescue.

"What's the meaning of this!?" Daemon stormed into the throne room where everyone was reunited.

"Alyssa! Rhaegon!" You cried out, taking your beated children in your arms.

"What did you do to them, you freak!?" Daemon hissed towards the sewed-eyed boy.

"You're seeing this, Viserys!?" Alicent yelled, "Where do you think your brother's children learned to bully our son?"

"His own brother bullies him!" Rhaegon pointed out.

Aegon was just as unbearable as his brother, but at least he wasted his time drinking instead of making your children's life a living hell.

"Aemond killed Alyssa's cat and punched her in the face!" Lucerys told his uncle, and Daemon groaned in anger.

"That bitch cut my eye!" Aemond uttered.

"You were suffocating my brother!" Alyssa remarked.

"That is enough!" King Viserys yelled, "I want you all to make up and forget this all happened."

"That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged permanently, my king." Alicent stated.

"I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye. What would you have me do?"

"There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of Daemon's daughter eyes in return. Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Alyssa Targaryen."

Your eyes opened wide in horror as your daughter ran out of your embrace to hide herself behind Daemon.

"You will do no such thing!" You warned the queen.

Ser Criston stayed in his position while Viserys warned, again, that the matter was finished.

Alicent took the dagger that the king carried around, and came towards the girl, that was still being protected by her father's body.

Daemon acted quickly and unsheathed Dark Sister, pointing the blade to the Queen. All the guards took off their swords.

"Father!" Alyssa cried out.

"Give one more step and both of us will die." Daemon warned, "I'll cut your throat open like a piece of ham, and the King shall have my head. I don't mind dying for my family, your Grace."

Alicent threw the dagger to the floor and left.

Daemon gave you an apologizing look after putting himself in such danger.

You both took care of your children’s wounds, and find out that Maegon stayed in his room after Rhaegon ordered him to.

You took the boys to their room with Rhaenyra and her kids, while Daemon took Alyssa to hers.

"You acted bravely tonight." Daemon whispered against your little girl's silver locks, and gave her forehead a kiss, "I'm proud of you, my little stormfire."

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen imagines #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon imagines #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!daemon targaryen au

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

pls ma’am… may i have some more gaslamp!au? 🥹🫶🏻

"I don't know Stephanie this seems-"

"Please?" Stephanie pouted, "My stupid brother ruined you. It's the least I could do to get you some new dresses."

"You did find me a place to live and it's not as if I don't have things to wear," you point out.

"And some of them are lovely," Stephanie started, "But-"

"IF," Cassandra started slightly louder to cut her off before she could say something accidentally rude, "you don't let her she'll just have them made and they'll all be- well. Stephanie dresses."

"What's the matter with my dresses?" Stephanie asked archly.

"Nothing, dearest," Barbara said patiently, "except that they won't suit Y/N. Your coloring is different. And she's well- blessed- in ways that you aren't."

"So you see," Cass said, offering you a napkin to cough behind where you'd inhaled tea helpfully, "it really is for the best."

"I- I-" you break off, still sputtering and Barbara gets to her feet determinedly.

"Well," she declared, "if we're going out I'll have to send for a carriage. God knows we won't be carrying our own packages."

"And Tim," Cass said. "He needs to get out of the manor before the maids take to dusting him again."

"And Tim," Barbara amended, "he complains less anyway as long as we give him a book or two to read while he waits."

"What kind of book?" you ask curiously.

"Awful, boring things about math and chemistry," Stephanie sighed. "Honestly."

"Oh-"

"Dearest?" Barbara asked frowning, looking at you, halfway to the door, "What did happen to your books?"

"I- I don't know. I only- I'd imagine most of them were thrown away. Except for the ones I could carry with me. I didn't have many. I couldn't keep many after Papa died and I had to leave the house." Not for the first time, there's a hollow pang in your chest. You miss- you miss a lot of things. But sprawling on your belly in the drawing room while your father answered letters and reading out loud. The thought of your little collection being gone. After carefully carrying it from school to the attic. Hiding it from rambunctious hands and angry aunts. You can't stop the tears.

And you can't articulate why either. Not when it sounds so stupid to say out loud. You aren't a little girl. You're nearly on the shelf. Old enough that it shouldn't matter- but it does.

"Well that just won't do," Stephanie said. "Absolutely not."

"I don't- I'm sorry- I-"

"Hush," Cass said, handing you another napkin, coming to kneel next to your chair to pat your hand. "We'll get your books back- or at least. Jason will. Sometimes him looking big and scary can be good for something."

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #gaslamp!au

[mariposa-writes]

Good Sleep - LaMelo Ball

Summary: hate writing these, so just read and find out.

A/N: This man is the love of my life (and his brothers).

It was hard, dating an NBA player. Not that it was Melo's fault. He tried to make things as easy as possible. He called whenever he could, making sure to at least check in on me once a day.

It wasn't like I made things any easier. I took a lot of pride in my job and it felt like a lot of the time when he was home, I was busy working.

Which is what I am currently doing. Its around midnight, when I hear the garage open, I know it's Melo. His team was supposed to get back earlier tonight, but their flight got delayed due to weather.

After a few minutes he enters our room. I moved in with him a 6 months ago, since I practically lived there full time anyways. We both also thought it would be a good way to spend more time together.

"Hey, babe." He says walking over to me and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. He heads into our bathroom, getting ready to shower. He hates how he feels after plane rides, always complaining about being dirty. "What are you working on?" He calls from the bathroom.

"Just work stuff." I respond, not having the time to explain. I have to have these reports ready by Monday. I'm a CFO for a major clothing company in the US. We are currently working on expanding to European countries.

Melo showers while I work and before I know it he's climbing into bed. "Babe," He whines, "when are you going to bed?"

"I don't know, soon." I answer, dismissively. He frowns, looking up at me from where he's laying.

"You work to hard. Your not even 22 and your the CFO for a major company. I worry you're gonna work yourself to death." Melo's always hated how hard I work. We've been dating since we were both 19.

I was getting ready to graduate college, when he was getting drafted into the NBA. Being born a genius helped me fast track my schooling and career.

I started interning with the company I currently work at when I was 17, the summer after my junior year. I started working with them when they were just a start up, but in the past four years they have rapidly grown and I've been a part of the process the whole way.

This company is like my baby and I'm the one that has to track everything to make sure we are achieving our goals. I never intended on working here this long, but I love the people I work with (the pay isn't bad either).

They promoted me to CFO when their old one left to work for a bigger company. What an idiot, they didn't have believe in the company and soon ours will be bigger than the one they are working for.

Three hours later and I'm still working, Melo's passed out. After he fell asleep I headed to the office he set up for me, not wanting to wake him.

I have a blanket wrapped around me, with my headphones in and a cup of hot chocolate sitting on the desk. Once I get this done, I'll be on Monday and present to our investors I will be on vacation for the next 9 days.

I haven't told Melo yet, wanting to surprise him since our schedules rarely line up.

I look up from my computer, when I see the hallway light turn on. I take my headphones out, knowing it's Melo. He walks into my office, frowning. "Babe, go to bed." He groans.

"Ok, just give me a few minutes."

"Nope, you always say that and then a few minutes turn into another hour or two and then you're only getting like 2 hours of sleep before you head into the office." He walks over and shuts my laptop, before pulling me out of the chair.

I whine and protest the whole way back to our bed, but he doesn't seem to care. He makes me lay down and tucks me in like I'm a little kid, before climbing in bed next to me.

Once he's in bed his, arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me closer resting his head on my stomach. "Finally, I can sleep now."

"You've been asleep this whole time." I argue.

"Yea, but now I'll get good sleep. I only get good sleep when you're with me." I smile, even though he can't see me. I continue playing with his hair, before we both drift of to sleep in each other's arms.

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[throwaway-yandere]

His Closest Childhood Friend (Yandere!Diluc x Reader)

A/n: had to rewrite the last part cause OneNote said "ah yes we don't need that" lol anyways here's part 3/3 of Soldier, Poet, King. If I ever write more about this au, they will be what-if scenarios (because the end could honestly go in different ways, it's not like someone can "win" in this yandere harem). Sorry for the delay @leftdestiny-posts ;-;, hope you like it!!

Mostly gn!reader but there are some chess terms I can't change ;;-;;

An unreliable synopsis: There's a reason why Diluc is called the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt, care to take a guess?  

Cw: Yandere!Diluc. (Bodily harm/burns?) Implied yan!Childe and Thoma. 

Parts:

Soldier, Poet, King (You're here)

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If you asked Diluc who (Y/n) was, his reddened face will sputter an inadequate explanation before excusing his flustered self out of the room.

If you asked (Y/n) who Master Diluc was, they'd simply pause and say he's someone they used to be friends with.

Used to.

Diluc noticed everything about you. From how you part your hair, how your eyes crinkle at the sound of the ocean, how your eyes sharpen in deep concentration while playing chess– every little detail about you is stored in his brain. He doesn't understand when and how he gained his hypersensitive tell-spotting, all he knows now is that he is fixated. Too obsessed to turn away, but also too hyperaware of how dangerously stalkerlike he had become.

Diluc only sets his hooded, almost honey-coated gaze on you. To this day, people have questioned how you managed to overlook the perpetually lovelorn parasitic expression on his face whenever you pass by, but they have never taken into account the hurtful things Diluc says. 

You two bicker daily. You, the knights, and his brother were the only people who he showed this attitude with. People mistakenly believed that his "nagging" and your complaints were just a normal aspect of an Imunlaukr-Ragnvindr friendship dynamic, and Diluc made the same error. He thought he could get away with being aloof for long enough.

That's how it was until one scorching Sunday afternoon.

"Diluc, listen to me." You spoke. He immediately noticed how your face was creased and your frown was a hair lower than before. Even so, he appeared as if he was more focused on pouring himself a cup of juice. Diluc cannot contain his heart once he looks at you straight in the eye. Fortunately, no one else was inside Angel's Share to mock him--

"I don't want to be friends anymore."

Diluc's eyes widened and he spilled his drink.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

He hastily cleaned up the spillage before staring at you, bewildered.

Did you find out? Shit. Fuck. 

This can't be happening.

"I talked with a friend of mine about this and he was right." You continued. "I shouldn't continue being friends with suffocating people. You're too critical. Too cruel. I can't stand you anymore."

"And trust me, it hurts for me to end our friendship like this since we've known each other since we were kids, but please, please don't contact me ever again."

Diluc closed his eyes and breathed in. 

He wasn't listening to you anymore, and for once, your voice became nothing more than background noise to him. He's drowning out all your reasonings and facets for breaking up your friendship with him.

"It's Fixer, isn't it?"

"And yo– What?"

"It's Fixer." Diluc sucked a deep breath between his gritted teeth. You gulped. His voice was nothing short of menacing. "Your pen pal. He's the one who fed you all these lies, didn't he?"

How did he know about Fixer?

"Lies?" Diluc was being the most threatening he's ever been, and although you forced yourself to scoff, it's clear that it was affecting you. "How is any of what I said lies? You talk shit about me every day. You barge into my apartment every Saturday just so you can complain about how I live my life– You're the one in the wrong here! You should be, I don't know, self-reflecting!"

"Am I? Am I in the wrong, now?" His right eye twitched. "Look at yourself. You live poorly and it reflects on your appearance. You're mentally unstable, (Y/n), and you refuse help from professionals–"

"Oh, shut up." Your eyesight started to get misty. Why is he making this all about you? "You and I both know that the therapist you recommended was a piece of shit!"

Diluc bit his bottom lip. That was his fault. He wanted a prop that will make you see all the good sides in him, and it backfired greatly. He takes full responsibility for that. Diluc would never seek to harm you truly, please have faith in that. 

"Fine! That's true. But you're the one who still refuses to get their act together. You live and breathe like a homeless man in Dragonspine!"

Something inside of you snapped.

For a moment, you both paused, but not to catch your breaths. Diluc meant it when he can read you inside out. And what you're thinking right now is a terrifying notion.

"(Y/n)... Don't..."

"Maybe I should... Maybe I should do as you say this time. It's what you want to happen, right?" You laughed emptily.

"(Y/n)..."

"It's a good idea– a GREAT idea, even, Diluc." You shook your head with a mischievous grin. "I mean, I'm a social outcast at this point, so why not just embrace it, hmm?"

Diluc's knees weakened and a lump in his throat emerged. His stomach churned as he tried to quell the evergrowing unease that wrecked his entire body.

No one was thinking straight.

"Don't be stupid. You won't survive a day in Dragonspine."

"I know." You said. "But at least there would be one less problem for you to worry about, right? One less troublesome citizen in Mondstadt for you to care about."

His breath hitched.

Diluc heard a yelp.

He pulled back.

Diluc touched you. He didn't process what he had done but he grabbed your wrist and there was a burn mark where he singed it. Diluc looked down at the palm that betrayed him and the fumes that came from it only proved his guilt.

A shiver ran down his spine.

The burn marks on your skin were in the shape of his fingertips. 

It was a second-degree burn.

You must be in incredible pain by now but you didn't show it, and that made Diluc all the more anxious.

"(Y/n), wait–"

Your cheeks were wet as you faced him. Whatever physical discomfort you were feeling at the time was overridden by malice.

Overridden by anger, overridden by betrayal, overridden by spite.

"Hah." You laughed bitterly. 

"Compared to being stuck in a bar with you, looks like I'll be safer in the mountains after all."

No words came out of his mouth. The outcome of this argument had been decided long before he tried to get you to stay.

It was a stalemate.

You stormed out of Angel's Share afterward and that was the last time you and Diluc had a proper conversation. The people Diluc deemed most important leave him, and that is no longer a rumor but a promise after you walked out that door. Since then, you actively avoided the general public– avoided him. 

Diluc started donning thick black gloves after that incident. It's impossible to convince him to take it off in public. 

But that didn't stop Diluc from worrying. Every time he was far away from you, it seemed as though he was counting his breaths and breathing manually.  He still manages to slot time in his schedule to look after you. From afar, of course. At this point, he is assured that you are aware of who the Darknight Hero was. Your irrational disdain for the icon contained the same venom you spare for him. Diluc can't and won't stop you from disparaging him. He was adamant that he deserved it with how he treated you.

In his vacant hours, Diluc crawls to his bed and hugs his pillow. Sometimes his fingers will grasp it in desperation, other times he would slowly caress the pillowcase and pretend that it was your back. These actions were coupled with deep breaths, and inevitable moments of indecent thoughts would emerge. The image of your inviting eyes and soft lips haunted his feverish dreams. Naturally, there are moments when he was unable to endure the coldness of being alone in a king-sized bed.

So he stalks you in the guise of "patrolling".

News that involves the Knights of Favonius travel fast, and it's no longer just a passing rumor that they will return this week. The gossipers have already chanted their "I told you so!"s before the cavalry battalions stepped foot inside Mondstadt's gates. 

And you were secretly there too. It's kind of cute that despite ranting on about spending the rest of your days in an isolated Mountain, you broke that promise to see your favorite cousin.

Diluc frowned. At this point, Diluc wished you rode off Varka's coat-tails instead if it meant dissuading your aspirations will turn out like this. His relationship with the knights and your cousin may be strained, but it's still part of his duty as a Ragnvindr to treat the grand master with the utmost respect.

Even when that overprotective titan does make a habit of interfering with your relationships. But it's a reasonable vendetta. You would have been blissfully riding on horseback beside the grand master's steed if Diluc hadn't discouraged you from pursuing knighthood.

Seeing you scurry in the dark was the highlight of Diluc's day, but he raised his chin and pretended not to notice your presence. He's a renowned figure who can't hide behind the barrels as you do, so he ought to at least formally welcome Grand Master Varka Imunlaukr--

"You should watch what you say, Miss."

Diluc stopped from his trail. He had not heard it recently but there was a certain familiarity in that voice.

The scent of embers wafted in the air.

And when the smoke cleared, only one figure remained standing firm whilst the other cowered in fear.

Diluc clenched his jaw.

It was "Fixer".

"O-Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come off that strong! I'm just saying you should be careful what you say next time! You never know if you're hurting someone already." The blonde green-eyed man babbled and shrank in an attempt to make himself look small, but the observers already know how much of a threat he truly poses.

"R-right..." Marjorie whimpered.

"Tch." Diluc unwittingly bit his nail.

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.

He believed that he made a sizable arrangement with the Tianquan to stop the majority of ships that boarded Liyue till the next month. How could Thoma possibly get here? Diluc couldn't help but feel incredibly frustrated at every sacrifice and work he made to postpone your reunion. Thoma's here, walking around with his unbelievably chipper self, so what had it all been for?!

Thoma terrified Diluc. Compared to "Ajax", he can't get rid of him by just calling him "Tartaglia" in a "slip-of-the-tongue".

But Thoma is a target now. Diluc would've gladly taken Childe as his ally to avoid the chance of Thoma winning you over, but he would rather die than be in cahoots with the Fatui. Diluc knew how in sync you two were as kids. He could not compete with what is called "natural chemistry".

The key difference is that Thoma can stop himself from hurting others, but Diluc can't help but burn you in one touch.

Diluc bit his bottom lip.

It was an irritating scenario. He could accuse Thoma of destroying private property, but that would make him look callous right away. And that's not something you want to be viewed as next to the kid who just got back in town. Diluc sucked it up and let Thoma babble on.

What happened next was a blur.

Thoma attempted to make small talk with Diluc, but one of his conversation starters triggered something that made him space out. 

Diluc only realized he was already home when his butler Elzer jolted from how loud he closed the door. His mood only worsened as he glimpsed at Kaeya waiting for him on a prowl. The captain is keenly aware of Diluc's foul mood when it comes to knighthood. Diluc makes the effort to remind him in almost every interaction. 

His brother gave him an omniscient smile. 

"Poor Diluc... Did the grandmaster spew a long-winded Knights of Favonius hiring ad again?"

Diluc snarled. "On the contrary, I haven't encountered him."

Kaeya raised an eyebrow teasingly. This should be fun for him. Diluc had yet to kick him out. "Oh? Then why the long face?"

"You know why, Kaeya."

It's because he became so engrossed in his feelings that he failed to remember his responsibility to look after you.

Diluc leaned his head on the doorframe. He overlooked the fact that you were suffering as a result of hearing Marjorie's insults, and he should've tried to help.

He got too busy after finding out that Thoma warranted a room in Goth Hotel and he will be set to stay for two months at most, much to Diluc's dismay. He could stoop low and ask Kaeya for a scheme, but Inazuma's Tri-Commission had some cards up their sleeves. How on earth did Thoma receive a Lordship's protection? The uncrowned King of Mondstadt certainly has a pitiful lack of influence. It's petty, but he forced the hotel to raise its prices in retaliation.

Kaeya laughed. "Heh. Course I do. It's just more satisfying to hear you admit it."

The white-haired butler chimed in. "Pardon me, Master Diluc, but what should we do with the... "pest" that's lurking in Dragonspine? He seems to be getting close to (Y/n)." 

"Damn it."

Diluc slammed the wall with his clenched fist. The impact didn't break anything, but the entire manor heard his outburst. 

He can't touch Childe. 

"Ajax" and Thoma are the only support systems you have left, and Diluc is not a horrible man to selfishly take that away from you. 

You're in a fragile mental state and you need someone to talk to, and Diluc is not the right person for the job. His conversations with you frequently turn sour. Crepus brought him up to be a gentleman, yet out of concern, Diluc subconsciously uses harsher language towards you. His wit and sarcasm stand in the way of his desire to be more open. Unlike Thoma, Diluc has trouble finding the perfect words to say. Should he attempt to divulge Ajax's secret identity, you'll just come to hate him more.

Diluc loves you. And he doesn't want to see you break further. This is the least selfish wish he has.  

The butler no longer tried to fish out answers while Kaeya snickered. The look on Diluc's face showed that he was back to another round of self-depreciation and Elzer didn't want to deal with the same song and dance again.

Elzer figured that it was his time to leave and let his brother handle this alone, but his master kept talking.

"Thoma's back home too."

Elzer's mouth opened in shock while Kaeya looked indifferent. It's no surprise that he already heard the news. He likely sent Huffman to solve Marjorie's problem.

"H-Huh? Mister Thoma?! I thought the ships in both Doorman port and Liyue harbor can't set sail here?"

"No shit," Diluc muttered in a low husky whisper as he removed the scrunchie that held up his high ponytail. "He must've had connections with the Tri-Commission in Inazuma. Should've guessed that sooner. A pen name like "Fixer" should've set some alarms straight off. There's a high chance Thoma became a bigshot in his father's hometown."

"Right... "Fixer"." Kaeya hummed. He propped his head up pensively. 

Diluc is more than familiar with his sworn brother's body language. Whenever Kaeya relaxes into this particular demeanor, an idea would be set in stone, for better and for worse.

"You know Diluc... having a Fixer wouldn't be so bad... It would surely solve your pest problems, wouldn't you agree?"

The two were silent as they tried to decipher what the captain was attempting to insinuate.

Ahh... He's right.

Diluc smiled subtly and crossed his arms.

Kaeya can be pretty useful sometimes. 

"Hah." Diluc nodded with an airy chuckle "I get it now. I can't believe I didn't think about it sooner." 

"This situation is an easy Scholar's mate all along."

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A masked figure dragged Thoma away closer to Dragonspine's Outskirts in one fell swoop.

The stranger did not speak. He forced him out of the area silently and with ease. Thoma couldn't identify who it was as a golden owl-shaped mark covered his visage. Additionally, his dark cape aided to conceal most of his features. Looking up in a worm's-eye view was no help at all.

"W-Who are you?!"

The stranger glared down.

So, Thoma did come to Dragonspine. How desperate and gullible. Diluc should pay Charles extra for leading him here.

Thoma trembled. He wasn't sure if the temperature or the red glint in his opponent's eye was what caused his body to react. He crept backward as the man with the mask towered above him.

"I-I have a vision!" Thoma proudly proclaimed. "I'd think twice if I were you."

The stranger knelt to his level and yanked him by the collar. Both immediately cast fire in their palms, and that instance made Thoma falter. They're pyro vision users, yet he doubts he could put up a fight with someone twice as physically built as he is. Thoma tried to conceal his fear with a brave look, and the stranger kept quiet about how Thoma's fire was gradually fading. 

"Tsk."

The stranger dropped his hold on him.

"How ungrateful. I just saved you."

The man turned his back and slowly started walking away. He raised his hand and beckoned Thoma to follow.

Thoma scrambled to get his bearings and stood up.

"E-Excuse me?"

"That Snezhnayan man you saw just now," The stranger lit up a nearby torch and continued.

"That was Tartaglia, Number 11 of the Fatui Harbingers."

"A Fatui Harbinger?" 

Every alarm in Thoma's head blared in a second. 

"(Y/n)!!!"

That blue-eyed man was a harbinger?! Why are you hanging out with him?! That's too dangerous! You need him NOW--

"Stay put." The stranger commanded, and the authoritative flair in his voice froze Thoma in his place. "The... fisherman is not yet aware of this fact."

"Then we should get there and tell them!-- Mmph!"

The stranger pulled him by the collar once again and covered Thoma's mouth.

"Not yet."

Diluc won't let you know just yet. 

Or at the very least, he won't let Thoma play the hero.

Thoma squirmed and broke free.

"Neither of us is fully capable of tackling him head-on." The stranger said. 

"But (Y/n) is in danger right now!" Thoma tried to pry his arm away from the stranger's hold but his resistance was futile. "We have to save them--"

"If you do that, Tartaglia might just put an end to their life right then and there. Do you want that to happen, Mister Thoma?"

There was a tight feeling in Thoma's throat.

(Y/n)... dead?

It was just a few sentences, but it was enough to make Thoma feel like vomiting. That made the stranger satisfied. It looks like he won't need to bluff in extreme detail on what the consequences may be.

Manipulating Thoma was disgustingly easy.

"But..."

The stranger fished out a pen and paper from his robes before handing it to him. Thoma looked down at it and sent him a quizzical look. 

"If you want to save (Y/n), you can always do it through words, Fixer."

A king's moves may be restricted, but that doesn't stop him from letting others do the work for him. Diluc Ragnvindr is the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt. A mere soldier and poet are nothing but pawns to him.

It's the perfect crime. Diluc still can't believe he hasn't thought about it sooner. It's almost too easy. He only needs to utilize four moves in his plan, truly reminiscent of a Scholar's mate. Sending Childe a forged sparring request 'sent' by Varka, setting up a one-sided meeting where Thoma spies on you and Childe together, manipulating Fixer to expose him, and...Well, there's no need to dwell on that for now. The last step will be the most difficult but Diluc must make sure the third step is a success first.

After all, the uncrowned King is still searching for his Queen, so keep stepping forward.

Please, come back to his side of the chessboard, (Y/n) (L/n). 

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[viisoul]

CERTIFIED DICK RIDER!

{dom!zoro , sub!fem!reader , car sex, non-established relationship, semi-public? not much else:3}

y/n’s huge crush on zoro doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone she’s close with. however, the fact that they’re not close is heartbreaking. however, a certain call seems to make their fate take a turn for the better.

it seemed as if y/n always had zoro's name in her mouth. every time she had a conversation, she somehow managed to get him in the mix. zoro this, zoro that, and then she found a way to slip in his name during a conversation about the next biochemistry quiz.

it's not like she could help it, she just loved him so much. she believed that they were made for each other. after all, he was a football player, she was a cheerleader, it was inevitable for them to see each other. they also were close with luffy—, but everyone knew who luffy was.

either way, she believed that guy was her soulmate. but the craziest thing was that they barely talked to each other. well, that was until about a week ago, when he'd called her out of the blue while she was prepping for her cheerleading practice.

it was a dumb topic, he needed an opinion on something, and they continuously talked until she had to hang up the phone to go to her practice. it broke her to do that, but she had to.

though, she'd immediately felt her heart thump against her chest and her face get hot when she saw a notification from her messages, that person texting her being none other than zoro.

he'd asked her if she was back from practice so they could call and talk more, and ever since then, it'd been them interacting nonstop.

one day, he'd even fallen asleep while talking to her, and he still had his camera on. she was so happy to see him like that, she wished he was like that in her room and in her bed, next to her with his arm around her waist.

she loved zoro so much, her friends honestly thought she was going crazy.

after all, she did a little happy dance and became all giggly when he called, texted, or walked away after he spoke to her in front of her friends. she was the one he'd complain to about practice and the upcoming football game, she was the one he'd ask for advice when he wasn't sure what to do, she was the one he texted every morning and called every night, and she was the one he'd offer rides to and from school with a kiss on the cheek as a form of payment.

how could she not like him?

she was his first choice, and that was obvious. maybe she was being a little overreactive, but she was a bit delusional. there was no cure for that.

"that reminds me of the time when zoro asked if i needed a ride home, and—."

a loud, dramatic sigh came from her older brother, who just so happened to be on the football team right along with zoro. y/n narrowed her eyebrows.

"what?"

"why are you always talking about that guy? he probably doesn't talk about you like you do."

she shrugged. "so? he's still my ma—."

"uh, no he's not. you're not even dating him."

"ugh, can you shut up?!"

"no, 'cause y're such a dick rider! he's all you talk about!"

"well, if that's the case, i will continue to ride it proudly." she giggled.

her older brother rolled his eyes. "you're ridiculous. you just better be ready for our game tonight."

"oh, i will be."

and like the young woman she was, she kept her word. she was ready for this game, because she was ready to see zoro finally play again after they started talking more. he'd been on probation for fighting, so now his temporary punishment was finally lifted.

she was going crazy seeing him play, she could barely focus on her cheers without trying to suppress the urge to shout for zoro.

when the game was over, she made the bold choice to run and give zoro a big hug. after all, he was the one who carried the game, because when he wasn't playing they'd either lost or won by at best five points.

her actions raised suspicions amongst some, but neither of them cared. because now, they were in the backseat of his car, her sitting on his lap as they practically exchanged spit with each other.

his large hand was planted on her thigh, rubbing her skin so softly. her arms were wrapped around his neck while her fingers played with his rather soft strands of hair.

not to mention their clothes thrown on the passenger seat, the two being in only their undergarments.

the two pulled away for a breath of air, a small string of saliva connecting from their lips.

"zoro..." she whispered.

"mmh?" he hummed.

"m'ready."

"me too..." he planted a kiss on her neck, sucking and biting on her skin.

y/n heaved a shaky sigh, her acrylic nails scratching at his bare back. he didn't stop until he left a mark, a dark and noticeable one at that. zoro ran his tongue across the mark, then kissed up her jaw, all while rubbing his thumb against her clit which was covered by a mere piece of thin fabric.

he'd taken a condom out, the ones he had in a 'just in case' situation.

a small grin grew on y/n's lips, though, she was quite nervous herself. her heart was pounding and she'd actually come to the realization of what she was about to do. though, she quickly calmed herself down when she focused on who she was about to do it with.

"you good?" zoro questioned, eyebrows narrowed as he placed the condom in his mouth to rip it open.

"mhm..." she nodded her head slowly.

"we don't gotta do this, y'know. you sure you ready for it?"

"uh..." she swallowed thickly, eyes trailing down to the huge bulge between his legs. "y-yeah!"

"alright." he shrugged, digging into his boxers and not hesitating to pull his cock out.

her eyes visibly widened upon seeing it. it was so big and thick, veins running from base to his brownish tip. she watched as he slid the plastic on, but he'd been looking at her mesmerized expression the entire time.

she shook her head, focusing on taking off the rest of her undergarments just as zoro did. y/n nervously unclamped her bra, allowing it to fall off of her shoulders and onto the floor of the car. she then reached for her panties, so lacy and thin that zoro could see right through.

was she expecting this to happen?

zoro didn't know, but he was damn sure glad she wore her matching set, because she looked so good in it.

he laid back, leaning against the car door as he reached for her hips, soon grabbing them when she was close enough. her soft hands wrapped around his large cock as she lifted herself, his tip aligning perfectly at her hole.

"zoro..." she whispered.

"huh?"

"are you sure we won't get caught?"

"it's fine, y/n. trust me."

"okay..." and with that, she slowly sunk down on his dick, a moan coming out simultaneously from both of them.

zoro shut his eyes, his grasp on her waist becoming more firm. he hadn't expected her to be so tight, and he definitely didn't expect a pretty little girl like her to know how to ride dick.

yet, she'd surprised him.

it was a highly anticipated moment. y/n practically dreamed of pleasing zoro, seeing his cute little face when he found out how good she was at making him feel.

she stayed still for a moment, allowing herself to adjust to his size. y/n reached for the seat, using it to stabilize herself as she began to bounce on zoro's cock. she started off slowly, still trying to get the hang of it since this was something she wasn't used to. however, the slowness began to become agonizing for both of them, so she sped up her pace.

zoro thought she sounded so pretty, letting out breathy whines of his name and moaning because his dick was making her feel good. he let out a deep exhale, helping her bounce on every inch of his length. he planted a rough slap on her ass just to hear that cute little whimper slip from between her lips. he was so thick inside of her, stretching her out and touching every sweet spot.

"good fuckin' girl," he grunted. "doing so good f'me. don't stop, baby."

hearing zoro's voice with that wavering undertone was enough to tell her how much she was pleasing him. that alone was sufficient to make her not want to stop. despite her not wanting to stop, it was a bit hard to force herself to move up and down on his thick, lengthy cock even though zoro was helping her. she let out whiny squeals, babbling about how big he was and how good he felt inside of her.

zoro was mesmerized by how her tits bounced so freely, her hardened nipples perked out so prettily. y/n's fucked out face was so cute, almost seeming like his dick was making her dumb. she looked like such a pretty slut, mindlessly bouncing on his cock with her dazed eyes rolled to the back of her head.

if only her friends knew how much of a whore she really was for him.

"zoro~!" she whined. "m'so close!"

"come on," his heavy voice resonated through the car. "give it to me, princess."

she moved her hands from the seat to zoro's toned chest, beginning to roll her hips against his pelvis. keeping him so deep inside of her like that made her whine loudly, his tip grazing over her g-spot every time she thrusted herself forward.

her acrylic nails scratched at his skin, her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth. she could feel her stomach twisting at how close she was, and she couldn't hold it anymore.

repeated whimpers of his name slipped from her lips, and she felt herself orgasm around him. her velvety walls clenched around him, making him grunt and cum right along with her. it'd come out in slow, thick spurts inside of the condom.

he ran his hands down her ass, giving it a tight squeeze until he was finished gushing out all of his warm cum. she continued grinding on him until she'd finally calmed down, panting and falling atop of him with his dick still inside.

"you did s'good." he complimented, his large fingers trailing down her thighs.

"thanks."

"i hope you know that means you and this pussy belong to me from now on."

"yeah... but m'not complaining."

♡

#roanoa zoro #anime #manga #writers on tumblr #zoro x female reader #zoro x reader #zoro imagine #zoro smut #one piece #one piece x reader #modern au #college au

[taylorsv3rsion13]

we never go out of style || c.f.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

A/N : this chapter even though it's the episode where conrad finds his mom w cancer, it's not gonna be in this chapter because i have other plans :) ALSO chapters will come out as quick as they can. i have been busy recently and will be busy for the next couple of weeks, though, i’ll try squeezing in some writing time.

words : 1.9k

synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.

Growing up pin Cousins, I made a lot of memories. And yeah, most of them started with a song, and ended with a boy.

Every summer I found myself dancing in the living room with Belly. Both of us being terrible whatsoever. We would complain about how we needed a dance partner, and then two of the guys would come in.

Usually I got Conrad and Jeremiah went to Belly.

For fun, Belly and I used to practice being debs. To think that we actually wanted to do it when we were younger.

"God we need partners." I complained as I fell onto the couch.

"Steven!" Belly yelled to get her brothers attention.

Steven scoffed a no as he continued to play his video games.

"Here, I'll be your partner." Conrad said as he got up from the couch, walking over to me.

"Jeremiah, please." Belly said as she practically begged him.

He laughed a little before getting up to help us.

The music continued as Belly and I were spinning around, yet we couldn't even take ourselves seriously.

I concentrated hard on the steps as Conrad counted out the beats. I messed one up as I stepped on his foot.

"I'm so sorry." I laughed a little.

He shook his head, "Don't worry, it's fine."

The four of us continued to practice ballroom dancing as Belly and I were spun around.

I did knock into Conrad a few times, maybe more than I should've which made the both of us laugh.

"Sorry." I said awkwardly.

"It's okay. It's fine." He would say.

And now, Belly and I were both in an actual dance room. Practicing for our moments of being a deb.

Cameron stood with her as I looked around awkwardly in the heels I was borrowing.

I practiced the steps by myself, but if I'm being honest, I just felt stupider. Everyone else had their partners, and they were all socializing, while I stood awkwardly in the midst of it.

I took off the gloves that I had been given as I took out my phone from my pocket. I needed Conrad to save me from this mess. Or someone atleast.

I texted him a quick "Hey" before putting my phone back in my pocket.

We had gotten a brief introduction of who Ms. Covington was, before we all began walking with her instructions. I turned to no one, and couldn't help but feel sorry for my own self.

"Hey. Where's your escort?" Nicole asked as she made her way over to me.

"Oh, I just haven't really found one. And none of the guys want to do it with me.." I said awkwardly smiling at Nicole.

"That's okay, uh, I-I'll be your partner for today."

"Really?" I asked.

"Sure, I'm your deb sister. But you're going to need an escort for your big night." Nicole reminded me. "Paige is going to have an aneurysm if you wait too long."

I laughed a little, "Yeah, so will Susannah."

We both laughed at the comment as she began helping me through the steps. I wasn't horrible, but I definitely wasn't good either.

"Did you do all this last year with, Conrad?" I asked Nicole as I missed her foot by a mere inch.

"Well, Conrad was actually spared Ms. Covington. I was supposed to go with this guys James, but he dropped out last minute. So Conrad stepped in to save me."

"Oh yeah, Susannah taught the boys a lot of dances." I said as I remembered the dances we used to do in the living room and in the ktichen.

"Conrad, actually, he-he had left me on read last night." Nicole stammered. "And I was wondering if you've seen him today."

"Um.." I thought back to last night and everything filled inside of me again. Happiness and excitement. "No, he was still asleep when I had left." I lied.

"Ooh!" Nicole exclaimed as I accidentally stepped on her foot.

"I am so sorry." I began to apoligize.

"No, no, it's okay, don't worry." She smiled as everyones eyes had turned to us.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked. "I'm so sorry."

"No, it's nothing, it's alright."

"Hey ladies." I turned my head to Jeremiah. "Mind if I have this dance?" He asked.

"Yes actually." Nicole and I both said which made us laugh a little.

"Belly..." Jeremiah said.

"Jeremiah, you're gonna get me in trouble with Paige." I said, pointing to his sheer basically netted top.

"Hey." He whistled over to Steven who happily took off the coat of his tux, handing it to Jere.

Nicole raised an eyebrow, "Okay, Harry Styles?"

"How's this? It's better?" He questioned.

I gave out a small laugh as I shook my head.

Jere didn't take much of the dancing seriously which made the both of us laugh as we waltzed through the room. I could hear snickers from Steven.

"Hey Alexa, play "So Pretty"" Jeremiah said quickly to the Alexa in the room.

The speaker began playing the song as we all looked at Jeremiah who was already dancing on his own with disappointed looks from Ms. Covington.

Ms. Covington didn't seem to care for long as she let us all dance to the music freely, obviously knowing she'd get complaints from us if we had asked her to stop with the song.

"What. Is going on here?" Paige asked as she came into the room. She ordered Alexa to stop and we all stood there, staring straight at her.

"Jeremiah Fisher, why aren't you at the pool?" She asked.

"We had a code brown." He lied. "Yeah, we had lost the keys to get into the chemical closet."

Paige shuffled through her little binder, pulling out a key and tossing it to Jeremiah. "There you go."

"Thanks." Jeremiah slightly whispered. He looked over to me, "See ya later, Y/N/N."

"All right everyone, let's try that again..." Paige sighed. "This time without, whatever that was."

I looked back up from where I was standing and saw Conrad in the doorway. I smiled at him as he gave me a peace sign.

What I barely saw was Nicole in front of me, who waved at Conrad as I did as well.

Nicole giggled as she made her way over to me, knowing she was my partner now that Jeremiah was kicked out.

My phone rang with messages, "Oh sorry, I just have to check this." I said.

My phone had a text from Conrad, saying "See you when you get back."

I couldn't help but smile just a little.

I continued dancing with Nicole, who now seemed to be in a better mood after the interaction with Conrad.

The practice didn't last long, giving me the perfect chance to go home, change into a swimsuit, and bike over to the beach for a quick swim.

I came home after the beach, seeing Jeremiah lay staring straight up at the sky.

I laughed a little, "What's with the flower crown?"

"My mom's getting ready to paint me as Hermes, messenger of the gods." Jeremiah said, but he didn't seem very stoked about it.

"Isn't that cool." I said smiling.

I looked around the backyard, but couldn't even find Conrad. I feel like something was happening between us again. I just didn't know what.

"Who you looking for?"

"Oh, I just um, thought Conrad would be back by now."

Jeremiah sighed before getting up, "Where have you been?"

"Just at the beach."

"You never go to the beach alone, are you okay?"

"Of course I am, I just wanted some me time." I said smiling.

"Well, if you are upset, Laurel and my mom... they're high-key stoned right now." Jeremiah said.

I looked at him in shock before laughing, "You're joking."

"I'm not!"

I shook my head.

"Yeah, all of the good snacks are gone."

Susannah had brought me out to inspect her painting of Jeremiah. Laurel followed out after me, but I couldn't stop staring at the painting.

"Ah- It's... um-" Was all that could manage to come out.

"Mmhmm." Jeremiah mumbled, trying to add on.

Laurel pointed at the painting, "Picasso and Jackson Pollock had a baby." She laughed.

"What?" Susannah said as she too had to get a better look of her painting.

All of us now stood around the painting, looking at what should've been Jeremiah.

"Oh my god, it's terrible." Susannah said as she began to laugh uncontrollably which made the rest of us break into fits of laughter as well.

Susannah and Laurel called us brats before leaving the house for a beach walk.

I walked up to my room, Jeremiah following close behind, "Come on, let's go swim."

I looked at my room. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and nothing was organized. "I actually have to clean my room, I'm sorry."

Jeremiah pouted, "How come nobody ever wants to play with me?"

I only smiled before walking into my room, "Later."

I mean I wouldn't say I was lying, but at the same time I wanted to hangout with Conrad, but he wasn't even here

A loud clammer from outside brought me away from cleaning. Conrad was outside, putting the easel and portrait back up.

I smiled as I made my way down the stairs, out to the deck.

Every summer focused on Conrad. This one was different though.

"You're back." I smiled.

He gave me a quick smile saying a quick "Hey" as well.

I helped put away some of the art supplies, as there was obviously some sort of tension yet again.

"How are you and your mom?" He asked.

I stammered a little, "Oh my mom- uhm, yeah we're good."

He took the water pitcher and paint brushes from me, our hands centimeters away from touching.

"What happened last night?" I asked.

"What do you mean." His back was to me.

I sighed, "For crying out loud we almost kissed."

"Really?" I was pretty wasted. Don't remember much."

He tried walking away, but I followed.

"Are you actually serious?" I asked, making eye contact with him.

Conrad shrugged, "Okay, so what. We almost kissed."

I stood there, just looking at him. I don't know what I wanted him to say, but I wanted it to be more. I wanted him to quit playing with me like how he used to.

"What do you want me to say, I'm sorry?" He asked.

I scoffed, "Are you sorry?"

"I don't know."

I just gave up. I couldn't win him and I was dumb to think so.

"Y/N, I think about you. And you know that I do. I just... I can't."

I held back all the tears that I possibly could. "I'm not playing these dumb games with you anymore."

There's been a lot of built up frustration recently. A lot more than I can hold. It's hard and it hurts.

It's hard being by yourself. Especially when everyone has someone else.

I waited a long time til Susannah got home. She was the one person I knew I could talk to. So as soon as she walked through the doors, she saw me.

"Hey, Sweetie, what are you doing down here?" She asked.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked, wiping away a tear that had just fallen from my eye.

She hugged me tightly, "Of course we can, I'll get a pot of tea ready for us.

I sat at the kitchen island as I watched her prepare my favorite tea. One that I used whenever feeling down.

"What's on your mind?" She asked as she sat down beside me at a stool.

"Do you believe in second chances?" I asked, looking up at her eyes.

"Of course I do. Especially for your age. You guys are new to love, experimenting."

"Susannah, I'm getting really mixed emotions and I don't know what to do."

All at once everything began to spur out of me.

Conrad walked in once during my little rant, but Susannah had shooed him off.

I jumped in the pool, ready for my late night swim. It was calming, peaceful almost.

Jeremiah hopped into the pool. But his tone was different.

"You're my best friend"

"And you're mine." I smiled.

"There are times where I wanted it to be more."

I looked at him in shock, "Jere-"

He grabbed my hand and I allowed it. I didn't stop him.

And there I was. 12 in the morning. In the cold pool. Kissing Jeremiah Fisher.

I let go.

"I'm sorry. I can't."

#conrad fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty #conrad x y/n #tsitp #belly conklin #conrad fisher #steven conklin #taylor jewel #susannah beck #susannah fisher #laurel conklin #summer #tsitp season 1 #tsitp season 2

[gadriezmannsgirl]

It's Our Thing - P.G

Hope you like it, guys! It's a bit long but it's really cute.

Please, remember English it's not my first language! So, sorry if there's any misspell

When you first met Gavi, it wasn't in the best of terms. Your best friend, Andrea, was and still is a huge fan of the Barcelona team, meanwhile you, you did knew a bit of your rookies, about football and stuffs because of your two older brothers, you learned to like the game and understand every single thing of it. You just never really went all in into it and never really looked for a favorite team, to cheer on and suport.

So, when she announced herself at your parents, saying she got you a number 6 Gavi jersey and showed you a pair of tickets for Barcelona vs. Cádiz, in LaLiga, you didn't complain.

You didn't complain about the tickets but you left in her hands the Barcelona jersey, sitting once more in the couch, in your previous position.

"C'mon, Y/N/N" She whined "This is the cute guy I was talking you about. I truly think you'd like him"

"And why would I like him if he doesn't know me?"

"C'mon, don't be that way. Just because Louis Tomlinson had a kid without you doesn't mean, you can't have it with Ga-OUCH!"

"That fucking hurt, you know?" You said pointing a finger at her after throwing her one of the cushions next to you

"Sorry" She sat down next to you "He's our age and he even shares the same birthday date as you"

"That's nice to hear. A lot of people was, is and will be born in August 5th, you know?" You said going back to your phone "I accept the invitation, I'll never turn down a good match but I won't be using anyone's name on my back but mine. So... Unless you've a Y/LN jersey, I'm going in normal clothes"

She sighed throwing her head back "Fine" She agreeded "But we are so cheering for Barcelona"

And that was it.

The day of the match came in and you girls were at Camp Nou, looking for your seats. Andrea had gotten the best seats, nearly close the pitch, being separated only by the bench and the guards, from where you girls where you could hear everything the players, directors and coaches could yell at perfection.

It was great.

After a little while, a selling guy passed and you bought some mango juice while your friend had a Coca-Cola and asked for a few snacks to have while the game was on.

Right now, the players were warming up for the match

"Is it possible for someone to look so good as Eric García is looking?" You laughed while taking your drink to your lips to have a sip of it

"You're crazy for that man, aren't you?"

"¡CUIDADO!"

Someone in the pitch, had yelled out, before you felt a strong hit at your jaw and hand, causing the drink you were having to spill all over you and the straw go up to your nose

"¡Maldición!" You yelled out while your friend quickly hurried up and gave you some napkins for your bleeding nose

"¡Ay díos mío!" You could hear people gasping and being worried about you.

The blood wasn't going easy

"Somebody help, please" Your friend yelled panicked

"Put your head up!" You heard someone in the back say and you did what you were told

"Oye, lo siento muchísimo" You heard a male voice say but couldn't quite recognize the owner of the voice

"Let's take her to the dressing rooms and have her checked out"

You, along with the help of your friend where scorted to the dressing rooms, even tho, you didn't feel anything besides the straw still on your nose even tho it wasn't there anymore and the hardcore pain, you didn't even know how were you walking around the insides of the Camp Nou

"Here" You heard someone say and Andrea made you sit down. And the doctor started to check your nose and do his job.

Some minutes later, you don't know how many, the players came in. The blood had stopped and you had a napkin on top of your nose

"How's she?"

"She'll be fine" The doctor said and explained a few things, for you, for your friend and for the guys who were worried.

"I'm so sorry" A brunette with big brown eyes said instantly "I was the one who hit you"

"Nice kick, bud" That's all you said before groaning a bit

"I'm truly sorry. I'm Pablo Gavi" You stared at his hand for a bit before handing him yours

"Y/N Y/L/N" You said simply.

"How can I make it up to you?"

"Practice at home your shoot" You said making the entire team laugh a little

"No. I mean, really, how can I make it up to you? I feel so bad" You shake your head a bit before hissing

"Just win. And that'll be it" You said trying to pull out the bloody napkin out of your nose "Can we go and see the game?" You asked lightly

"Of course" He said quickly nodding "Do you maybe want to watch it with the rest of the players in the bench?"

And that was the start of how Pablo got into your life.

The cheeky bastard, knowing your name, searched your Insta and slided into your DM's, soon developing a friendship and after a three months of friendship, he asked you out on a date.

August, 5 came in; and Pablo didn't quite knew that it was also your birthday, so when he invited you at his house to celebrate with his teammates and some of his friends of La Masía and his family; you asked if your best friend could come with you. Of course he said yes and off you went.

You didn't wanted to make a big thing for your birthday, you've already celebrated it with your friends at Uni, your fam did a little cake for you and they already (Even with your protest) gave you some presents.

"THE BIRHTDAY GIRL IS HERE ALREADY!" Your best friend shouted when you came into view and you quickly shushed her up

"Birthday girl?" Pedri asked

"No" "Yes"

You both looked at each other "It's Y/N's birthday"

"Lies"

"Is it your birthday?" Pablo asked in surprise

You sighed and nodded "It is"

"Why didn't you tell me that?! THIS IS AMAZING!" He said hugging you and giving you a cute kiss on your lips "¡Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor!"

And the wave of congratulations started to sorround you. Belén, Pablo's mother even went ahead and bought another cake just for you. And when the candles were blew out, Pablo turned to give you a kiss on your cheek and hug you tightly

"August 5th is our thing now, love"

Years passed by, six to be exact when he got down on one knee and proposed to you. On August 5th.

And now, two years later, already married and with two newborn babies. Natalia Alexia and Nicolás Martín Páez Y/L/N.

"They are so beautiful" Pablo said while having Natalia in his arms while you had Nicolás "She looks just like you"

"And he, like you" You replied "I never imagined falling in love with a football player, y'know?" You laughed "Andrea from the beggining told me that she thought you were fit for me. And you are" You giggled

Pablo with a smile on his face, walking over to you and leaning over to kiss your lips sweetly.

"And you are. You are fit for me, just like how I am fit for you" You smiled at him and kissed him once more "You look beautiful, señora Gavira" You laughed

"I look like I just gave birth to twins"

"Extremely sexy, may I add"

You shaked your head smiling and when you turned your head to watch the hour, it hit you.

04:29am

"Cariño" You said with a smile on. August, 5th "Happy birthday"

Pablo smiled looking at the clock as well "Happy birthday to you too, mi reina" He kissed you once more "Te amo"

Three hours ago you had given birth. On August, 5th.

"I love you too" You both smiled at each other before, Natalia moved in Pablo's arms making him look down at her "You know..." Pablo lifted his head from our baby girl "August, 5th is really our thing"

Pablo smiled and nodded "It really is our thing"

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@gaviypedrisbride

[lgwifey]

hey would you ever do a part two to delusions (robert x reader). id love to read it! x

delusions part two

Robert keating x fem!hewson!reader

Summery : Y/n’s being carted away to stay with her brother and coincidentally there’s only one person in when she arrives.

Warnings : not proof read, bad spelling ✨, cringe xx

Part One

2023

"I'm really sorry about you award tonight, I thought your new album was defiantly better than hers, smiley face"

Y/n turned around to face Anais and Issac whilst she lounged on their sofa in their living room where she had invited herself to stay for the night since Eli was in a strop and her dad was too concerned with him to notice she'd disappeared.

"How does that sound ?"

"Maybe rephrase the last sentence ? Something which is less," Issac paused for a minute before mimicking her frequent squeal, "I've been in love with you since I was thirteen oh my gawd you're so gorgeous."  His face turned to its regular serious after the dramatic second.

"So get rid of the 'your new album was defiantly better than hers' ?"

"Maybe something like 'I'm sorry about your award tonight, maybe try being a better musician ' ?"

The Irish girl turned to Anais with a mortified expression, quickly closing her phone.

"Maybe I should just leave it ?"

"Maybe ."

"Shut up Issac, no defiantly dm him at least, like he was giving major signs tonight."

The blonde gave the younger girl a suggestive wink before laughing, causing the other two to laugh as well.

"I'm not getting my hopes up anymore, but I'll just send a normal, platonic message to him which he probably won't see but what can ye do."

"That's our girl."

Issac have a small round of applause before leaving to go to the kitchen to get a drink after having to deal with the message rehearsals. Once he left the room, Anais made her way over to Y/n with a grin on her lips.

"What about a little snap, like just with a bra in the background ?"

Once again, y/n looked at her with a look of horror.

"My brother is with him !"

Y/n dragged her suitcases to the front of the terrace house, a glare to her dad who stood beside her. He knocked on the bright door whilst she gave another complaining huff.

“Look you don’t want to stay at your granny’s and your ma isn’t dealing with you by herself for three months so Elijah is the last option y/n. Trust me it took a while for him to agree to it.”

“I’m 21 and being babysat by my brother. Are you even able to comprehend how sexist that it. He was touring without anyone at 20 !”

“That’s different.”

Y/n just gawped in shock before letting out a very unusual noise that resembled something between a scoff and a choke.

Before her dad could say anything else, the door was swung open and none of the than Robert Keating stood there with wet curls and a towel wrapped around his waist.

Y/n flushed bright pink, immediately turning to look in the opposite direction, noticing the neighbours had a camera pointing at her as she did so.

“Oh sorry, thought yous where coming over tomorrow.”

“We where but plans changed, I texted Eli?”

“Oh the other three have been out all night, they ended up staying at some hotel I think.”

Y/n looked back to where the semi-naked 23 year old was stood, trying to make it look like she wasn’t overly fussed by his presence.

“Will you two be ok if I just leave her here, I’m already running behind.”

He looked over to where the younger girl stood staring intently at the wall next to him and let out a small smirk, barely noticeable since y/n had lost most of her vision from eye strain and Bono was busy with tour plans on his phone.

“Ai yeah, that’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Thanks Bobby, I’l see you in a few months y/n, yeah ?”

She just behave a nod before pulling up her suitcases’ handles. As she went to pick up her duffle off the floor, another hand met hers, a slightly bigger and callous one. She looked up to meet the bright blue eyes of Inhaler’s bassist and hugely her face go even redder.

“Urm…”

“Don’t worry love, I think I can handle a bag for you.”

He gave her a smile again and she knew if Anais was here she’d be eating up every second of this like Corrie.

masterlist

#inhaler x reader #inhaler #inhaler x fem!reader #inhaler x hewson!reader #robert keating x hewson!reader #robert keating x fem!reader #robert keating #robert keating x reader #elijah hewson #elijah hewson x sister!reader #bobby keating #bobby skeetz #Bobby Keating x reader #musicians x reader

[angelltheninth]

Reliable Information

Pairing: TVA!Loki x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, interrogations, ex's to enemies who flirt, curse words (son of a-), inappropriate use of magic, sexual tension

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: Loki being all attractive while he's interrogating you would not help at all.

"She's still not talking?" Loki peaked through the glass into the interrogation room where you sat handcuffed to the desk. "It's been a whole day."

Mobius crossed his arms over his chest, exhausted, "With some of our best agents too." No surprise there, as you were Loki's ex, except... that was a secret.

"So you need a little Loki charm to get her talking." The god of mischief smirked while adjusting his jacket, a cocky smirk on his face as he waltzed to the door, "Give me ten minutes alone with her. No cameras, I need to win her trust."

"No funny business Loki." Mobius yelled after him as if it would make any difference to Loki. Loki was a bit more agreeable as a partner as of late but most of time he acted like he wanted to. Worst of all was that it got results so Mobius couldn't even complain.

He walked in, confidence oozing from every part of his body, hands in his pockets, closing the door with his foot.

"So you're the pretty little thing giving my friend a headache. That's no good." The way he walked almost made it seem like he was skipping on air. He got to the chair and instead of sitting down normally he spun it around so the back was facing you and sat with his chin leaning into his crossed arms, "Only I can drive him crazy. If you take that away from me there's nothing fun to do around here."

"Ah, I head one of the brothers was working here, makes more sense for it to be Loki." You leaned forward, crossing your legs one over the other. The way Loki looked down made you think he could somehow see past the desk. "Although I'm surprised that you're willing to be the TVA's obedient doggie."

"What would you know of my days here? A little criminal, sitting here all strapped down to the desk." Loki mirrored your movements and moved to sit on the chair sideways to cross his legs, Okay, he could definitely see under there, "I liked you so much better when you were strapped down to my bed. You can still be, if you talk."

That's the game he wants to play? Now? Well in that case...

"If I recall I wasn't the only one getting... strapped. Your little tricks won't work on me Loki, I've seen all of them, and I'm not giving up my employers name. If you want me to talk you're gonna have to make me talk." As he was about to reply you ran your leg up his leg, watching as his mouth opened in surprise for a moment and then feel back into his usual smile.

"Lucky for me I have nothing but time. Literally, this place is insane. We could be reliving the same thing a hundred times and have no time pass at all. Can't you think of a few uses for it." He curled his fingers in a come here motion and all the memories came flooding back to you, "Come on sweetheart, just spill. And then I will." He moved his middle finger back and forth, a pleasant ghost of a touch between your legs, no, inside of you.

You quickly clenched your legs and bit the inside of your cheek, "You son of whore. You have the guts to do that here?"

"Yup." Loki didn't seem bothered by your accusation at all, did the same thing, only with both his middle and ring finger, "I can give you the real thing. Just talk to me. You can trust me this time."

His words told you he changed but his actions were a whole other story. You weren't buying it, "Go fuck yourself."

"Fine." The pressure inside you vanished and against your better judgement you missed it, "But you don't get to watch this time sweetheart. Watching privileges revoked until you let us know what we want to know. And don't bother lying to us." On his way out he turned back and smirked, making a tapping motion in the air, one that you also felt as your body stiffened in your chair and a almost startled whimper fell from your lips.

"You bastar-" No. He was having none of it. The door was closed.

"Well any luck?" Mobius asked him as Loki walked back into the hallway.

"Not yet. But I reckon I can convince her soon. She can't resist my charm for long." Loki winked, "Now excuse me I need to go fuck myself."

"Well alright, if she ta- wait... what?!" Loki laughed all the way to his bedroom, leaving behind a confused Mobius and you frustrated beyond all reason.

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki imagine #loki fluff #loki fanfic #loki x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel x you #marvel x female reader #marvel fluff #marvel fanfiction #mcu x reader #mcu x you #mcu x female reader #mcu imagine #mcu fluff #mcu fanfiction

[thedivineflowers]

HII!! My first time requesting so I feel a little silly, I love your works and as a former middle schooler I love thinking of these silly dudes as my brothers and I can imagine it really well through your writing and your humor is just like mine! In your parental terms fic I read Azul offer us a job at Mostro lounge and I honestly wanna know the daily activities and goofiness that happens on our work shifts😭 feel free to decline this I can’t wait for you deuces mom fic!<3🙈

Ofc ofc and I won't decline this masterpiece bb.

School night:

Clocking in at work:

When you clock in at work you gotta be early and then go to Azul's VIP room so you can tell him about the bitch who stole your test answers and eat your snack.

If you don't clock in at the right time you will be called and texted multiple times and hunted down by the twins who are just as worried about you as Azul.

When you're done with your snack you go change into your work uniform which is the dorm uniform but you have a lounge pin on your bowtie which has a tracker so Azul can keep an eye on you. And you also get your own version of Azul's coat because I know it's cold as fuck in that damn lounge.

Near beginning of shift:

If at any point you have to take a break not even one madol will be taken off your payment no matter how long your break is.

And ofc you goof off and you're allowed to be mean to the customers.

"Hey, I wanted clams not crabs!" A customer shouted at you. "AND I WANTED A SEA PONY, LIFE AINT FAIR." You shouted at the customer and threw a knife and fork on their plate.

You and Floyd are allowed to throw people out of the Lounge and you two mostly throw people out together.

You hold the person by their hands and Floyd holds them by their feet. You start swinging the person towards the opened lounge doors. "One..." You started "Two..." Floyd said "THREE!!" You both shouted at the same time and threw the ex customer out and closed the door with a satisfied sigh.

And sometimes if you can or want to Azul would host shows for you to entertain the audience and get more Madol 😈😈😈. And to make the school fear you. 🧍‍♂️

Middle of shift:

At this time you get a thirty minute break. You mostly get your breaks with the twins so they mostly take you to go feed the sea animals and try to help you with your homework if you have any. Or if you have nothing to do you go bother the other workers and scare them. More than half of them bitches are scared of your feral ass so you just gotta do some oogly boogly shit and theyll be saying sorry.

When your break ends you have to go back to work. But you are left in charge of the lounge when Jade and Floyd have to go observe a deal with Azul. So you mostly have customers complain to you while the twins are away and you get this time to mess with them if it's something stupid.

And most of the time is stuff about how they did not like the food when they just wanted to not pay for their food. They say this while they're paying and then demand a whole ass refund so you go into the secret monopoly money stash and give it to them saying it's limited edition madol. 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

And sometimes Azul himself will come in to see how things are doing and will chat with the guests but he's just watching and making sure that you're alright and don't need a break cause dawg you're a fucking kid working a whole ass job trying to get paid more than what Crowley gives you and you got all this stuff to do bro you couldn't even enjoy being a kid anymore when you first met the old ass man😔 😒.

Near the end of the shift:

At this time it's when the lounge starts closing up and people start leaving and this means extra money and coins to snatch 😈😈. You find about 500 madol lying around throughout the lounge and Azul says you can keep it most of the time.

And around this time Azul has you eat your dinner and calm down after working and you change out of your uniform right when the clock hits 9 (idfk so ima take a guess and say nine through ten at night). And when Azul makes sure your homework is completed and correct you'd be allowed to do whatever.

And sometimes it's too late to be walking out by yourself so Azul and the twins have you sleep in your own dorm room over there and if Grims with you he has his own bed and blankets next to yours. (It was demanded that the cat gets a bed by you or else you'd go bat shit around Azul's office. 🧍‍♂️) and you have your own matching pajama set that's similar to Azul so after you're done getting ready for bed you'd go in Azul's office sometimes to keep him company and drag him to his room because his eyebags look this close to being able to hold a whole fucking Walmart.

Weekend:

Clocking in:

It's morning time and you're ass is waking up at fucking 10 in the morning because you slept at 4 and almost pulled an all nighter.

You have to go to Azul's office when you wake up or else Azul will give you the day off to sleep and gaggle around.

And when you finish eating your breakfast and waking up you get to change into your uniform and choose what you want to do, paper work, keeping Azul company, or working with the twins.

You still get paid so 💃.

But sometimes Azul will have you turn into a merfolk by drinking a potion and you get to swim around the aquarium and spook the customers.

Middle of shift:

You get your break and your lunch to eat and it's free because you were able to say hello to Lucious the other day during the animal speech class.

And after that you get to do whatever you want or you could go and observe one of Azul's contract agreements thingies with the twins.

And if they try to like swing at Azul you get to go batshit and drag them outside while Azul cleans up his office for his next contract.

Near end of shift:

This time it's a little later which is 10 at night and you all clean up yiddy yadda but you get more extra change because you performed earlier.

Then you get to change out of your uniform once Azul tells you and you immediately have to take a shower then get ready for bed because you don't know when you're gonna sleep.

And obviously have no homework (🤮🤮 EEWWWWW) so you get stay up worh Azul and the twins watching national geographic, cooking shows, extreme cheapskates, boxing matches or basketball games. One of those. And you all end up sleeping on the couch in your room where the TV is (you're fucking spoiled) and sometimes you all would just sit around and gossip but no one knows what goes on in your room but the lights are always on until morning 😨. So far Floyd has taught you how to give a hug bigger than his 🤗. You've sent three people to the infirmary in less than two hours in school.

You obviously stay over because no one wants to go out that fucking late unless you're getting paid to go and rock someones shit 😒.

YEYEYEYEYEYEYYEY

I LOVE THOS SM JWHWBWJWJWJWM

Anyways I hope you like it. I know i was like kinda late I'm still working on the other ones so def look forward to those 😘😘😘

#thedivineflowers #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #middle school mc #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #octanvile x reader

[punsmaster69]

3/MAR/20XX

i lost what the actual argument was about, but i remember this started with a stuffed animal hitting my face.

it smacks into me, and i toss it back to frisk. frisk catches it and continues talking with flowey about something, before tossing it back.

we go back and forth tossing and catching this little plush-butterfly thing while frisk goes back and forth with flowey in conversation.

that quickly derailed into an argument, and the toy was thrown at flowey.

normally this is relatively fine outside of the fact that throwing things isn't nice and i'm s'posed to tell them that, per request of tori.

this time was not normal though, and flowey toppled over backwards off the box he and his pot were placed upon.

so, i have an angry flower wrapped around my arm like he's trying to choke it to death while we pick out a new pot for him.

"Well, no nice ceramic, clearly."

"Can't have anything shatterable like THAT anymore."

"we could put you on wheels or somethin'."

"....What?"

"like a racecar."

"I could have been on wheels this WHOLE TIME?!"

"probably."

"𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭 shame you didn't shatter that thing sooner."

i can't stop myself from wincing when he tightens his vines around my arm suddenly.

"𝐇 𝐞 𝐲."

he freezes.

"kid."

"maybe.. 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 try n' break my arm, alright?"

"What the hell was that?"

the vines loosen significantly.

"That... that was NOT comic sans."

"been the same guy this whole time, buddy."

flowey just keeps staring at me with that look on his face.

ignoring it, i pretended to be looking closely at the pot selection from asgore (that undyne and papyrus carried over) intensely.

"you picked out a pot yet or are you gonna keep complaining about fragile ceramics?"

"Whatever it was that made you bring up wheels, I want that."

"you wanna go 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 to the medal, huh? i'll talk with alphys, see what we can cook up."

"for now though, you still gotta pick something to attach the wheels 𝙩𝙤."

he rolled his eyes and glared at the choices in front of him, acting as if his selection of a green pot was completely random.

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frisk's punishment is helping flowey with his chores for a week.

flowey insists it isn't long or harsh enough,

"They could have KILLED me, you know!!"

but frisk gets in a surprising lack of (serious) trouble very often, so toriel was certain that a week is all that's needed.

he tried to get 𝘮𝘦 to ground 'em for longer instead.

"i don't have any jurisdiction over this, kid."

"You do over THIS KID!!"

"nope."

"They even said it themselves!"

"What else do you want? Death penalty?? C'mon, man."

frisk tried to push their bangs out of their face, forgetting that their hair isn't as long as it once was anymore.

"Here- listen..."

"Mom already made me apologize, but."

"I really am sorry, Flowey. Threw the stuffed animal because I figured it'd be the least harmful thing to throw and didn't think about you possibly going off-balance. I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Obviously."

"I'm still going to be mad about it."

"..That's fair. Broke your pot, and probably almost your face too."

"I'd be p-"

they glanced at me.

"Upset if YOU did that to ME."

"I get it already, you're sorry for being an idiot, this was an accident, yada-yada."

"Shut up now."

"Okay."

"And get this trashbag out of here!!"

frisk looked at me, and i gave them a shrug.

"ok. seeya."

like a magic act, i pulled a sheet from their bed and held it up to hide me. i dropped it and stepped backwards into our house.

papyrus and undyne were sitting in the middle of the living room floor, chatting loudly.

undyne gave me a quick high-five greeting and went back to their conversation.

met with a slight eye-rolling-minus-the-eyes gesture from my brother, i tossed myself onto the couch and rolled over onto my chest.

——

shoulda known.

got put in a pillow and sheet maze again.

#undertale #journal #sans #frisk #sans and frisk #frisk and sans #flowey #sans and flowey #rare asgore mention #papyrus #undyne #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans

[sweetheartturtle2007]

Sure darling, this is sooo cute 🥺

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You've know the boys for a very long time by now, they save you from getting robed one day and ever since then they became friends with you.

All of them had something that always make you smile and comfortable. Donnie with his long explications about everything always kept you entertained, Mikey cooking and drawing with you was always fun, raph teaching important stuff about self-defense and responsibility and Leo just being Leo around,Spending time with them was always better than being home alone. They loved your company so they never complained.

You loved to draw and you had a cute lil sketchbook with you almost all the time. The boys were always curious about what you were drawing (especially Mikey since he's the artist of the family), but they didn't want to invade your privacy so they never asked.

Until one day in particular, where everyone was at the living room preparing everything to watch a movie, you wanted to help but they insisted on you staying still in your sit while they prepared everything, after all you were a guest. With nothing else to do you pull out your sketchbook and started drawing. You stayed focus on the paper while you could hear the boy running around in the background, they really did feel like family, your family and you loved that. You were so entertained in your paper that you didn't notice the boys sneaking up behind you.

"what chu drawing?" Oh that voice and that mocking tone was obviously Leo.

You almost let out a scream of surprise, you sometimes forgot they were ninjas.

"what are you guys doing behind me?!"

"Sorry, we couldn't help our selfs..." Mikey said.

"were just sooo curious about you drawing."

"I'm not, I was just trying to resonate with them into leaving you alone"

"yeah sure dons, you wanted to look too"

They started a little argument, seeing them like this wasn't pretty for you so you decided to stop it.

You opened your sketch book and show it to their faces. They felt silent as they looked at the drawing, you were getting anxious, thinking they didn't like it.

"that's amazing!" They said all in unison.

Oh what a relief.

"That's us!, why didn't you show us earlier?"

You stood silent for a moment but then decided to speak up.

"well you see, ever since I met you guys, you always make me feel comfortable, you guys are like a family to me, you know....you're like my siblings and I never talk nor show you the drawings because I didn't know how you guys will react."

"Awww that adorable lil one, you obviously can call us your brothers" Leo put an arm around your shoulder"

"yeah! I'll be super fun to have a new sibling to spend time with!" Mikey hugged you

"I'll obviously accept, as long as you're not annoying" donnie said with a smile as he patted your head with his metallic claw (the one that comes out of his plastor)

"you were always like a sibling to us young one" raph hugged you as well

"Thank you guys, thank you" you said happily, this was going to be such a very welcoming family.

"but I'm obviously gonna be your favorite right?"

"LEO"

Yeah, a very welcoming one.

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Here it is darling, hope you liked it, sorry if it's a but rushed but I'm preparing myself for a vacation and I was busy, hope you like it tho ! @baileypie-writes

#requests #tmnt #tmnt fandom #tmnt raphael #tmnt 2003 #request open #tmnt mikey #tmnt donatello #bayverse tmnt #rise tmnt #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt headcanons #tmnt incorrect quotes #tmnt rise #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt fanart #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fan fiction

[skylarsblue]

May I make a request for an age regressed reader who really wants Bo Sinclair to watch MLP with them?

Or did I already send this? I don't know. ;-;

(I’m gonna assume this is Gen 4 because that’s the best one (fight me). Also, first age regression request! FLUFF TIME)

❀Bo w/ A Regressed MLP-Fan Reader❀

✧Age Regression; AGE REGRESSION IS NOT A KINK I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANY ARGUMENTS. It's cute and y'all need to accept it.✧ ❤Fluff, no cursing this time, hard opinions on fictional ponies, GN!Reader, a singular mention of a kink but it's just some silliness, reader briefly implied to have long hair but it's barely there❤

Age regression is a pretty niche thing to talk about, even more so back in the early 2000s. Gonna be real, bub, he's not gonna have any clue what you're talking about if you bring it up.

Seeing you regressed probably first happens as an accident, a stressful situation became too much and you just started acting differently. He wouldn't get it, watching you grow subtly more clingy and quiet, timid almost. He'd be concerned but he wouldn't ask questions at the time.

Assuming you brought it up later, he'd need you to explain it in at least three different ways, honestly. He's never personally experienced something like that(he thinks so anyway), which makes it hard for him to understand.

"Your brain just...makes you act like a kid sometimes? Why?" "Because my childhood was trash and it wants to find a way to cope. Being an adult is stressful, Bo." "...You got a point there."

After he's grown to understand it, he won't have any problems with it. Oddly enough, he'll slowly start to find it cathartic for himself. He'll find himself getting a lil dopamine boost whenever he starts noticing you doing something that signals you're teetering.

Won't indulge you in front of his brothers unless his brothers start to act kind of caregiver-ish. Bo don't share.

You will absolutely ruin the daddy kink for him. He can't hear the word in that context anymore and it makes him cringe when he does.

Bo doesn't like cartoons, he never really has. He's never really been a TV person in general, it tends to serve as background noise whenever he's doing something else. But he does have a habit of saying he won't be watching the show you're watching, then he'll just stand behind the couch, forgetting the task he was about to start.

Will probably tease you for liking My Little Pony, I'm not gonna lie. Nothing too mean though! He just likes making you all pouty.

He's gonna roll his eyes and cringe when you ask him to watch it with you. He's a grown man! He doesn't have any business watching a "little girl's show". But he's got a soft spot in that charcoal heart of his, so eventually, he'll cave. But he's gonna complain!

He'll probably scoff and act like the show is killing his brain cells at first, but he's an idiot because he gets so invested. (Magic of Friendship boi)

His favorite is Apple Jack. I think that should be a given. He doesn't like Celestia though, feels a little too connected to Luna and he holds a grudge.

He starts to whistle the tune to the songs in his free time. He'll lose his mind and die on the inside if anyone points it out, because he's not doing it subconsciously. Except you. If you start singing to his whistling he's gonna just smile, cause he's a SAP.

"Bab Seed Bab Seed, what we gonna do-" "A bully on our tail gotta r- Oh son of a-" "YES! YES YOU KNOW THE WORDS!" "You hush your mouth."

When there are big villains in episodes he gets super into it. He acted personally offended when Discord made the Main 6 reverse their talents.

He did laugh when Chrysalis zapped Celestia but then immediately got upset when the other princess were affected.

Definitely had the song from Chrysalis pretending she was Princess Cadance stuck in his head for like, a month.

WILL buy you the toys but you gotta keep them in your room, he'll keel over in embarrassment if someone sees little pony figures on his shelves without the context.

He's kinda stingy about sharing you when you're small, but he'll allow his brothers to watch the show with you two if they want. Vincent probably likes the music, but he's not super into it. Lester might get more into it than you, actually, he likes pretty colors.

Vincent's favorite would be Twilight & Lester's would be a tie between Fluttershy & Pinkie Pie.

Once a group of tourists came into town in the middle of a long Two-Part episode and he missed most of it, so he drove into the city and just bought the CD of the entire season. FOR YOU, of course, TOTALLY NOT FOR HIM-

The TV was bright in the overall dim household, speakers turned up to allow the sounds of the cartoon to fill the room. The noise was coupled with the sound of crunching Goldfish crackers between your teeth, eyes tuned into the screen as calloused fingers worked through your hair. "Oi, eat your fruit too. Can't live off Goldfish." Bo said softly, nudging your leg with his boot. You were sat on the floor in front of him, between his legs, whilst he messed with your hair. You let out a little huff but grabbed the pastel bowl on the coffee table, poking a fork into some strawberries. You looked over your shoulder as you ate one, awaiting praise. "That's better." Bo mumbled, patting your shoulder.

You turned back to the screen, watching the group talk about Fluttershy's "stare". With a little hum to catch his attention, Bo looked down, waiting for your words. "Who's your favorite?" You asked softly, voice picked up in pitch slightly. Bo rose an eyebrow and glanced at the screen. "Apple Jack, she's the only cool one." He said, unable to stop the smirk as you gasped. "Fluttershy's cool!" You insisted, turning to face him. "She's a wuss-puss, doll. Not cool." He taunted, chuckling as you tossed a pillow in his face. "Don't hate the messenger! I'm just saying the truth!" He chuckled as you smacked him with the pillow again, which he blocked with ease, snickering as you settled into his lap with a pout. "You take that back!" He held his hands up in a faux surrender position. "Alright alright, they're all cool. How about that?"

Your gaze narrowed suspiciously at him, slowly lowering the pillow back onto the couch. "Mmm okaaay-" "Except Fluttershy." Bo laughed again as your mouth dropped open in offense, blocking your hands from getting the pillow once more. Left without your weapon, he squeezed you tightly, leaving you unable to use your arms. "You traitor! Bully!" The man snickered as you fought against his strength valiantly, only to dramatically give up a minute later. "I'm too tired now. I'm sorry Fluttershy, I've failed you." You mumbled with a tiny frown. Bo rested his chin on top of your head with a chuckle. "I'm sure she'd appreciate your efforts, doll. Now finish your fruit, took me forever to cut'em into shapes, ya know." He said, grabbing the bowl. You hummed and tapped your chin as if you were debating, looking at the ceiling in thought. "My hands don't work." You said suddenly, dropping your hands into your lap.

Bo rose an eyebrow and tilted his head. "Oh they don't, do they?" He asked, watching you shake your head. "Nope, they don't work." You insisted. The brunet clicked his tongue and gave a somber sigh, putting a piece of fruit on the fork. "Such a shame." He said with an eyeroll, holding the fork to your mouth. You took the fruit and nodded intensely. "'S a shame!" You slurred, whining when he pinched your nose. "Don't talk wit'cha mouth full." He said, moving his head so yours could rest against his shoulder, getting another piece of fruit on the fork for himself this time. He looked back at the episode and narrowed his gaze. "...the hell is a cockatrice?" You laughed and shook your head, taking another strawberry off the fork. "You'll see, and it'll prove Fluttershy is the coolest!"

"Mhm, sure, whatever ya say lil' one."

#bo house of wax #fluttershy was the coolest #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x you #slasher x reader #slasher memes #slasher headcanons #slasher #slasher community #slashers x reader #slasher x gender neutral reader #age regression #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair

[joshanniesworld]

Beautiful Mistakes | k.m.g

one | two | three coming soon!

pairing: kim mingyu x reader

summary: You have a crush on Mingyu, but unfortunately, he's your older brother's best friend. Not to mention that he only sees you as a little sister. So you're stuck between confronting your feelings, getting over your crush, or being forever single.

genre: romance, fluff, university au, brother's best friend

tags/warnings: fem! reader, unrequited love, university au, very slow burn, alcohol consumption, hoshi flirting again, like two suggestive comments, pretty sure there is a curse word somewhere, mingyu is an idiot but so is reader, jeonghan is a little shit but we love him, probably has a bunch of mistakes sorry, I suck at proofreading , idk what else

word count: 3.2k words

author’s note: Did it take me a whole month just to write this? yes, it did. honestly, didn't like this part but hopefully next one is better. we finally get some progress between mingyu and reader! Reblog, like or comment if you’d like to support my work! <3

“You’re wearing…that?”

You looked at your outfit, confused. Clearly, you didn’t understand why Seungkwan and Gahyeon were judging your choice of clothes.

“What do you mean? It’s nice and simple.” You argued.

Your friends gave each other a look that probably meant they disagreed. They walked up to your closet without acknowledging you and started rummaging through your clothes.

“Hey! Don’t do that. I already made a mess, and you’ll make it worse.” Complaining, you walked towards them and tried stopping whatever they were doing.

“Look, the outfit is cute. But it’s basically what you wear every other day.” Seungkwan complained. Gahyeon agreed and showed him one of your blouses.

“What about this? Maybe with a skirt?”

“Oh yeah! That’s cute. Wait, let me find a skirt.” Seungkwan enthusiastically agreed with Gahyeon’s choice and started looking for a matching skirt. “Got it!”

He pulled a skirt from the closet and put it next to the blouse to see if it matched.

“Yup, that’s it. Here Y/N, get changed.” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed both items and went into the bathroom to get changed. “Hurry up, Jeonghan is probably almost here.”

You quickly changed into the new outfit and went back into the room. Standing expectantly, you waited for their approval.

“10 out 10. You look so cute!” Gahyeon commented, and your other friend agreed. “Maybe it will finally make Mingyu ask you out. God knows it has taken him long enough.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Sure, he will.”

“Babe, have you not seen how he looks at you?” Gahyeon insisted.

“Oh yeah, he looks at her like a lovesick puppy. It’s disgusting but endearing,” Seungkwan agreed.

“Or he’s just trying to be nice.” You grabbed your phone and wallet and put them in your purse. “It doesn’t matter anyways. Can we please finish?”

“Okay, fine, whatever you say.” Gahyeon gave up trying to convince you. “Want me to do your makeup?”

You nodded and sat in front of the mirror. “Something light, though, It’s hot, and I’m going to get sweaty.”

“By the way, why is Jeonghan going with you to the party?” Seungkwan suddenly asked while he was looking through his phone.

“Mingyu said he could come too when telling me about the party.” You told him. “I begged him to say yes, and now I have to buy him coffee for two weeks.”

Seungkwan chuckled. “That sounds like Jeonghan.”

A knock on the door interrupted our conversation. From behind the door, Vernon’s head popped up, “Jeonghan is here.”

“Give me a minute; we’re almost done.”

“Okay, I’ll tell him.” He said and walked away again.

Gahyeon quickly finished the makeup and fixed your hair before sending you off. “Done, now go have fun!”

You grabbed your purse and quickly made your way outside of the room. “Got it. Bye, guys!”

Walking into the living room, you saw Jeonghan waiting with Vernon by the door.

“Hi, sunshine. Ready to go?” Your older friend asked.

“Yup. Bye, Vernon. If you guys order food, save some for me.” You reminded him. He rolled his eyes but nodded.

“Sure, have fun.”

You and Jeonghan walked out to his car and got in.

“Buckle up, kid,” Jeonghan said jokingly.

“Shut up, old man.”

When you finally arrived and the party you could hear the music from outside. A get-together, my ass.

“So, you ready?” Jeonghan asked for the last time. You sighed and gave him a thumbs up.

“Let’s go.”

You had mentally prepared for the next few hours. Loud music, sweaty bodies, lots of alcohol, and Kim Mingyu flirting with someone new.

Jeonghan walked in front of you when you went into the house. Looking around, you spotted a few familiar faces. Two of the most popular heartthrobs on campus, Jeong Jaehyun and Cha Eunwoo, were playing beer pong. By the bar, you saw Xu Minghao, who was in your art class. And tonight’s Dj, Johnny Suh, your lab partner in biology class last semester. Lee Seokmin, one of Mingyu’s closest friends, was the first to spot you. Smiling, he walked up to you.

“Y/N! You made it. Mingyu is around, but he’ll be glad to see you.” He greeted you over the loud music. “You’re Jeonghan, right? We had English class together last semester.”

“Yeah, I remember. You like pizza.” Jeonghan said, grinning.

Seokmin’s eyes widened a little in surprise and then started laughing.

“Yup, that’s me. So, you guys want a drink?” He asked, pointing to the bar.

“I’m good. I’m the designated driver.” Jeonghan passed up the offer looking at you.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m down for a drink.”

Seokmin clapped his hands excitedly and walked us to the bar. A girl was chatting with a few people around the bar while serving drinks. She quickly turned to you when she spotted Seokmin walking to the bar.

“Youngji, this Y/N and Jeonghan. Guys, this is Youngji. The unofficial bartender of the party.”

“It’s nice to finally meet Seungcheol’s sister. I’ve heard a lot from you!” She greeted you.

“My brother seems to talk a lot about me from what I’ve been told.” You said, chuckling a bit awkwardly. She and Seokmin both laughed a bit.

“Honestly, you have no idea.”

“So, drinks?” Youngji asked. You raised a hand. “What do you want?”

Honestly, you weren’t much of a drinker. It didn’t hurt once in a while, though.

“Something fruity?” You asked, unsure.

“Coming right up!” She announced as she started working on the drink.

You looked at Jeonghan, who you knew was judging you.

“What?” You asked innocently.

“I’m not dealing with puke, so if you get wasted, I’m leaving you in the street.”

You laughed a little and hit him in the arm playfully.

“Relax, I’m only going to have one drink.” You tried to reassure him, but he didn’t seem convinced.

“Here you go, one fruity drink for you,” Youngji said, giving you the drink. You took a sip and tasted orange juice with a bit of alcohol. Youngji was starting as if waiting for your approval, so you gave her a thumbs up. “Glad you like it, have fun, by the way. I’m going to dance for a bit; see you around!”

“Do you guys play pool?” Seokmin asked once Youngji was gone.

“I can play. Not sure if Y/N can,” Jeonghan answered.

You shook your head, smiling a bit embarrassed. The memory of Seungcheol trying to teach you how to play last summer popped up in your head. It was better if you stayed as a viewer.

“I’ll watch.”

“Great! Hey Minghao, want to play pool?” Seokmin called for his friend.

Minghao stopped doing whatever he was doing and agreed to his friend’s request.

“Sure, I’ll get Jun to play in pairs.”

“Cool. Come on! The pool table is in the other room,” Seokmin called us to follow him.

You weren’t sure of how you ended up back at the bar. Or when one drink turned into a third drink. One moment you were watching the guys play pool, and the next, Seokmin was dragging them somewhere to do God knows what.

“Hey! You’re Cheol’s sister!” Interrupting your thoughts, you hear someone say excitedly. Turning to look for the culprit, you find Vernon’s coworker, Hoshi.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, surprised.

He laughs a little and takes the empty spot beside you.

“One of my friends invited me,” he explained. “I wasn’t planning on coming, but I’m glad I did.”

You had to admit that he was hot but endearingly cute at the same time. Last time he was wearing the coffee shop’s uniform. But this time, he wore loose jeans, a tight black tank, and a gold chain around his neck. His piercings and dyed blonde hair gave him a cool, almost punk vibe. He caught you staring at him and gave you a charming smile. Flustered, you shifted your eyes to the drink in your hands.

“So, why are you on your own?”

“Uh, well, I came with a friend. Somewhere along the way, we separated, and now I’m here.”

“Ah, I see. Mind if I keep you company?”

You chuckled and looked at him. “Isn’t it a little late to ask? You’re already sitting next to me.”

“Okay, fair enough.” He agreed, laughing.

“So, do you go here?” you ask, trying to make small talk.

“Yup, I’m a dance major. Usually, I’m in the practice rooms.”

Ah, that explained why you hadn’t seen him before.

“You know, I’ve heard a lot about you. But, I mean, to be honest, who hasn’t?”

Thank you, big brother.

“I’m going to start taking a shot every time I hear that.”

He laughed again, and you noticed his eye smile. It was so cute that it made you smile too.

“Sorry, that’s all Cheol’s fault. He’s basically the campus celebrity, so word gets around quickly.” He explained. “You two are pretty close, huh?”

“Yeah, we’re close. Our Dad wanted us to have a strong relationship despite the age difference, so he always made us spend time together.” You said, remembering how it was growing up with Seungcheol. “Don’t get me wrong, we fight about ninety-nine percent of the time. But he’s always the first person to be there for me.”

“That’s cute. It’s like my older sister and me.” You noticed he brightened up when speaking about his sister. “We fight a lot, but she’s always caring for me.”

“That’s it!” You exclaimed, clapping excitedly. Hoshi seemed confused by your sudden outburst. “Sorry, I was trying to figure out your vibes. You definitely give off little brother energy. It totally makes sense you have an older sister.”

“Ouch, did you just brother-zoned me even before I made a move?” He whined, placing a hand on his chest as if he was hurt.

You looked at him surprised but tried to play it cool by clearing your throat.

“So, what does Hoshi mean? I haven’t heard it before.”

“Ah, I’m glad you asked. It means gaze of a tiger.” He explained excitedly. “Can you guess why that’s my nickname?”

You looked at him and took a guess. “Is it because you look like a tiger?”

“Yes! I do look like a tiger, right?” He exclaimed. “You know what you just earned?”

“What?” You asked skeptically.

Smiling, he raised his hand and did a claw. “Horanghae!”

You burst laughing, and he joins you, covering his face in embarrassment.

“You’re funny, you know that?”

“You’re cute, you know that?” He asked rhetorically. You huffed, rolling your eyes, but it only made him smile more. “Do you want to dance?”

You stared at him for a minute, weighing your options. He was cute and definitely fun to be around. Plus, it was a given that he was a good dancer. But you were completely aware that by now, you were tipsy. That didn’t matter, though, because Hoshi was probably drunker than you. Why not? Jeonghan was probably having fun with some girl, and so was your crush. Sitting here for the rest of the night was a waste.

“Lead the way, tiger.”

Hoshi was indeed a good dancer. You were in the middle of the dance floor swaying to the beat of the music. Your back was pressed against his chest, and his hands were around your waist. The room felt hot, but you weren’t sure if it was due to the crowd or Hoshi’s proximity.

“Should I be concerned for my well-being?” Hoshi whispered into your ear.

Frowning, confused, you look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Kim Mingyu is staring at me like he wants to bury me.”

You follow Hoshi’s gaze. There, Mingyu stood away from the crowd with some girl. He didn’t seem interested in whatever she was saying; he was too busy staring at you and Hoshi. For a moment, your eyes crossed, but he quickly looked away. What the hell is wrong with him? Ignoring the awkward situation, you bring your attention back to Hoshi.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Right, he was clearly not planning my murder.” Hoshi scoffed. “So, you like him?”

“Hoshi,” You said, warning him about whatever he would say next. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it.”

“I’m just asking. He didn’t seem happy to see us dancing the night away. And for a moment, you seemed almost hopeful when I said he was staring.”

You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let it be.

“I have a crush on him, but he’s my brother’s friend. That’s it, end of the story.”

“I knew it!” Hoshi grinned. “I admit, though, I’m a bit disappointed that you like him. But now I’m curious.”

You looked at him skeptically. “What do you mean curious?” “Let’s try something.”

Hoshi’s lips were on yours before you could ask what he meant. You grabbed onto his shoulder to balance yourself. The kiss was sloppy—probably because of the alcohol—but surprisingly good. Instead of pushing him off, you decided to follow his lead. You had to admit Hoshi was a hell of a kisser. Sadly, the kiss was cut off by someone pulling you away.

“Time to go home.”

You looked up at Mingyu, surprised. Before you could say anything, the taller man dragged you away from the crowd. In the middle of the chaos, you could only catch a glimpse of Hoshi grinning and giving you a thumbs up.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You snapped at Mingyu. “I was dancing!”

He scoffed and kept walking ahead. “You seemed to be doing a lot more than dancing.”

“So what? It was just a kiss.”

He suddenly stopped and turned to look at you, annoyed. He was frowning so much you were sure he was about to pop a vain. Not that it was important. But why did he lowkey look hot when mad?

“Just a kiss? Please, you don’t just kiss people; Kwon Soonyoung doesn’t either.”

Oh, so that was his real name. Yeah, no. He looked more like a Hoshi.

“And what would you know about me kissing people?” you argued. “More than you think. Now get in. I’m taking you home.”

You were too caught up in the discussion. You hadn’t even realized you were in front of his car.

“I came with Jeonghan. I can’t leave just because you say so.”

“Jeonghan left with a girl earlier. He told me because his battery died, and he couldn’t find you.”

That little traitor. You were definitely going to kill him.

“I’ll walk, thanks.”

You held onto your purse stubbornly and started walking away.

“Y/N, get in the car,” he demanded.

“No, leave me alone!”

“Oh my God, why are you acting like a child?!”

“Because you’re treating me like one!”

You heard him take a deep breath, and for a moment, you felt guilty. But you remember he acted like an ass, and the guilt disappeared.

“Y/N, please get in the car. You’re drunk, and I want to make sure you get home safe,” he pleaded for the last time.

By the way his tone changed from agitated to concerned, you could tell he was tired of arguing.

"Fine," you murmured.

Begrudgingly, you went back to the car and got into the passenger seat without waiting for him. A few seconds later, he got in and started the car.

You both stayed quiet for a while until he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act like that earlier,” he apologized.

You played with your hand and nodded.

“I’m sorry too. I wasn’t thinking straight,” You apologize back. “I’m still mad at you, though. You didn’t have to do that.”

He looked at you briefly from the corner of his eyes and turned back to look at the road.

“I know. I just got worried, okay?” He clarified.

“You don’t have to worry about me. That’s not your job.” He scoffed unamused.

“It is, though, remember? Your brother was clear on the "take care of Y/N" talk.”

“Yeah, I know. But, still doesn’t mean you can tell me who to kiss or not.” You argued back.

“Look, I know that. But it's Kwon Soonyoung. His reputation precedes him.” You must have looked at him like he had grown a second head because he quickly clarified. “Mine does too, but that’s different. I’m not trying to get into your pants.”

Yeah, that’s the problem.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.” He insisted. “You deserve a nice guy. Not some douchebag that will break your heart.”

The car stopped at a red light, and he turned to look at you. You stared at him for a little too long. Awkwardly looking away, you hoped he didn’t notice. If only he knew you wished that your nice guy was him. For the rest of the ride, you decided the buildings outside were far more entertaining than him.

Despite sharing a class together, you hadn’t seen Mingyu after he dropped you at your place. In a way, you were glad you didn’t have to deal with the Soonyoung conversation. But at the same time, you felt down not seeing him around.

“Why are you sulking?”

Startled, you looked up from your food. Kwon Soonyoung is standing in front of you, looking at you quizzingly.

“When did you even get here?” you asked, confused. “And I’m not sulking.”

Soonyoung chuckled and took the empty spot in front of yours. He grabbed the open bag of chips and shamelessly started eating them.

“So, how did it go with Mingyu?”

“To sum it up, he basically told me to stay away from you,” you explained. “Apparently, you have a reputation.”

Soonyoung looked offended by your words.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” he complained. “I never lie about my intentions!”

“And what exactly are your intentions with me?”

“Originally, I was going to ask you out. Now, I’m invested in the Mingyu situation. Oh, look, Seungkwan!" He pointed at your other friend walking your way.

Seungkwan walked to your table and sat next to Soonyoung.

“What are you doing here?” Seungkwan questioned Hoshi.

“Me? I’m here for the chips.”

“I can see that,” Seungkwan mumbled. “So, Y/N, have you seen Mingyu yet?”

“No, and I’d like to keep it that way for a while.”

“Uh, that might be a problem then,” Hoshi noted.

“What? Why?” You asked.

“He’s walking this way.” Seungkwan announced.

Had there been more time, you would’ve made a run for it.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?”

You looked at Seungkwan, and Soonyoung, who were busy pretending they weren’t there.

“Mingyu, hi,” you greet him. “Um, you know Seungkwan, right? And Soonyoung?”

“Yeah, hi,” Mingyu greeted them quickly. “So, can we talk?”

Both of the boys greeted Mingyu and went back to pretending.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask him.

“Um, here?” Mingyu asked, glancing at Seungkwan and Hoshi.

“Uh, yeah. Why not?”

“Okay, I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. You know?”

“Oh, I know.” Hoshi chimed in. Mingyu rolled his eyes. Seungkwan quickly covered his mouth and smiled apologetically.

“Ignore him. Carry on.”

“Mingyu, don’t worry about it. You already apologized.” You reminded him.

“Yeah, I know. I still felt bad, though.” He insisted.

“It’s fine. Really.”

“Okay, then. That’s it. I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.” You waved goodbye as he started to walk away. Suddenly, he stopped and turned back in your direction. “Wait! Are you doing the class presentation alone?”

“Oh, I was going to ask Jeonghan.”

“Can’t. I already have a partner.”

You got startled by Jeonghan’s voice, who was standing right next to you. Apparently, today was the day for everyone to sneak up on you. You frowned, confused.

“Since when? We always partner up in class?”

Jeonghan shrugged his shoulders.

“Great! We can partner up.” Mingyu cheered. “I’ll text you later so we can meet. Bye!”

And just like that, he was gone again. Crossing your arms, you stare at Jeonghan.

“Who’s this partner of yours?”

Jeonghan smirks and sits next to you. “Just someone I know from the class.”

“I bet.” You scoff.

“Can we please talk about Mingyu asking Y/N out?” Seungkwan interrupted.

“Seungkwan, he asked me to work on the presentation. How is that a date?”

“Oh, Y/N. The presentation is just an excuse to hang out.” Soonyoung explained.

“No, it’s not,” you complained.

"It is," Seungkwan and Jeonghan agreed.

“Okay, whatever. I’ve got a class in five minutes. I’ll see you later.” You say, grabbing your bag and heading for your class.

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