#What's this boy's race or class hmm

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Four - The Park

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

i have literally no idea how custody works, so i feel like i've taken liberties with this

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Y/N parked her car and hopped out. She opened the back door and grabbed Milo from his car seat, buttoning up his little jacket. “Excited, Milo?” She asked as she took his hand and walked him along the grassy park, to where Daniel and Olivia were.

They were in the playpark, Daniel pushing Olivia on the swings. Y/N opened the gate to the park (fenced off to stop dogs from entering) and let Milo walk through. She held his hand as they walked over to them.

Spotting Olivia, Milo let go of his momma’s hand and went running towards her. He jumped into the swing beside her and started shouting ‘push me, momma!’

So, Y/N followed him over. She said a hello to Daniel and began pushing Milo on the swings. It became a competition between the kids to see who could go higher, but the parents are more concerned about their safety than some silly competition.

After they finished up on the swings, Olivia and Milo went running over to the slides. Y/N and Daniel sat down on one of the benches scattered around the playpark as Olivia and Milo chased each other down the slide.

Daniel was easy to converse with. The more Y/N learnt about him, the more she liked to spend time with him. He was an interesting guy, had an interesting life. She was beginning to love listening to him talk.

Eventually, the kids remembered that they were promised ice cream the day before. They slid down the slide and went running towards their parents. Milo grabbed a hold of his mother’s arm and jumped on the spot. “Ice cream, momma!” He shouted as Olivia did the same.

Daniel looked at Y/N, wearing a grin. He grabbed a hold of Olivia, placing her on his shoulders as he walked out of the part. Y/N couldn’t do the same with Milo. She held his hand and followed Daniel out of the park. “Momma, I want to go on your shoulders,” he said with a pout.

“Sorry, Milo,” she muttered as she picked him up and placed him on her hip. “What ice cream would you like, munchkin?”

“Chocolate!” Milo shouted.

Falling into step with Y/N and Milo, Daniel tried his best to look up at Olivia, still on his shoulders. “What about you, Badger?” He asked, bouncing her slightly.

“Hmm.” Olivia thought about it like it was the most serious question in the world, like the world depended on it. “Cherry,” she said. “Wait, vanilla. Wait, chocolate.”

In the end, Daniel bought Olivia a cherry flavoured ice cream. She skipped along happily with it while Milo ate his chocolate ice cream. “Do you want one?” Asked Daniel, his wallet still in his hands.

But Y/N shook her head. “Thanks though,” she said as the two of them followed the kids along.

While they ate their ice creams, Milo and Olivia walked around the park. Y/N and Daniel walked behind them, hands swinging lazily between them, almost close enough to touch. But they didn’t, not yet at least.

“Okay,” Y/N began. “Milo said you’re a race car driver. Is that true?”

Daniel let out a laugh. “You mean an F1 driver? Yeah, yes, I am,” he said, his grin growing wider.

“Seriously? I thought Milo was just making that up to make things sound more impressive,” she replied. “Like, last month Milo told some of the boys in his class that his dad is a famous football player to try and get them to like him.”

Daniel laughed, but it was a sad sort of laugh. He knew Milo to be a lovely boy, one that didn’t need to make up such things for friends. But he continued. “I swear to god, I’m an F1 driver. Have been for years now. It’s why my parents sometimes drop Olivia off at daycare.”

“Okay, prove it,” she said. “Tell me everything there is to know about F1.”

Daniel laughed. With his whole body, he laughed. He held his chest as he stopped walking and placed one of his hands on his knees. But then he got an idea. A brilliant idea. “How about, instead of telling you, I show you? Take you and Milo to a race?”

“Seriously?” Y/N asked, staring at him. “You’d seriously do that for us? we’re basically strangers.”

Daniel nodded his head. “Of course. Milo is Olivia’s best friend and I know she’d love to have him at a race with her.”

“Holy shit,” Y/N mumbled under her breath, not loud enough for the kids to hear. “Thank you, Daniel. Seriously.”

He just smiled in return. Because, before he got to say anything, Olivia came running over, pink ice cream all over her face. “Daddy,” she began as Y/N reached into her bag to pull out some tissues. She handed a packet to Daniel, who immediately began wiping Olivia’s face with it. “Milo has never seen the Cars movies.” She turned her attention to Y/N. “How have you never shown him the Cars movies?” She turned back to Daniel. “Can Milo come over to watch the car movies?”

Daniel picked her up and placed her on his hip as Milo ran over, chocolate all over his face. Y/N grabbed another packet of tissues and cleaned off Milo’s face. He protested, trying to avoid the tissues (but Y/N got him, holding him still to clean him off).

“Well, Badger, you’re at your mums next week and I’ve got another race. But I’m sure, if it’s okay with Miss L/N, that Milo can come over the week after,” Daniel said, gently swaying her from side to side.

Y/N did the same with her son, placing him on her hip. “What do you say, Milo? Do you wanna go to Mr Ricciardo’s house to watch Cars with Olivia?” Milo nodded his head eagerly. “Tell Mr Ricciardo, not me,” Y/N said gently.

“Yes please, Mr Ricciardo!” He said, excitedly.

The kids wiggled out of their parents grasps and went back to running around, chasing each other and playing tag. Olivia chased Milo across the path and across the grass, with Y/N and Daniel never very far behind.

“Maybe we should swap numbers, now that our kids are best friends,” Daniel said, his voice somewhat nervous.

Y/N nodded. “Definitely,” she said as she pulled out her phone. Daniel programmed his number into her phone, taking a quick picture of himself for the contact picture, and Y/N did the same (minus the picture). It was to make planning out playdates easier, they both reasoned. Daniel even made a joke about sending Y/N and Milo some AlphaTauri merchandise for when they came to watch him race (but, it wasn’t really a joke).

“Can I ask a kind of personal question?” Y/N asked as Daniel handed her phone back and they began walking again.

“I love it when you say that.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. Daniel was funny and charismatic, always switched on. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh along with him. But then she asked her question. “Why is Olivia’s nickname Badger?”

Finally, a question Daniel was happy to answer. He was hyper aware as, when he began speaking, the back of his hand brushed against hers. “In Formula One, my nickname is the Honey Badger. Off the track I’m this happy, friendly guy, but on the track I’m vicious, like a honey badger. When my ex was pregnant with Oliva, my friend-“

“Another driver?”

“Another driver – he gave her the nickname little badger. She was the honey badger’s daughter, so it just made sense,” he finished, beaming. He loved talking about his job.

Y/N played with her fingers. “Can I ask another question?” She asked and Daniel nodded his head. “So, I remember you saying about your ex and the kind of things she does to Olivia when she’s there. Can’t you ask for full custody? Take her to the courts?”

It was something Daniel thought about a lot. His little girl was miserable when she was with her mother, of course he thought about it. But he knew taking her to court for custody of Olivia wouldn’t work, especially with his job. The fact that he was gone so often would probably be enough hand full custody of Olivia over to his ex.

So, Daniel told her this, in as little detail as possible. This was harder to talk about than his breakup with his ex. The thought of not seeing Olivia again was enough to send him to his knees, unable to breath. But he held it together as he talked to Y/N.

At the end of the playdate in the park, the four of them walked back to the car park. Olivia and Milo walked side by side, with their parents on either side of them. When it came time so say goodbye, the children held each other. They refused to let go as their parents pulled them apart.

“Good luck with your race,” said Y/N as she held Milo in her arms.

“Race? Momma, can we watch?” Milo asked suddenly, before Daniel could say anything.

Looking at Daniel, she nodded. The two said their goodbyes and got the kids into the cars, strapping them into the car seats and driving away.

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[petriwriting]

Promise. - Theodore Nott X Reader

Summary: Theodore gives Y/N a special gift, reminding them that they are his safety in an unsafe world.

A/N: I would imagine this takes place in 6th year, 'cause you know.. Voldemort. But beware I've been really into writing fluff for my comfort characters lately. This is very angsty. Extra heartbreak points if one of them dies at the battle of Hogwarts, use your imagination.

Late-night walks were common for the pair. Especially when they needed to get away for the night, with everyone going on in their world it was no wonder they both needed a break.

Theodore Nott was under the threat of his father, expected to side with Lord Voldemort, it was his reputation as a pure-blooded Slytherin. Perhaps in some sickening way, he felt the need to clear the family name of his father's wrongdoing. But deep down, he knew it wasn't right. They both did.

Y/n was by his side, as loyal as a Hufflepuff. through everything. On the nights his father became aggressive and violent, Theo came to them seeking refuge. Y/n always welcomed the boy with open arms.

They had been a pair since childhood, they attended dinner parties together, and y/n attended every one of Theo's quidditch games. In turn, Theo was there for y/n when classes were stressful, and life felt overwhelming.

It wasn't until that particular evening that things would change, possibly forever.

The two walked along the empty, quiet streets braving the cold air together. they had both been quiet, observing their surroundings and enjoying each other's company in silence.

"Y/n," Theo finally said, shattering the long silence that had been following them.

"hmm?" y/n's voice was soft, quiet. they were now entering a park square. someplace slightly more private than the streets.

"I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"About us."

y/n's heart began to race. surely this wasn't a breakup, how could Theo possibly be abandoning all they had, after all, they had been through? this couldn't be. y/n was so accustomed to hearing bad news these days that it was the only solution their brain could come up with.

"Y/n," Theo turned to them, holding their face in cold pale hands. "I love you, but I don't want to be with you in this war," he said.

"Teddy, I don't understand-"

"Please just listen." Theo insisted quietly. "This is not me parting ways with you, I- could never," he explained gently. "I propose that we run away. change our names, we can flee and start a new life together. without all the dangers of being here."

Y/n was unconvinced and looked down for a moment before locking eyes with him.

"I love you more than anything. But if we stay here our lives will be in danger, possibly forever."

Y/n couldn't deny that fact. The war had already taken people they both loved. It wasn't right to be talking about wanting to get married one day, have kids, and grow old together if it meant they would be living in danger, living in fear.

"It isn't right. We can't just flee. we need to fight this," y.n shook their head gently, partially in disbelief. "no matter what happens." the pair locked eyes and the snow began to gently fall around them, coating the park in a grey glow.

"Then promise me."

Theodore shuffled through his pockets, pulling out a tiny deep red velvet box. It was battered, aged, and torn. but it was still soft. "Promise me, that you'll stick around, no matter what." as soon as Theo mimicked y/n's words, soft tears began falling from their eyes, watching him toy with the box.

Out from the box emerged a shiny, silver ring with an elaborate stone placed in it. something very expensive no doubt. something that was purchased with his father's money. Theodore offered the ring to y/n.

"This was my mother's ring," he said quietly, his voice slightly shaking. "I took it from her things when she,-" Theo gasped quietly, the shaky breath taking the air out of his lungs when he tried to continue his sentence.

Y/n grabbed the sides of his face, the boy wasn't crying, Theodore rarely ever cried. but there was hurt in his eyes that pained y/n to see.

"I promise." barely a whisper. "no matter what Theo, I'll always be right here."

Y/n's soft touch brushed against Theo's cheeks before he pulled forward pressing their lips together in desperation. It was a sweet and heartfelt kiss, like two lovers that couldn't live without each other.

After the kiss, they embraced one another very tightly as the snow collected around them.

"I just want everything to be okay," Y/n whispered. "we'll be okay."

they pulled away from one another, each shivering in the cold. Y/n took the ring and gently twirled it around their thumb and forefinger. "Theo I can not take your mother's ring." it was dazzling. quite beautiful for that sort of thing. "I know how much this means to you." y/n said. Theo was insistent. "I've been wrong about a lot of things in my life, y/n. But I was never wrong about you. I want you to have it, keep it, my end of our promise." he insisted.

"Theo-"

y/n was promptly cut off. "Please take this. you know how much it means to me, you mean more than that." his heartfelt confession made y/n's stomach flutter, it was that same feeling they had when they were younger and Theo would hold their hand or say just the right thing. Theo grabbed the ring and slipped it onto y/n's middle finger.

"I'll guard it with my life." y/n said with another shiver, the later the night grew the colder the chill in the air became.

"Here, love," Theo said, taking off his coat and offering it to Y/n by draping it around their shoulders. "but Theo, you'll be cold." y/n retorted, but Theo was incredibly insistent that evening. "I can manage until we are safe at home," he chuckled softly. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

As the two continued on their path, Theo wrapped their arm around y/n, in an effort to keep them warm and as an act of deep affection. Y/n leaned their head over onto Theo's arm.

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[ak4e7a]

i hate valentine’s day — boyfriend!hoon x reader

It's pretty self-explanatory. But one person is determined to change your mind.

wc: 2.1k (this was supposed to be short and then i blinked and now i’m here)

cw: fluff, slight angst if you read it sideways i guess, smut, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, lots of pet names bc hoon is a loverboy end of story

author's note: WHEEWWW my first full drabble on here! i hope y'all enjoy and please please please let me know if you do <3 likes and comments and reblogs are super appreciated ♡ happy Valentine's Day!

It’s just a capitalist holiday designed to sell flowers and chocolates and give people a reason to start a fight in their already unhappy relationship. Your friends had heard you say that time and time again, year after year, and they were almost wholeheartedly convinced that you really did not enjoy a holiday centered around love.

The truth, however, was the opposite. You loved it—the pink hearts, the stuffed animals, the candy, the red roses, the romantic gestures. You were just… bitter that you’d been spending all of the past Valentine’s days with a card and a bar of your favorite chocolate that your mom would either give to you in person or mail to your apartment once you’d moved out for college. 

You didn’t want to be one of those people that liked Valentine’s Day with a nonchalance about themselves and droned on and on about how it could also be interpreted as a day of “self-love”. You could do a lot of self-love with a rose toy and an hour of uninterrupted time locked in your room. But a rose toy wouldn’t be able to laugh at a rom-com with you, and you’d probably get looked at funny if you walked around the mall holding it in your hand for everyone to gawk at.

Did you hate seeing happy couples? Maybe.

Did that hate go away once you found yourself somehow in a relationship with the quiet boy from your statistics class? The boy who you, at first, thought seemed cold and uninterested in anything but the assignments? Just a little bit.

You told Sunghoon last week that he didn’t have to do anything, that he shouldn’t waste his paycheck from his part-time campus job on gifts when it wasn’t even Christmas or your birthday, and he’d already gotten you something for your 100 day anniversary a month ago, anyways. You hammered it home with the same speech that you’d given your friends since you learned what capitalism was.

And all he did was nod his head with a thoughtful, “Hmm,” and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose before you turned as red as the roses you’d hope he’d still get you anyways and went back to typing away at your laptop, allowing the white noise of the library to drown out your racing thoughts.

Now it’s the morning of the 14th, and you wake up in your bed, alone. You sigh, maybe Sunghoon had gone home already even though neither of you have a class today. Trudging to the bathroom, you brush your teeth and wash your face before returning to bed to sulk and stare at the wall. 

You mentally kicked yourself, this was your fault, why did you tell your first and only boyfriend you didn’t give a shit about Valentine’s Day—a holiday primarily meant for couples? Now, if you were lucky and your relationship happens to last until next year, would the next Valentine’s Day also go uncelebrated? What about your one-year anniversary? What about—

And then your door creaks open. And you scream.

Sunghoon screams, too, almost dropping the mountain of bags he’s holding.

“Why are you screaming?” Sunghoon yells, stumbling to regain his balance as he walks towards the bed. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Because I was under the assumption that I was alone in the house!” you exclaim, although now your fear is mixed with excitement as you scan his muscled arms wrapped around all the stuff he’s carrying.

“Oh,” he says, more quiet now. “You thought I left and wouldn’t come back?”

“Yeah,” you reply sheepishly. “I thought… I thought…”

“That I wouldn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day just because you went on that long-ass tirade in the library last week?”

You frown, eyebrows knitted together. But you’re not upset at him, no, the entire reason you let yourself fall for him was because he was always so understanding. You could feel yourself falling even more because he didn’t fall for your pathetic attempt at being a “chill, low-maintenance” girlfriend. “I don’t deserve you,” you say.

Sunghoon sets the bags on the rug beside your bed and sits beside you, immediately pulling you into his embrace. “That’s not true. You put up with a loser like me.”

“Hey,” you sniffle. “You’re my loser. Which makes you not-a-loser.”

“Alright,” he chuckles. “Whatever you say.”

You like him. You like him so much. You like the way he dresses (including his glasses), you like every single different cologne he uses, you like the way his hair falls in his face, you like the way he scrunches his nose when you offer him a bite of your mint choco ice cream, you like the way he accepts the chocolate toothpaste taste because it makes you happy to share snacks with him. You like the way he switches to his wired earphones instead of his big headphones when he studies with you so you can listen to music with him when you study. You like him. You like him a lot. In fact, you—

“I love you,” you blurt out, and the wide-eyed look he gives you makes you slap your hand over your mouth in some sort of vain attempt to get the words back in where they came from.

But just like toothpaste, once it’s squeezed out of the tube, you can’t put it back in.

Unless, of course, you had a syringe or a pipette or something but that’s neither here nor there, because you just told Park Sunghoon, your former statistics partner, Park Sunghoon, the best part-time barista on campus, Park Sunghoon, your (somewhat) new boyfriend, that you love him for the first time.

And to make it extra corny, you’ve told him on Valentine’s Day, the day you’ve adamantly lied about hating.

Sunghoon finally grins, his pearly white teeth (that you also like so much) on full display. “I knew it.”

“What?”

“I knew you liked Valentine’s Day, you little liar,” he teases, playfully flicking your forehead.

“Ugh,” you groan, falling back on your pillows. “Go home for real this time if you’re going to gloat.”

Sunghoon crawls over you, his face inches away from yours. “For the record, though, I love you, too. Lies and all.”

“Sunghoon,” you whine, trying to push at his chest. “Stop embarrassing me!”

“Sorry, sorry.” As he presses apologetic kisses to your cheek, you feel something else press against your leg.

“Hoon,” you repeat. “Are you seriously hard right now?”

“Yeah, ‘cause my girlfriend just told me she loves me.”

You smile. “Really? You’re easier than I—”

He shuts you up with a kiss. Then two. Then three. Then four. Then finally it evolves into a full-on makeout session, with your hands tangled in his hair and his hips nestled between your thighs. His glasses are on your nightstand; he’d taken them off after they were getting in his way of kissing you.

“Want it,” you murmur, as if you didn’t just tease your boyfriend for being easy to turn on. “Wanna do it...”

You figure since you’ve already confessed your feelings, losing your virginity to your boyfriend who you’re definitely madly in love with is a good idea. (Spoiler: it is.)

Now he hovers over you, looking at you with hearts in his eyes. "Relax for me, okay, baby? It's gonna hurt a little bit. Just say the word and I'll stop."

"O-okay, Hoonie."

He plants a soft kiss on your forehead before taking his shaft in his hand, pumping it twice before lining it up with your entrance. "Gonna put my cock in you now, baby... oh... ah, fuck... 's better than I imagined... So tight, even after I've prepped you... You're squeezing around my tip, you okay, sweetheart?"

You nod, biting your lip as he stretches you with his thick girth. "'M okay, Hoonie, 's just big, so big..."

"You're being such a good girl for me, baby. 'M gonna push it all the way inside you now, okay? Just breathe." One of his hands skims down your body, reaching in between you two to stroke at your clit. The pleasurable friction against your nerves dulls out the pain of him breaking your hymen, but you cry out nonetheless.

"Ah! Hoonie, it hurts," you whimper, your chest heaving and nails digging into his back. 

"'M sorry, baby, we can stop now if you want. I don't mind—"

"No!! No, please, just... don't move yet, please? Need t'get used to—fuck—you inside..."

"Alright, baby. I'll keep still." He kisses your cheek, petting your hair gently. Then he looks down at you, straight into your eyes. He's so beautiful, it's mesmerizing. "You're such a good girl, aren't you? So pretty and perfect for me... you're getting my cock so wet, baby. Want me to make you cum like this? Make you feel better?"

"Y-yes please!"

He leans back until his head is just above where you’re connected, and you watch his abs flex in that position. He spits on your clit, rubbing it in slow, languid circles. Softly, he asks, "you're such a sweet little girl, anything else you want, love?"

You clench around him at the pet name, your entire body flushing with warmth. "Um... can you... um..."

"Oh, I know," he smirks, his free hand moving up to toy with your nipples. "Does it feel good with my cock inside you, baby? Gonna cum while you're stuffed full of me?"

"Yes, so good, Hoonie, thank you!" You squirm a little, unintentionally grinding yourself against his dick, and the movement makes him groan. 

"Fuck," he says under his breath. "You're so cute... and you're so hot, you don't even know it... that's it, pretty girl, cum whenever you want. you earned it."

"Hoonie," you keen, back arching off the bed as you orgasm around him. "can you m-move, please?"

"Yeah, baby, you like being stretched by me? Gonna let me fuck you open, sweetheart?"

"Y-yeah... y'can move now, Hoonie."

"God," he chokes out, thrusting shallowly. "You're sucking me in so good, baby." He puts a hand over your lower abdomen, pressing down. "Can you feel me right there?"

You squeal as the tip of his dick rubs firmly against your g-spot. "Y-yes! 'S big, so big, hoonie!"

“You're so tight, princess, gonna make me cum so soon already, fuck, pussy feels like heaven..."

"So... big," you gasp, staring up at him in adoration. He's so handsome. 

He reaches down and tenderly cups your cheek before leaning in and kissing you softly. "Taking me like a good girl, baby... 'm I making you feel good?"

“Yes, yes,” you manage to stutter out, legs wrapping around his slender waist.

"Gonna cum... need to pull out, baby, can I cum—fuck! Can I cum on you, baby, please?"

"Yes! Yesyesyes! Cum on me, Hoonie, wanna feel it!"

"Where... where do you want my cum, princess?" he pants, sliding his cock out of you and stroking himself.

"Cum on my pussy, Hoonie!"

He groans, and the two of you look down and watch as he cums right over your core, the milky essence dripping down onto the bed. Despite the mess, he immediately lies down beside you, pulling you into his arms like you’re about to go back to sleep.

You feel good. Maybe better than good. Definitely better than good. You can hear his heartbeat when you rest your head on his chest.

“Aw, fuck,” Sunghoon mutters into the crown of your head. “I think the ice in your drink melted.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I went out to get your gifts from my apartment, and I got you an iced matcha from that one place you like on the way back.”

“I’ll drink it anyways… but you didn’t have to get me any gifts,” you mumble, still trying to stay true to your lie, even though Sunghoon has already seen right through it. But you definitely mean the next sentence. “Just spending the day with you is enough for me.”

“I know, I know. But I wanted to. I never want you to feel like I only do things for you because you ask me to. I want you to know that I do them because I love you.”

Okay. Maybe you really did hate Valentine’s Day before.

But not anymore. You feel good. You feel great. You’re loved, and you’re in love.

You look up at him and he kisses you on the forehead before you repeat, “I love you, too.”

#sunghoon smut #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon hard hours #enha smut #🀄️drabbles #sunghoon x reader

[lix-ables]

⌗ rich boy things – hyunjin + car sex .

🥡 smut includes, fem!reader, dry humping, hand jobs (while he’s on the phone with his father), mentions of ruined orgasms (because he absolutely loves teasing the shit out of you), lovesick + pussy drunk hyunjin, etc etc. word count: 971. (MINORS DNI.)

💌 note: its been a while but hihi, im back!! i was initially going to post something else??? but this has been in my drafts since april

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hyunjin was annoyingly pretty and he knew it, so sneaking around on the campus way past your curfew can be excused, right? 

here you were in his car’s passenger seat with your hand wrapped around his dick while he was on an important call. how did you know that? because he told you it was his father, and still your fingers played with the tip, your palm resting under your chin as you watch him shut his eyes. 

his other hand moves to wrap around the wrist that was currently busy, and he turns to look at you. “yes dad, i understand,” he sighs and replies. “no im not out racing. i’m with the boys. panting? have you thought maybe it's your hearing?” hyunjin clears his throat and shifts in his seat, making your hand fall on his thigh. but that gave you even more of a reason to stroke him instead of just touching him. a little teasing wouldn’t hurt no one. your thumb rubs circles on his tip before wrapping your whole hand around it, earning a small grunt from him.

“listen i need to go. they need my help with something. yes, i’ll call you tomorrow.” 

“you like what you see don’t you, darlin’?” hyunjin’s voice stops you from your task, and makes you look at him. he stares at you, smiling before setting his phone in his jacket pocket.

his hand finds your bare thigh and you curse yourself for wearing pj shorts while it was cold outside. “i thought i told you the call was important,” he mumbles, his fingers snaking all the way up to the hem of your shirt and tugging it toward him. “i want this off,” he nods at your shorts, and you bite your lip in frustration. “i thought we were here to talk,” a whimper leaves your throat when he pulls you to him. “we’re talking. this is good communication, don’t you think?” you let him pull you onto his lap, and you struggle out of your shorts in the process. “i was getting ready for bed, it’s way past curfew what if someone –” hyunjin presses a kiss to your lips, his hands wrapped around your waist and it just dawns to you, that his dick is still out, and is now between the two of you. “no one is going to come here, and you know that,” he smiles again, his finger twirling around a strand of hair that wasn’t held together by the band. 

you hum in response, the chill breeze making goosebumps form on your bare skin and you grind against hyunjin’s dick. you’re probably going to have to buy new underwear but fuck it. “this again? and you said you wanted to talk,” he smirks, tugging on the strand of hair in his hand, and his fingers find your shirt, pulling it up so he has more access. your hand wraps around his wrist when you feel him move your underwear aside, and he clicks his tongue. “baby, let me in hmmm? it’s not fair that only you get to do the teasing. it works both ways. besides, no one’s around so i could probably edge you say, four to five times? i’m sure you can take it yeah? because i sure as hell want to see that tight and pretty pussy of yours clenching around my fingers when i don’t let you come.” hyunjin tilts his head to look at you, he shifts the material a bit more before resting two fingers to your clit, and pinches it a little. your thighs shudder at the feeling and he leans back against the seat. “you’d beg me to let you come, but you won’t. you like it too much hmm?”

you nod and his hand reaches down and finds the adjustment lever at the side and moves the seat back a bit more, so there is space for both of you. “when i didn’t see you in class today, i thought something had happened,” he mumbles as he moves his free hand to stroke his dick, bringing it closer to your entrance. “i missed you today, doll.” hyunjin’s fingers work on rubbing random patterns to your clit and you feel yourself getting even wetter than you were ten minutes ago. 

“you were supposed to come pick me up, idiot,” you lean forward close to his ear and press a small kiss to his neck. your hands hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into the leather jacket that he was wearing before going back to grind against his dick. 

“just the tip, i swear,” he rests his head at the crook of your neck, his free hand now holding you close to him as you move faster against him. you’re breathing faster now and your fingers come to rub your clit, applying more friction. “baby, let me –” hyunjin swears, his hand shivering and you turn your head to the window – it’s drizzling. the sound of rain muffling out your moans and hyunjin’s swears as he manages to guide your hips toward him, his tip close to your pussy, before entering just a little. “that’s it baby, fuck.” 

his hands rest at your lower back, his fingers slowly pulling up your shirt from the back as you ride against him. you’re mumbling something about having a real talk after this, but all hyunjin can hear is your whines and whimpers as he pulls himself out just to replace his dick with his fingers. 

“you’re coming on my tongue and my dick once we get to your room,” he grunts, feeling your walls clench around his fingers. “not yet, darlin’. hold it for me.” with his fingers now buried inside you, and your body grinding up against his palm, hyunjin meant what he said. teasing works both ways.

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[leahluvr]

joy - lucy bronze x reader

genre: fluff, kidfic, your son wasn’t very interested in football, not until today

warnings: none

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ever since your’s and lucy’s boy was born, kai never had an interest in his mum’s job. despite the amount of games he had attended, he just never got excited about the concept of football. lucy had tried to encourage him to get into the sport, but she always gave up, it being useless on his attitude. today, however, was different.

you and your 3-year-old son, kai, snuggled on the coach, patiently waiting for lucy to come home from training. you played with his short, soft, brown locks, admiring mothers features.

“mama,” he asked.

“hmm?”

“is mummy coming home soon?”

“yeah she is, angel.”

“mama?”

“yes, kai?”

“can i wear mummy’s jersey and play football at the park with mummy and narla?” your son asked, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

your heart swelled with warmth at his question. lucy had been waiting for this moment ever since you had given birth to him. you pause for a moment, thinking about how happy lucy would be.

“of course, sweetheart. let’s get you into that jersey and surprise mummy when she gets home.”

kai disappeared in mere seconds, the sound of small feet pattering on the floor, rushing towards his bedroom. you followed after him and found the blue and red jersey, pulling it over his head. he did a little twirl, showing off the bronze and 15 printed on his back. his eyes lit up with joy when he turned to look in the mirror, the excitement of surprising his mummy evident in his smile.

“looking handsome, kai!” you admired.

as you made your way back to the living area, the two of you could hear the distant sound of the front door being unlocked. lucy was home. kai sprinted to stand by the door, his small hands shyly fidgeting with the hem of his jersey.

“mummy look!” he exclaimed as lucy entered, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “i’m wearing your jersey! can we please go to the park and play football together, just like you?”

lucy’s eyes widened in surprise and delight, her face breaking to a wide grin. this was a special request - a bridge between her professional job and intimate family life.

“absolutely, kiddo!” she turned to steal a glance from you, smiling, “let me go get the ball.”

with that, the three of you walked to the park hand-in-hand, narla trailing along beside you. as the grassy field came into view, kai raced narla towards it, lucy jogging close behind.

lucy knelt down, eye level with your son.

“okay, champ, let’s show mama what you’ve got.”

he nodded enthusiastically and with a newfound determination, your son kicked the ball towards lucy, who kicked it gently back to him.

lucy always displayed patience and encouragement, traits that made her not only a world class player but a world class mother as well.

the two ran around, passing the ball to each other while narla bounded around them, hyped from the loud squealing of your son.

you settled on the picnic blanket, a soft smile gracing your lips as you watched them play. your heart warmed with love, not just for your wife but for the family you had built together.

after their mini football training session finished, lucy walked her way towards you.

“he’s a natural,” she laughed, “our little man’s growing up so quick, isn’t he?”

“yeah and soon he’ll have another member on his team,” you whisper, placing a hand on your stomach.

“i love you.”

“love you more.”

your moment of romance was interrupted by the crying of a certain little boy.

“mummy! narla broke the ball!”

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an: i lowkey i hate this omg

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[noiryinn]

for you, i’ll make an exception

pairing(s): sick!nagi seishiro x germaphobic!male reader

summary: nagi gets a fever, even though you’re deathly afraid of the possibility of getting sick, you decide to suck it up and help nagi.

warnings: bit of internalized homophobia (not a lot, just hesitating to kiss nagi cause he’s a boy)

a/n: first tumblr post, hope it's good! i love the sickfic trope, so i decided to do it for my first post. also, i didn’t proof read this so sorry if it’s bad. enjoy :))

you started noticing that nagi has been sluggish lately, really sluggish, like more than usual. it's to the point where it has you worried. you were thinking of the possibilities of this newfound sluggishness, you didn't like to think it, but what if he was sick? the thought made you squeamish, what if you got sick too? it made your mind race.

when class ended, you decided to approach him. "hey, nagi?" you asked. "hmm?" nagi replied lazily. "are you, uh, good?"you waited for his response, but it looked like he could barely keep his eyes open. "...tired" he responded before yawning. "guess you always are..." you muttered. "are you sure there's nothing wrong?" you decided to take another shot. "yeah, i guess. think i might have a fever though..." you just stared at him. your worst fears just settled in. fever? that's even worse than a cold? you could get sick just by standing here! by even breathing near him! you were silently panicking before you took a look at nagi and realized that he was actually really unwell. something in your heart softened a bit, maybe youd make an exception for him…

the next day, nagi didn't show up. but why? was it the fever? or was he just too lazy to get out of bed? you decided to make a visit once school was over. the thought of helping him was a bit sickening…you washed your hands several times from the thought.

when the school day was over, you went over to his apartment. of course, prepared with hand sanitizer, a mask, and some gloves. you felt light headed from even touching the door. ‘i’m touching what a sick person touched…’ you thought several times over. you knocked, one, two, three times. no response…you thought of turning back and just forgetting about this. but the thought of nagi being sick changed your mind. you opened the door, then immediately put on hand sanitizer. it was cluttered, things were sprawled out on the floor, there was dust. all this was a nightmare, but you decided to keep on going, for nagi.

“nagi? hello? you in there?” it was only met with a dry cough. you started seriously regretting this…getting sick or helping nagi? what would it be? the thought made your head hurt. there were pros of helping out nagi than there were cons of getting sick…so that’s what you decided to do.

you walked in his room, holding the mask in your hand just in case. his room was just as messy as the outside. you’d definitely have a cleaning session with him. “l/n…?” nagi weakly called out. “yeah, it’s me. you good?” you said softly. “don’t feel well…can’t play games…” he sighed, he almost had a pouty look. it was adorable. you had a bit of sympathy for him. “cold…” nagi shivered a bit and he reached for your jacket. “hey! i might have to burn that now since you contaminated it!” you quickly wanted to take back what you said, it was kinda jerkish… “fine. you can have my jacket. just wash it, ‘kay?” you said reluctantly. “…’kay” then you lended him the jacket.

“smells like you…” he said before having a coughing fit. you wanted to jolt back, but something inside you just…didn’t. you felt a blush creep up your face. “huh? don’t say that sorta stuff, nagi! just rest up a bit and don’t talk…i’ll get you some soup.” you remarked. “fine by me…” nagi yawned again

you walked in with a bowl of soup and a cold compress. “cmon, sit up i got your soup” you sighed. “huh? but i don’t wanna get up…feed me…” he pouted. “seriously? you aren’t 5.” you rolled your eyes at this. but it was a bit adorable, in its own way. “help me sit up…” nagi looked at you. “uh…” you hesitated a bit…touching a sick person? and you just had to leave your gloves in the kitchen…but it was nagi…fine, you decided to settle on helping him. you took your hand out, before hesitating a bit, then held his hand to help him up.

“your hands are sweaty…” nagi bluntly stated. “oh shut up and let me help you” you snapped back softly. you held back the feeling to wash your hands. gross, gross, gross. your mouth felt dry and you felt yourself sweat a bit. you started feeding him the soup. “yum…you’re a good cook l/n” nagi ate the soup happily. “thanks, wasn’t anything special though…” you blushed a little.

there was a brief moment of silence, it was awkward and the only thing you could feel was your heart pounding. was it from the fear of getting sick? or was it him…? that was a stupid idea… you were stuck in your thoughts before nagi broke the silence. “i’m sorry i made you come here…i know you much you hate getting sick…” he said softly, you could tell he felt bad. “oh, uh, don’t worry ‘bout it. for you, i’ll make an exception.” you kept feeding him the soup.

after a bit you grabbed the cold compress, leaned forward and put it to his head. it was then you realized you two were pretty damn close. maybe if you leaned a bit more forward… no, it was wrong. he was sick, and you were both guys… but the urge was driving you crazy. you shook your head and went back to your senses.

nagi ate all the soup, which was surprising since he didn’t normally have the motivation to even eat at all. you were about to get up when you felt a hand tug at your shirt. “stay with me…” you blushed hard. ‘you can’t just keep playing with my feelings like this…’ you thought. “…fine” you said reluctantly before sitting down at his desk again. “in bed…” nagi muttered. “what?” you asked, what was he saying? “in bed, with me…” nagi muttered again. was he seriously saying what you thought he was saying? “you want me to lay in bed with you?” your face flushed all sorts of crimson. “mhm…” nagi nodded slowly. “first you want my jacket and now you want me to lay with you?” you put your hands on your hips. “yeah…will you not do it?” nagi looked up at you with a pouty expression. “I— uh— fine.” you gave in, you got in bed with him and pulled the covers over you two.

“warm…” you felt him cuddle up to you and lay on your chest. “hey—” you tried to protest, but then you realized he was already asleep. you chuckles and smiled softly. “good night, nagi. sweet dreams” you whispered before kissing his forehead.

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[roosterforme]

Old Habits Die Hard Part 17 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: As graduation comes and goes, you and Bradley share some firsts and some lasts. 

Warnings: Angst, swears, fluff and smut

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley held your hand while you waited in the long line to get fitted for caps and gowns. You kept reaching up to turn his hat to the side, and he kept turning it backwards. But he finally gave up and let it stay crooked. 

"Damn," you muttered as you inched along through the gymnasium. "How many people are in our graduating class?"

"No idea, Sugar. You're the math whiz. Not me."

You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. "You know how our classes are kind of just a formality right now?"

"Yeah," he responded a bit skeptically. 

"And how we'll probably ace all of our finals next week without even studying very much?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"And you know how pretty soon we'll be almost a thousand miles apart?"

Bradley leaned in close and kissed your nose. "What are you getting at, Sugar?"

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his nose in retaliation, earning you a laugh. "Well, what if we just skip all of our classes after this and do something fun?"

As you both inched closer to the front of the line, Bradley asked, "What did you have in mind?" 

"Anything. I just want to spend time with you." 

Bradley smirked at you while you got measured side by side, and then he finally said, "How about we hang out in the study room?"

You smirked right back at him. "I know what that means, Beer Boy."

"I know you know what that means, Sugar."

With navy blue caps and gowns wrapped up in plastic, you and Bradley raced down the sidewalk to the library. The librarian greeted both of you by name, something that still made Bradley marvel since he had never visited the library prior to January. 

Bradley followed you as quietly as possible through the stacks and toward the study rooms. But every so often, you turned back to look at him, and he couldn't help laughing. 

When the door was gently closed, and Bradley had wedged a chair under the doorknob, he pressed you back against the wooden surface.

"I heard you're graduating at the top of your major," he whispered, gently running his fingers down the front of your leggings. 

"You heard right," you replied with pride in your voice as you tipped your head to the side and let him kiss your neck. 

"Hmm, you must be pretty smart then." Bradley basked in the sound of you moaning as he teased you.

You gasped as he sucked on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. "Yeah...you could say that." You tossed his hat to the floor, and your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging softly and sending a thrill through him.

"I love smart girls," he murmured, and now he was working one hand down inside your leggings and pressing you back against the door with the other. "I love kissing them until they sound stupid. And I love touching them until they sound so fucking dumb."

"Bradley," you groaned as his fingers found your sweet spot. "Feels good."

"You want a little more?" he asked, pressing his hardness against your thigh. He felt your hands scrambling for the front of his jeans as you nodded, and your lips parted for him to devour your mouth as he slipped a finger into your pussy. "Don't worry about me. I'm going to get you off first."

Slowly your hands drifted up the front of his shirt until you were grasping his shoulders. Bradley finger fucked you against the door until your legs were shaking and you started gettting loud.

"Shh," he whispered, but he had to cover your mouth with his hand when you came. "Sugar, you're so loud for me." He rammed his fingers into you so hard, you were squeezing your eyes shut as you shook. "It's okay."

Bradley watched your eyes open and flutter closed again as he removed his hand from inside you. "Fuck me," you whispered as your fingers languidly unzipped his jeans, and Bradley scrambled to get a condom out of his wallet.

"Shit!" he groaned as your fingers wrapped around his cock. "We used the last one yesterday, and I never replaced it."

But you were easing him back toward one of the chairs. "That's okay. I think we could recreate the first time you got me off in here."

Bradley sat down with his jeans and boxers around his thighs, and he watched intently as you removed your shoes and leggings. You kept on the tiny scrap of purple fabric that was supposedly your underwear, and you straddled Bradley's lap. When you held his cock in your hand and started grinding against him through your underwear, his head tipped back.

"Oh yeah, Sugar." He tipped his head forward to look at you working yourself against him. You were soaking your underwear with your wetness, and Bradley ran his hands along your hips, guiding you a little slower. He wanted to make this last. "Easy," he growled, but that seemed to push you over some sort of edge.

Your lips crashed against his, and both of your hands were all over his hair. You were grinding up and down his length, wiggling your clit against his balls each time you reached them.

"Fuck, Sugar," he said, practically panting. When you pulled away from his mouth, you looked as far gone as he felt. 

Bradley watched you yank your underwear to one side and slide down around him, and once again, fucking you without a condom had to be one of the best things he had ever felt.

Then he shook his head and said, "Sugar, is this a good idea?" But he had his hands wrapped around your hips, fingers digging into your ass as you rode him. 

"Mmhmm. My period is due today or tomorrow," you whispered against his scarred cheek. "Just tell me when you're going to cum, Beer Boy." Your voice was soft and breathless, and your pussy was fucking tight. And Bradley wanted to live in this study room with you for the rest of his life.

Your lips and hands were everywhere as you rolled your hips and moaned his name. And when Bradley was tracing the column of your neck with his tongue, he knew he was close. 

"Sugar. I'm going to cum." You kept riding him, kept rolling your perfect hips, and he was too close now. "Sugar!"

You withdrew him just in time, sinking to your knees in between his thighs. You wrapped your lips around him, pumped one time with your hand, and he was cumming hard in your mouth. 

Bradley watched you sputter for a second before you swallowed all of him down. He was still thrusting a bit in your hand as you kissed his tip and licked him clean.

The words were on the tip of his tongue now, but he knew this wasn't the right time to say them. He just hauled you up onto his lap and said, "I love this study room," instead.

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After you and Bradley managed to pull your clothing back on, he removed the chair from underneath the doorknob, and you curled up on his lap just like you'd been doing for months. 

"I'm going to miss this," you whispered so softly, you weren't sure he would even be able to hear you. 

"Me too," he told you with his chest pressed against yours, and you didn't know how to tell him that you had agreed to move into your dormitory in Chicago early. You had already started packing up your clothing, boxes stacked up in your closet. You'd be leaving Virginia the day after graduation, a full two weeks before Bradley. But leaving early was better than the alternative: staying without him from late May until your term started in August. 

Right now, you just wanted as much time with him now as you could possibly get. Getting your PhD had been your dream before you met Bradley, but that didn't make this any easier. 

"Sugar?" he asked, face buried against your shoulder. 

"Hmm?"

"How am I supposed to go months with you?" 

Your heart clenched at his words. "I'm not sure. I'm trying not to think about it."

He rubbed your back, soothing you so well, you could have fallen asleep if it didn't feel like your heart was about to break. 

"You know," he started, pausing for a few beats before continuing. "I thought I would be a lot more excited about leaving for flight school. But all I can think about is how much I'll miss you."

You nodded against him, trying to block out his words. This was his dream. It had been his dream his entire life! You felt like a roadblock. Bradley should have been allowed to feel excited for this opportunity, because he earned it. You thought he was smart and sweet, even if he would never agree with you. And now he was going to live his dream.

"Wish I was going to Chicago with you."

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Finals were over. Bradley ended up with such a high GPA, even he was shocked. But you weren't, apparently. You just told him you knew he had it in him.

He had started to pack up his stuff. He needed to sell or donate most of it, because he would barely need any of it. When he took his favorite tie dyed shirt out of his dresser, he smiled. He'd be sending you to Chicago with that one. He associated it with you now anyway. And he figured he'd get a lot of selfies of you wearing it around. 

For some reason your differential equations notebook always seemed to be on his desk. He figured you might want to take that one with you, so he set it aside as well. 

There was a soft knock on his door, and then you were opening it and rushing toward him for a hug. "Hi, Beer Boy," you said while you kissed him. But when Bradley got a good look at your face, he saw that it looked like you had been crying. 

"What's wrong, Sugar?" he asked, gently tipping your chin up when you tried to hide your face from him.

"Nothing."

"Seriously? You're crying. Tell me what's wrong." He took both of your hands and guided you to sit on his bed with him. "We graduate in a few days, and then we have two weeks together before I leave for Rhode Island. That's like two spring breaks!"

You laughed a little bit through your tears before your frown returned. "I have to tell you something."

"So tell me," he whispered, placing a kiss to your lips. 

You sucked in a deep breath and swallowed hard. "I'm leaving early. For Chicago. I'm leaving the day after graduation."

Bradley's jaw dropped open, and he stared at you. "Why?" he finally asked. Why, Sugar?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and sniffed. "I can't wait around here until August without you. I can't. So when they invited me to go early, I told them I would."

He just nodded against you and said, "Okay. Okay." But it wasn't okay! Now he only had a few days with you! He wouldn't be able to do all of the things he wanted to do before you left. But he kind of did get it, because he would be miserable waiting here all summer without you. "I understand."

You seemed to sigh in relief as you hugged him, and soon Bradley was tugging off your clothing and pulling his tie dyed shirt over your head, kissing your tattoo in the process. "Let's snuggle?" he suggested, and you held him all night.

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Maybe it made you petty, but perhaps the best part of your graduation ceremony was ending with a higher GPA than Jeff. You got to walk across the stage right before him, and it was announced that you had top marks for your major. 

You kind of wanted to turn around and give him the finger from the end of the stage, but you were too distracted. You had already watched Bradley walk across the stage in his cap and gown, and now you were looking for him in the crowd.

When you spotted him, you ran up to his row, squeezing in between him and Tyson. 

"I'm proud of you," Bradley whispered, lacing his fingers with yours. "And I'm so happy you're smarter than Jeff, because you can tell that it really irritates him."

You stifled a laugh as some students were still walking across the stage and accepting their diplomas. You looked up at Bradley, and it felt like it always did now. Like someone was trying to suffocate you. The same sadness was reflected in his eyes. 

You were flying to Chicago tomorrow. This was it. Your big day was here, and you were going off to actually have a chance to live out the plans you had made. But none of it felt right. 

"Will you come over tonight?" Bradley asked you softly. "One last night, Sugar? It'll be awhile before I get to hold you again."

You just nodded and did your best to hold back your tears. "I'll be there."

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It was late when Bradley guided you into the Beta house with his arm draped around your waist. He was ready to take you upstairs and spend the night showing you how much he was going to miss you. But you stopped Bradley with your hand on his chest when you reached the kitchen door. "One more time, Beer Boy?" you asked with a smile. 

He led you inside and told you, "Go ahead, Sugar. Grab two of the good beers." You got two of the beers that you and he drank together the night you met, and he opened them. You and he took a few sips together in silence. 

"Hey, I thought you told me that nothing in here is off limits to me," you murmured. 

"That's right. Girlfriends are allowed whatever they want."

"You're in here, and I want you," you whispered, biting your lip. 

Bradley laughed and downed half of his beer. "You've had me since the moment I saw you. Maybe it took me a little while to get it together so I could have you, but I was yours."

You were in his arms so fast, Bradley almost dropped his beer bottle. 

"Don't say things like that," you begged him as you kissed his cheek and chin.

"Like what?" he asked you softly as he carried you toward the stairs. 

You sighed and your voice was breathy. "Things that make sense." 

Bradley set you down gently on his bed and you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him down until his lips were on yours. You were working your mouth softly, slowly against his. But he could still tell how much you needed him. 

The brush of your eyelashes against his cheek, and the feel of your fingers in his hair were making him go crazy for you. Just like he always did.

You eased yourself up onto your elbows, and Bradley carefully removed your shirt and bra. His mouth found your tattoo and tasted it immediately. The undersides of your soft breasts felt like heaven on his tongue. He was trying to memorize every sound you were making and everything he was feeling for you. 

"Bradley," you moaned, lifting your hips so he could remove your shorts and underwear. And now he was the one taking his time, kissing your legs as he went. 

"I'll miss you," he said, licking all the way up your slit before wrapping his lips around your clit. "I'll be thinking about this. A lot."

You were moaning his name, legs spread wide for him while he ate your pussy. When you started reaching for his jeans, Bradley eased his body over yours. 

"Tell me what you want, Sugar."

"I just want you." 

Bradley kissed you for a long time before he stood to take his clothes off. You watched him tonight just like you did the first night you spent with him. And as soon as he was rolling a condom on, you were reaching for his hand, pulling him back to you. 

As Bradley pushed himself inside you, he knew that as good as he felt in this moment, he was going to feel just as bad after tomorrow. So he listened to every sigh and moan you made. He let his hands explore your whole body. He fucked you like he needed to. He went slow. 

"You want to take your time," you gasped, caressing his necks and cheeks as he eased himself deep inside you.

"Make this last," he confirmed. And he didn't stop until you came, crying out while your body squeezed him as a few tears slid down your cheeks.

"You're so sweet, Sugar," he whispered against your skin. "I don't want to leave you. I'd rather go with you."

"Bradley," you whispered, keeping your arms around him for a long time. 

When he was finally soft inside you, and you started to move like you wanted to get up, Bradley grabbed his tee shirt and helped you put it on. "Will you take that to Chicago with you? It belongs with you."

"I'll wear it all the time," you promised.

Bradley watched you wipe your tears away, and you both got ready to try to sleep. Wordlessly, you pulled him against you in bed, your lips and breath on his neck as he held you. Bradley rubbed your back until he thought your breathing had evened out in sleep. 

"You don't know how easy it is to love you."

He sang softly to you, and you pulled him impossibly closer as he fell asleep.

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Bradley woke to his alarm going off. You needed time to get your things and head to the airport, and he wanted to make sure he had time to help you.

"Beer Boy," you murmured, your voice sleepy as you looked at him. 

Bradley pushed your hair out of your face and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. "You're beautiful."

You sucked in a shaky breath and he kissed you. But now you were holding back, and it was killing him. He ran his nose along yours and let his hands drift down over your body. You were grabbing at his back as he kissed along your neck, and you finally whispered, "One last time."

"One last time," he agreed with a soft smile. This was going to have to hold him over. 

You were more frantic now as you guided your body up and down his length. He wanted to look at you, but you were holding him so tight it was hard to even kiss you. 

"Sugar, take it easy. Slow down, smart girl."

"No," you muttered, and he could hear the tears in your voice. "I can't."

So Bradley held you and made love to you the way you needed it. And it still felt heavenly when you both came.

You tried to get up, but Bradley pulled you down against him with a kiss. He hopped up quickly to take care of the condom, and then he was back in bed next to you. 

Your gaze was distant as he pulled you close. "Sugar, I don't have any money yet, but when I get my first big Navy paycheck, I'll fly out to Chicago for the weekend. We don't have to wait until the September, okay? You can take me to the bean."

But you were sitting up now and shaking your head. "No."

Bradley sat up too, and pushed your hair back from your face.

"No?"

You started sobbing. "No. You can't come see me in Chicago."

"Why not?" he asked, but his throat was tight with the words. Then he recognized everything for what it was. "Sugar. That was goodbye sex. Wasn't it?"

You nodded your head a few times, your eyes pleading with his. And now he felt tears in his as well.

"We need to break up," you said, your voice catching on the words. "I can't hold you back."

Bradley's arms were around you in an instant. "No, Sugar. Don't do this. You'll go to Chicago, and I'll go to Rhode Island, but it's just temporary!"

"Bradley," you pleaded, pulling away so he could see your face again.

"You don't trust me." He had really hoped he was never going to have to say those words to you. Not now.

But you shook your head right away and took his face in your hands. "That's not it, Bradley! I trust you. You've been the best boyfriend I've ever had. But you worked too hard for this, and you need to focus on flight training. Missing me and thinking about me isn't going to help you. This is your dream."

"Why can't I have two dreams?" he asked softly. Your eyes drifted closed, and he could see the tears leaking down your cheeks now. 

"I'm so proud of you. You're going to be amazing," you told him. 

"Please."

But you just kept shaking your head as you got to your feet and pulled on your shorts and shoes. 

Bradley was sitting on the edge of his bed, with his face in his hands. He only looked up when you said his name so softly, he thought he had imagined it. You had your phone in one hand and you were wearing his shirt, and he didn't think he would ever be the same again after this.

You bent down and brushed your lips softly against his. "I love you, Beer Boy."

And then you turned and ran your fingers along his door, glancing back at him one time before you left.

"Sugar."

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Bradley spent the next two weeks in a state of numbness. His fingers no longer seemed to be able to type out text messages to you; he had sent so many and received none in return. His voice didn't work right anymore, which was fine, because you weren't answering his calls either. You had most certainly blocked his number. 

He knew why you did it. He understood. He would never blame you for it. But that didn't mean that he had to agree with it. The only thing Bradley wanted at the moment was you, and he didn't think that feeling was going to change for a very long time.

When he was cleaning out his room for the last time, he stood in front of his bedroom door. You made him a better person. You made him work for what he wanted. You made him fall in love with you. 

But you wouldn't even let him tell you that. 

Bradley took a photo of his door, and promised himself he would use it as a reminder that he was different and better than he used to be. Then he uncapped the black marker in his hand. He slowly scribbled out your phone number and let himself feel everything. 

But he left the rest for the next guy to deal with. 

SUGAR

what's your number?

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THE END.

Beer Boy and Sugar seem to have some unfinished business.... please stay tuned for Right Girl, Wrong Time!!!!

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[cottonlemonade]

Just Crazy Enough

word count: 2124 || avg. reading time: 9 mins.

pairing: Tendou x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, soft Tendou

warnings: a gamer‘s rage (cursing, suggestive language), some regular swearing too, otherwise none

synopsis: you can’t sleep and Tendou helps you out

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You wake up with a start, gasping for air. Your heart is racing and it takes you a couple of moments to realize where you are.

Evident by the small pool of drool on the table you must have fallen asleep at your desk while working on the paper for your creative writing class. You try to rub away a kink in your neck and reach for your phone to scroll through social media to find a distraction.

Tendou grins at your last message and, pushing his books aside, grabs his laptop. He turns to look over at Wakatoshi sleeping soundly. Normally, not even a jet engine could wake his best friend once he was out, but the red haired boy still decides it would be for the best to move to the common room of the Shiratorizawa dorms. There he could talk to you in voice chat without having to worry about disturbing anyone.

“Hey you.”, you greet him happily, but he can tell you are tired.

He wishes he could have been there when you had woken up and held you until you felt safe enough to go back to sleep.

“Hey to you, too. What do you feel like?”

“Hmm, just regular, I’d say. Not in the mood for ranked.”

While you two are waiting for the game to start he sends another puppy picture and his heart leaps when he hears you fawning over it.

Tendou does his best to distract you as much as possible while you queue, asking about how uni is going and you in turn want to know everything about yesterday‘s training.

You and Tendou have been good friends for about a year and he has been in love with you for about 11 months and two weeks. He met you in his second year, while you were in your third, helping out at a tournament. Having been assigned to support the Shiratorizawa managers, you handed out water and towels. At first Tendou was sure you would, like everyone else, be scared of him, avoid him or something but to his great surprise you were kind and bright and even struck up a conversation with the team when they waited for a new match and had some down time. When he found out you liked the same video games and manga as him he didn’t even notice that the team had called him away to court until Ushiwaka materialized by his side and with that silent stare of his demanded him to follow.

During the game then Tendou’s eyes had begun to look for you whenever he scored a point. He found you fascinating and really very pretty. Not to mention, he was rather surprised to meet a girl who didn’t run for the hills when he looked her way.

After the tournament he was a bit hesitant at first, hanging back in the locker room, trying to figure out if asking for your number was a good idea.

It was only when he was already taking his seat on the bus back to school that he decided to just go for it and jumped back out to jog over to where you were waiting with a few friends for your ride.

You offered a genuine smile and typed your number into his phone, giving sharp looks to a girl who made some mumbled comment about why you were giving him your real number.

Ever since then you are in close contact, meet up for movies, food or just general hangouts and you even come to his games to cheer him on.

The server finally connects you two to a game and for a while you just play without any noteworthy incident unless one would count the near heart attack he experienced when you called him sweet.

In the sixth or so game however...

Could you stop blowing your boyfriend and heal the entire team???

Tendou does a double take when he sees the words appear in the team chat. They can only be targeted towards you. You and him are the only ones in a group plus you are the only straight up healer.

You scoff into your headset and must have heard how he starts to angrily type a reply, because you just say, “Don’t. Let me do it.”

But where would be the fun in that? <3

Tendou coughs when he reads your answer.

Fucking retards, what are you doing!?

Well, we are both a little distracted.

“I’m really sorry for this.”, you say a second later.

“What are you apologizing for?”, he laughs (taking a screenshot of the exchange).

For the rest of the game, you both ignore the ongoing rampage in the team chat, the constant stream of insults and completely out of line suggestions and threats.

He feels bad that you are being attacked like this but on the other hand, you have started to jokingly call him “babe“ and he is thoroughly enjoying the experience.

At the end - of course your team won - you get the title Player Of The Game for Lifesaver and suddenly the chat goes really quiet. Both of you break out into laughter and he types a “Well done, baby. Love you <3“ into the chat sending you into another fit of giggles.

Much to his surprise you don‘t drop the new nickname and while he doesn‘t know what to do about it at first, he quickly figures out that you don‘t object to him returning the favour. As the night goes on he becomes braver and tries to see how much “pretended” flirting he can get away with. About 2 hours later he goes to bed with your “Sweet dreams, my love.” still in his ears, grinning like an idiot.

Usually sleeping in on a weekend with no extra training is a must and given that he has crawled into bed at around 4 in the morning, he easily would have slept until late afternoon. But he feels so energized from last night's events that he wakes up as soon as Wakatoshi comes back from his morning jog.

He reaches for his phone and to his surprise sees that you are already online.

Still feeling elated and confident he types.

Satori: Good morning, gorgeous. Slept well? x

And immediately regrets it. He really hopes he hasn't taken it too far. Shit, what was he thinking!? He tosses the phone away like a hot potato and groans loudly into his pillow - Wakatoshi is so used to his antics that he doesn‘t even question it.

After what is probably the longest minute of his life his phone pings with a new message and, hugging his pillow tightly to his chest, he carefully leans over to squint at the screen.

You: Good morning, loverboy ☺️ how are you already up? It‘s Saturday! Eh, sleep is optional.

His shoulders drop a little at the implication that you haven‘t managed to fall asleep after he left you a few hours ago. But at the same time a wide grin spreads across his face when you don‘t dismiss his affections.

And suddenly he has a crazy idea.

Half an hour later he stands in front of your door, freshly showered, a bag slung over his shoulder, a plan on his mind that may be just crazy enough to work.

You look surprised when you open the door but smile brightly.

"What are you doing here?“ Yawn. “I'm really sorry, but I don't know if I'll be good company today.", you say meekly, the shadows under your eyes telling a vivid story about how long your night must have been.

"Just figured I could be a supportive boyfriend and help my girl sleep."

Too tired to question any of it, you step aside and let him into your tiny student apartment.

When he takes off his shoes and jacket, you suppress another yawn, rubbing your eyes and Tendou tries not to blush at how cute you are.

"Off you go!", he shoos you further into your home, towards your bed, "Go on."

"But-"

"No buts, let's go."

You stumble for a second then shuffle over to your bed, him right behind you.

Sleepily you climb between the sheets, looking at him through heavy eyes, yet another yawn on your lips.

"So you came here to command me to sleep?"

"Not exactly.", he grins mysteriously and an understanding of his plan dawns on your face.

"You are not getting into my bed with street clothes."

"I know.", he taps his bag with a superior look.

Tendou hops into your bathroom and emerges dressed in his sleep wear a few moments later (a loose shirt with a faded charizard roaring across the chest and sweatpants), striking a pose, which makes you chuckle. And then yawn again.

For a second he stands at the foot of your bed, waiting for you to object, to tell him, he has gone too far but to his immense relief you just push a few pillows around and brush a plushie out of the way, making a space for him.

Up until now it has all somewhat felt like a joke, but as he settles into your bed inches from your warm body, he realises what he has accomplished and the weight of it sinks into his stomach. He swallows.

Taking a quiet breath he hesitates, then wraps his arm around you from behind, pulling you against his chest. You shift for a second and he loosens his hold immediately in case you want to scoot away from him again, but you only make yourself comfortable and let out a deep breath. He tightens his hug again, loving how your soft shape fits so perfectly against him. Absurdly, he wonders if you‘ll even be able to sleep with just loud his heart is hammering.

"Thank you.", you mumble.

"Any time."

When you both wake up, the sun has already started to go down again, bathing your home in a golden glow.

"Please take this exactly the way that I am saying it.", your voice was low and a little squished, "It was really nice sleeping with you."

"Glad to hear it. Right back at ya.", Tendou smirks. He is lying on his back, with your head on his chest, your hands, so much smaller than his, folded on top of each other as a cushion. At some point during his sleepover you had entwined your legs with his.

Without thinking he takes a strand of your hair between his fingers and starts to play with it. You stretch luxuriously like a cat in the sun.

"Want to sleep some more?"

"Nah I'm good, but don't you have anything better to do on your day off?"

"Better than this? Fuck no."

You laugh, relaxing again.

A moment later you shiver and he pulls up the blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders.

"You are a very good boyfriend, you know that?"

"Thanks, I try."

You fall into comfortable silence, the only sound coming from the cicadas outside your window and cars whooshing past in the distance.

After a while you begin to fiddle with the hem of his shirt.

"Everything alright?", he asks.

"Yeah I'm just wondering… what this is?"

"A shirt." That earns him a playful knock on the chest and you sit up, taking your cozy warmth with you.

"You know what I mean.", you say with a furrowed brow. Tendou sits up as well, resting his back against your headboard.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.", he says earnestly.

"You didn't. I like what you did for me, but I just don't want to worry about what it means for the next two months so I am asking.", you shrug and Tendou gives you a small smile, which you return, but then look away.

He braces himself. "It means what you want it to mean. If you want to see it as a friend helping out a friend, then great. However…", he searches for the right words, "if you… would not be opposed to the idea of making this a reality … and let me be your actual boyfriend, then that.. would be even better."

You meet his eyes and try to look for any indication of a joke.

“You know, I really can‘t tell if you‘re kidding or not.“

“Why would I joke about something like that?“

“…“

“You have a point, but, well, I‘m not joking right now.“

“Huh. Alright.“

“Alright?“

“Yup.“

“Cool.“

“Rad.“

After a moment of staring at each other with straight faces, you both break out into laughter. Then Tendou pulls you into his arms and peppers your face with kisses.

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art: (the little profile picture used in the texts) @BRTRmilk_ on Twitter

(the dog) by snatti on pixie.net

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[soobpricity]

this love - kang taehyun

letter 8 ; it’s you and me, that’s my whole world

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

“did you really have to say yes to him ?” beomgyu asked, rolling his eyes as he messed around with a baseball. he laid on top of your bed, throwing the ball before catching it, repeating the same process constantly.

“of course i did, i made a promise, you know i try my best to keep my promises, beomgyu.” you replied, looking through your closet, eyes catching what piece of clothing each hanger had. “ning ning.. don’t you have anything ?”

you turned around to look at your friend who sat next to beomgyu, eyes on her phone as she tried to look for a cute yet effortless hairstyle for you to wear. she scrolled through pinterest while thinking about any of the things she brought as a possible suggestion for you.

“hmm…” and as she had settled her phone down, it was as if a lightbulb turned on, immediately getting up from your bed and picking up her backpack which was leaning against your desk.

“really ning, you’re going to condone yn’s actions ?” he questioned nearly in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes and raising his eyebrows.

“then again beomgyu, maybe it’s time you let your little birdie fly off and make their own nest.” sunghoon commented, scrolling through his phone. his eyes following all the pictures that popped up on his screen. he noticed a few pictures of his classmates at a fair, which made him realize, sitting up and giving you a small stare. “yn, do you even know where he’s taking you ?”

“hm ?” you stood there, a small pout appearing on your face. thoughts racing as you took in sunghoon’s comments. your hand came up to the top of your head, scratching at your scalp as a way to show your confusion. “umm… no.”

“SEE !! he could totally be setting you up and you’re still so insistent on going.” beomgyu got up from your bed, which only made ning switch her attention to the boy. she gave a small slap to his shoulder causing beomgyu to sit right back down, a sulky expression sitting on his face.

“well.. what if he’s taking you to the fair ? it looks so cute there, and so many kdrama moments could happen. like what if you show interest in like a plushie and he notices and so he then tries his best to win it !! or like what if the two of you share a pretzel !” sunghoon speaks up, his voice getting a higher pitch with each idea that he came up with. his delusional thoughts settling into your own mind.

“oh em gee ! you’re so right !!” ning ning agrees, her voice nearly squealing in the process, yet all you could do was beam with happiness at the ideas that sunghoon was planting in your mind. digging through her bag to see what would be great in the event of a fair. she threw you a casual, yet cute outfit your way. an outfit where you didn’t have to shy away from any kind of movement, which still seemed so cute and practical.

you exited your room, changing your clothes in the bathroom before returning to your group of friends. “so ?”

“so ? you look so cute !!! right guys ?” ning ning admired you from head to toe, happy that she came up with such a cute outfit. beomgyu nodded, clapping his hands for you as sunghoon simply gave you a thumbs up. “hmm.. i think you’re all ready !!”

“what time is it ?”

“4:16..” beomgyu checked his phone before answering your question. passing you your bag with all of your essentials already in, all thanks to sunghoon and beomgyu who took care of that for you. 4 minutes before taehyun was going to pick you up. he had already sent you a text that he was on his way.

“you guys all came together, right ?” you questioned, looking at your three friends who were now all standing up.

“yup, beomgyu gave us a ride.. oh give us a call if you need anything.” sunghoon smiled, he was so excited to hear that you’d be going on a date with taehyun even though him and the two others were quite against the idea at the beginning.. but now seeing you all ready for your date, they were happy that you made the right decision.

you heard a ding from your phone before hearing a knock on the door, thankfully your family wasn’t home to answer the door for you. you took one last look at ning ning, sunghoon, and beomgyu. excitement yet a subtle anxiousness settling in your body.

“you’ve got this.”

“you’ll do great !!”

“give us a call if you need anything.”

you nodded your head to your friends, hearing them cheer on for you.

“oh !” ning ning suddenly spoke up. “you better tell us about the aftermath !!” you could only nod, agreeing to share all the details about your date after it was over. you waved your hand to them, heading to the door and opening it. seeing a kind hearted taehyun carrying a bouquet filled with daisies. he was dressed in a beige jacket with a white top underneath, black pants going down to his ankles.

“here you go !!” he handed the white filled bouquet to you, a tiny smile sitting on his face. you reached out for the flowers, gently carrying them and giving them to ning ning who was hiding behind a wall.

“thank you so much !” you grinned, hoping that ning ning wouldn’t leave with your flowers that you happily received. you exited your house, taehyun reaching out for your hand which you gladly accepted. “oh, by the way.. where are we going ?”

“hmm.. you’ll see when we get there.” he exclaimed, he felt nearly enchanted by you. taehyun couldn’t help but feel ten times more nervous than he initially was. “but ! you look really pretty.”

“thank you, y’know,” you stopped in your tracks, causing taehyun to stop. looking at you, worried that maybe he said something wrong. you enjoyed seeing his worried expression overtake the wholesome smile that was on his face. “you look really..”

“i look really…” he panicked, did he not dress up enough to impress you. should he go home real quick and change up his clothing. or is he supposed to stay in his outfit and hope that it doesn’t ruin the date ?

“you look really handsome, but when don’t you ?” his worried eyes were immediately turned into happy half crescents. the way that the relief washed over him made you giggle which had just naturally slipped out even though you had been trying to keep it back. you felt a bit bad for making taehyun go through so many emotions through a span of a single minute.

the two of you walked and talked, hands intertwined with each other as the two of you walked through the rather busy sidewalk. all the nervousness that the two of you felt had slowly began to dissipitate. your eyes admiring the town’s beauty, the sun still high in the sky giving an orange tint to the dark cyan that had originally filled the sky. you caught a glimpse of a booth. plushies hung in the back, a volunteer who looked rather bored of his task. small bean bags resting on his table. however, your interest wasn’t in the game, it was in the squirrel plushie that was hung with all the other ones.

“taehyun..” you spoke up, stopping the mentioned boy from walking any further into the fair, realizing that sunghoon was correct and the two of you would be spending the evening here. taehyun turned around, taking a small look at you before noticing that your eyes were focused on something else. he turned to look at the booth, still not 100% sure what was catching your attention. “doesn’t that plushie kinda look like you.. the squirrel ?”

“do you want me to go win it for you ?” taehyun asked, feeling like this was the perfect opportunity for him to charm you with all the athleticism that ran through his body. all you did was nod, taehyun guided you through the bustling street. he knew the fair was quite an attraction spot, but it was a lot more full than he imagined. the two of you arrived at the booth, taehyun paying a few cents to be given three opportunities to get the bean bags into the cornhole. he felt quite excited to play the bean bag toss, he couldn’t wait to get you that plushie that reminded you of him.

there were 6 holes in total, he had to receive 100 points in order to win that plushie. for each successful throw, he had to take a step back. the closest holes were worth a total of 25 points, the two above it would grant him 50 points, and the farthest hole would give him 100 points.

it seemed pretty easy, just go for the farthest hole and he can easily win, it’s that simple..

however…

something in taehyun was off, he missed his first try even though he was so confident that he could easily achieve the win and secure you your so desired plushie.

but…

he then missed the second try. unlike his first try which was a bit of a under throw.. this time he over threw, missing the target by just a bit.

and by this point you would’ve thought that it was just a few mistakes, but taehyun’s final try was a complete miss.. but at least it did make it into one of the 50 points. however, 50 points didn’t get you anything.. well it did get the winner a lollipop. but taehyun didn’t want the lollipop, he wanted the squirrel plushie.

he turned around to face you, sulky pout resting on his face. just as you were going to comfort him, he faced the volunteer. handing him a few more cents, winning himself 3 more attempts.

another 3 attempts that resulted in pure failure. but taehyun wasn’t going to give up, no matter how much you tried to convince him it was okay. that you didn’t really even need the plushie, but he needed to get it for you. he wanted to. because he wanted to know that you would own something that reminds you of him. he just couldn’t pass up this opportunity that you granted him.

by this point taehyun realized what he was doing wrong, he had been too insistent on getting those 100 points right off the bat. so he gave the man another few cents, he was going to aim for the two 50s and maybe use the last try on an extra 25 points.

his first try was successful.. his second try was better than he thought it would be, easily making it into the hole. he had achieved the 100 points !! he threw the last bean bag into the 25 points. turning around and facing you as he attempted to act as nonchalant as he could, however your happy and cheery smile made him pop out a grin too. he turned back around to face the volunteer who silently asked him which plushie he would like.

“the squirrel one please !” taehyun exclaimed, watching as the volunteer detached the squirrel from the wall that he was hanging on, handing it over to taehyun. taehyun passed it over to you, as your eyes were filled with pure joy. but he felt like there was something that you were holding back. “yn ? did you want another one ?”

“i was trying to tell you when you took a break in between but each time that i tried to, you went back to it.. then i realized that you really wanted to win this one for me so i didn’t say anything.”

“i’m sorry, which one did you want ?” he apologized, his hand on your back. but this was better for him, not only was he going to win you a single plushie, he was going to win you another one.

“the black cat one, the one with the green eyes.. i think that one really looks like you !!” you exclaimed, pointing to another booth which had bottles lined up in the back, 3 stacks of empty water bottles. in all reality, it looked much easier than the bean bag toss. he was sure he could win that one for you.

“i can definitely get you that one !!” he held onto your hand, helping you find your way through the crowd and towards the booth. he payed a few cents to get a few tries, you felt a bit bad for making him pay for something that he would be giving you. however, everytime you tried to pay, he would immediately pull out a few cents that he had in his pocket.

he held a baseball in the palm of his hand, he was pretty confident in his ability to aim. he aimed right in the lower center of all the plastic water bottles. huge smile appearing on your face as you watched as all the bottles fell onto the floor. in one try, taehyun had won you the black cat plushie. you praised him, embracing him as the two of you excitedly cheering.

for a while the two of you walked around the fair, partaking in fun activities with each other by one another’s side. your hand carrying one plushie and taehyun held onto the other. your free hands joining each other, holding onto each other with a happy tiny smile resting on your faces.

however, as you walked more, you began to grow thirstier, asking taehyun if he wanted to take a small break. agreeing with you, before running off to go get the two of you a drink.

taehyun stood in line, you observed him from afar, sitting in a round bench. the sun was beginning to set, you had been so filled with entertainment and fun that you had failed to notice that time was going by quite quickly. which you could only be disappointed, wishing that you could’ve spent more time with taehyun.

taehyun finally returned after waiting in the rather long line, however a surprised face appeared on you. realizing that taehyun arrived with only one drink, two straws inside of it. innocently placing it down in the center, directly between the two of you as he took his seat. he scratched the back of his neck, thinking about what excuse he should make for something that he completely did on purpose.

“sorry.. they umm.. they only gave me one drink and i was going to say something about it, but they only charged me the price of one drink and i didn’t want you to wait any longer since you must be pretty thirsty.”

his lie was successful. as you simply nodded, understanding that he was simply prioritizing you. you placed your lips over the colored plastic straw, barely taking a sip before taehyun suddenly did the same thing. his face only a few inches away from yours, his brown orbs staring into your now confused ones. your lips parting, your straw laying on your tongue as you hesitantly pulled back, clearing your throat. eyes wandering the entire scenery, looking everywhere but at taehyun.

“is your heart fluttering ?” he questioned, pulling away from the drink as well. he only made you scoff, ears turning red.

“..n-no..” as much as you denied his claims, he could easily tell by the way your body was reacting. a light red blush settling on your cheeks. tucking your hair behind your ear, as you still refused to make eye contact with taehyun. “course not..”

“you can have the drink.” he laughed, sliding the drink over to you. however you only slid it back between the two of you, right in the center.

“we can share.. just don’t startle me like that again.”

“startle, love, you were completely flustered..” he only watched as you avoided his eyes. your head resting on top of one of the plushies that he had gotten you. “do you want to go to the center of the park ? apparently they’re going to set off a few fireworks.”

you nodded, standing up from your seat, taehyun came around to help you with your two plushies. as you grabbed shared drink, you followed him, a little bit sad with the absence of his hand in yours. taehyun laid down his jacket on the grass, signaling for you to take a seat, which you hesitantly accepted.

“i had a ton of fun today, tae..” you admitted, as he took a seat next to you, the two of you sitting shoulder to shoulder. as you began to take something out of your bag, it wasn’t anything big, it was a small little necklace that you had gotten from a vendor while taehyun was getting your drink. “here you go !!”

“yn..” he put the bracelet into the palm of his hand, admiring the little details on the necklace, the center of it held a rose. he smiled, looking back up at you. “you really didn’t have to.. but it’s so pretty !! i’ll be sure to wear it often.”

“of course i had to, you practically spoiled me so much today. this was the least i could do, let me see it..” he placed the necklace into your hands. as you stood up, crouching behind the boy and putting the necklace around his neck before returning to your spot next to him.

taehyun widely grinned, happy to have something that you gifted him. taehyun knew that you didn’t have to do something like this for him, after all he was obsessed with the idea of spoiling you. but the sweet gesture truly made his heart swell.

he put an arm around your figure, pulling you in, as you still made eye contact with him, faces full of euphoria as the two of you got drunk in each other’s presence. the sky began to turn dark much quicker than expected, popping beginning to go off. and while you and taehyun had initially planned on watching the fireworks go off.

the second that said fireworks had started, the two of you weren’t focused on anything but the other. as your lips touched his, a tingling sensation resting in your stomach. slightly pulling on the collar of his undershirt to pull him closer into you. his peachy lips pressed into yours, as taehyun’s hand came to cup your cheek.

the euphoric feeling was mutual filled with the excitement and anticipation, kisses filled with nothing but love. oh how he so adored you, and you did so too. it was apparent in the kiss that the two of you were absolutely pouring your love and heart into one another.

taehyun pulled away as soon did you, he kept your cheeks in his hand. he sent you a radiant smile, pulling you into him. your head resting on his chest, his chin resting atop of your head, the two of you silently yet comfortably watching as the fireworks went off. color filling the dark sky, a few red sparks and blue sparks going up into the sky before releasing a rainbow full of colors.

the both of you stayed until the very end. taehyun walked you home, his home wasn’t very far from yours and he had one last thing to give you.

“yn..” he spoke up, breaking the silence that the two of you had going on for quite a long while. although, it was a comfortable silence, one where the two of you were just basking in each other’s warmth and love. “umm… my season is about to begin, soccer season.. and i-..”

“what’s up ? you weren’t this nervous a while ago.” you teased, a grin beaming from you. although you held taehyun’s hand tightly as a form of support, knowing that he truly was quite nervous.

“if you don’t want to it’s okay.. if you think im taking it too far then it’s okay.. but… do you think you could do me the honor.. of wearing my jersey and going to one of my games..?”

the only thing you could do was beam with a sunny grin on your face, pulling the boy into your arms. taehyun felt so much more relieved now that he had asked, he had been waiting the entire day to ask you.

“of course i would tyun ! just let me know when you’re going to play and don’t forget to give me the jersey.” you beamed, the boy smiling in return as he pulled you into him one last time. pressing a small peck onto your lips, he ruffled your hair.

“i’ll get going now.. sleep tight my love, i’ll see you on monday.”

“bye bye tyun, sweet dreams.”

“i will, when i’m dreaming about you.” he playfully responded as you watched his figure disappear.

©️soobpricity

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an: AHHH !! finally posted 🤭🤭 happy new years !!! (if it’s new years for you yet, personally it’s not for me) setting a new year’s resolution to be a bit more consistent. i’m also just kinda scared for next year, im not sure why, this year also went by pretty quickly and time is definitely not on my side.. but hopefully this next year is nicely paced. this year was so surreal though.. went to see txt 3 times for act sweet mirage.. then i went to go see them at lolla !! liked this year was full of travels and my sister and i are already planning on trying to see them next year 🤭🤭 i hope everyone’s year is beyond good !! and i hope that everyone is able to enjoy their year ahead without any major regrets or worries

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[broooooo]

Chosen

I'm Aaron, highschool student, not very good at much and not very interested in alot, don't have a path in life

I opened my door to a strange sight, Zack, resident hot guy of my highschool senior class and top athlete, but standing Infront of me he was dazed and drooling, shirtless , sweety abs, wearing muddy cleats , just as if he came from football practice. He was holding a separate pair of cleats in his hand.

"um, yes?" I say confused.

Zack slobly says , "yoooo brahhh, wasappp" hear!

He throws the dirty cleats he was holding into my hands.

I stumble in confusion

"huh? What?"

Zack says "you were chosen bro, coach knows all, your one of us"

I stand there confused and before I can say anything I leaves running, leaving the smell of sweat, dirt and beer behind.

"what was? Well, very confusing, now what do I do with these?, What did he mean one of us?, Fuck I'm so confused, damn these cleats smell rank"

"Hmm I wonder.." I guess since I have them, ill try them on" heart racing and boner forming .."damn, I'm horny? Heh, fun sure whatever xd"

I go to try them on, even with socks on, I can feel the grim and sweet through the fabric, the foot mold in the soul, weirdly fitting snuggly.

At this point I'm hot and horny, my boner, hard through my pants and already leaking pre.

I look in the mirror, "heh, damn brahh.." vision going blurry, Mind going fuzzy.

My feet are getting warm, hot even, it spreads through my body hot and electric,

One of us, the only thing on my mind, all I can think at that moment, I start to drool.

"waaaa braaaaah huhuhu " my body is changing, legs stretching, abs forming, pecks hardening, arms thickening, hands going hard and rough, legs getting thick and dense, neck muscles forming, my jaw is widening and going square and sharp, long hair shortening into a quafed style, sides shaved.

My dick leaking and streching 12 inches and into a beer can size.

My clothes rip and fall, leaving me nude and huge only thing on is the cleats

Drool pooling on the floor

Continuous through my mind,

"one of us, one of us of us.. on loop

"huhuhu brahhh ehhe one of them"

My mind changes , I'm one of them, a hot, horny football jock, coach knows all, I. Am one of them, I am a obedient jock heuhuhu.

As I say this I jerk off my dick saying,

"One of them,

One of them

Huhuuehu yaaa brahhh hehe

BRAHHHH IM ON OF THEM

A dum jock heeh"

Pools of sum erupt from my dick, going all over me, my mirror, the floor, my old self gone,

Yet my dick still leaking

""huhhuhue yooo brahh, dat gud load hehh"

My phone gets a message from coach,

-pratice at 12 my boy, one of us, flex

I flex hard and send a picture

"huhuhu brahhh ehhe, one of us brooooooooo

Brahhhhhh heh3hhee

Dick still leaking, stick horny as hell,

Zack comes through the front door with a dirty kit, l

Were leaking and drooling,

One of us hehehe

"Welcome to the team ma broooo!"

"Damn brooooo Zack tyyy, we could go to practice "

I am Aaron, a dumb jock going to practice with ma bro Zack both naked , horny and covered in cum

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I think it's good xd, hope you like it xd

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Bengiyo's Queer Cinema Syllabus

For those who are not aware, I have decided to run the gauntlet of @bengiyo’s Queer Cinema Syllabus and have officially started Unit 2: Race, Disability, and Class. The films in Unit 2 are: The Way He Looks (2014), Being 17 (2016), Naz and Maalik (2015), The Obituary of Tunde Johnson (2019), Margarita With a Straw (2014), My Beautiful Laundrette (1985), Brother to Brother (2004), and Beautiful Thing (1996)

Today I will be writing about

My Beautiful Laundrette (1985) dir. Stephen Frears

[Run Time: 1:37, Available- Amazon, Hulu, Language: English]

Summary: “An ambitious Pakistani Briton and his white boyfriend strive for success and hope when they open a glamorous laundromat.” (from IMDB)

Cast: * Daniel Day-Lewis as Johnny * Gordon Warnecke as Omar

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Hmm. Okay so, before I get too far in to this, I feel like this film was the hardest one for me to follow from a plot standpoint (so far). There were a lot of little things happening that took a bit for me to really understand, and that caused some challenges in how I engaged with this film. I will admit at this point that this was a movie I probably need more historical context for (ie some of the political commentary in the film, the state of Britain at the point in which this film was made, etc.) but my brain is fried from life stuff, and I do not have the energy to do that research right now. 

gif by @itsmyfriendisaac

Fundamentally, I do think there is something extremely interesting in the role reversals here of the Pakistani immigrant family being the richer, more successful characters, compared to the white people in the film. And this makes sense because what I was able to get through the movie is the racism that came out of Pakistani immigrants moving to Britain, establishing lives, and then becoming the scapegoats for the suffering of poor white people (when obviously they are not the actual problem). 

Omar comes alive at the thought of getting to make something out of his life, rather than just be a caretaker for his father. A father who has become a victim to the racism and vitriol he has witnessed in Britain. A man who gave compassion, advice, care to young white boys only to see them march against him when they grew up. 

I loved the visual commentary about how women can be forgotten, every time that Nasser’s wife walked by a room, quiet, unnoticed, and soaking in all this information about Omar, Tania, and Nasser’s affair. 

I did love the visual commentary around ever looming danger. This standstill that Johnny’s old crew came to with Johnny, Omar, and the laundrette. A show of numbers, a threat of violence, that never triggered because there was no reason to do so. Johnny still had power and influence over his white friends, and that kept them quiet. But they loom. They are an ever present danger that Omar just ignores. Omar and Johnny continue to live their lives, build out the laundrette, try to achieve success despite the ever present danger. Which is as strong as a visual metaphor you can get towards existing as a part of one or more oppressed groups. 

I like that fundamentally, Omar did all of this to show his Dad that he could be successful. Because he wanted to show his father that everything he’d heard said about him by the white boys he went to school with, and by Britain were wrong. That he was successful, and he had white people working for him. And how that is only revealed when Omar and Johnny have done the work of selling coke, refurbishing the entire place, and then opening it. I like that Omar’s father does not consider his son opening this laundrette as a success, because he wants Omar to be educated. Because he understands the importance of education, and how a lack of education makes people susceptible to propaganda. I also appreciate that Omar was spared from hearing that. 

I love that Omar and Johnny’s feelings for eachother are never really disguised. Like, if you are queer, you can see from the second they are reunited that those two have almost certainly fucked before. But that good old fashioned heteronormativity is what really seems to shield them from suspicion by most people (besides Tania it seems). 

And for as brutal of a beating as it was, I did genuinely enjoy the scene both for the commentary around how no one really is ever safe. That once your former in-group decides you are now part of the out-group, you are no longer safe. And further, that Omar very adamantly, casually, and happily took care of Johnny and treated his wounds and did not let him leave because he does love Johnny. I love that the film ends with the two of them in the laundrette, with Omar kissing the back of Johnny’s neck, in front of a couple shattered windows. Why? Because for me, it speaks volumes about how Omar views his relationship to Johnny and the world. He treats Johnny rather than worrying about his laundrette, because he loves Johnny, and Johnny is hurt. The windows can be replaced. 

gif by @oscarskirt

For/By/About 

By and About 

The writer of the film is bisexual, and the main characters are queer, which puts it in a By and About Queers category. I am on the fence about the For Queer people, because again, with most of the films in Unit 2, I feel like the Race, Disability, and Class aspects of the film are more of the central voice. For My Beautiful Laundrette, the race and class aspects seem like the heavier hitters, but the reason I’m on the fence is because there are some aspects of Johnny and Omar’s relationship that aren’t verbalized that I feel like may only be picked up on (easily) by a queer audience. 

Favorite Scene 

gif by @eriklehnsherryes

I really loved the scene where Johnny and Omar are fucking in the back room while Nessan and Rachel are dancing inside the laundrette. I appreciated that it felt like it was used to highlight the legitimacy of both of their relationships/love for one another. And that both fucking (and spitting champagne in to Omar’s mouth) could be presented in a way that felt romantic because it was paralleled to a couple dancing lovingly together. 

Favorite Quote

“We must all have knowledge if we are to see what is being done to whom in this country” 

A quote said by Omar’s dad to Johnny. I like it because it addresses what I think is the core of this film. And it shows in very few words, why he ended up this way, why he wants Omar to go to college, and where his ideology and life experience lies. 

Score

8/10 

I think this film falls to the classic blunder of trying to say too many things in too short of a time. As a result, we only get glimpses in to characters, and it is harder for me to see and understand their motivations.

#queer cinema syllabus #bengiyo queer cinema syllabus #my beautiful laundrette #my beautiful laundrette (1985)

[misschimotosuwa-blog]

Study Date Confession

Genre: fluff

Characters: Iruma-kun, Reader (fem), Opera, Sullivan, Alli (Gluttonous Feeder Ring)

T/W: none

A/N: wow, fanfic writing is fun, I see why y'all do it. I wrote this for some comfy feelings tonight, and it worked ☺️💕🥺 hope someone out there besides me enjoys this haha

Still the same Iruma I fell for ❤️

You’ve had a crush on Iruma for about 3 months now

No, not because he has been “standing out” or because he is the Grandson of the famous demon Sullivan — but because he’s shown and taught you things you’ve never known or realized before in the Netherworld

You’ve started studying together quite frequently — but you desire more — yet you’re still too shy to do anything about it

Today will be another study date with Iruma — this time, at his house

You finished up with class, then met up with him outside of The Royal One.

You then proceeded to WALK to his house??  You wonder why you would not fly?  Does he want more time alone with you?? 

You blush hard as you continue the walk to his house.

You finally arrive

Wow his house is huge

You begin to show a concerned look on your face

Iruma notices, and reaches out his hand to you

“It’s alright (Y/N)” Iruma smiled and stretched out his hand to you.  Ba-dump.  Your heart began to race as you took his hand, and squeezed it tight as you continued through the gates of the Sullivan mansion. 

An androgynous looking demon with cat ears and red hair opened the door for you.  “Welcome home Iruma — and a welcome to you miss (Y/N)”. “Thanks Opera” Iruma gestured you through first, and Opera whispered something into Iruma’s ear that made him turn bright red as he rushed in right after you.  

“Welcome home my darling Iruma!!” a tall elderly demon rushed to hug Iruma and spun him around.  He set Iruma down “my goodness me, is this (Y/N), the demoness you’ve been spending all of your precious time with??  Ooooh how beautiful!  Isn’t my Grandson just the GREATEST?!” “Grandpa!!!!” Opera grabbed Sullivan by the collar “we’ll be heading out for errands now”.  “Awww but I wanna see this momentous occasion in my Grandson’s liiiiife…. Bye bye my sweet Iruma…..” The front door closed.

“Well, should we get to studying?” Iruma smiled awkwardly as your heart began to race even faster and harder. (We’re all alone now, oh my gosh oh my gosh… ok.. be cool… just be cool).  “Yes, yes.. let’s do just that!” You stammered.  

You and Iruma headed to his room

Geez it was enormous!

His bed was so luxurious and you were so tempted to jump right in

Iruma sat on his bed and opened his text book “so what should we study first?” He smiled at you.  But today, you just couldn’t pay attention.  Your heart just wouldn’t calm down.  I mean, you’re in the boy you like’s room!!  “I-I.. I need to use the restroom…” (what am I saying?!) You headed out the door to search for the restroom.  

Meanwhile Iruma’s POV

Iruma flopped over onto his bed “…I wonder what’s up with (Y/N)… she’s been silent all day… did I upset her?”.  Alli popped out of the glutoness feeder ring “my, I wonder?”  “Huhh???” “It’s obvious, my dear little Iru.” “Wh..what’s obvious.” “You really don’t get it do you?” Alli face-palmed “the poor girl is in love.” “In Love?  With who?”  Alli sighed “with YOU!”.  “Huh?!  With me?!?!  There’s no way.”  “You really are clueless.  Well, what’re you gonna do about it, small fry?”  “Me?  I.. I don’t know… I’ve never had a girl be in love with me before.. I’ve never even been on a date.. I was always too busy working back in the human realm.  I’m not even sure I’ve ever had a crush on a girl — there just wasn’t any time.  Well, what do you think I should do, Alli?”  “Well, that depends on you.  Do you fancy her too, hmm?”  Iruma put his hand on his chin and began to think.  He began to picture all of the times he’s spent with you, all of the laughs, smiles — everything.  And for some reason… began to smile… a whole-hearted genuine smile that radiated from his entire being.  You could almost see beams of light surrounding him.  “Well, I’ve never really experienced any romantic feelings before.. but I do know that (Y/N) is very special to me… maybe I’ll try and see how I feel when she gets back.”  

The door creaked open

“H-hey Iruma-kun, sorry I took a bit” you smiled very awkwardly and hesitantly sat down beside Iruma.  Ba-dump!  Just after you had left to get your heart rate in check, it sky rocketed almost immediately being in such close proximity to such a beautiful angel.  “It’s alright (Y/N) no worries!”  Iruma smiled his usual cheerful smile.  “Shall we continue our studies?”  You nodded as you admired his big beautiful eyes and adorable smile.  Iruma began reading the textbook passage, but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t focus on anything other than his soft and soothing voice.  “(Y/N)……(Y/N)…… (Y/N)?”  You finally snapped out of it.  “Y-yes, Iruma-kun?”  He closed his text book.  “We don’t have to study tonight, I think we’re pretty much caught- up on the curriculum by how often we’ve been studying recently.  May I ask what’s bothering you?  I’d really hate it if I hurt or offended you in any way.”  You shook your head and hands frantically “No, no! You’ve got it all wrong!”  “I have?  Well, that’s a relief”. Iruma reached out and put his right hand gently on your head and gazed at you in a sweet and heartfelt manner “mind telling me what’s really going on?  I’d like to help if I can.”  Out of instinct you took his hand that was on your head and placed it against your cheek.  “I-I….. I love you Iruma-kun!  I can’t keep that from you any longer!”  Your eyes widened, and you immediately curled into a shy ball hiding from whatever happens next. 

You were now surrounded in your own thoughts, insecurities, and darkness.  (What will Iruma say?  What will he do?  Is our friendship now over??). 

Light peeked in through your pit of self-doubt and darkness.  Iruma swooped you up into a princess carry and nuzzled your face.  “I guess I didn’t realize until now… but, (Y/N), I love you too”.  Iruma stared at you with such an honest and earnest gaze, even though you’ve been burned by many demon boys before.. this time… it truly seemed different.  “Oh, Iruma…” you smiled back so tenderly.  You two connected foreheads and gazed at the beautiful Netherworld moonlight beaming through his balcony window.  You ran your fingers through his soft, feathery blue hair.  “Oh how I love you Iruma… can I ever say it enough?”  Iruma’s knees buckled and his face turned red… the two of you toppled over.  You giggled profusely and pet his head “still the same Iruma I fell for”.  You smiled at each other, and you proceeded to hug while still toppled over.  You laid atop Iruma as he gently pet your head, and the two of you drifted into a soft and blissful sleep.

A highschool study date turned into a sleepover... Huh. I wonder how Sullivan and Opera reacted?

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[irafuwas]

After the recent encounters with Sebek and Lilia’s tsums, Silver suspected his own tsum must be out there somewhere, waiting for its turn to make an appearance. What he was not expecting, however, was to wake up one morning and find a whole trio of his doppelgangers sitting on his bed.

But they aren’t tsums. Sitting astride on the pillow next to him are three tiny, humanoid creatures with silver hair, white skin, and eyes a curious blend of blue and purple. One creature is dressed in the Diasomnia dorm uniform, another in the school’s PE uniform, and the third in the white lab coat and green goggles that students wear for alchemy class. Each one is no bigger than the palm of his hand.

He wonders if they’re stuffed animals, or perhaps some playthings his father had left on his bed as a prank, but quickly discovers that isn’t the case when the creatures stand up and scatter as he reaches out to touch them.

Still half-asleep, Silver hastily gathers the three little oddities in his arms and calls Lilia and Sebek to the dorm lounge. He stops by Malleus’s room on the way and goes to knock on the door, but can’t bring himself to lower his raised fist onto the wood. He continues to the lounge, not wanting to disturb their young prince.  

Lilia leans over and picks up one of the creatures - the one dressed in a tiny Diasomnia uniform, hat and all - and it lets out a startled squeak as he raises it into the air.

Sebek twists his face into a grimace. “Blech! It squeaked! Not only do they physically resemble rodents, but they sound like them, too.”

“Did you just call me a ra-”

“Wait, is that a tag affixed to its back? Is there something written on it?” Sebek asks. He points to a white strip of paper peeking out from underneath the creature’s coat.

Lilia turns the creature over in his hands and brings the tag up to his face, reading aloud the miniscule text as he squints.

“It says… Nui..guru..mi? Nuigurumi? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Lilia looks up at Sebek and Silver, and both boys shake their heads in bewilderment.

“You guys haven’t either, huh. Hmm…” Lilia turns the creature in his hands this way and that, looking over every inch of it as though searching for some hidden clue that might unravel this mystery. “Well, for the time being, I say we just keep an eye on them. Just like we did when those tsums appeared.” Lilia sets the creature down on the floor and it toddles over to hide behind his legs, staring up at the three of them with unblinking eyes.

“I think that’s a good idea, father,” Silver says. Sebek crosses his arms and huffs, “Of course it’s a good idea, you twit! This is Sir Lilia we’re talking about! Legendary general of-“

“Anyways,” Lilia interrupts with a laugh, “We’ll need to figure out what to call these things. “Nuigurumi” is a bit of a mouthful, but I think “nui” would work just fine.”

Before Silver can open his mouth to voice his agreement, Sebek lets out a cry and starts clawing at his back.

“Augh!! Silver, unhand me at once!!!”

“I’m not touching you?”

Sebek spins on him like a panther.

“I know that!” he spits. “Clearly I was referring to the miniature Silver that’s presently crawling around on my back!!”

Silver sighs and plucks the nui off the other boy, but it quickly wriggles free from his grip and jumps down to the floor. It races over to join the other two nuis clinging to Lilia’s legs.

“Hmph! Wretched little things…” Sebek mutters.

“How about this: Just so we know who’s talking about what, w’ell call this little one “Dorm Silver”, this one “PE Silver”, and this one “Lab Silver”? Does that sound alright?” Lilia offers.

Sebek and Silver both nod, frowning.

“Why must those creatures insist on accompanying Sir Lilia everywhere he goes? It’s vile. Do they not understand he requires his personal space?”

“Yeah, it’s a real shame.”

Lilia, with the nuis in tow, had announced he’d be eating lunch with a few of his classmates so they could work last-minute on some group assignment, and Silver and Sebek agreed to wait for Malleus at their usual table. Sebek rips a massive chunk out of his turkey sandwich and chews noisily as he glares at the nuis from across the cafeteria.  

“And why are they so determined to do every little thing for him? Look, now the one in the gym uniform’s trying to pour Sir Lilia’s tomato juice for him! As though he were but an infant! Do they not realize he’s more than capable of tending to his own needs?!”

“Reminds me of a certain someone.”

“Whoever that may be, I should hope they’d learn to cease with such unsightly behavior!! It’s truly maddening!”

Sometimes, Silver just can’t tell if Sebek is joking or not, and he doesn’t have the energy that afternoon to try and find out. But Sebek is right, the nuis havebeen hovering around his father nonstop the past few days – taking turns riding on Lilia’s head and shoulders any chance they can get, and happily fetching black licorice and other snacks for him from the dorm kitchen while he games.

And they haven’t just been doting on Lilia. Silver didn’t need to chastise his father for picking up the tv remote with his feet again that morning, for Lab Silver knocked the device out from between Lilia’s toes with an angry squeak before Silver could even say anything.

Although Silver’s been enjoying the short reprieve from having to keep an eye on his father’s antics, he’s also been perplexed by the man’s behavior the past few days. There are moments when Lilia grows so quiet and so still that Silver wonders if he’s still even there, and he’ll look over and see his father cradling the nuis in his arms and rocking them with a gentle sway.

Something tugs at Silver’s heart when he sees his father smiling down at them like that - with all the warmth and reassurance of a childhood summer. But he doesn’t know what that “something” is, can’t find a name for it as he’s plunged once more into that same broad expanse of emotions his father has pulled him down into countless times before. He gropes blindly through the water, desperate to find his answer, but his pale hands are empty each time he surfaces.

Silver blinks away the heat threatening to build in his eyes and turns his head, scanning the cafeteria for that familiar shock of brightly dyed hair.

When Malleus comes over to their table a few minutes later with his lunch tray in hand, he notices Silver looking at something in the distance, his thin lips pulled into a frown. He asks if something is the matter, but the boy doesn’t turn around as he quietly replies that everything is fine.

Malleus follows the line of Silver’s gaze and smirks. “Heh. Are you jealous of all the attention those little creatures are getting, perhaps?”

Silver whips around and stammers, “I-It’s not that! It’s just… I’m not sure, really. I’m just not used to seeing father act so… mushy? I guess.”

Malleus’s smirk melts away into a soft smile. “That’s just how he is with infants. He was like that with you, too, you know. He still is, if you ask me.”

“Ah.”

Silver feels his face grow hot. He ducks his head and pokes listlessly at his salad.

By the time Silver gets back to the dorm that evening, only the green glow of the candles lining the hallways lights his path. I bet everyone’s retired to their rooms already, he thinks to himself as he walks through the dimly lit corridors. He hadn’t meant to stay out so late - his study session at the library was going so well until that familiar pull of drowsiness began whispering its temptations into his ear. The sun had long set by the time he finally woke up.

Silver stops before his room and pushes the door open with his free arm, careful not to spill the books and papers he’s balancing in the other. He starts to reach out for the light switch, but stills his hand midway. There’s someone in here. Squinting, he tries to peer into the mass of shadows that stretch out before him, but he can’t discern one black shape from the other.

He unclips his magical pen from his belt and holds it up. Three sets of beady, auroral eyes reflect the light radiating from the pen’s gemstone.

“Ah, it’s just you guys. I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Silver reseats his pen and flicks on the light switch. The three nuis stare back at him from where they sit on this bed.

Silver thinks back to the past few days. This must be the first time he’s seen them away from his father; they’ve been glued to his side ever since they appeared. Concerned, he sets down his school materials on his desk and pulls out his phone.

I found the nuis in my room. Is everything ok?

It doesn’t take long for Lilia to message him back.

Yes, pop music club meeting is running late. Can you look after them for me until I get back?

Silver responds that it won’t be a problem, and he can feel his lips tugging up into a smile after Lilia sends a slew of hearts and bat emojis in reply. A quiet squeak pulls his attention from his phone, and he looks down to see the three nuis gathered forlornly at his feet.

“What’s wrong… Ah, are you sad because father’s not here?”

The nuis nod.

“Don’t worry, he’ll come back eventually…” And then after a moment, he adds, “He always does.”

The nuis squeak happily, and Silver motions for them to follow as he heads to the door.

“Come, I’ll make us some coffee and we can wait for him together.”

#lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #txt #im “”“patiently”“” waiting for my tiny silver nuis to arrive

[roamwithahungryheart]

This was brought to you by denial and sleep deprivation:

“Okay. I'm sorry, you know. I've been dreading this. Talking to you. Abandoning you.”

It struck Ted as strange that after decades of friendship, Beard could ever truly think he was abandoning him. Still, he looked back at Beard with soft understanding.

“What? No, no, no, hold on, Coach. You ain't abandoning me, okay? You're just following your heart. I get it.” Ted paused, eyes glassy and fixed on the frayed carpet of the cabin. “And, yeah, you should go. But look, man, I don't think they're gonna let you off this plane with that door already shut.”

“I have a plan.”

“Of course you do. Okay,” he sighed. “What do you need me to do?”

With one swift movement, Beard doused himself in water.

“Run.”

“Whatever's about to happen, that's a great start.” 

“I love you, Ted.”

“I love you too, Willis.” 

Beard stood bolt upright, reached into the overhead compartment for his suitcase and brought it down with an almighty slam. Then, he shrieked.

“BOMB!”

Ted glanced over at the other passengers, who were now in a state of complete panic. In that split second, Beard had already been apprehended by airport security and dragged kicking and screaming down the aisle.

“Oh, boy.”

Outside, the rare afternoon sunshine warmed Rebecca’s face. She stopped walking, tilted her chin towards the sky and breathed deeply. It was only when she noticed an elderly couple exiting a taxi that she felt her heart begin to race. Her palms were clammy. It was happening again. Lifting one hand to her chest, she moved back from the bustling crowd to regain her composure. 

A familiar sound caught her attention - the bright, bubbly giggle of a young girl. Rebecca watched her run, carefree and careless, across the tarmac before landing flat on her face - right at Rebecca’s feet.

Bending down, Rebecca reached out a hand, stroking the girl’s hair as she helped her up. 

“Oh, little love, are you alright?”

The girl dusted herself off, raised her arms and roared. Then, she was gone.

Rebecca’s phone rang, snapping her out of her daze. Her fingers twitched - she was trying to get into the habit of ignoring calls. Too much of her life had been wasted on being at someone’s beck and call. This was the new Rebecca. The new Rebecca said no to things. Shaking off the urge to answer, she turned back towards the airport entrance and heaved a sigh.

“Just do it. Just fucking do it.”

Ted sat hunched over his phone, tapping out a text to let Michelle know that his flight had been delayed - of course, he spared her the full explanation - so he didn’t notice Rebecca approaching the terminal until the very last moment. His head jerked in a double take, his whole body relaxing as soon as their eyes met. 

“Now what the heck are you doing here?”

“I just bought a ticket to get through security so I could come and say a proper goodbye.”

“Ah. Classic rom-com leave-cute tactic.” Ted chuckled. “Hmm. Love it.” A pause. “Okay. Hold on. You bought yourself a first-class ticket for a flight you ain't ever gonna take?”

“It was just force of habit.” Rebecca shook her head, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her attempt at nonchalance.

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” Ted raised his eyebrows comically, causing Rebecca to stifle a smile. “Uh, I see you're sticking around though, huh?”

Rebecca sighed. “Well, Ted, you're going home to your family and... I actually want to stay with mine.” It was at that moment she realized that Ted was clutching his suitcase. “Hang on, what are you doing here? Did they cancel your flight?” 

“No ma’am. Somebody threatened to set off a B-O-M-B.”

“Oh my God. Are you alright?”

“Oh I’m fine, it ain’t me you have to worry about.”

In the distance, two airport security officers escorted a cantankerous Willis Beard from the interrogation room. Ted & Rebecca shared an amused look. Then -

“Speaking of B-O-M-B-S,” Rebecca shifted her feet and cleared her throat, “I was really hoping you’d stay.” 

Ted nodded slowly. “Hmm. I was really hoping I’d stay too. But I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love Richmond. I love the way everybody just helps each other, no questions asked…the way they apologize to a lamppost or a phone box when they bump into it…but right now, the thing that would help me is going home.”

“You’ll always have a home here, Ted.”

“I know. Y’know, sometimes I wonder…”

“What?”

“Well... if I hadn't been asked to coach soccer in England and you hadn't taken over the football club, and you and I had just, well, met…”

“I know.”

...flight 822 to Kansas City.

“I gotta go.”

“Goodbye, Ted.”

“Goodbye, Rebecca.”

“Have a safe flight.”

Instead of clamoring to hide her emotions, Rebecca let the tears she’d been holding back fall hot and fast as Ted walked away. He cast her a glance from the gate, his face falling as he watched her swipe her eyes furiously. Fumbling in his pocket, he pulled out a tissue and stretched as far as he could to pass it to her.

“Here ya go, boss. Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened, right?”

Rebecca sniffled, raising a hand in acknowledgement, but rolling her eyes at his inability to leave a tender moment alone.

Ted turned back to her one last time. 

“Oh, hey, Rebecca? If you ever feel like buying a ticket you actually do wanna use, it’d be real nice to see ya in Kansas sometime.”

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso s3 #tedbecca #I've hurt my own feelings so now I'm hurting yours too #Ted x Rebecca

[aliypop]

Anyway You Want Me: Chapter 2

Word Count: 3,147

Writers Note: This story is just an au of what if my Oc and Elvis met in high school instead of the Louisana Hayride

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: 1953 Memphis Tennessee Cecelia Valmos and her mother move to Shelby County as their house in Nashville is going through renovations, when asked to keep a low profile by her mother Cecelia makes friends with the quirkiest, shy, yet charming kid in class, at least Friends is what she'd call them.

Chapter 1

Memphis, Tennessee, Saturday, May 1953

"Is it three yet?" Cecelia asked as she was in her bedroom brushing out her curls and adding a small victory roll. Sure, the look was out of style, but she still appreciated it."It's 2:40." Denise shouted back as Cecelia grinned. She was finally going to be hanging out with someone, a cool someone, a shy someone, but it was someone. Taking her keys from off her dresser, she was ready to go. 

"See you later, mother!"

"See you later, and be safe!" 

"I will!" walking out the door, Cecelia passed her father, "Hi Daddy, bye Daddy..." Racing to her car, she got in and drove off, waving at the fans who were there for her parents. 

"What's gotten into her?"

"A boyfriend." Denise lied, "You'd know that if you were in her life more." 

Elvis would be lying if he wasn't twiddling his thumbs with jobs at the electric company just to kill time today. His watch was reading 2:56, which meant his shift was almost over, and he could hang out with Cecelia. Elvis couldn't wait to see her, which was totally not weird because Elvis only knew her for two days, but she was cool enough for him to be excited about seeing her, right? Either way, he knew she was worth him hanging around. Pulling back up to the store, Elvis saw her pink car. Cecelia was wearing shorts and a striped shirt, leaning against the counter with the toned legs of a dancer, and boy was Elvis entertained. She had on heels. And a pink chiffon bow in her hair and Elvis wanted nothing more than to pull her close and say- 

"There you are! I was talking to this young lady here about electric wiring."

"Did you know that when the male goes into the Female, and they plug into each other, boom, we get lights!" Cecelia glanced at Elvis, acting as if she didn't know that. He was thinking about a male and a female, but not lights.  

"Mhmm... I-I-I'll actually be right back." Elvis said as he went to freshen up. It wasn't like he was trying to impress Cecelia, Well, maybe a little, changing out of his work slacks. He had on a pair of black slacks and a white lace see-through button-up shirt with pink socks and his loafers. When he walked out, Elvis had hoped he would have taken Cecelia's breath away, but instead, he heard, "You look good, Pres."

"Thanks, Cece, you uh ready to go?" 

"Yeah." Taking his keys, he opened her door, then his, as the two began their adventures,

 "So where to first, record shop, comic shop?"

"Surprise me," Cecelia said, taking a bit of a glance at him as he began to drive. He wanted to rest his hand on her thigh, but friends didn't do that. He just had to focus. 

"Music shop it is."

Music played on the radio as Cecelia hummed along. She could carry a tune, Elvis thought to himself as he listened. He didn't sing much unless it was at Church or in his house. Other than that, he was a shy little thing,  

"So Cece..."

"Hmm?"

"You never did tell me where you moved from." 

"Well, sugar..." Elvis felt his heart pound when she said sugar. That southern drawl of her was strong, a bit like Scarlet O'Hara but sweeter, "North Carolina, Originally born and raised, but then for three years I lived in Georgia, and that was like stickin your hand in a jar of hot peppers and rubbin your eyes afterward." she laughed as Elvis kept trying to focus on the road, but he had laughed with her too, 

"Sounds like it was hell."

"You've no idea, sugar." She smiled, applying her red lipstick, "So what about you? You don't exactly sound like a Memphis guy." She smirked as he blushed. It was back on him now, all the attention, 

"Well, I was born and raised in Tupelo, Mississippi," Elvis smiled as Cecelia grinned,

"That explains that heavy accent."

"Yours ain't light either,"

"I don't know what you're talkin bout." Cecelia playful nudged him as they parked at the music store, 

"Oh really, what do you call honey."

"Definitely not what you call it." She laughed at his adorable accent as he helped her out of the car, 

"And what do I call it."

"Hunneh..." she mumbled as he laughed with her,

"That's what I sound like?" He questioned as she nodded, watching him walk like he was some star of importance, which to her he was. She never could find someone with whom she could laugh about accents. When they walked in, Cecelia called to the guitars on the wall. Her medicine of choice was a Gretsch, but she didn't mind a Gibson. Or a Fender. 

"Do you play?" Elvis asked

"A little..." Cecelia said, a guitar pick in her mouth, trying to reach for one of the Gibson guitars on the top shelf.

"Mind if I..." Before Cecelia could respond, she was suspended mid-air and sitting on his shoulder,

 "Oh..." reaching for the guitar, she grabbed it, 

"Thanks, sugar. I mean, El, Pres." 

"No problem. Cece with an E," He put her down. And he grinned a little bit. Her skin was actually really smooth, not that he was surprised, but it was a bonus. Sitting down, she strummed the guitar as her pink-painted nails began to play a song. 

"Well, I don't care if the sun don't shine. I get my lovin' in the evening time. When I'm with my baby." Cecelia began to sing as she played the song with a more bluesy rock and roll feel. She had a jazz undertone, but to Elvis, it sounded like an Angel was singing to him and a guitar princess strumming with the way her fingers were on the fret playing. It was almost as if Cecelia were a pro, and the song Cecelia picked a classic. Elvis was enchanted, but he couldn't be. Cecelia probably saw him as a friend anyway, 

"Do you play Pres..."

"El..."

"Elvis!"

"Hmm, sorry, I-I-I was thinkin." he stuttered as Cecelia blushed. Why was he so cute and innocent? She couldn't think of him like this. He was her friend, and he probably didn't feel the same.

"Oh, I was wondering if you played guitar."

"A little." He rubbed the back of his neck, "But how about the comic book shop?" he added. He wanted to save Beale Street for later in the afternoon when the lights started to come on, and the street really came to life, 

"I'd like that," putting the guitar down. The two then walked to the comic book store, 

"So, where'd you learn to sing and play like that!"

"Well, my mother, she sings, and my daddy, when he was around, played guitar, then I learned the rest from B.B. King." She shrugged,

"A girl who enjoys good music."

"Good music, good food, and great SUPERMAN!" she rushed to the window as Elvis laughed, 

"Cece, wait up!"

"EL IT'S A NEW ISSUE."

"Superman nice... But" his eyes saw a Jay Garrick comic, he snuck off and picked it up as he showed her, all he heard was a gasp, 

"ELVIS YOU FOUND IT!"She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, a blush creeping on his face, 

"F-F-Found what?"

"The comic issue I've been lookin for! " 

"you're welcome!" there were eyes on them as Cecelia and Elvis both blushed, 

"A discount for your date there," Irene said. Irene was the daughter of the owner. She knew Elvis well, in the sense he'd buy his Captain Marvel Jr. comics here. 

"She's just a friend, Irene."

"Sugar, look what I found!

"Mhmm, a friend..." Irene smirked, "I'll ring that one up, too." she winked, walking toward the counter. 

"This one's gonna be legendary..." He looked at the comic book as she grinned, "Definitely legendary." When they left the comic shop, they walked to the car to further their adventure. As they cruised down the street, the radio had been playing Dean Martins That's Amore, in which Cecelia had taken it upon herself to croon her entire heart out as Elvis as the test subject, 

"Y-You speak Italian..."

"Well, I've sung in German, French, Italian, and Spanish," she grins, "But Sometimes I speak French." 

"I-I-I-"

" Êtes-vous d'accord, Elvis?" Cecelia leaned in,

"I don't know what you just said. Hell, it sounded pretty." Elvis's brain was short-circuiting. If she was being a flirt, then he needed to get her back for it, too. 

"You think so. I've been a little rusty and haven't been to a French restaurant in a while..." She sighed,

"You live an interestin life, Cece." 

"I try to. Sometimes, I can never sit in one place. I have to be doing somethin. You know El. Like playing violin or singin or," Elvis was listening to her. She was passionate and energetic, a fast talker when she was excited, and he loved it. 

"Am I talking top?"

"No, you're talkin just fine," opening her door, he took her hand and helped her out as she blushed. He was a gentleman, a good listener, had a keen attention to detail, and had soft yet slightly callused hands that she could admire. 

"So this is Beale Street..." She said to herself,

"Wait til you see it at 7 pm. It's only 5, so we got time to see whatever you want." 

"Hmm... Let's walk and get into some good trouble." She grinned as Elvis smirked,

"I'm beginin to really like you." he said, as Cecelia blushed, "As a friend."

"Me too, kid," she giggled. Ruffling up his hair as she laughed, 

"I-I- I ain't no kid, Cece, why I bet I'm older than you."

"When's your birthday, El," Cecelia smirked, stepping up to him,

"January 8th, 1935." he smirked as if he were right, and she would grovel at his feet and say she was, in fact, a kid, a mere worm, "What about you, huh,"

"January 7th, 1935." she grinned, 

"Damn it, guess you're the boss." He laughed as the two then came up towards a tailor shop. Elvis was standing at the window looking at the suits and the shoes, 

"Wanna go in?" Cecelia asked. Elvis looked a bit hesitant. He had always craved the look, but he knew he couldn't afford it much. 

"I can't really afford much of anything in there..."

"Elvis Aaron Presley, You are going in that store. You will try on whatever it is you want, so that way, you know what you'll want when you can," she smirked, taking him by the hand and dragging him through the doors. She was gutsy, and he liked it, 

"Excuse me, but my friend here wants to try on..." Her eyes scanned the room for the pink suit that was in the window, "That fine suit right there, if you please." she smiled,

"Of course, Ms. If you'd follow me, sir."

"Cece..."

"Trust me, you'll look great." Cecelia smiled as she sat down in the waiting area, reading the men's fashion magazines and swoony at some of the men in them. She could hear Elvis in there having a bit of a ball and commotion of the experience, a snicker leaving her lips, 

"Cece little help here!" was all she heard, and then it was,

"Well, Ms., what do you think?"

"Well...I..." The pink in the outfit brought out those electric baby blues, and the lace gave him this alluring, sultry feel. The pants gave him an essence that told him he could have anything he ever dreamed of, and suddenly, she was beginning to dream of him in broad daylight, "Well, Cece..." the sinister smirk on his face was doing something to she'd never felt before,

 "Stand up straight..." she stood up, "Well, aren't you cookin' good lookin," Cecelia smirked, looking him up and down like one would inspect a car. 

"You really think so?" He asked as he danced a little in the outfit,

"Mhmm..." Her mind was racing, but they were just friends, "You could get any girl in that."

"You should get it for your boyfriend, Ms. We'll make up a fake invoice if you want to keep you two a secret..."The clerk smirked as both Cecelia and Elvis blushed,

"Oh no, we're just friends and just browsin' around, really," Elvis said as he went to get changed back into his clothes. Cecelia was tricky to read, but he knew he'd get the gist of her. Cecelia couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach, but maybe she was just hungry. 

"You hungry?"

"Hmm, I could eat, El." she took his hand as she waved the shopkeepers goodbye, 

"So the thing about me getting any girl..."

"You could in that outfit. You just gotta be confident, you know..." She paused. There in the cafe was an array of black skin dancing and singing, having a grand time while they were enjoying their burgers and fries, 

"We can eat here if you'd like." 

"YES!" this was the life she had missed, the life Elvis had always known. 

"Hey Elvis!" some teenage girls waved at him as he waved back. 

"Hey Mildred, Shirley, Rudy," he winked as they giggled, "Who's your friend."

"Cecelia Valmos." She introduced herself as they walked over and sat down, "Oh girl, I love your hair!" one of the girls said as Cecelia grinned, 

"Thank you. I love yours, too!"

"She just moved here not too long ago." 

"You picked a good tour guide."Rudy said, "He's always here like he lives here," she chuckled, 

"Is that so."

"Girl, you should see E cut up a rug. He's like a white guy with a black soul." Shirley commented as Elvis blushed, "And when He sings..."

"Ladies, I'm right here." he blushed, getting embarrassed a bit. 

"I'll keep that in mind." she chuckled. The waitress then came by as she looked at saw Elvis, 

"Let me guess, cheeseburger, a milkshake, fries salted." she laughed, "And for you, dear?"

"Cheeseburger and a soda, please." 

"No fries?" Elvis asked,

"I'll just eat yours."

"Aw, a date?"

Elvis and Cecelia quickly shook their heads,

"We're just friends..." Cecelia said,

"For now, " the three girls had said as they went to dance with their boyfriends. Cecelia watched them as she then looked at Elvis, who was tapping his foot, 

"You wanna dance?" offering her hand out to him,

"Sure." Elvis took her hand as they went up to the jukebox. Let's have a Party was playing, and that's what Cecelia intended to do. The two were dancing together and laughing as it had clearly been the most fun the two had been having. Pulling her close and spinning her around, he was impressed with her footwork. There had been a few girls he'd danced with, but this one, for once, could keep up. He then began doing his own thing as Cecelia watched his hips. She began to be mesmerized until she joined him. Swaying her hips as Cecelia danced around him, another guy took her by the hand as they began to do the Lindy Hop, flipping her over his shoulder as Cecelia laughed. He was impressed with her courage and how much of a fun time she was. 

"HEY E CATCH!" Bernard shouted as he spun Cecelia into Elvis's arms.

Elvis caught Cecelia as he dipped her, heart racing as she looked up at him, "Nice catch..." She said as Elvis blushed, "Nice, dancin." he then walked them both to their table. Sitting down, Cecelia and Elvis ate and talked as she took some of his fries, and he took some of her pickles from her burger, 

"So, has today been fun so far," Elvis asked as Cecelia sighed.

"I don't know, I mean..."

"Yes..."

"Well..."

"Cece..."

"I've been havin a blast!" she smiled. 

"Great, 'cause now I wanna show you the true Beale Street." he smiled, clutching his heart at her reaction. 

"Is this not the real..." walking outside. Cecelia saw the city lights. They felt more comforting than New York and brighter than Paris. They felt like home. Elvis could see the sparkle in her eyes as she was mesmerized by the scene music from every street, people dancing, cars going by,

 "May I?"

"You may." Elvis took Cecelia's hand and walked with her across the street, walking by other shops and bands. Cecelia could feel that this was where music truly lived. There was a group of musicians playing as Elvis began to mumble under his breath and sing the words. Cecelia had tried to listen. 

"You know... You heard me sing..." Cecelia smirked,

"Yeah, I did..."

"it's your turn..." 

"Cece..."

"Please, Pres..."

"Cil..."

"Elvis... Elvis...Elvis." She cheered as he took a deep breath and sang along to the song. When he began to sing, it was like time stood still to try to catch up to him. He was lost in the music, dancing and almost nearly performing the song. When he had stopped, Elvis had noticed Cecelia's mouth completely wide open in shock.

"ELVIS AARON PRESLEY!!! WHY ARE YOU NOT ON THE RADIO!" Cecelia playfully shook him about. As he laughed, "Or on TV, people should have posters of your records!!" she grinned, 

"I could say the same about you," he smiled as Cecelia giggled. He was right, but she was right, too.

 "Yeah, but this is about you!"

"Well, Cil, I got terrible stage fright." He laughed, "I can't be no singer or actor with stage fright." he sighed,

"Yeah, you can. Many get nervous, too."Cecelia said as she got closer to him,

"I-I-I-I da-don't pronounce my W's right an..."

"So, you got the look, I mean behind the lanky look and the choppy colored hair... There's a star." Cecelia backed away,

"Cil..."

"Imagine it, everyone screamin Elvis Presley!" she twirled, stumbling a bit as he caught her,

"Yeah... no," He laughed. Maybe if I played football or somethin, they should be cheerin your name." he smirked, lifting her up again on his shoulders, "Cecelia Valmos, the great guitar player, the amazing singer." he looked up at her as she looked down at him both their eyes meeting, 

"Elvis Presley, the great dancer! Mover of hips and remover of panties!" she joked as Elvis turned red,

"That don't sound half bad." he laughed with her, the two heading back to his car, 

"Elvis... Are you free tomorrow?"

"I got church an work, but after that..." 

"Wanna hang out again tomorrow?" Cecelia asked,

"Sure, we could go to a park or the library, maybe we could study at my place?"

"We could do that, I could make brownies as a snack," 

"It's a done deal then Cece," he smiled driving her to her car,

"See you tomorrow El."

"Same time?"

"Same time!"

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MORE TO COME IN CHAPTER 3!

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[where-dreamers-go]

Reading and rambling: The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm

(Tales from Alagaësia VOLUME 1: ERAGON)

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PART ONE: THE FORK

I. Mount Arngor

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Ahem.

*looks at tiny, cute, little, colored map of the EASTERN REACHES*

That looks like it would have taken me the days to color. *imagining the ache of non-stop coloring the same spot over and over and over)

Anyway, what's with the random mountain? They don't get earthquakes do they?

*flipping pages*

Angela! Angela!

... Hmm 2018 copyright. Took me long enough.

*sees drawing of a fork*

Oh! The Little Mermaid! Cool.

What's with the hanging ornament with the page numbers? Should I know these symbols??

The day had not gone well.

I'm sorry. .. Blackberry mead... Like wine or expensive juice?

...picking berries in Palancar Valley.

Awh. Farm boy.

A pang of homesickness struck him.

Now?

...the Academy...

Academy? Oh okay. Not sure I even thought of him giving it a name. Then again he gives names to a number of things. Right?

He sighed, finding the sight depressing.

Do you need help? I can do that. Is it a lot for you? Or a lot in general? Are you exaggerating "mounds"?

It stood alone in the green expanse...

Oh, gosh of I were a place to have dragons... Where would I be? Hmmm. Maybe the big random mountain. A good stronghold though.

Two weeks of sailing to get there??? No. A close environment with the elves and Eragon? No. Can't do it.

How many names can this mountain have? Au least the dwarves know their history. Also, what the crap, elves? You know the mountain's name, but not where or why it has the name??? What? Like that's all you remember from class or something? Not important enough as your obsession with dragons and controlling nature that you claim to respect?

Dealing with them had proven far more frustrating than Eragon anticipated...

FINALLY! Eragon is with all the races in one place. Not just one. At least the dwarves gave him access to history and a MAP back in the day. But now... Oh oooooh. Do you know how happy I am, years later after reflection, that he's able to compare and contrast people? Also in a completely different situation.

Okay, so Eragon is eating. But it's never enough with all the energy he's using to help build??!?!!

I need to introduce him to carbs and stuff. Something.

Good, good. He doesn't want to experience anything like what happened fighting the Empire. Yeah, exciting, Eragon, but... Maybe you need a small hobby to entertain you.

"Barzûl," Eragon muttered.

Oh! That's a curse word. I know that. Right? Wait... Ha! Yeah.

A quill. Good to know.

Awwwwhhh he sleeps under one of Saphira's wings. Where else would he sleep? A rock?

Oh my goodness. Eragon and Saphira, let me do the paperwork. Just pay me in telling me what words you use to get the hair off your face.

A dragon destroyed his homework. That's messed up. I'd be upset about just that. Why don't you just burn it? Huh?

I wanna help decorate the halls!!! The echoes must be creepy in a place that large.

...and then the elves had refined the details.

Dude! The dwarves know very well how to build! When was the last time elves build anything out of stone? You didn't like Eragon's plan enough?? Just want the last say?

Darn, Eragon, get an assistant. Please.

I'll do it, but I require indoor plumbing and a cool cloak.

Oh. Eragon wants to problem solve. He wants to feel productive. Same.

Okay. I need to look up what an 'eyrie' is exactly.

Yeah, those Eldunarí need years of therapy. Poor things.

They can feel the light on their facets? For real or...?

Oh, the elves did windows. Cool. Cool.

*reads about Eragon talking with dragons*

See? I was right. Eragon needs something to do to distract himself.

Wow. That's a lot of information. I'm glad to see Eragon in a different setting, not war. But it's very new for him having so much pressure for the present to make sure the future is safer.

He's working smarter, but also a lot harder.

Woo!

#the fork the witch and the worm #Eragon #where dreamers go #tftwatw #reading and rambling