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got-eggs · 1 month
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My fellow Tumblr users, wtf is this, should I be worried, I found this on a leather jacket that I just bought
The jacket smells... Interesting to say the least(it smells like fragrance oils, kinda like how a vape smells if you know what I mean)
There were a few pins at some point on the jacket too from the looks of it
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norrizzandpia · 4 months
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okay so you know how oscar sleeps like anywhere, can we have some thing about how they claim they are friends but theres all these photos that lando has (or anyone really) of them two sleeping in the most random places and lando posts them as a joke (sorry if it doesnt make sense!!)
This request is 💋
Sleeping Buddies or Dating? (OP81)
Summary: Oscar and Y/n love to sleep next to each other. They don’t love each other. That’s it.
Warnings: Lando and the other drivers being menaces, language
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y/nnn this is payback for making me think you have pics of me and oscar asleep together
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landonorris I LITERALLY DO???? YOUVE STARTED A WAR
- oscarpiastri lando….
- Mclarensgirly LEAK THEM LANDO
- ln4op81 plz. my bday is in a few days. that would be the best bday present.
- landonorris happy bday then
landonorris ALSO I LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD IN THIS IDK WHAT TF YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING
- y/nnn you actually don’t stop being delulu
- oscarpiastri YOURE SPURRING HIM ON
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landonorris this is for not shutting up 🫶🏻
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oscarpiastri THIS MANY????? EXIST??????
- landonorris yes.
- danielricciardo yes.
- logansargeant yes.
- alexalbon yes.
- charlesleclerc yes.
- y/nnn oh!
y/nnn were you silent or silenced?
ln4andop81 YOU ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME. AND THEY ARE STILL NOT TOGETHER??????
- mclarensgirly in my heart they are 😥
F1gossip they have to be dating no way you fall asleep like that in the second pic and are just friends
- f1fan2023 idk man they’ve done some questionable things in the past and stayed friends
- papayafan481 TRUEEEE like that one time Oscar said in an interview he spends nights at y/n’s all the time and they “get up to some fun” BROS GOTTA KNOWN WHAT THAT MEANS
- mclarennnnn ALSO when he won his first podium and ran up to her and KISSED HER CHEEK???? THATS THE BIGGEST MYSTERY OF F1 BC HE WAS SO CLOSE TO HER FUCKING LIPS. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME HE DIDNT KISS THE SIDE OF HER MOUTH AND REALIZED HE WAS ON LIVE TV SO GASLIT EVERYONE INTO THINKING HE KISSED HER CHEEK. HE KISSED HER. HE DID.
- f1fan2023 that moment is fs my roman empire. i think abt the logistics of that moment every day
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logansargeant thought I’d hop on the train ;)
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y/nnn BRO I DIDNT DO SHIT TO YOU
- logansargeant i am SICK AND TIRED of hiding
- mclarensgirly sorry… HIDING WHAT????
- mclarennnnn HE KISSED HER ON LIVE TV.
oscarpiastri you got the audacity from where?
- logansargeant you.
- f1fan81 BYEEEEEE
- mclarensgirly LIGHT HIM UP AMERICAN BOY
- ln4andop81 WTF IS A KILOMETERRRRR??????
mclaren are we sensing a soft launch?
- oscarpiastri ADMIN.
- y/nnn UHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- mclarensgirly WHAT.
- ln4andop81 MY MANIFESTATIONS ARE COMING TRUE OMFG
- f1fan2023 i can die happy now (i am going to live out the rest of my days living for their relationship)
- landonorris oh shit.
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oscarpiastri yes, i did kiss her on live tv and tried to gaslight everyone into thinking i kissed her cheek (it worked on all you bitches don’t lie)
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F1fan2023 WE WON YALL
mclarennnnn I WAS FUCKING RIGHT THIS WHOLE TIME I WAS FUCKING RIGHT HOLY SHIT
- oscarpiastri your comments were concerning me ngl
- y/nnn yea he thought you were going to expose us
landonorris this hard launch took way too fucking long omg
- y/nnn shut tf up bitch
mclaren we can die happily now 🥹
- mclarensgirly mclarens just like us fr
- oscarpiastri y/n and i no longer wish you death after you outed us
- mclaren NO LONGER?????? YOU DID AT ONE POINT???????
- y/nnn shhh, admin. “no longer”, that’s what you need to pay attention to
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y/nnn he’s mine now bitches 👹
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oscarpiastri idk what your obsession is with these two pics
- y/nnn YOURE FUCKING HOT LEAVE ME ALONE
landonorris happy for you ig
- y/nnn I know the heartbreak must be painful
mclaren we would like to take the credit for dressing Oscar in the second pic
- y/nnn you deserve the world for putting him in that jacket.
mclarensgirly im rlly kicking and screaming tho
F1fan2023 i know i said i would die happy bc of this news but suddenly i hate the fact this man is off the market
- landonorris well that sucks bc pastry is sickeningly in love
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astrophileblogs07 · 1 month
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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS PT.20
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⚫ Opposite to the stereotype of Leo being a narcissist, its the Aquarians who are more narcissist than ANY other zodiac. Esp its the Dhanishta naks out of the Aqua naks who are so.
⚫ I have seen 3 Aquarian moons (of Dhanishta nak) who had a poverty stricken first half of life (childhood, teenage years) but then they become well off like rlly very well off in their second half (esp after marriage). They marry rich 🤑 too. What i am saying here is the dramatic transformation of their financial life.
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⚫ Pisces men are physically abusive. That's it. Esp the March Pisces. They literally are a bully. (Dont be fooled by the beautiful doe eyes lol)
⚫ "WOW What voluminous and luscious hair he's got!" -my ♌ rising and moon mom commenting on a side character with insignificant role in a movie 🤣. I wasn't noticing that at all...but she seemed to be stuck on that feature 😂.
⚫ Martian influence on a chart can actually have a liking to dangerous weapons and ammunitions. (Like idk I weirdly love them 😂😂)
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⚫ Females with Ketu ruled naks are the first group of people whom male perceive as "threat". (Second is mars btw). Like if the other person is a typical male (egoistic, chauvinist) they will literally hate you to the core coz they know you equal them in all ways (except you know what LMAO 🤣). So they'll try to pin you down or belittle you etc. (sad, but since I have experienced I wanted it to share w you guys)
⚫ Also I love the way Ketu Nak women get along becoz mostly they have so much in common. And by that I mean how the society (male dom) treats them. I am not saying they're an "outcast" but the reaction they face just coz the male species get intimidated by us which has an cascading effect on our mental peace is beyond tolerance.
⚫Ketu naks are sexyyyyyy 🖤👁️🫦👁️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
(I always imagine a smokin hot biker girl 👩🏻‍🎤with leather jacket and smoky eyeshadow whenever I hear "Ashwini, Magha and Mula")
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⚫ I have seen a Chart which was totally "Mars" chart and I'll tell you, that person has Aries asc, Moon, Mars and (Mercury ig is in Scorpio?idr) along with Scorpio sun. And that person is like personified version of the planet itself. So cunning and so shrewd, potentially be a mastermind. Statergic. Secretive af. (Might be their middle name to exaggerate). Close to their mom. Loves friends (friends over anything). Also they have a "reddish" tint to their skin (no health probs, but yeah that planet does that). Knows how to tackle any embarrassing moment in public and deal with it. (I am jealous of him coz i wanted to be like him in every way 😂)
⚫Lilith and Pluto aspects in natal chart can actually survive 8H synastry. Almost same energy and themes. 💀
⚫Why are Maghas the "scapegoat" of the family? Like they be framed in a situation with which they have no relation with. Its annoying to see. Its like you're locked in your room chilling and as soon as you step out, everyone in the family is blaming you for something or the other. Now you're the "bad guy". (Yo wtf 🤡). Added to the generosity of Leos, people target you often. 😕
⚫Libra men CANNOT stand loneliness and being ostracized at all in any way. I have seen this in every Libra I came across. For eg: if you're the "black sheep" they won't talk to you and will go with what the crowd says. And if people have outcasted them just becoz they're with you/involved with you, they'll drop you like hot potato. People say and stereotype Capricorns for being the one who cares about reputation and all, but her 'Venus-ruled-Saturn-exalted' sister also is same. 💀
(no wonder they're besties lol)
P.S: I read a post here which said "Eye contact with 8H synastry hits different" ( i am not copying, i don't remember the username) and boy is that true 💀💀💀. Like I was -->😯😳🫣. Coz I have experienced that 🤣🤣. It does, than any other eye contact I have seen. Lmao 🤣🤣.{Edit: its @zeldasnotes 🖤😁}
Hope you liked it 😁😊. Until next time! 👋🏻
Love you y'all ❤️❤️❤️
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xozombiee · 4 months
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“AFTER HOURS!” | W. BONNEY
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✫| synopsis: bartending in the west gets boring at times, especially when the same old cowboys and outlaws come through those saloon doors everyday. you’d thought this was it..that’s the end of your story. then a certain outlaw, who’s name was getting around, walked through the doors.
warnings: porn with little plot, mentions of death, riding, little praise..it’s always gonna be there, female bodied reader, lowk psy rubbing??, hair pulling me thinks, idk what else
note: am i doing this instead of my homework?…yes. also do i know wtf women wore in the 1800s? err no. i tried tho! this is not proofread btw
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In a dusty, sun-kissed town nestled amidst the rugged landscape of the west, there stood a saloon that echoed with tales of grit and resilience. behind the polished mahogany bar, you stood tall with a fiery spirit that matched the flickering glow of the oil lamps that illuminated the room.
you weren’t any ordinary bartender; you were a force to be reckoned with. with glimmering eyes that held mystery, and a rough demeanor that you used to command respect from every patron who dared to enter the establishment. your hands, calloused from years of hard work, moved with grace and precision as you served up drinks that could raise spirits or drown sorrows.
though the town was dominated by rough cowboys and outlaws, you had carved out your own place in their rugged hearts. they sought solace in your presence, and you became a confidante, offering a sympathetic ear to the broken souls who stumbled through the doors.
as the sun began its descent, casting an orange hue over the town, your saloon transformed into a sanctuary of camaraderie and laughter. the clinking of glasses and the lively banter of patrons mixed with the soulful melodies of a lone pianist, creating a symphony that echoed through the wooden walls.
but behind the facade of joviality, you carried your own secrets and dreams. you arrived in this town not long ago, escaping a past that haunted your every step. determined to leave a mark on the world, you had chosen the life of a bartending, finding comfort in the stories and journeys of those who crossed paths with you.
with swift movements back and forth behind your bar, you served drinks to the men celebrating..whatever it was this time. they sang along with others, their words jumbled and lazy, but undoubtedly filled with passion. you laughed as one of them sung to you, his eyes droopy and a crooked smile at his lips.
cleaning a few glasses, you watch as they all chat amongst themselves, if they weren’t still singing that is. a part of you yearned to have a life like theirs. to be free to do whatever you please, and not be told otherwise. you’d liked the idea of running from place to place and meeting new people. though, that’d never happen for you.
your back turns as you gather the clean glasses together, putting them neatly side by side. the sound of the saloon doors open, a sound you were used to by now. with your back still turned, you notice how most of the attendees in the saloon had gone quiet, watching as the person and their footsteps approached the bar.
turning back around, you come face to face with a taller man. he wore a shabby black hat, a maroon corduroy jacket that sat along his shoulders, and a gun at his waist. two actually, you noted as the jacket moved when he sat at the bar.
with a polite smile, you come closer, holding his gaze with yours. “evening, sir. what can i get you?”
he gives you a tight lipped smile, “whiskey, please.”
you hold his gaze for a second longer before glancing back at the people in the saloon. they stared with either fear, or curiosity in their faces. a scowl grows on your lips, muttering a small ‘drunkards’ under your breath.
the man watches as you place a clean glass onto the bar, and grab a bottle filled with brown liquid. his gaze moves to the drink as it pours into the cup, almost filling to the brim.
“you look familiar,” your voice chimes in again. “have i seen you in here before?”
he shakes his head, gaze falling back to yours. “nah.” he replies. “just passing through.”
with a sigh falling from your nose, you try to read his expression; he looked tired. you weren’t an idiot, it was obvious he was on the run. you’d seen his face on the posters, but didn’t know what his name was or what he was wanted for.
your fingernail taps against the glossy wood of the bar. trying to hide your sympathetic expression, you glance around the room. “if you need anything else, let me know, yeah?”
he nods, watching as you walk away to tend to the other customers. the way you moved was calm despite working in such an intense environment. his eyes trailed up and down your figure before taking a sip from his glass.
it seemed like hours passed as you worked. going back and forth behind the counter was time consuming as it passed so quickly. more and more people were leaving the bar as the early hours of the next day were coming.
as you went to grab some glasses from tables, you notice as the man before was still at the bar. his head was hung low, eyes trained on his glass. he’d had about three glasses of whiskey by now, only taking sips from time to time.
you’d noticed through the night how people tried to approach him. he’d usually brush them off, or making small talk that ended in peaceful silence. he wasn’t someone that was easily approachable to the blind eye. he held a strong, cold demeanor.
after gathering all the dirty glasses, and kicking the last passed out drunkard, you slide back behind the bar. you take the bucket of dirty glasses to the small sink, placing it inside before turning the water on. as it fills, you stare at it as your mind falls else where.
before it overflows, you turn the faucet off. you pour a little soap into the mix before drying your hands off to let the glasses soak. with echoing footsteps, you turn back to the bar and are face to face with the man of the night.
“want another, or is three enough?” you ask, a slight smile at your lips.
he glances up at you, studying your expression for a moment. his eyes drop back to the wooden bar, fingers tapping his halfway-empty-glass.
“this is fine.” he answers.
your elbows come to rest at the cool wood, chin in your palm as you watch him. you’d debated for most of the night to ask him what exactly he was running from. it would probably sound stupid considering how everyone and their second cousin knew about it. all except for you, as you didn’t look much into news and such.
he stares back at you, giving you the same energy within his gaze. his blue eyes analyze every bit of you, and you almost shudder at the sight of it.
“so, how long you been on the run now?” you ask, voice interrupting each of your own thoughts.
he brings the glass to his lips, downing the rest before replying. “months.” he mutters, not even phased by your abrupt question.
you hum in reply, “alone?”
“mhm.”
with his short and simple response, you laugh. it wasn’t out of humor, but rather more of irritation. you’d think someone as well known as him would talk more. most outlaws never shut up about flaunting their reputations. it’s different.
“you’re not a man of many words.” you say, not really caring about how he’d take your tone.
he shrugs, sucking his teeth a bit. “i’ve got nothing to say.”
you raise a brow, “tell me a story or something. i hear the same shit every night from my regulars. give me something new.” you request.
pouring a little more whiskey into his glass, you watch as his eyes dart to yours. “it’s on me.” you assure, giving him a smile.
the man sighs, tilting his head a little at the thought. what could he tell you? that he killed a man? that he fought a man in a saloon just like yours right before shooting him in the stomach out of defense? no..you’d probably already heard it anyways.
“what do you already know about me?” he questions, taking another sip.
your eyes squint at him, “i know you’re an outlaw on the run, obviously..and that’s about it. i don’t even know what the hell they call you.” you reply.
he chuckles, a small smile at his lips. “you’re probably one of the first.” he says. “just call me billy.”
with another hum, you nod slowly and give him your name. “billy..yeah, i think i did hear that once or twice.”
“well, either way, i don’t have many stories to tell.”
your eyes roll, a huff coming from your nose. “tell me why you’re an outlaw. i’ve heard like three different stories, and it can’t be all of them.”
billy smiles again, eyes falling from yours and to your lips for a split second. you watch him debate in his head before taking his hat off. he sets it on the empty stool next to him, running his fingers through his hair. he had brown shaggy hair that was sprawled all over his head.
“i killed a man. it was self defense.” he says, almost as if he was pleading his case.
you deadpan at him, “that’s all i get? not even a backstory?”
“there’s not much to it. he was making accusations at me..which weren’t entirely false, then he came at me. we fought over my gun, and i shot.” he elaborates, glancing at you with disinterest as if it was a meaningless story.
you fall quiet for a moment, brows raised while processing his words. that story was heard, but you didn’t know if it was the truth until now. the other stories were about robbing a bank and killing a bunch of people. hearing the actual story now..you couldn’t understand all the fuss.
a laugh falls from your lips, hand moving to pinch the bridge of your nose. “so, all this talk is because you killed a man that was attacking you?”
“yes, ma’am.”
your smile remains for a bit, eyes watching billy. “so, what now? you just gonna keep running?”
he shrugs once more, eyes kept on his glass. “probably.”
“have you at least slept?”
billy shakes his head. you chew on the inside of your cheek, contemplating multiple things in your head. if you offered him a place to sleep in the loft above your saloon, he’d probably laugh in your face. but, a part of you didn’t want him out on the street sleeping defenseless.
as a other sigh falls from you, you move away from the bar and stand straight. “i’ve got an extra room where i stay. wanna take it for the night?”
his eyes find yours, expression vague, “are you sure? i mean, i don’t wanna—”
“it’s fine. i’d feel guilty if i opened up tomorrow and my regulars are telling me you got killed in your sleep.”
billy focuses on you for awhile before taking one last sip. he lightly places the glass on the counter before moving to grab some money from his pocket.
your hand finds his wrist as he places it on the counter. “keep it. just take your ass upstairs while i finish up.”
he grins a little, grabbing his hat and standing from the stool. billy slowly moves to the door at the back of the saloon, opening it and disappearing from sight. you roll up your sleeves as you move back to the sink, dipping your hands into the soapy water to clean the glasses.
after about ten minutes, you make way up to your loft in the building. your footsteps slightly echo as you move toward the light in the living room. when you reach the floor, you watch as billy sits on the couch with his head thrown back on the edge while his hat covered up his face.
slowly approaching in front of him, you lightly kick his shin. he snaps his head up, eyes wide as his hat falls to his lap. he lets out a small breath in relief, making you smile. you watch as he sits up on the couch.
“scared the shit out of me.” he mumbles, putting that ragged hat on again.
you move to sit next to him, bouncing lightly on the cushions. “must’ve been too tired to hear me coming up the steps.”
he leans into the couch once more, eyes trained on the ceiling. you watched his expression and how he studied the whiteness of the panels above.
“penny for your thoughts?” you whisper, watching his eyes shift over to you.
billy shakes his head, scoffing a little to himself. “it’s nothing. just thinking.”
“about?”
“everything.”
you let your gaze falter, moving to the floor. “everything that’s happened?” you ask.
he nods, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. billy wants nothing more than to go back and stop everything that’s happened. to change what got him to this point.
but if he did that, he would’ve never met you. you were one of the kindest people to him since the incident. the way you carried yourself, much like him, was with confidence. he respected you, and that aspect of your personality.
“i understand what it’s like..kind of.” you say, patting down the wrinkles in your outfit. “i was never wanted, but i’ve done things. things i wish i could take back.”
billy watches as you speak, the way your lips move and the expression you hold shifts with each emotion running through you. he almost doesn’t understand what you’re saying. the only thing keeping him to reality was the fact you sounded serious.
he adjusts himself on the furniture, “what have you done?” he asks, a part of him afraid to know the answer.
“i’ve killed.” you reply, the tone of your voice dropping lowly. “it was in defense, like you.”
billy watches the way you bounce your knee against the flooring of the loft. the dress you wear moves along with it, and your shoe lightly taps.
“when did it happen?” he asks as his pure curiosity gets the best of him.
you look up at him, smiling a little. “i was fourteen.”
billy looks at you, empathizing with your situation. though he wasn’t that young when it happened, he still felt some sort of connection with your experience.
“i don’t regret killing him honestly, but i regret hurting my family and his. they didn’t deserve to go through that. it wasn’t any of their faults.” you say as you breathe out slowly.
in an small moment, his hand is on yours. it’s a light touch, like he’s afraid to hurt you. billy moves his other hand to the space beneath your chin, and shifts your head to look at him in the eyes.
his voice is light, “you were defending yourself. it wasn’t your fault either.” billy whispers.
the words make your heart swell. after everything, hearing those words made it all feel better. almost all the guilt left your veins. he was right after all. it wasn’t your fault. what that man did..you just did what you had to.
as he holds your gaze, you slowly inch toward him. his blue irises bore into yours, watching as you shift them to his lips. they were slightly chapped and held a small frown on them.
billy leaned closer to you and your breaths mingled, like two lights finding each other in the darkness. he could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, as all of his senses were focused on you and you alone.
he closed the distance, and his lips met yours. billy felt himself melt into you like a magnet. everything muted itself, and his hands made way to your waist. he pulled you onto him, your knees caging around his thighs.
your hands found their way to his jaw, pulling him even closer. he tasted your soft lips and felt your warm skin against his. the room seemed to dissolve around you as the only thing in existence was this. this perfect union.
time stood still, and you both wanted more, but neither wanting it to initiate it. then, with what restraint he had left, he pulled away, his lips still grazing yours.
he looks up at you, his eyes filled with worry. “im sorry, i didn’t mean—”
“shut up.”
pressing your lips back to his, he lets out a grunt in reply before melting into you once more. the warmth of you, your lips, your being that sat in his lap—he felt lightheaded. billy moved his hands to your waist again, slowly trailing them up your back.
you feel the buttons of your dress being undone. he stops right before taking the sleeves off, prying himself away from you. billy’s eyes look into yours for confirmation, and you give him a quick, impatient nod in reply.
with that, he pulls the dress off slowly. your lips trail from his own to his neck, putting the flesh between your teeth. he groaned, trying to focus on untying your corset.
as he removed it, he wasted no time to discard it to the floor, hands making way to take off the chemise you wore.
“all those months on the run got you impatient now, cowboy?” you mutter, laughing as he would struggle from time to time.
billy looks up at you, his gaze slightly hidden by his hat, “no, just none of the women i’ve been with wore this much underneath. i’m also not a cowboy, sweetheart.”
rolling your eyes, you grab at his wrists to stop him. he looks up at you, big eyes and all, causing the built up pressure in your lower stomach to worsen. “just leave it. i’m not wearing anything under, so don’t fuss.”
you watch him nod slowly as he started to stare, making no move to take off his clothes. “do i have to do it for you?” you whisper, hands undoing the brown suspenders on his shoulders.
he shakes his head, moving to unbutton his pants he wore. you watch the way he fumbles with them, sliding them midway down his thighs. billy’s hands eventually move back to your waist, bunching up your chemise to your hips.
billy’s eyes watch as your pretty pussy comes into view, sitting in his lap with such a prepossessing aura. he has to restrain himself from taking you right then.
his dick was hard and twitching, the length had an angry tip with its slit profusely leaking pre-cum. it looked painful and it was because of you. you. you wondered if you had power over him now for a brief second but you shake your head clear of these thoughts.
instead, you catch his lips again, the kiss slower this time. you raise yourself a bit so he can align himself to your entrance. the cool touch of his hand meets your cunt, sliding a finger through the folds and collecting the juices flowing from you.
he uses your slick and spreads it across your sensitive pussy. you took a deep breath of air into your lungs. this feeling was new, since no man you’d been with ever did this, but it wasn’t unwelcome.
a small groan falls from billy’s lips as he uses it to prep himself, guiding his hand along his cock and pumping it slowly. he was on the girthy side with veins on the underside of his cock.
you knew you would stretch around him, that your walls would be a perfect fit around his length. you were too impatient for any sort of foreplay; you wanted the stretch. you wanted him to make you dizzy with his cock splitting you apart.
billy grabs your hips with his unoccupied hand, bringing you closer to him. you let out a whimper as you began to sink onto him, eyes flicking to his. those blue ones he held were zeroed down to the place you both were connected now.
his hands are on either side of your hip, guiding you down on his length. it was after his cock was fully stuffed in you, that his self-control allowed him to almost whine at the feeling of you.
your hands are on his shoulders to support yourself. your fingers weakly fist his shirt as you begin to ride him, raising yourself a few inches before slamming down on his cock with a loud moan escaping your lips. he reached the deepest spot inside of you somehow. no one had ever done that. not like this.
his cockhead grazes your spongy spot as you fuck yourself on him. arousal and his pre-cum are smeared all over your thighs. this sight made billy’s breath hitch, something you didn't notice as you were too busy with your eyes closed and taking him. you looked completely dissoluted like this.
your hair was a mess now, your lips glossy and swollen, hands digging into his shoulder. billy felt himself become enraptured by you and this sight. it was something he could get used to..if he wasn’t an outlaw that is.
he pulls you closer to him. one of his hands is on your back, pressing you to him. his hips raise upwards to fuck you as he now lets out more vocal sounds of enjoyment.
watching him with a hazy gaze, you remove the hat from his head. you place it onto your own, grinning at how he stares up at you like you were the creator of all living beings and creatures on this earth.
moving one of your hands from his shoulder, you bring it to his hair and give some strands a tug. he groans, the vibrations of his chest transferring to his dick, which transferred to you.
each thrust of his was made for his selfishness in your velvet walls. the drag of his cock was perfect, his speed was unbelievable. it was like heaven itself, but without the pearly gates and clouds.
while stuck in your own brain, the feeling of teeth bring you back to reality. you let a shuddered sigh fall as billy digs into the collarbone that peaked from your square-necked chemise. he slowly kisses up your neck, bringing a hand to the back of your head.
“fuck..’s too good,” he mutters, trying to keep his voice even.
you laugh, making him groan a little. he looks up, watching as you bounce with one hand held on his hat to keep it on. “too good? were all your other girls shit?”
he lets out short breaths, his blue eyes studying the way you moved as if he was in a trance. billy would answer if he wasn’t on another planet right now. a planet where you were taking him so deliciously, almost to the point where he could pass out.
“fuck,” he says under his breath as your pussy clenches around him. “where do you want it?” his voice was strained from trying to keep his composure.
you pant, “inside.”
billy doesn’t waste a second before obliging and quickening his pace, making the hat on your head fall lopsided. you could feel the pressure in you tightening, almost about to burst like a pipe.
he moves his thumb to rub at your clit, and the tip of his cock repeatedly nudges against that one spot that has you falling apart on top of him with a loud cry. your orgasm hits you hard and billy can’t hold it in any longer. he fucks into you for another minute, eyes squeezed shut as he groans out your name.
billy groans when you flutter around him as you cum. he’s thrusting his hips up into you with his newfound force. it requires you to tighten your grip on his shoulders to stay put as he empties his load deep inside you, his sweet moans echoing in the living room.
your cunt milks him dry, and he fills you up to the brim—to the point where you could feel him leak out of you. the both of you pause, your hands resting on his chest as you catch your breath.
he slowly eases his cock out of you. the both of you were breathing heavily as he pulls you closer, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. you wrap you arms around his chest, listening to his heart beat.
“wanna share my bed?” you whisper.
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suntoru · 1 year
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*BITES YOUR ARM MAJESTICALLY*
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summary: exactly what it sounds like (pranking the genshin boys)
feat. scaramouche, al haitham, diluc, itto, kaeya, xiao, venti
a/n: happs late april fools this one was written at like 3 am
warnings: reader being an anklebiter, crackfic (completely utter nonsense), innuendos (not rated for minors), fluff
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➵ “…what the fuck?”
─ ✰ SCARAMOUCHE gives you the ultimate look of disgust as soon as he feels something nom his shoulder gently. immediately he pulls back, his face wrinkling in utter confusion. what just bit him? his expression relaxes for a split second when he sees it’s just you, but goes back to repulsion. did you even brush your teeth this morning? do you know where his clothes have been? you start laughing at him because you got his reaction all on camera, but he’ll have the last laugh when he takes the story out of context. oh well, now all the fatui thinks you have an oral kink 💀💀
─ ✰ AL HAITHAM pushes his reading glasses down, slightly lowering his book to see what shenanigans you’re up to now. his eyes raise, seeing you’re now attached to his lower leg, but aside from that, he has no reaction. he saw the camera that is, until he finally turns to you and says, “interesting. according to this book i’m reading, there is more bacteria and fungi living on your shoulder than walking barefoot through the forest.” while you gag and run to wash your mouth, he smirks and continues reading his cheesy romance novel.
➵ genuinely concerned
─ ✰ DILUC, unlike the first two, is genuinely concerned for you. are you feeling alright? did you hit your head somewhere? are you drunk? you do know where his jacket has been… right? is somebody forcing you to do this? he has so many questions, but all your response is in incomprehensible nonsense muffled against his sleeve that he can’t understand. “y/n, darling? are you all right? can you breathe in there? would you like me to call my nurse?”
─ ✰ ITTO is also extremely concerned but for the opposite reason as diluc. in his mind, there is only one reason why you are biting him, and the only one that makes sense. obviously, somehow you have turned into a zombie and are currently trying to infect him. oh, but you’ll have to try harder to defeat the one and oni arataki itto! he heroically grabs a pot from the kitchen and smacks it against your face, smirking proudly. he just saved himself and the rest of teyvat from a possible zombie invasion!
➵ makes a dirty joke out of it
─ ✰ KAEYA is barely even fazed by your antics. you’ve pranked him before, and he knows you’re trying to get a reaction out of him, but he simply won’t just give it to you :( he thinks it’s fun to tease you, and what better punishment than to fluster you himself? he makes it as embarrassing as possible so you just drop it.“oh, y/n, that’s quite a revealing spot for a hickey, shall i give you a matching one?” please smack him in the face because he’s only half joking 😞
─ ✰ CHILDE is far worse than kaeya on this matter, at least he has some common decency. unfortunately for you, childe does not. if you, for some reason, decide to do this around your friends, he can and will fucking moan 💀 if you’re alone, it’s more toned down, but still teasing enough to make you want to really sink your teeth down on him. “babe, this is kind of kinky… if you wanted to initiate something, you could’ve just told me~”
➵ bites you back
─ ✰ XIAO’S first reaction is a mix of ‘wtf’ and flusteredness. to be fair, he’s always flustered with you, but he’s also confused. what do you mean by this? ah, this must be another one of those silly human customs to express love, equivalent to hugging or kissing. he thinks he’s seen a man do this to woman once, and deems it a normal thing to do. so if you ever decide to do this, be warned that you’ll be met back with an equally majestic chomp of your own.
─ ✰ ITTO’S second instinct to that of the first one is that you’re trying to start a friendly competition with him. he assumes that this is a game, and the rules are probably like the punching bag game at the arcade. the harder you hit, the more points you get! while yes, he doesn’t mind losing to you, he’s not purposefully going to lose to you either. where’s the fun in that? while you give him a baby nom, he full on inhales your left shoulder <3
➵ runs away, trips over a rock and farts cutely
─ ✰ VENTI
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chocotonez · 1 year
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skz putting their jacket over your lap
a/n: hiii, merry Christmas Eve if you celebrate!! I hope you all stay warm and enjoy your winter <3 also I forgot to put a read more on this one so sorry about that lolol
warnings/genre: gn language but y/n wears skirts, shorts and dresses and stuff, fluff, mentions of food and slight cat calling/harassment in seungmin’s (guys stare at u and whisper shit), discomfort in revealing clothing in hyunjin but that’s a really bad way of explaining it so see for yourself if u want
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chan
-he always keeps his arm around you at public events, so when you were at a dinner party to celebrate the release of his new album he could feel how cold your skin was
-the dress was suggested to you by a stylist since you didn’t really know what to wear, but someone call irene cuz…
-you were constantly pulling down the skirt, and he could feel you shuffling like every five seconds because just breathing made the dress ride up
-“are you okay?? wanna go home?” And you, who’s literally eating the best fucking food you’ve ever tasted and having the time of ur life supporting ur boyfriend obviously shot down his offer
-so he took the coat he came in with because suddenly this takes place in the winter and puts it over your lap, before kissing the top of your head.
“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable, okay? We can leave any time.”
lee know
-lovingly already giving you shit about it before you even leave the house
-“baby, I love you and all and I think you look amazing but those shorts are gonna be uncomfortable as hell”
-“hoes never give up their clothes”
-he didn’t wanna be overbearing so he was like “whatever nerd let’s go”
-you guys were sitting outside and you were already pulling your shorts down, minho only noticing when you entered a grocery store because wtf why r they so cold
-gives you the “I told you so” look and forces u to take his jacket :>
“wrap it around your waist idiot, tell me if you want to go home.”
changbin
-ur probably gonna have to ask him bevause dawg doesn’t realize
-but when you do tell him he’s like !!! “Oh my god I’m so sorry, of course you can have my jacket!!” and he’s holding ur hand all reassuringly and apologizing n ur like “it’s ok I was literally just unbearably cold”
-feels so bad that he didn’t notice how u were literally freezing to death :,)
-bonus is you get to see him roll the sleeves up of his collared shirts + he gets to see you comfortably enjoying yourself so everyone wins
“I’m so sorry again!! Tell me if you need anything else, okay?”
hyunjin
-your supporting your boyfriend at a little formal party, and it was an indoor event at a familiar location that has never been uncomfortable ever in your life
-and then it was uncomfortable, you were just rubbing your legs and the feeling of leather on bare skin was weird and why the hell was it so cold??
-but you looked so hot in this dress ?? so what can someone do. you didn’t mind dressing up, but being in such a weird environment made you dream of the pajama pants you’d put on when you got home
-hyunjin takes his suit’s blazer off and casually slides it over to you without even blinking an eye, as you look up like ??? dawg I didn’t even say anything and he’s just like “I know~~”
-he just knows you very well and he also likes the trope of u wearing his suit jacket after a party, so he insists you keep it because u look so cute
“I can just tell when you’re uncomfortable! I’m a psychic, hehe >:]”
han
-“eeee i don’t like this dress, I feel weird in it”
-“omg babe no!! u look so good :>”
-“no my legs r just cold”
-feels like a superhero and the coolest boyfriend ever to put his coat over your lap, he’s so proud of himself :,)
-he feels like he’s the protag of some romance drama, n he loves it!! and you’re no longer freezing ur ass off so thank goodness
-pretends to forget his coat so he can see you wear it on the way home or something like that
“hehehe, you look cute! do you need anything else? aren’t I just the best?”
felix
-idk he’d probably forget a jacket too so you’d both be awkwardly freezing at a restaurant so we’re gonna put you in an award ceremony
-you were his +1! so you dressed up extra nice for the evening, and you sat next to him as winners came up with their thank you speeches
-I think he’s very attentive to you if you guys go out together cuz he wants you to enjoy every moment with him!!
-so he notices v quickly when you use the table cloth as a blanket for your lap or shake your legs, and he hurriedly gives you his suit jacket so you don’t feel so uncomfortable
-kisses your cheek after, and when cameras catch this cute asf moment you two go trending on twt for 24 hours :,) you guys are just so cute together!!
“Does it feel better than the table cloth? I thought so, I can ask staff for something more accommodating, just let me know <3”
seungmin
-you guys are taking the train home after a day out, and you’re just scrolling on your phone before he leans over
-“the guys across from us are looking at you, do you wanna move?”
-you decide to just stay as the only free seats were reserved for others who needed it more, so you just say like 180 degrees away from them
-you could hear them whispering, and you subconsciously pulled your shorts down, not even knowing if that’s what the problem was
-you tried to ignore the gawking before you saw a grey hoodie fly over your lap, seungmin gently holding your waist to turn you back forward and giving the guys across from you the most uncomfortable eye contact until they stop
“Weirdos. Don’t feel insecure or anything by them, probably just never seen someone as hot as you before…”
jeongin
-trips over his two feet to get to you
-you guys planned for lunch at a cafe, and while you were waiting for him you texted “omg this skirt is so uncomfortable lolol” and next thing you know someone’s sprinting at you full force while holding their jacket
-it’s your loving boyfriend who broke into a sprint the second he read your text
-“h-here, put this over your lap if you want” “how far did you run??” “bro just take it I beg”
-you can’t help but laugh because he’s so out of breath and didn’t even mind the eyes staring at him because he was just running in a panicked frenzy
-boyfriend mode: activated
“I’m not a simp, shut up. Just want you to feel comfortable you loser. (lovingly)
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yawnzzznnn · 5 months
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Hi can I please request Nicholas & Maki as boyfriend headcanon the same as K. K one Was really good. Thank you 😘
✮Maki Boyfriend Head Cannons✮
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✮Special thanks too: Anon, Maki, &Team
✮Note: I'm so sorry about the accidental post, I promise you this time it's actually your request 😭 also remember I have a 25 days till Christmas event going on please (if you'd like) request who you'd wanna see IM SORRG AHAIN WTF
✮TW: kissing : jealousy : cuddling : food : makeup :
✮Taglist: @niohoon @leoonoa @mxlly143
Nicholas ver
11-5/9-23
✮Affection is his main love language
✮He often doubts himself in the German language so if you know German he'll have late night studie session with you
✮He's not a real jealous person but if he does get jealous he gets super clingy and calls you pet names
✮He isn't super big on kissing in public but if you want a kiss he'll give you a peck
✮Hand holding is his favorite, like he loves it no matter if you got sweaty hands he'll say it's added moisture to his
✮If you wear his clothes he will disappear for a few seconds before smothering you in affection
✮He always makes sure you know how pretty and loved you are he don't let you doubt yourself for a second
✮If he orders food he'll always get an extra somthing for you, even if your not with him he'll have it delivered to your house
✮He loves cuddling and watching movies on his day off
✮If you have long hair he'll sit you down Infront of him and play with your hair for hours
✮If you wear makeup he'll put you on a makeup ban if you constantly wear it
✮If you wear skirts he'll take his jacket off and lay it over your lap when you sit just so people can't peak up your skirt
✮Cheek kisses are the death of him like if you have dimples he'll constantly kiss them and when you kiss his dimples he swears he'll pass out
✮The most respectful boyfriend ever! (No cuz his parents raised him right) He'll ask you things like 'are you ok?' 'are you comfortable?' constantly
✮Back to the makeup thing if you wear makeup and you fall asleep with it on he'll go find the remover and remove it for you
✮Maki has this sense if he senses your uncomfortable he immediately takes you out the situation
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josibunn · 20 days
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hoppin on the dad eurory train..what do you think was the position/time that got you pregnant? you always make him so good n sweet n I love the tatted up hc!
oh ur so slick…this is so good bye
also thank u sm!! I think imma keep that hc :P
──★ ˙ ̟🎀 !!
fuck personally I think it had to be excited/adrenaline rush sex, I feel like baby making with HIM isn’t a soft time, it’s giggly and smiley and happy and hard and rough and nasty. and it’s definitely not intentional lmao
im thinkin somethin to do with his career. like yknow the nsfw hc I made where he always fucks you after a gig? his adrenaline is through the roof and he just can’t keep his hands off you
and I have a very specific outfit in mind for both coquette girly ready and metal girly reader ok. something that’s gonna get him more riled up and wanna take you down.
i’m thinkin for coquette girly pink reader ur wearing a baby-hot pinkish mini skirt either tiny straps with a sort of frilly skirt with lace lining the hem, something along the lines of this? just frillier, and you’re pairing it with some heels and a cute fluffy cropped jacket, some up just how he likes it because you stand out in his crowd.
now for more alongside euros style metal fem reader, i’m thinkin a tiny leather miniskirt, like a fuckin belt ass skirt paired with maybe a cropped plain red tee? some black under the knee heels and he lets you wear his leather jacket over it and it’s huge on you but it still looks so cute ^_^
i’m thinkin this is set in a time where euro does continue preforming with his band and goes on tours and stuff to a point where you have hotels to stay in. and after a really good gig he’s running off the stage, sweat drenched and screaming with his crew, all hugging and bumping each other and wrestling until he’s like “wait wtf where’s [y/n]” and he screams your name before you find him out of the crowd.
he’s picking you up and spinning you before you can say anything, making you laugh. he’s all happy and out of breath, yapping about “did you see how good i was I was so fucking good baby were you watching when I did the thing with my guitar baby was it cool I looked so cool and we played so hard” and you’re just giggling bc !!! he’s so cute n so excited !!!
he’s all over you as soon as you get in the van with the rest of the band, hand trying to get under your dress/skirt while he drinks and you have to slap him away bc hey!! we’re around all your friends you can’t have it!! but he’s all tipsy and still in the rush so he doesn’t care and tries getting in u while kissin u
and the second you’re in your hotel room hes trying to send you through the mattress, ur not even out of your heels before he’s lifting your dress/skirt up and pushing you on the bed, ass in the air as he eats it from the back.
hes talkin all in your pussy, “s’fuckin good, fuckin love it” “taste so good baby” “can’t get enough, would kill for this” and you’re bunching your toes in your heels as you grip the covers, pleasure overtaking you bc you can’t even take off your jacket and he’s already got you cummin on him :( mouth moanin into the covers as you heave and he just won’t let up, too eager to get you ready for him :((
he finally pulls off you and won’t let you get situated, flipping you over and smashing his lips onto yours, tugging your jacket and shoes off. “taste how good you are? fuckin love that pussy baby,” he mutters in the kiss, yanking his pants down just enough to pull his hard cock out, tip red and hungry for you.
he doesn’t let you get a word in before he’s pushing into you, moaning with you loudly, cheeks pink and hot against you.
now for POSITION,, I think it was missionary->doggy->pushing your head down, shoving you into a pillow and beatin yo shit in. especially with a night after a gig, he’s too eager, too hyped up, just wants to throw you around. somethins bound to go down!
and maybe in a week when you’re finally home you notice your periods late, remember how good he’s been fucking you snd you’re like shit.
──★ ˙ ̟🎀 !!
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therainingkiwi · 3 months
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Tiny details I noticed in the Percy Jackson TV show--episode 4!
I guess this is a recurring Thing now. See the "tiny details in PJO tv" tag for my posts about the other episodes.
Annabeth's hair wrap has little sheep on it. Adorable.
Percy wakes up from his nightmare very quietly and calmly, with his sleeping bag still neat (letting us know he hasn't been tossing or turning at all).
If they're on a train passing through St. Louis, with the eventual goal of making it to LA, then our trio are currently riding the Texas Eagle-Sunset Limited train that goes from Chicago to San Antonio to LA. They should have ridden the Southwest Chief--it's cheaper, faster, and runs more frequently… It just doesn't stop in St. Louis. Also, I now want to know how they got from New Jersey to Chicago.
Ambrosia and nectar haven't gotten a mention yet (for those of you non-book readers, it's the food of the gods that in the books can have incredible healing powers for demigods). Interesting choice.
The actor for younger Percy appears to have brown eyes.
Grover and Annabeth have now watched two separate forbidden children insist on staying behind to fight a deadly monster, so the two of them could get to safety. In both cases, the forbidden child was about to die, but at the last second, their godly parent saved them.
Percy's flannel is almost the same color as the Mississippi river water.
The pieces of glass on Echidna's jacket are fairly small, and I had to rewind a couple times in order to see them properly. Grover is VERY observant.
EDIT because I forgot to put this detail in: Percy tells Annabeth that he's "only been a demigod since last Saturday." Which first of all implies that Percy sees himself as someone who BECAME a demigod rather than someone who just found out something that's been true about him all along.
Also wtf, Percy and Sally's trip to Montauk was LAST SATURDAY???? What a week this poor kid's had
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deansmom · 9 months
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Everytime I point out that Dean Winchester is autistic, people get mad or look at me like I’ve spontaneously grown a second head, as if this man’s existence isn’t just checking off boxes for the diagnostic criteria
Special interests: westerns, cars, mechanical engineering stuff in general, 1960’s & 70’s music - specifically classic rock, monsters. You’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that it’s totally normal for someone who was born in 1979 to have borderline encyclopedic knowledge of two decades of music????? Hundreds of years of monster lore??? — for fuck’s sake, he had a train thing when he was little!!!! Those are special interests!!!!
Restricted diet: it’s mostly for Jokes but dean genuinely doesn’t eat much beyond burgers, diner food and pie.
Dean didn’t speak for months after Mary died and there’s 15 years of canon evidence where he loses his voice during moments of Big Emotions!!! He’s going nonverbal!!!!!!!
Trouble with social cues: literally look at every single instance of Dean trying to interact with strangers, ESPECIALLY in the early seasons. He’s not playing dumb, he just doesn’t get it. Also, watch any scene of this man TRYING to flirt and tell me that he’s any good at it. You know why? That bitch is mimicking the fucking movies and tv shows he grew up watching.
Sensory processing disorder: DO YOU THINK HE WEARS 87 LAYERS FOR FUN???? FOR FASHION????? WHAT DID YOU THINK ALL THE FLANNELS WERE ABOUT. THEY’RE SOFT. Also think about how much he liked the nightgown and the robe. ALSO, ALSO: school!!! It’s loud, it’s smelly, it’s dirty (his germ thing), the lights are too bright, there’s too much sensory input happening at one time. Between being so overwhelmed in school that he couldn’t focus and John pulling him left & right for cases and Sam, no wonder dean dropped out :(
14.04. The comic book episode is an ENTIRE episode about dean and his special interests!!!!!! And his social anxiety, hiding out in his room at the beginning of the episode because of all the strangers in his home 😤
Emotional regulation problems: those angry outbursts?? Destroying the Impala??? LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THATS NOT A MELTDOWN
His whole personality is a mask! He based his whole life and personality around the men he grew up around! John, Bobby, the other hunters - we all know that dean isn’t this rugged manly man he puts on. Sure people can have layers, but my man literally wore his dad’s actual jacket for fucking years
Black & white thinking: this doesn’t need anything else tbh
Strong sense of Justice: “how many people do you have to save?” “All of ‘em. Whole wide world of sports.”
Literal thinking: half the show is about how they both have to learn to look at monsters and not immediately go “monsters bad.” Also literal thinking is hard to explain, but I promise he does this.
Hyperlexic: “what? I read?”
“Too blunt”: all those times you thought “that was kinda harsh Dean” or “wtf that was so mean” - he doesn’t like lying to people when he doesn���t have to!
Hyper empathy: “The baby in the well? My bad.” “I do my best to be brave.” Sacrificing himself for people over and over again. The djinn episode and the speech he makes in front of John’s grave. His whole life he’s been told he cares too much!!!!
As a fellow AuDHD bitch, the most AuDHD thing Dean has ever said was “we know a little about a lot of things. Just enough to make us dangerous.” Also: “I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give ‘em hell attitude, and I’ll figure it out.”
Like I could dive into the nuances of all of these and explain them in great detail and find textual evidence for basically everything, but it’s too early in the morning for that much work when I know that I’m right. Yeah he has adhd, obviously, but I will eat my left hand if that man isn’t autistic.
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starsandhughes · 1 year
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Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Fifteen)
SERIES MASTERLIST
previous: fourteen
next: sixteen
ducks game photographer really came through last night thank fuck
ps this might be my favorite one yet
FRIDAY, MARCH 17, 2023
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yourusername LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YA’LLS AND ALL, WELCOME TO MY POSTGAME PENALTY BOX UPDATE!!!!! let’s give it up for the one, the only, the beautiful, the magnificent, the boyfriendiest boyfriend to ever boyfriend— trevor zegras!!
he has made it to six games without a penalty, which is tied for his longest streak this season! NOT ONLY THIS, he also scored tonight’s opening goal against the blue jackets!
the ducks won 7-4 tonight, which is the highest amount of goals they’ve scored this season! this team played beautiful tonight, and i could not be more proud🧡
p.s. congratulations to scott harrington for scoring not only his first goal as a duck, but his second, too!
p.s.s. i love you always my z <3
p.s.s.s. suck it quinn ~z
p.s.s.s.s. due to z editing my post, i now like @.tterry19 better than everyone
tagged trevorzegras and anaheimducks
trevorzegras i love you forever my beautiful girl 🧡
jackhughes gross
yourusername @/jackhughes could you just let us be in love
jackhughes i could, but at what cost?
anaheimducks our boy played amaZing tonight!
yourusername yes👏he👏did!!!
user1 HE IS SO CUTE PLEASE
jamie.drysdale THAT’S MY SON!!
yourusername our son was really trevor zegrasing tonight!
jamie.drysdale our son was our soning tonight?
yourusername no that sounds stupid
trevorzegras it really does
jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras you’re grounded
yourusername @/trevorzegras y/n’s boyfriend was y/n’s boyfriending tonight?
trevorzegras brilliant
user2 lil slut with his tongue out i wonder if he keeps it in his mouth at home
user3 so trevor zegras of him to get the first shot on goal for the ducks and make it
tterry19 i’m honored to be your favorite
yourusername as you should be! you earned it!!
trevorzegras it’s a tough job bud
jamie.drysdale lots of responsibilities
_quinnhughes this isn’t okay
trevorzegras this is more than okay
yourusername we’re in uncharted territory i wanna see what happens
jackhughes yeah maybe the world will implode
_quinnhughes we’ll see what sunday holds
user4 i too like troy terry better than everyone
jackhughes for your safety i’m glad you didn’t play your drinking game
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colecaufield 💯💯💯
trevorzegras 🤑😤😎
yourusername ihy both wtf does that mean
user6 they need to start tanking
user7 i get it but teams aren’t just going to lose on purpose for draft picks…
_alexturcotte we need different bets besides penalties for sunday
yourusername i already have a plan dw turcs!
_quinnhughes @/yourusername don’t go crazy you know the rules
_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes let her be free quinn it’s fun for some of us
yourusername @_quinnhughes yeah!! let me create chaos
jackhughes @_quinnhughes LET HER CREATE CHAOS!!
_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @_alexturcotte @.yourusername FINE
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simpforchuchu · 5 months
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First Date I Shoji Sameoka x Oya!TodorokiFaction!reader part3
Summary: Y/n never told her beloved faction about that fight and Shoji. But they figured out she was hiding something. And that day, Shoji decided to take her out for their first date…
a/n: Hi, this is one of my fav series ane I really love them all so much ❤️🙏🏻 I hope you like it too 🌸💕
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: not much, blood, mention of fights, cursing,usual hnl warnings but mostly fluff
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When Todoroki entered the broadcast room, he unintentionally smiled at the sight he saw. The trio were sleeping on the large black sofa as usual. Tsuji was in the middle, Shibaman was next to him and leaning on him, while y/n, although she looked quite small next to them, was sleeping on Tsuji's other side, leaning on his arm. The young boy sat on one of the other seats, opened his book and started reading. He didn't want to wake them up, they looked pretty cute and he was grateful for the little bit of silence he could find.
After a while, Todoroki raised his head when he heard the vibration sound of one of the phones on the table. The vibration of the phone made such a loud noise on the table that the other two woke up as well.
When Todoroki saw that the ringing phone belonged to the young girl, he saw that the heaviest sleeper in the group was still not waking up. Laughing at this, he looked at Shiba and saw that he was already reaching down on the table to mute the phone, while Tsuji was holding y/n so that she wouldn't fall.
The duo’s face, which looked very annoyed because their sleep was interrupted, made him laugh.
Tsuji “Look at this.It's her phone that's ringing, but she doesn't even wake up." While saying this, Shibaman was looking at the screen of the phone he was holding in surprise.
“Oi Shiba! Why don’t you still end the call?”
Tsuji couldn't understand what his friend was trying to do. When Todoroki frowned at the tall boy, Shibaman showed the phone screen to the other two.
“Sameoka ? Shoji Sameoka ?”
While the three of them were looking at each other, y/n woke up from her fake sleep when she heard the name, opened her eyes and got into a sitting position.
Tsuji was looking at her like asking "Weren't you sleeping?", Shiba was showing the phone with the screen off in his hand and waiting for an explanation with one eyebrow raised. Todoroki, on the other hand, was curious about the explanation the young girl would make, aware that she had been acting strangely lately.
“Can I have my phone?” Y/n asked holding out her hand and Shibaman held his hand up and y/n sighed. “I'll explain everything, just give me five minutes to call him back.”
Shibaman held out the phone and continued to hold it tightly when the young girl wanted to take it. The tall boy grinned when Y/n looked at him again. “You will talk here, turn on the speaker.”
Y/n was looking like "are you serious" but Shibaman was pretty serious. When she turned to Tsuji and saw that he was also determined, she nodded.
“Okay, but you won't make any noise.”
When the two nodded, y/n grabbed her phone and called the boy who called her again.
While the phone was answered immediately on the second ring, y/n was thinking about what to say.
“Y/n- san, hi.”
“Hello” Y/n nervously replied to the young boy. The looks of those around her did not help her at all.
"Um… I… I called for…" Shoji's voice was also quite nervous. “You told me to call you when I wanted my jacket back.”
Y/n cursed under her breath as she felt the wtf stares of those next to her. She had a lot to explain to them.
"Oh yes. I'm sorry, it's been a long time, hasn't it? If you send me a location, I can bring it to you."
Shoji apologized nervously, thinking he was being rude, when in fact he just wanted to see the young girl and continued.
“I'm actually in front of the school right now.”
Y/n laughed nervously as her eyes widened.
“Ebara, right?”
“No, Oya.”
When Shoji replied, the young girl cursed her luck again. And she answered in panic
“Sameoka-kun, you shouldn't be here. Also, I don't have your jacket with me, I have to go home and get it."
After a few seconds of silence, Shoji's voice was heard again.
“I see, your house is not far from here anyway.” Tsuji and Shibaman were listening to the two with angry looks, of course they were not angry, they just didn't want to see Shoji around their friend. They were also wondering why Shoji knew where y/n's house is…
“Then I will wait in the location that i’ll sent you, y/n-san.”
With a sigh of relief, Y/n hung up the phone, saying in a less nervous tone that she will be there. And she looked up in fear and looked at her friends’s face in the room. They all looked quite serious.
“You know you have a lot to explain, right?”
Y/n nodded slowly and sat back in the chair. She was very afraid of their reaction.
"Are you guys dating?" When Shibaman asked with a straight tone, y/n directly refused.
“What? No, of course not.”
“So do you like him?” When Tsuji asked, y/n looked at him in surprise. Why couldn't she say no to this question? Why was she afraid? The others were still waiting for her to speak as Y/n shook her head slowly. While the young girl was thinking about what to say, Todoroki spoke in a soft tone.
“You can start by telling the truth about your injuries from the other morning, y/n-chan.”
Y/n slowly nodded and started explaining everything from the beginning.
“Actually, I didn't lie about that.I just missed some details." When she offered a sweet smile, realizing it wasn't working, she continued. “That evening, a large group blocked my way. And their leaders… You know them. Those idiots you fought that first year-“
“Ryusei?” Shibaman asked confused and y/n nodded.
“They had many weapons, I took down many of them on my own, but I had reached my limit.”
Todoroki was getting angry when he thought that the young girl was attacked because of him. He was clenching his fists so tightly that turned white. Y/n smiled when she saw this
"Don't worry, I didn't lose." Although the young girl tried to lighten the mood by winking, all three of them were very serious. The young girl continued. “When I could no longer fight, I heard someone's voice. Sameoka was passing by and helped me. Later I realized that Ryusei had a knife. If it wasn't for him, they could have killed me."
“Son of a bitch!” y/n shook her head when Todoroki cursed in anger.
“I'm fine, I'm really fine. Sameoka wanted to go to the hospital, but I didn't want to worry anyone. Also, my parents would pick me up from school. So he walked with me home. I borrowed his jacket because I was cold. So it's nothing like you think."
The young girl smiled. She didn't give all the details, but that's more or less what happened.The trio was silent. Y/n wanted to say something, thinking they were angry, but she didn't know what to say. Tsuji was the first to speak,
"Why didn't you tell us?"
“I know you don't like him-“
“No, I'm not talking about that.” Tsuji protested. “Why didn't you tell us that they attacked you? You got hurt because of us-“
“Don't be ridiculous, wouldn't you do the same for me? I'm fine, really.It's over."
When Tsuji nodded, Shibaman spoke to change the subject.
“So why did you hide about Sameoka? Y/n we are your friends. Just because we don't like him won't change anything-"
"Not like that." Y/n protested. “I never forgot that day. I can't forget..." she waited silently for a few seconds and continued. “But… Sameoka is a good person. He was always nice to me, even though I was an asshole to him... I'm no better than him though."
The young girl sighed and smiled. “Even though you tell me it's okay, I feel guilty.”
When Y/n lowered her head, Tsuji sat next to the young girl again and Shiba crouched down in front of her.
“Y/n… it's okay for us. We don't like him, but we love you. If you have feelings for him-“
“I don't know,” the young girl answered Shiba. “He's honest about his feelings, but I don't know if I have feelings for him. I just don't hate him."
Tsuji laughed and patted the young girl's arm. Y/n looked at them and saw that they were all smiling reassuringly.
“Are you going home now?” Todoroki asked and y/n nodded.
“I need to get his jacket, then I'll go to the location he sent.”
Shibaman grinned when Todoroki nodded.
“We are coming too.”
“Huh?”
"We don't trust him, and it might be good to scare him a little."
Y/n rolled her eyes.
"Guys, I don't think he’ll be afraid of you-" The young girl smiled sweetly when she met Tsuji's gaze. "Yeah nevermind, let's go."
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Y/n was quite nervous as she headed to the location Shoji had sent her. She didn't know what to do with the two tall boys coming right behind her and she thought she shouldn't bring them.
As much as she loved Tsuji and Shibaman, she was aware that these three wanted to punch each other every time.
When they came to the park by the lake and saw Shoji sitting on the bench, even she didn't know why she was smiling. He was wearing casual but stylish clothes as usual, his hair was braided again and he looked a little nervous.
As the trio approached the bench, the young boy turned his head when he heard footsteps. The small smile that appeared on his face when he saw the girl disappeared and he was surprised when he saw the duo behind her.
He stood up and took a few steps towards the trio.
“Y/n-san… thank you for coming.”
Y/n tried to smile, understanding the implication in the boy's voice.
“I brought your jacket, Sameoka-kun. And… they were going home too. Since we met on the road-“
“No, we came with her because we didn't trust you,” Shiba denied and y/n sighed.
Shoji was upset, thinking that the young girl did not trust him. Hadn't he proven that he would never hurt her? Was she afraid of him?
When he turned his gaze to the tall duo, Tsuji replied again with a flat tone.
“We will go, but let me warn you before we go. Y/n is very precious to us, if anything happens to her-“
Shoji answered without thinking
“She is very precious to me too. And you can be sure that I will protect her before myself.”
Even though Shoji spoke while looking at Tsuji, y/n looked at what he said and realized that he was actually speaking to her. To break the tension between them, she turned to the couple behind her and smiled.
“Tsuji and Shiba are being overprotective as usual, but they need to go home now. Right guys?
Even though the young girl was smiling, her suggestive voice was very clear. The two left with a short goodbye as they did not want to tease them any further.
Y/n turned to Shoji again and wanted to explain, afraid that he would misunderstand
“Sameoka-kun… I didn't bring them. Really… I think they're a little overprotective and like to annoy people.”
Shoji felt relieved when he learned that the young girl had not brought them. He knew that the past would not be forgotten, but he wanted to leave it behind.
“Oh, by the way. Here's your jacket. Thank you again.”
When Shoji saw the young girl carefully put his jacket into a bag, he smiled and took it from her. He pointed to the benches with what came to his mind.
“I brought snacks. Do you want to sit in the park with me for a while?
The young girl looked at the big bag on the bench and smiled.
“Like a picnic! Why not, the weather is really nice.”
Even though Shoji wanted her to accept, he thought she would refuse. That's why when the young girl accepted, he couldn't help smiling and quickly took the big bag from the bench.
Shoji had just noticed that the young girl was not wearing her school uniform. The jeans and jacket she was wearing were black, but they were not Oya's clothes. She looked quite beautiful. Shoji was already watching her with admiration, even with her face covered in blood.
When they came to the grass by the lake, the young boy spoke in panic.
“I… I forgot to take a blanket. I am sorry." Then he showed her his jacket in the bag. “I can lay this.”
Y/n giggled and shook her head.
“I'm someone who rolls on the ground, sitting on the grass won’t kill me, Sameoka.”
When Shoji saw the young girl sitting smiling, he smiled and sat next to her. He didn't know what to say. At first he asked small daily questions. But when he saw that this was even more embarrassing, he shook his head.
He asked, looking at the newly healing wounds on the young girl's face.
“Does it still hurt?”
Y/n shook her head.
“I didn't even feel it except for the first few days. But it was very hard to answer the questions of the people at school.”
Shoji nodded, opened the bag of chips and handed them to the young girl.
“I guess you didn't tell them.”
Y/n shook her head.
“Until today, no.”
When Shoji looked confused, the young girl smiled.
“When they saw that you were calling, I had to tell the truth.”
“They don't like me”
Y/n nodded. “You don't like them either.”
After a few seconds of silence, the young girl continued
“I… I have never been someone who can fit in anywhere. I've never had close friends. I was not someone who could control my anger.”
Shoji was silently listening to the young girl
“Tsuji approached me first. Tsuji and Shibaman were my first friends. Even though Todoroki didn't like me at first, he also started to become close to me later. They're less like my friends and more like the brothers I never had."
When the young girl spoke with a smile, Shoji understood once again how valuable they were to her. And they had hospitalized her beloved friends in front of her eyes...
"And you ? Do you still hate me?” When Shoji asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time, the young girl answered without thinking.
"No." Y/n's voice wasn't harsh. “I don't hate you. I didn't like you until recently, but I guess… I don't have any bad feelings towards you anymore.”
Shoji listened to the young girl in astonishment. There was a warm feeling inside his chest.
“Of course I haven't forgotten anything, but I think I've forgiven. The boys told me not to think about this incident any more, that it was okay.” Y/n smiled. “And I know you're sincere. I can feel it. Besides, I'm not much better than you.”
Shoji smiled as Y/n turned to him with a smile. He nodded. Even though he wanted to say, “No, you are much better than me,” he did not say anything.
"That's why Shoji-kun-" Shoji smiled the moment he heard his name from her lips. “I think the ice between us might thaw a little now.”
There was silence again for a while. Y/n realized that the silence was peaceful though, so she smiled and reached into the bag. She took out the plastic box inside and smiled
“ahhh, chocolate cake! I couldn't be happier today.”
Shoji was watching her again with the young girl's beautiful smile. He didn't know when he had such intense feelings for her. But Y/n fascinated him with everything about her.
"Ouch!" When the young girl suddenly took her hand away, Shoji looked at her in surprise. When he saw that her finger was bleeding, he didn't even understand what happened.
When Y/n rolled her eyes and looked at her hand, the black haired boy took out the clean handkerchief from his pocket and gently held the young girl's hand. Y/n was watching him as he slowly wrapped around her finger.
The young girl couldn't stop her heart from racing or feeling the butterflies in her stomach. When Shoji slowly raised his head and saw the young girl looking at him, he removed his hand.
"How did you do ? Did it hurt much?
Y/n shook her head silently.
“I think the plastic edge cut it while trying to open the box.”
Shoji nodded and slowly opened the box. He placed the cake in front of the young girl and handed her the fork and y/n giggled.
"Thank you."
Shoji shyly said it was okay. Y/n couldn't remember meeting someone who made her feel like a girl in a long time. Yes, her friends were more protective of her, but y/n had grown up around men. And Shoji Sameoka was making her feel things she'd never felt before.
After eating the things in the bag for a while, y/n lay down on the grass, holding her stomach. Shoji smiled at her reaction. Indeed, her appetite surprised him too.
Y/n was watching the clouds. The blue sky looked so beautiful that she couldn't help but smile.
And Shoji was watching her. He felt like he was watching a romantic movie. And he didn't want the movie to end at all.
He wanted to hold her hand, hug her, watch her sleep. He wanted to have a place in her heart. He always wanted to be there to protect her. Shoji Sameoka wanted to be with her.
"Looks pretty " Y/n turned to Shoji, referring to the sky. She could feel she is blushing when she caught the young boy watching her.
Shoji nodded without looking away.
“Yeah, looks pretty.”
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sea-of-dust · 1 year
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Kira☆Kira☆
Miscivious vocalist! reader x Grusha and Rika
Summary: Dating a vocalist is something but them also being a skilled Pokémon trainer is something else. Especially when their scary lizard thing stands on its hind legs...
Notes: The reader has a Koridon for context on the scary lizard thing 💀. Wtf does it need wheels for. Also anyone else notice the hashtag pokemon scarlet and pokemon purple?
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Grusha
One of the things he admires most about you is how well your vocals shift when the moment calls for it. You could sing gently to help pokemon sleep then scream at the top of your lungs to hype up a crowd. "Why is a special talent of mine~. Maybe I'll sing you a lullaby one of these days...what was your name Grusha?" That was the first thing you've ever said to him, the first time you've meet, since then he's always had this warm feeling in his chest
His dreams already died but whenever he sees you he always sees another dream flourish and bloom. One of the many reasons he's attracted to you
He doesn't admit it but he's very cat-like hell deny missing you when your on tour. Yet his actions say otherwise. You would leave to take a bath and he would offer to bathe with you. If you were cuddling somewhere your even more screwed. He'll pin you down making sure you can't move. He also refuses to offer affection verbally yet you wake up in his arms
Speaking of tours he can only go to the shows in Paldea. He's a gym leader he can't exactly leave. So you decided to Perform with Rhyme! It was crowded but at least he got to see you do what you enjoy
He doesn't tell you he isn't that into rock until you showed him more tone downed rock. "So does that mean you don't like the music I play?!" he'll die before answering that question.
You decided to take on the gym challenge. "I'll only use one Pokemon to nerf myself" "Why do you feel the need to do that" "Why I want this to be a fair fight hmmm" you change your position of a Pokemon and you begin the battle...was your motorcycle always um...standing on two legs?
Grusha isn't a big fan of Koridon especially after you just sat there using flamethrower to one shot his whole team. "I WON" you clasp your hands together. He sighs in defeat but at least you're happy.
"So where's my commemorative picture?" You smile mischievously "you have enough pictures of me already" "this one's gonna be special" he smiles under the scarf taking a picture with you. "Nice! Showing this to Koridon" "anyone but Koridon I beg of you"
He thought his old fans were bad...DEAR GOD YOUR FANS TATTOO YOUR NAME ON THEIR FOREHEAD. "No shame~. But at least I can use them to commit a crime for me ☆" "please never go through with that"
You and him often appear in interviews together. Every time the interviewer asked you a question about your relationship he narrows his eyes and just stares at you. "So how's Grusha like at home?" "Uh..." Grusha's staring you down. "Almost the same as when he's out" that's a lie he's almost attached to you at home. You've never seen someone so addicted to hugs. "Have you ever seen Grusha without the jacket? Can you describe his figure? "He has an amazing figure" You were about to nerd out in front of him when you felt someone look at you. It was Grusha... He's going to grumble about this as you drive him home you think. You look over at him. Even with that scarf, you can still see that disappointed face. He doesn't say anything about it he just sits there...disappointed.
"What I can't compliment my boyfriend in front of others" "it's not that" he pauses for a second the aggressive motion of Koridon underneath you two. He holds onto you tighter. "I get it...FREE FANSERVICE" There's silence between you two once again. "You know what never mind..." He holds you close even more, with barely any more space in between your bodies tucking his head into your back.
Your Koridon was such a party crasher, mood ruiner, fart cloud. He dosent like Koridon. You two could be in a heated moment and he would ruin it. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT INVOLVES FOOD. Date in a fancy restaurant? He would pop out the Pokeball and eat the food you were feeding HIM. He doesn't want to hurt your feelings by saying it out loud but your Koridons a Lizard cock block
The worst time he thinks Koridon ever cock blocked him was when you two were about to go to sleep and you got on top of him the moonlight hitting your face at just the right angle "good night dear" and just as you were about to kiss him you two hear rummaging in the kitchen. "HUH?! I'm gonna go check that out stay here" you walked out seeing Koridon's attempts at opening the fridge. "....are you serious" your Koridon looked pleased you opened it for him and let him pick something out before going back into his Pokeball. Walking back into the room you tell Grusha what happened. "Koridon was just trying to get a snack" "oh that's alright" ARE YOU SERIOUS?! THAT WAS THE MOST ROMANTIC YOU'VE EVER BEEN SINCE YOU CAME BACK FROM TOUR RUINED BY YOUR FREAKING SPACE LIZARD. He hated Koridon ever since. At this point, he tells you to ignore Koridon whenever you two are about to kiss. Just give him the smooch and you'll deal with it later 😾.
Whenever you're seen in public by a fan they usually just want a picture. One time someone posted where you and him were and you saw people suddenly line up in a cafe all lined up to see you. He sees you get overwhelmed and decides to lead you out of the establishment. "Hey hey-" "don't hey hey me your obviously getting stressed out" "but still I should be-" "They lead two blocks down" "oh...maybe I couldn't" "That's what I thought"
You like to sleep on him for his reaction. "What the heck are you doing" and you'd just be dead asleep. Whenever your not there his pokemon usually do that for you. Their mindset is probably, "second parents gone must give dad cuddles" sometimes they sleep on his face...not fun
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Rika
She likes rock! And found your band out trying to get out of her comfort zone. She fell in love with more than just a voice that day. So she looked around your band's profile and found out you guys not only had a YouTube channel, but you were coming to Paldea! This was her chance.
You were performing when a technical error occurred, you took the chance and decided to talk to the audience. "And what might be your name sweet checks" may have been the first time she's flustered to answer her own name "Rika..." "Rika huh? That's a nice name rolls off the tongue" you get a message from staff that everything's fine and get up to continue performing. Ever since then, she's used that to fluster you. "Remember when you called me sweet cheeks?" "OH GOD"
You eventually moved to Paldea sending your parts of songs overseas to your producers and bandmates. Still meant you had to go to events with your band. Wasn't a problem till you get texts from Rika saying she missed you. "Bro your always looking at your phone you ok?" "It's just...I wanna see my girlfriend" "it's been 3 hours" "that's two days 😔" "..." they had to look up pictures of her to keep your head in the game. You always try to surprise her when you come back. Appearing behind her, waiting for her outside of gyms. Your bandmates call it laughing through the rivers of tears. She does miss you too she just doesn't say it out loud. She does try to touch you more often "Are you trying to figure out if I'm an Astral projection?!" "Are you?!" "AM I?!" You try to put your finger through yourself only to fail. Another thing Rika teases you for.
She knew you had a motorcycle like Pokemon she just didn't know how much of a cockblock it would be. She'd lay down and you'd take the chance to kiss her when Koridon pops out of his Pokeball. "OH KORIDON-" you're trying to hide Rika behind you as Koridon asks for food. She was disappointed but it won't happen twice...right? It did. You two were on a calm ride in an amusement park enjoying the view when you saw Koridon drift down toward you two. " what in the-" "HES AIR SWIMMING?!" LET HER HAVE HER KISS DAMMIT. She basically leaves Koridon's Pokeball on tables just so you and her could have intimate moments.
Speaking of Intimate moments, she pinned you to a wall in a semi-public area. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue" "Rika- you know this isn't the time or place-" "oh come on surely no harm could come from teasing my s/o a little" "MOM IS THAT Y/N?!" You look at her with an I told you so glance as the kid begins to freak out seeing their idol. "And why are they getting pinned to the wall like that?" "Let's go honey those two are occupied" you were so embarrassed. You'd get her back sometimes pinning her to the wall yourself. "Finally caught you" you've got her pinned no escape. "Oh? This is a tad unexpected-" she isn't used to being flirted with you should have known this by your first interaction with her. You usually use this to your advantage pinning her to a wall and then just making a deez nuts joke or straight up staring at her and doing nothing.
You sometimes open up your guitar case to practice when she's not around when you do practice when she's around she nearly begs to try ending up in you two singing karaoke and leaving you too wiped it even sing tomorrow.
She likes telling you to try on her stuff and wear them to concerts. "My glasses look so cute on you! Please just for today!" "I have a concert but..I'll try-" your fans made edits of you with her glasses on. Witch, she will promptly shove in your face. "Y/n with glasses is something I didn't know I needed in my life~" "DON'T READ THEM OUTLOUDDD" you cover your face with a pillow. "Hehe"
You made a bet with her that if you soloed her team she would pay for dinner. She laughed at the idea at first she's an elite four member you sure? "Oh I'm very sure" "like your confidence dear-" she was going to eat her internal monologs words BECAUSE JESUS KORIDONS HUGE WHEN DID YOUR MOTORCYCLE SUDDENLY KNOW HOW TO FIGHT!?" "Guess your paying for dinner" you scoff. Now she's at a 50/50 with Koridon, he cockblocks her, and now he beat her ass...the only positive to that pokemon is that he helps you see her and she likes seeing you.
You somehow convinced her to put her hair down and dear god...."YOU LOOK LIKE OUR DRUMMER!" "is that a good thing or-" "he's so pretty hold on lemme find a pic" first Koridon cock blocking her now a love rival-. "LOOK!" "Eh he's not that good looking" "I'd turn into a mop if he told me too" "...what-" he had to explain to her that you two have an inside joke about how pretty each other were and she eventually agreed with the drummer that indeed...you're hot.
Despite the inside jokes, she knows you wouldn't cheat. How? Because you gush about literally every little thing she does. "She's just so AHHH you know what I'm saying bro" her Clodsire agrees with you. "Wish I was single again so I could ask her out again" you pause. "ANYWAY DID YOU NOTICE THE LITTLE SPIN SHE DOES WHEN BRINGING OUT POKEMON SHES SO HJSKZKZ" you can't put into words how much you love her. That's all the proof she needs to know you'll always be by her side.
Whenever you cover darker songs she thinks you're depressed or something. "Are you alright?" "Yea why" "you can tell me if anything bothering you you know" "yea why'd you ask?" "..." "is it because of the cover? We covered it because it sounded cool then we actually looked at the lyrics and realized how dark the song was... it still slaps tho so we covered it" "oh-" she's still checking for sighs only for those sighs to come in as deez nuts jokes. It's depressing how many deez nuts jokes you can make in a day.
You have this habit of putting tape on a piece of paper after scribing something. Then putting it on someone or something. So you started putting paper mustaches on Koridon and Clodsire. If she ever caught you you'd put on a disguise saying it was the "doodle bandit". She's surprised by how much tape you have-.
You had to pull Rika out of a bar once. While trying to get her to sober up and sleep she would be like "STOP I HAVE A S/O" you at this point were tired and kinda pissed off. So you smiled menacingly "what's your s/o like" "they're chaotic yet fun to hang out with, they're so soft too" she went into detail about how much she loved you while also telling YOU to stop touching her. Fortunately, you came up with the fastest way to sober her up or at least wake her up completely. "Hey, Rika you mentioned your s/o plays rock right?" "Howed you know" with your guitar plugged in you started playing loudly. Fortunately not screaming directly in her ear, but enough to let her verify you. "You sound like my s/o..." "I am your s/o" "nah they're way prettier than you" "...." You did not give Rika a good night after that. You made sure she slept on the couch till she came back to her senses.
She likes her cuddles so, if you do not deliver that night she'll be salty. "Are you too good to give your gf cuddles" "Rika I told you I roll over a lot when I sleep" "well then I'll roll ON you so you have no choice" "pardon?" She took that literally. You weren't able to move last night because she decided to sleep on your chest. She is expecting you to pat her head as she drifted off to sleep. "Good night dear" you don't tell her this but the reason, besides you being a messy sleeper, why you don't give her cuddles is that her heartbeat quickens rapidly and you didn't want to cause any medical problems
She likes wearing your band's merch to fluster you. "Ah seriously" you cover your face peaking a bit then closing the peak. "It's so cringy~" "I think it looks great" "ahhh save me-" You mumble. You wear a shirt with your band's name on it too, so why not match to share the cringe you know. If anyone notices you blame her. "Yea I'm a fan...but Rika here's a HUGE fan I just like the shirt" "you look like the vocalist...sound like em too..." a fan looks at you like your being interrogated."That's only a coincidence!" You smile nerviously "oh look at the time ill be seing you!" you nearly run away from the conversation running with Rika. She thinks that your reaction will never get old.
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red1culous · 1 year
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A/N: Inspired by a scene from 1883.
You sit. Hunched over assignments you were meant to have finished grading two days ago. You’ve been sitting in that same spot since late morning nursing the same cup of cold coffee. The patrons of the small cafe did not seem to mind seeing as you were a regular who tipped well. 
Every inch of your tiny table was covered with assignment booklets. You had separated them into piles of ‘Good’, ‘Meh’ and ‘WTF is this shit’. You look up from the mess in front of you and focus your eyes on something other than badly written sentences and plagiarised paragraphs. Blinking rapidly and pinching the bridge of your nose to ease the familiar throb of an approaching cluster headache your eyes see the afterimage of red scrawls and circled words. After a few seconds the scene in front of you starts to come into focus. It is magical to say the least like you were sitting in an Edward Hopper painting. 
Because the sun was quite high in the sky the light enters through the large cafe doors painting an image that starts low and arches high up across the back wall. Your eyes follow its trajectory and you squint slightly as you drag them across the uninterrupted expanse of blue from the sky that’s reflected in through the sun and rain worn streaky windows. A single shaft of light splits from its main funnel and falls slantwise revealing something, or rather someone who quite literally takes your breath away. 
You see her face illuminated by a rosy glow. Her hair is tied into a neat bun and it sparkles in the refracted light as if it were ablaze. You sputter and choke on your spit which causes her to lift her head in your direction. She’s watching you. Or at least you think she’s watching. You can’t see her eyes through the dark sunglasses shielding them. If it wasn’t for the small hint of a crooked smile she gives you would be none the wiser. 
It takes you a good amount of time to muster up the courage to walk over to her. “Hi” is all you can manage. Your voice suddenly sounds too loud and it carries to the every corner of the space around you. You feel the blood rush to your feet and your stomach does a little flip. 
“No” she replies. 
“Wh-what?” you stammer out. Every last ounce of confidence you had slowly fizzles away like a deflating balloon. 
But she also smirks a little bit more.
“Ok say it then” she turns in her seat to face you. 
You raise a questioning eyebrow at her and she chuckles softly. “You came over to get my name and or my number, yes.” 
Her words come out more a statement than a question. You are pretty scared at this point but there is no turning back. You are fully committed to this embarrassment and by God you were going to let it play out completely.
“No, actually” you finally reply.
“Oh…” Your answer takes her by surprise and you applaud yourself internally when you notice a slight blush travel up her neck and settle on her cheeks. “What did you…” she starts but you interrupt her quickly.
“I wanted to ask if you’d remove your sunglasses” you gesture acting as if you were removing glasses from your face. 
She scrunches up her brows. “Why?” she asks genuinely confused.
Taking a half step closer you fidget with the fraying ends of your jacket sleeve. It’s now or never. “I just wanted to see if your eyes were too pretty for me.” 
She laughs dryly and shakes her head. One side of her cheek half dimples and you find it adorable. She removes the dark glasses and you smile. Her eyes are lovely, you wonder what they would look like in the full sunshine. Or closer up. 
“So what’s the verdict?” she asks breaking you out of your trance. 
“Well…” you answer taking a half step away from her. You cough through a chuckle at your silly little secret thoughts. “I was right” you answer, “much too pretty for me.”
She genuinely smiles exposing the whites of her teeth. You’re starting to love that dimple on her cheek and the laugh lines that crinkle of the edge of her eyes. 
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sillydorito · 3 months
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I did it! :D Went a little overboard but they are done!
I am telling myself that one beautiful day I will draw the comic about how Fiona and Skwisgaar (and later also one of her brothers) met back in the 90s. It is not today and there is a big chance I will never do that but at least I have something :D
More babbling (about OCs too) under the cut!
Long story short - he has been in US for a very short time, already broke up with one of the bands he has been in. She got back to US, after few years living in Iceland, for college. Her brother, his name is Lothar btw (or just Lottie, Lottie is better) is three years older and he was already there finishing his major - they went to the same school, she was in her first year, he was in his fourth.
They met in a bar her brother recommended (live music, rock and metal, those kind of vibes), she took one look at him and decided that he is a stray cat. The rest is a history.
Oh, and they were 19.
Lottie is another story, maybe I will get to it one day. But he is the second oldest and was 22 when the story began. The oldest brother was 47 (yes, forty-seven) at that time and sometimes managed to check on them when he was in the city because those two idiots were living together.
Skwisgaar in a leather jacket is chef's kiss but I will not make it white. Love you white wearing Skwisgaar but no. Get more stuff in your wardrobe.
Heights are up to scale, Lottie just happens to be 6'-fucking-10" and doesn't fit in regular doorframes (apparently those are on average 6'8" wtf).
Also thank you so much @pan-flute-skeleton for letting me spam you with wips of those! :D 💙✨💙
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coffeedepressionsoup · 5 months
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Somebody Does Love | MYG - They Meet Again
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Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader
Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage. This is the one where fate plays games and Sammy plays Cupid. Part 3 of Somebody Does Love.
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Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst
Word count - 2.2k
Warnings - lil swearing, SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH! nothing else I can think of
Ratings - 13+
Taglist: @majiiisstuff @starlighttaek8 @yoongrace @proudnoona
A/N - I have been in some of the worst times folks. Slipped back into depression. Lost people. Learnt lessons. Still very much in love with our honey boy though. The day I wrote this was one of the very bad days and I am typing this note through my hazy glasses because of these bloody tears. Excuse the typos, and grammar errors. Do not have the energy to proofread. Please be kind. Do like, comment and reblog. Thank you! Here goes nothing.
What was he thinking? Just how drunk was he? Why is he considering going? It’s just a jacket. He has dozens of those. Yoongi nervously bounced his legs as the rest of his body sat very still on the dressing room chair. Two different brushes - no one brush and a sponge - were being lightly tapped against his face now and a pair of hands were insistently tugging at his half-wet hair trying to style it. This was the last look for a magazine cover shoot. Even as he stared straight into the mirror, he thought back to a small cat and their rescuer. 
The next hour and forty minutes passed agonisingly slow. As soon as the director announced wrap, Yoongi was up and halfway out of the satin shirt he was in. By the time he reached the dressing room, he discarded it completely. Soojin, his manager, rushed in after him and asked as he shut the door, “You are really going?”
Yoongi placed the rings and earrings he had taken off on Soojin’s extended hands and nodded as he put his own t-shirt on.
“It is too public, Yoongi-ah…” the older gentleman tried to reason one last time as he saw the other scrub his face hastily off with a few makeup removal wipes.
“How will they know?” the rapper turned around, now having completed his outfit with a cap, a sunglass and a mask.
“They know you by the shape of your head and the size of your shoulder. You really want to risk it?”
“I am not risking anything. You are driving me there,” Yoongi said with a smirk evident in his tone. 
Soojin was left looking at the open door of the dressing room that now had the stylist and a couple of other members of the crew walk in. He handed over the jewellery he was holding from earlier, bid goodbye and jogged off to his car. 
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You were sat at the cafe sipping on your second latte of the evening. Tapping on your screen to check the time, you let out a yawn. 6:53. Well, maybe you could excuse an hour’s delay. Weekend traffic. Maybe he overslept? As much as you were grateful to Yong-ho, you were also hoping to see his face today. There are not many things you know about him. He has a deep, soothing voice. He smells nice. He is rich enough to casually wear designer jackets. He is kind, helpful and polite. Thoughtful. He is also quite patient. And his eyes. His eyes were beautiful. Solemn but with a shine that could make someone comfortable. 
Comfortable. Why did a stranger you met for half an hour register as comfortable to you? Your phone chimed. A message from Sammy. - Done yet? “Still waiting” - Wtf
- I don’t think he will show up then - I told you it’s a perfect fit for me
- Let me keep it
You chuckled at the series of messages.
“I will wait till 7:30”
- Then meet me directly at Hajoon’s place
- I will put out food for Ash
“Thanks, man. See ya soon” You closed the chat and smiled down at your wallpaper. Ash fast asleep on Woolfie’s back. The kitten and the dog had gotten along exceptionally well. After Woolfie peed on the kitchen floor when baby Ash hissed at him from Sammy’s lap on the first night, there had been no major issues. Ash had tried once to drink from the dog’s bowl the next day and had fallen into it. You fetched her out and dried her up with a hand towel, and the rest of it, Woolfie had licked clean. That night was the first time they napped together.
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Yoongi sat on the floor near the sofa where Yijeong and Hoseok were playing FC24. Hoseok was leading by 3 goals. Yijeong almost threw his controller at him in frustration, as the rest of the small group around them chuckled and watched the game progress. 
Yoongi also stared at the screen but his mind wandered far away from the game and his friends. His hands absent-mindedly tugged at the inseam of his jeans. 
As Soojin pulled up in front of the cafe earlier that evening, he could feel the sweat drip down his spine inside the air-conditioned car. He stared for a few seconds at the road in front of the car before turning his head towards the cafe you had agreed to meet at. As if it was an attempt to allow himself to catch a breath and just appear cool, just in his own head. A failed attempt at that. 
Even though he turned to look at the cafe from his car seat, he had not expected you to sit right at the window from where he was parked not even 4 whole metres away. Thankfully you were facing sideways, staring at something inside the cafe that Yoongi could not see. If only you were to turn towards the window to your left, your line of vision would directly collide with the tinted window of Yoongi’s car. 
Soojin coughed lightly from beside him. Yoongi only blinked a couple of times before he shut his slightly agape mouth and swallowed the breath that he didn’t know was stuck at his throat. He saw your face move down towards the table, presumably where your phone was. Phone. Why didn’t he exchange numbers back then? He knows why. Well, he could have given Soojin’s number at least. They could arrange for a more discreet pickup. 
Fuck the pickup. Yoongi had half forgotten that this meeting was about picking up the jacket he had lent you to wrap the rescued kitten in. Sure, that was the reason he gave Soojin that morning when he said he had to make a stop after the shoot. But for the whole weekend, his head had been clouded with your face. And your cooing voice at the kitten. And your bright smile as you introduced yourself. And the smell of your perfume and/or your shampoo that encircled you.
Looking forward to Sunday evening, he felt a tightness in his chest and stomach that could have been mistaken for trapped gas. But he knew this feeling all too well. It was anticipation. He has felt it for years ahead of each show or some big live interviews. He would also feel it once for someone he used to date. But that is what is odd. 
Sunday evening was not a date. Hell, he even felt creeped out by the fact that his feelings mirrored something akin to what he would feel like in anticipation of dates. Of course, it wasn’t even his intention to turn a simple transaction meeting into a date. But he had also not expected the sleepless nights that followed meeting you. And the half-written lyrics of a song on his phone. Nor did he expect the feeling of missing somebody he had exchanged less than 20 lines of dialogue with. 
When you had asked how to return his jacket, he almost wanted to say that you didn’t need to. Luckily, even within the first second, his mind deemed it too off-handed of a statement to make and he saw the cafe logo in his peripheral vision. Before he started overthinking and/or asked to exchange numbers, he pointed at the cafe and said, “How about we meet at that cafe on Sunday evening?”
And there he was. Outside the cafe. On Sunday evening. Almost having a panic attack in the safe confines of his car.
He could walk out of the car and into the cafe. He could walk up to you and say hello. He could make small talk for a couple of minutes. He could take back his jacket and thank you politely. He could then walk back out. 
He could. But he didn’t want to.
He did not want to make small talk with you. He wanted to know how you were doing. How your days have been. If you have spent the three nights just as sleeplessly. He also wanted to know how the kitten was doing. How the two of you were getting along. If you had any other pets. If yes, how many. If all of them were getting along. If the pets had another parent. He wanted to ask you so many things and he wanted to hear you say so much.
The cafe was not at its busiest. Even from where Yoongi was, he could see a few empty tables. He drew in a deep breath and placed his fingers lightly on the door, preparing to open it. 
It was at that very moment that you turned to your left, looking out of the cafe through the window you were sitting next to. You glanced down momentarily at what presumably again was your phone and looked back out the window. 6:18. You looked at people milling around the street outside the cafe. 
But to Yoongi, you were looking right at where he was. The concept of his tinted glass windows disappeared from his comprehension as he (seemingly) held your gaze and fluttered one of his hands over Soojin’s arm, urging him to drive off. Alert as ever, the elder man started driving promptly. Yoongi “held” your gaze for as long as he could till he bumped his head against the car window, closing his eyes, inhaling and exhaling in quick succession trying to even his breathing.
He slowly slumped back down against the passenger seat of the car and unclenched the hand that he did not realise until now was clamping down on one of his knees. He stared ahead at the Sunday evening Seoul traffic, shivering a little from feeling some of his sweat dry up. Soojin turned to him at the next red light and said, “Don’t worry, Joon will understand.”
Nothing more was said in the whole car ride up to his friend’s place. Soojin dropped him off and went back to drop the car off at Yoongi’s building before heading to his own place. Yoongi had planned to drive back home with Hobi. They lived in the same building after all. 
Joon will understand. Joon will understand?Joon will not even know that the jacket he gifted his hyung last year was missing unless Yoongi told him so.
He wasn’t thinking about Joon. Nor was he thinking about the jacket. Of course, he wasn’t.
He was thinking about your slightly impatient gaze. You bun sitting lightly at the nape of your neck. Your hands that you briefly rested your face on. Your face. You. He was thinking about you. Like he had for more than than the past two days. 
He was thinking about where you were now. What you were doing. What you were thinking. What you decided to do with the jacket. If you threw it at a random trash or kept it with you. If you were cursing him. If you were complaining about him to a friend. 
He felt a cramp in his stomach that is usually indicative of nervous diarrhoea. He felt like a dick. For having stood you up, yes. But he was also disappointed at having chickened out. Maybe if he had not waited in his car at all, it would have gone over smoothly. Maybe if you hadn’t looked out at him (his general direction) he would not have freaked out. He tried to tell himself that it was too crowded. He was too tired. And not a coward because of his stupid, random, huge ass crush on Y/N Y/LN. Someone he only met for half an hour. And spent almost all of it watching her bond with a stray kitten by her side.
He looked up as he felt a slight kick on his back. He realised he was staring at a static screen and that his friends had all gathered over the pizzas that had now arrived. He had not noticed when even though he was the closest to the door. He got up and was making his way towards the rest of the group when the doorbell rang.
Yoongi stopped and turned around. He was the closest to the door after all. None of the others seemed to bother reacting to it anyway. He walked to the door and froze as he saw the person on the ring machine. He knew he was supposed to press a single button to unlock the door. He knew which button it was. But his head and his hands refused to cooperate. He stood frozen for a couple of seconds, staring at the screen in front of him, until the bell rang again.
Yoongi thought he heard this ring in a more muffled way as if it was coming from far away. 
It wasn’t until the third ring that someone else left the group, half a slice of pizza stuffed in his mouth and half in his hand walked towards the door, that Yoongi could hear everything normally again. 
“Must be Y/N,” Hajoon called out, patting Yoongi on the back, and reaching over his shoulder to open the door.
After the small beep, you walked in, almost bumping into someone’s chest.
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