#and act all sweet and cutesy around the girls

[trashiiking]

#welcome home #welcome home fanart #frank frankly #welcome home oc #there was a thing on Twitter where someone asked what your WH oc looked like #as a child and this is what Paige looked like #she was a menace #absolute terror #the reason for birth control #she’d bully only the boys #and act all sweet and cutesy around the girls #except for Frank #he’d be a special case and she’d be nice to him #show him dead frogs and cool rocks #and where to find a whole mess of daddy long legs

[yunhoszn]

motive

PAIRING choi san x f!reader

WORD COUNT 3.37k

GENRES kinda fluff ig﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, friends to lovers, reader is lowkey down horrendous, but san is too i guess, um tbh this is just porn with minimal plot… 😭, reader gets jealous, Tension, i can’t think of anything else for the tame aspect so, making out, exhibitionism, soft dom!san, marking-ish, scratching, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, they’re like kinda clumsy in the way that everything is a fucking joke to them, actually a lot of kissing, san’s a sweet talker, public sex, shower sex, unprotected sex (pls be safe), creampie, cutesy ending

SUMMARY it’s annoying that your gym partner constantly gets flirted with right in front of you, especially when you have a crush on said gym partner. good thing your gym partner has a crush on you, too.

MORE HELLO oh my god okay, this is my first written fic on this blog and im actually so nervous posting it… but fuck it! we ball! this wasn’t originally the first fic i was gonna post but,,, the other one is still marinating in the drafts so you get mr. choi san instead <3 ALSO THANK U SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS HELLO. my blog is 2 weeks old that’s insanity 🤕 big thank u to the loml @kimsohn for betaing for me ilysm maya <<3 pls reblog if u enjoyed and pls moot me :( i need more atiny friends 💔

“Wow, San, you’re so strong,”

You scoff to yourself as you watch the trio of girls surround him, dainty fingers touching anywhere they can. He laughs sheepishly, shifting his seat on the weight bench. You think it’s funny, really, the fact that he was eating up their attention and acting like he was so shy about it. He was supposed to be your gym partner. 

With a small grunt, you take the dumbbells in front of you and focus on your form in the mirror. You make attempt after attempt to ignore the commotion behind you, but ultimately fail. How could you not stare with all the obnoxious giggling? Even as you lunge, eyes zeroed in on the perfect 90° angle your legs make, you can still make out the group’s reflection in the mirror. 

Every drag of a manicured nail along his bicep, each twirl of hair, it was pissing you off. You had no real right to be mad, though. It’s not like San was your boyfriend or anything. You were just friends, and he’d volunteered to help you out when you mentioned struggling at the gym. What started as him spotting you when needed and giving tips to help improve your workouts, turned into waiting around for him to stop flirting with the girls who flocked over to him. 

Maybe you were being a bit dramatic. It’s not like this happened every time you came to the gym, but it was enough to be irritating. There was also a very high probability that it ticked you off so much because you had a crush on San yourself. Your infatuation was less superficial, however. Yes, he was an attractive man, that was one fact that couldn’t be refuted, but there was more to him than his big muscles and handsome face.

You’d known San since you met in your first year Anthropology course. This was way before he started hitting the gym and building his physique. He used to be this thin, pretty boy. Girls thought he was cute, but that was about it. No one was jumping at the chance to ask him out, or giggling at his every word. No one except for you.

He was not only cute, but he was sweet and funny and just about every good quality you could think of. You didn’t want to be one of those people who thought you were special because you knew him before his insane bodily transformation, though in a way you were. San was your good friend above anything else, and you had a fear instilled in you that that’s all he would ever be. The idea made your stomach churn.

”Do you think you could bench me?”

A sigh pushes past your lips when you see one of the girls get a little closer to him. You’re over working out at this point, ready to just call it a day and go home. What were you doing here if your partner was going to ignore you the entire time? You set the dumbbells back on their respective rack, grabbing your phone and water bottle while simultaneously turning up the volume on your headphones to drown out everything around you. 

You don’t bother telling San that you’re leaving, making your way into the changing rooms to grab the rest of your things from your locker. The frown etched onto your face as you do so serves as a reminder that he would never see you in that way. Perhaps you were perpetually stuck as the girl space friend. With a giant emphasis on the space. 

There’s a gentle grasp around your wrist, making you jump in surprise. You turn around with wide eyes, pushing your headphones off your ears. San stares back at you with an unreadable expression, lips slightly pursed.

”God, San, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you hold a hand to your chest, heaving up and down a little.

”I tried calling your name, but you didn’t hear me,” he shrugs, releasing your arm and shoving his hands into the pockets of his athletic shorts. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ready to leave?”

”You looked busy.” Really, you wanted to hide the jealousy and bitterness from your tone, but ultimately failed, even throwing in an unintentional scrunch of your nose. It feels like your heart dropped to your stomach, resembling a prey caught by its predator when you realize the connotation behind your words.

San smiles at you, a smug grin that’s so out of character for him, you’re a little nervous now. He takes a step forward and you back up until you reach the lockers, one of his hands coming up to rest on the surface near your head. A small chuckle breaches the sound barrier, his eyes drinking in your figure like he might never get the opportunity to do it again. “Y/N… are you jealous?”

Instinctively, you shake your head. What he doesn’t know can’t kill him. But then he’s raising an eyebrow in question and you feel like a puppy with its tail between its legs. You blink up at him, nails digging into your palms to keep your composure. “Should I be?”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, that same cocky smirk on his features. He knows what he’s doing, you think to yourself. He has you cornered and he’s using it to his advantage. The hand that isn’t holding his weight comes up to your face, fingers gliding along your jaw with a feather light touch. “No, I don’t think so. The only girl who’s attention I really care about is right where I want her.”

Your breathing stutters, halting in your throat and momentarily winding you. Choi San might very well be the death of you. Especially with that darkened look in his eyes, the chocolate brown color now resembling the night sky. His thumb swipes across your lower lip, letting it resume its original place. “What do— what do you mean by that?”

He was giving you a bone, a hint that he could potentially feel the same as you, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted the words to leave his mouth and verbally confirm that for you. Want wasn’t even good enough. You needed it. 

“There’s no way you don’t know,” San says, voice hushed. “No way that you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you since first year.”

Something similar to a choked groan departs from you, your pulse racing in your ears, thumping beneath your chest. You’re too stunned to move, frozen in your spot in case this is all some fucked up dream. It doesn’t even occur to you that someone could walk in, doesn’t even cross your mind that you’re in too public of a setting for this conversation or where it could go. 

“I don’t— I didn’t…” Your eyes attempt to stay on his, but keep flickering down to his mouth. 

“It was so hard for me to play nice guy for so long,” he whispers, a pout adorning his expression. “And today? I couldn’t even stare at you shamelessly because of those damn girls. It’s so fucking annoying when they bother me while I’m trying to flirt with you. But since I’m Nice Guy San, I can’t be rude.”

“You flirt with me?” You snort, your shell shock wearing off and a goofy smile worming its way onto your face. He laughs along with you, tilting away to hide the warmth blooming on his cheeks. The tension is still present, but it’s a lot more bearable.

”I guess I’m not very good at it if you couldn’t even tell,” he glances down at his feet, the confident San from before long gone and now replaced by a bashful version. “Am I going crazy, or is this gonna go somewhere? I don’t want to misread anything and ruin what we already have. The ball is entirely in your court.”

It’s your turn to be shy, shrinking in on yourself slightly. Acknowledging that you had feelings for San was a separate can of worms. There was a big difference between him confessing to you and vice versa. You know if given the stage, you’d just start blabbering on and on about how you feel for him, and that would just be embarrassing for both of you. So instead you say, “Can I show you?”

When he nods, your fingers raise to his jaw, cupping it gently as you lean up. Your lips brush his softly, barely grazing them. His eyes flutter shut, a shiver running down his spine simply from your kiss. A pleasant buzz courses through your veins from your lips to the tips of your fingers. You’ve wanted this forever, you don’t think you could ever go back.

You pull back and San fists the fabric of your t-shirt on your waist, eyes still closed as he chases your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, can I kiss you again?”

“Please,” you whine, enveloping your lips with his as soon as you get the green light. This time is desperate, noses bumping each other. You’re going lightheaded and dizzy, already intoxicated by him. Your back presses into the lockers behind you, arching into his chest for more. 

He deepens the kiss and it’s almost too much. You’re overwhelmed by the emotions taking control of you, not at all prepared for what would come with actually being with San. It had always been a distant fantasy, something that felt so completely out of reach that you didn’t dare let yourself indulge in the notion for too long. The way his lips lock with yours, fluidly and synchronously like missing pieces of a puzzle, you think you can die happily. 

“As hot as it would be to fuck you right here, I’d rather not get kicked out of this gym,” he chuckles breathlessly. “And since we’re both sweaty from working out, I think we could use a shower. Don’t you?”

You leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth, nodding frantically at his suggestion. Though you imagined your first time with San being in a bed, slow and sensual, you’d be so stupid to complain about this. Fucking in one of the gym showers, where anyone could hear you? Go big or go home. 

He scopes the area to ensure the coast is clear before hauling you into one of the stalls, dragging the curtain shut. You kiss roughly between removing articles of clothing, San turning on the water while his lips make quick work of your neck. Goosebumps form on your skin when the cool water hits it, your fingers combing through his wet hair as he sucks harsh marks into your collarbone and sternum. 

“You’re so gorgeous, babe,” he mutters into your skin, nipping lightly at the tops of your tits. One of his hands travels south, sliding through your folds with ease. He rubs tight circles into your clit, prodding at your entrance with his ring finger. “I need you to cum for me once before I fuck you for real, okay?”

“Mhm,” you moan quietly, hiking one of your legs around his waist. His finger pushes inside you to the knuckle and then curls. Your eyes all but roll to the back of your head, back arching off of the tiled wall. “Feels so good, San…”

“Yeah?” He smiles against your skin, trailing pecks up your neck and along your jawline. You whimper in his ear, cunt sucking in his finger greedily. He adds a second, the middle one, and applies pressure to your clit with the heel of his palm. The sight of you falling apart by his hand alone is sending blood rushing to his brain. 

Your body feels hot to the touch, risking a downwards glance at where his fingers disappear into your pussy. It forces another whine out of you, your head tossing back. You tug at the strands of hair that stick to the nape of his neck, steeling yourself the only way you can in this position. San just seemed to know you, to know exactly what you needed without you having to tell him. Either he was really good at guessing, or everything he did seemed to be perfect, because you’ve never climbed to the summit this quickly before. 

There’s a knot in the pit of your stomach that weaves itself tighter and tighter with each curl of his digits and each swirl of his thumb on your clit. You think you could cry from how attentive he was, from how determined he was to provide you pleasure. Your cunt contracts around his fingers, and he can sense the precipice of your orgasm, speeding up his pace. 

You squirm around in his hold, allowing him to spread apart your thighs so he can brush the pads of the digits buried inside of you up against that spongy sweet spot. You’re trembling now, nearing the edge of that familiar cliff. “San, baby, I’m— god— I’m so close,”

“Let go for me, my love.” He coos into the corner of your mouth, hushing your moans. He doesn’t slow his assault, inching you further and further towards your release like it was his own personal mission. That knot in your belly begins to unravel until it slips through your grasp completely, your orgasm rocking into you like a tidal wave. 

San aids you as you ride out your high, already spent before he’s even gotten the chance to be inside of you. He kisses you tenderly, pulling out his fingers with caution since you were still so sensitive. Your nails claw down his front, scratching his abdomen with a purpose. He shudders beneath you, lips curling up into another soft smile. 

“What?” You ask with a giggle, mirroring his expression when he wipes water from your face. 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, grin unwavering. “You just look really pretty like this.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get into my pants, Choi San.” You tease, yanking him down for a saccharine kiss. He reciprocates without hesitation, drawing his palm on your thigh so he can wrap it around his waist again. 

“Me? Never…” He laughs along your mouth. “Is it working, though?”

You roll your eyes playfully, reconnecting your lips. “Are you gonna fuck me for real now?”

“What kinda question is that?” He glides the tip of his cock between your folds, shutting you up instantaneously. He’s heavy where he sits, slipping the shaft through your lower lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you forget where you are, baby.”

Before you can even let out another sound of appreciation, he’s stretching you out, cock thrusting up into your pussy without warning. You jump up a bit to hook your other leg around his hips so he’s supporting your whole weight. The new angle makes it easier for him to delve deeper in your cunt, his dick accessing places you’d never knew existed. 

After he’s sure you’ve adjusted to his length, he starts to move, pistoning in and out of you much more forcefully than he did with his fingers. Your lips part for a voluminous moan, but then you hear a group of loud girls entering the shower area and San slaps a hand over your mouth. He makes no effort to stop, fucking into you without a single care for the people on the other side of the shower curtain. 

“Did any of you see where San went? He disappeared so fast.” 

You recognize the voice as belonging to one of the girls who was openly flirting with San while you were working out. Not even needing to see her, you can picture the exaggerated pout on her face based on her tone alone. 

“He probably followed after that stupid bitch he’s always with.”

Your half lidded eyes meet San’s but he still pays no mind to them, digging his nails into your plush thighs. He pulls all the way out, just to slam his cock all the way back in. His pace leisures, but his power doesn’t, abusing your cunt with every snap of his hips. 

“I think I’m gonna ask him out next time I see him. I have to stake my claim before someone else does.”

He holds back a laugh, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You drown out their conversation after that, too focused on the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls so deliciously to even worry about those idiot girls. Little did they know he was closer than they thought…

Thankfully, they leave not much longer after that, and he uncovers your mouth. You gasp for air, panting feverishly when he picks up his speed again. Your bottom lip quivers with a whine, too fucked out to conjugate words that make sense. 

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Taking me like a fucking princess,” San praises. He groans, water droplets slipping along the valleys of his sculpted chest and abdomen. It drips with every roll of his hips and every thrust of his cock into your pussy. This was what he had been building up to, what he’d been dreaming of for years. “Who’s fucking you like this?”

“Mmm,” you moan, supping him in deeper, further, as cavernous as humanly possible. “You, San— fuck— y-you are.”

You arch your back, sneaking a hand in the middle of the two of you and pressing the pads of your fingers harshly on your clit when you do so. San holds you closer to him so your pelvic bones nearly clash each time he punches into you. The change in depth that he fucks you has your cunt squelching, any semblance of coherent thought escaping you. 

Your vision goes blank, stars decorating the backs of your eyelids as your second orgasm blindsides you. Not a sound leaves you after it knocks into you, cumming with so much force you think you might pass out in San’s arms. When you’ve finished, you let out a guttural groan, walls fluttering around his cock. 

“Gonna cum— shit— where do—“ you interrupt him with a whimper. 

“Cum inside of me,” your begging tone has him spilling into you practically on command. He fills you up perfectly, a moan from deep within him reaching your ears. You both stay like that for a moment, skin sticking to the other’s due to the thin sheen of sweat coupled with the steam of the shower coating your bodies. 

You can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes, one of your hands coming up to caress his back gently. He pulls out with a wince, palms resting on either side of you as he recuperates. He breathes through his nostrils, forehead glued to your shoulder. His hands rub up and down your sides soothingly. 

“It’s safe to assume you’re gonna turn that girl down when she asks you out, right?” You ask suddenly, attempting to diffuse whatever’s in the air between you now. San laughs into your shoulder. 

“Y/N, I’m turning down any girl who asks me out from now on,” he stands upright, biting his lip before kissing you gently. “I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate that very much.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Girlfriend?”

“Am I being too overzealous?” His nose scrunches up. 

“You’re being the right amount of zealous, I think,” you brush away a strand of wet hair that falls into his eyes. “But I think your ‘girlfriend’ would like it if you actually asked her to be your girlfriend.”

Choi San is the prettiest man you’ve ever set your sights on, but somehow, he looks even prettier smiling down at you after having sex with you in a gym shower. It’s a feat that should be considered illegal, and you should receive restitution for the distress it’s caused on your heart. 

“Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

And well, maybe you’d deal with that later. It was kind of difficult to ignore that sparkle in his eyes, especially when it was directed at you. You nod without a second thought. 

“I would love nothing more.”

© yunhoszn. do not steal, claim, or repost. 

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez san #ateez choi san #choi san #choi san x reader #choi san smut #san x reader #san smut #yunhoszn

[itsbecomeblue]

airport crush ellie williams drabble

cw: none?? js cuteness and v poor writting

u are both coming back for school after spring break?? she had missed her childhood friends and dad... for u, u js wanted to take ur summer clothes to uni.

this cute girl stares at u in line for the boarding... are u actually gonna be sitting in the same plane as her? she might faint!!! mmm she's staring and u can feel her green eyes burning the back of your neck so u turn around and she TRIES to be subtle and look somewhere else. u fucking grin, she's lowkey scared of u... u are sooo pretty!!! someone help her!!!

u are both getting on the plane and she doesn't know if she wants u to sit next her or if that's the last thing she wants... but naturally, since u are soooo lucky u got sat in the front line next to an arrogant lil man and his teenage son. how lovely!!! ellie on the other hand, got sat next to A MOTHER W A BABY??? god it was boutta be a flight.

when u looked around, she looked at u as if ud known each other for ages and mouthed "save me" so u mouthed "save ME" god u hadn't even said hi to each other, she was embarrassed but... u went along w it so.

u were thinking, and sure the mother was comfortable back there but u remembered when ur aunt had ur cousin she asked to sit at the front lines. when ellie saw u getting up her eyes shined, like actually, she looked like an anime character right there. u fought ur awkwardness and started talking to the mother sat next to ellie.

"excuse me, would u wanna sit in first line? there's much more space for u and ur baby's stuff. u'd probably be way more comfortable." oh, u were such a sweetheart, ellie is inlove w u already.

the lady actually took the offer. she thanked u and gave u a lil shoulder caress. u both exchanged seats and well everyone's happy i guess!

not everyone, ellie's scared.

she's sat next to this sweet caring selfless girl, who happens to be soooo sooo soooooo pretty. she's terrified and she thinks she might be feeling more than js butterflies in her stomach.

"hi..." she mutters. "saved us both right there."

"sure did." u smiled, putting ur seat belt on, she forgot those... she started putting it on immediately. u chuckled and told her ur name.

"that's pretty, i'm williams, i mean, i'm ellie williams. mmm erm, just ellie." she, is, adorable.

"that's real long and pretty." she dropped her head in embarrassment. "where are u going, ellie?"

she coughed and started talking about going back to college and u kinda yelled "same!", bro why was this convo the most embarrassing ever?(,#&@&@ turns outtttttt u went to the same college!!! wowza...

"no way." she deadpaned.

"yes way, ellie..." u giggled and so did she.

u 2 talked ab ur majors and shit, nothing crazy but ellie was js so cutesy likeeee omg she's so awkward she's kind of a nerd :((( she tried acting cool tho but u were js so pretty and nice she got shy.

she couldn't believe u actually fell asleep while u 2 watched the exact same movie on ur tiny screens... 30m in. she had js met u and she got the honor of seeing u peacefully sleeping. u were outrageously embarrassed when u woke up at the end of the flight tho.

ellie asked for ur number before u even left the plane, thinking you'd would say goodbye then. but... u still had to go all the way out of the airport and grab a taxi. it was awkwardly silent, saying bye and walking side by side for like 6 minutes before she got closer and said "i guess not goodbye." what kind of sentence is that???

u talked ab music and u found out ellie played guitar, u were so happy ab it?? she didn't get why but she felt cool and mentioned she had her own songs and u beggedddddd to listen to them. bro she js thought u were so attractive SOMEONE SHOOT HERRRRR RN. u thought the exact same... like... u play guitar AND write ur own songs??

talked and talked until u both found a taxi, because when she found one, she decided to leave it for u but u wanted her to have it, so u both idiots let someone else have it and waited till 2 taxis were available??^÷×&*!*@

after getting home u waited for a text from her, dying to hear from her. you got it!!!

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x fem reader #lover girl!ellie #ellie imagine #ellie x masc reader

[infictionalwonderland]

. . . fred weasley with it girl veela girlfriend (you, bitch!)

babe.

he is your biggest fucking fan

drooling and wide eyes when he even HEARS the click of ur cunty shoes xxx

genuinely stand by the fact he has shirts with ur face on

to him, you’re everything & more

no1 advocate for anything you do

‘yeah, love, you should do that. definitely’

‘mhmm, anything you want darling’

GRRRRRRRR 🐱🐱🐱🐱

eats up every single one of ur cunty fits

you look so damn good babe and he makes sure you know it

‘you’re the most beautiful girl i have ever seen, love. seriously’

‘if you don’t stop smiling like that, im gonna be forced to take you against this fucking wall love’

OOPSIES

HOW DID THAT GET THEERRREEEE

knows the whole school and literally the whole world is obsessed with you and is here for it

(but is also not)

he loves that people know how special you are bc you fckn are

but like

when he sees whores staring at you with gaping mouths and starry eyes he’s like

she’s MINE.

doesn’t enjoy people staring at his girl

10000% the type to wrap his arms around you and pull you back into him, genuinely acting as a shield for the stares

pd(bloody)a!!!

he’s a big big fan

obvs if it makes you uncomfy, he’ll understand and back off! your comfort is his main concern

HOWEVER

if you like it just like he does…

arm wrapped around you waist while you’re walking around

HANDDD HOLDING

he loves cuddling you

ur like his squishmallow 😘😘😘

he really enjoys showing you, all the time, how much you mean to him. how obsessed he is with you. bc he wants you to know

will readily admit to the fact he is very much on ur pink bedazzled leash xxxxx

he’s ur mf bitch ❤️❤️❤️

if ppl try and take the mick out of him for it he literally could not care less

and what???? it’s true

he would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked

if he notices you getting uncomfortable w ppl staring at you, he’s not afraid to confront them (if you want that)

‘yeah, mind looking anywhere bloody else mate?’

‘if you done leering at my girl you wanker, feel free to piss off’

if people happen to not heed his warning, he’s not afraid to fight someone for you

(one time he did and arthur got called in to ‘deal’ with his son—he gave him an approving hug and a chocolate frog)

you & the weasels are like this 🤞

ginny does not resent you bc ur a veela, IN FACCTTTT she actually really looks up to you and admires you, knowing you’re so much more than ur beauty

she’s wants to BE you

(apart from the dating her brother part, gag)

george calls you ‘little legend’ he thinks you’re great for making his brother so starstruck and mushy-goey all the soft things.

genuinely cannot wait for the day you become his sister in law 🤧

after ron got over his creepy little crush, he’s grown to see you as someone he adores (even if he would never admit it) and someone he really feels safe with

you make him feel wanted in his family and actually loved—for that, he loves you more

charlie thinks ur an absolute riot 😭😭

the first time you met you had pulled a prank on the twins, turning their skin lilac and giving them unicorn horns with fuzzy purple fur everywhere (human unicorns)

he’s adored you ever since

bill loves you like a little sister and fleur and you are legit best mates!!!

arthur holds you very dear to him as he sees how good you are for his son and how much of a good individual you are in general

molly was slightly hesitant initially

BUTTT then you knitted her and arthur winter hats for christmas, sent them with a cutesy note and some sweets and she knew she’d love you

(she really, truly does)

#fredweasleyisurseximinion

he wrote that himself xxxx

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasely x y/n #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #james potter x reader #james potter #fred weasley smut #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine

[strniohoeee]

matt and reader are bffs secretely in love and as usual they go on car rides in LA and they stop on a hill bc reader wants him to take photos of her since it's golden hour and he just falls more in love seeing how beautiful she is and he can't help himself when he surprises her by kissing her and then they go home and have sweet loving sex and it's also her first time doing it

Inamorata

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and the reader head to a hilltop that overlooks LA. Suddenly words and looks are exchanged, and some events take place that weren’t on their agenda🌅

Warnings⚠️: Smutttt, it’s cutesy though.🥺 I actually really liked writing this one 🤭

Song for the imagine: Like You’ll Never See Me Again-Alicia Keys

⚠️This is an 18+imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Everytime you kiss me

Kiss me like you’ll never see me again

Everytime you touch me

Touch me like this is the last time

Promise that you’ll love me

Love me like you’ll never see me again

“What do you mean?” I asked Matt looking over at him

“I just mean that it’s dumb for you to try and get the attention of a guy who clearly doesn’t care for you, come on Y/N he’s made it very clear he doesn’t want anything to do with you” Matt says merging onto the freeway

“Wow Matt” I said jaw falling slack as I glare at him

“Listen, I'm not trying to be mean at all. You are giving all your energy to a guy who just wants to use you and then discard you” he said looking over at me

“Use me?” I asked confused

“He just wants sex, and I know you want a relationship with the kid. He clearly doesn’t at all. I mean look at the way he acts when you turn down his advances. He doesn’t care about your feelings” he replied

“Oh” was all I could say

“I mean not that it’s any of my business, but hey if you just want casual sex then go for it, but don’t expect him to turn around and buy you flowers and offer you the world; because he won’t” be said back

“I mean I don’t just want a fuck buddy I want a relationship, but how do you know this anyways?” I asked him

“Well for one I’m a guy, and I’m not like that at all, but I’ve been friends with guys who are like that. And two I’ve been in that predicament myself. Girls who just want sex and then leave me stranded. Not the biggest fan of that” he said to me

“I guess you’re right, thank you Matt for always listening to my stupid boy problems and helping me see how shitty these guys are” I said to him turning my head to the right and looking out the window

“Of course Y/N I’m always here for you” he said to me

I looked over and smiled at him before leaning my head against the window as I looked out the window again.

“I just wish I could find that special someone. I’m always let down” I said shutting my eyes

Matt looked over at the girl, giving her a once over with a sad look in his eyes. Oh how badly he wanted her to look at him, no! Not look at him, but to see him.

“Yeah I get you, you never know he might be a lot closer than you think” Matt replied

“I sure hope so” I replied

Matt kept driving, and I was wondering where we were going because we never spoke of a destination.

“Hey where are we headed to?” I asked looking over at Matt

“I’m thinking of that hilltop on Sycamore grove. It’s beautiful at this time of day. It would make for some nice pictures, and some good talks” he said chuckling a bit

“Ohh I’ve never been there, but it looks so gorgeous I can’t wait” I said smiling at him

We kept driving for another 20 minutes before we pulled up to the hilltop. Not a single care in sight, and the view was amazing.

It overlooked a small part of LA, and with the sun slowly getting ready to set it casted a beautiful golden glow against the trees and the ground. The temperature was just right too. Not too cold and not too hot, just perfect.

“Holy shit this is beautiful” I said shutting the car door

“Isn’t it. It could make a grown man cry” he said laughing

“I’m sure it could” I said laughing back

“Let’s take some pictures” Matt offered

“I’d like that” I replied

Matt and I had taken pictures of the scenery, and some still shots of each other. Man I never realized how blue his eyes were until the sun hit them and made them sparkle.

I took the picture of him and slowly slid the camera down just staring at Matt. I mean I’ve seen Matt hundreds of times before, but I’m just now seeing him. And it made my heart flutter…..

“Is something wrong?” He asked getting confused

“Oh no sorry, I just never realized how blue your eyes were” I said smiling at him

“Really?” He said chuckling

“I mean when the sun hits them they really light up. It’s awesome actually” I said smiling at him

We took some more pictures of each other, and Matt actually took a lot of off guards of me that I hated, but he swore they looked amazing.

The sun was setting a bit more now, and Matt and I decided to sit at the edge of the hilltop. A bit scary, but I tried to face my fear of heights

“So talk to me Matt” I said bumping his shoulder with mine

“I’ve been talking to you” he said furrowing his brows

“No, tell me more. I feel like you’re so reserved now a days” I replied

“Reserved?” He said laughing a bit

“I don’t know, you just are super quiet. I get like a few good sentences out of you, and then just one word answers what’s on your mind?” I said to him

“I mean nothing really. I’m just in my own head a lot of the times” he replied

“Care to share?” I asked

“Ehh it’s nothing important” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Well that’s alright, I’m all ears though” I said nodding at him

A few minutes went by or silence. Just listening to the breeze ruffle through the trees as we watched the busy LA traffic beneath us. I could get used to this, sitting in silence with Matt and watching a sunset. It was calming

“That breeze feels so good” I said out loud shutting my eyes as the wind brushed through my hair

“It does doesn’t it” he responded

“I love when I get hit with a breeze because everything just stops for a moment and that’s all you feel” I said taking a breath in

“And all you can hear is your heartbeat” he said

“Yeah…..it makes you want to cry it feels so good” I replied looking over at him

“Do you ever cry?” Matt randomly blurted out causing me to look over at him

“Sometimes, do you?” I said in a whisper looking over at the sunset

“Yeah” he said in a soft whisper

“What do you cry about?” I asked giving him a soft smile

“Shit…I cry so much sometimes I feel like I’m gonna turn into drops”he replied looking down and swallowing thickly (IFYKYK)

“I get that, tell me more” I said in a whisper

Matt looked over at me with glossy eyes and licked his lips

“I just cry about it all. Where I’m at right now, who I’m surrounded with. All the troubles I went through to get to where I’m at. It makes me emotional” he said blinking his tears away

“Wow Matt, that was beautiful” I said wiping his eye with my thumb as he looked at me

“I cry about the beauty of life” he said chuckling

“That was embarrassing right” he said shaking his head

“No, it wasn’t. I understand you Matt. I see you” I replied looking into his eyes

Suddenly Matt leaned into me, connecting our lips. At first I was shocked. I mean never in a million years did I think this is where we would end up. Kissing on a hilltop, but I loved it. I kissed back, my hand caressing his cheek.

Our lips connect like two puzzle pieces that have been lost. I pulled away, breathing heavy as I looked into Matt’s eyes

“I’m sorry” he said blinking

“Don’t be Matt, I enjoyed it” I said before leaning in and picking his lips again

“The suns set, I think we should head back” he said

“Yeah” I said nodding my head

Math helped me off the ground and we got back in the car. A 30 minute drive filled with music, talking and the occasional silence. Every moment playing in my head from our previous interaction.

Truly fighting with my mind if it was Matt all along, and I’ve just been ignoring these feelings. My mind started to race with many thoughts.

We pulled up to the house and noticed that Nick and Chris were gone. This made me a bit anxious as to where things could lead to, but Matt wasn’t like that, so I felt better.

We headed to his room and just sat on his bed talking. This slight bit of awkwardness in the air that we were north desperately trying to ignore.

“I ummm I’ve been meaning to tell you how I feel, but I was so scared you didn’t feel the same way” Matt said looking over at me

“It never occurred to me that I could like you, but when you kissed me everything just felt complete. Like you were my missing piece all along” I replied back to him

Matt leaned over and kissed me again, soon becoming a heated make out session. Something I wasn’t prepared for, but was giving it my all. Our teeth clashing together as our tongues fought for dominance. It was such a heated and needy kiss, and it made my knees weak

He leaned us back as he was now hovering over me, his right hand running up the side of my left thigh. As his kisses went from my jawline to my neck as I let out little whimpers.

His right hand slowly kneading my hip bone. When suddenly Pulled away…this was getting too much for me

“Umm wait wait” I said pulling back

“I’m sorry I’m sorry” he said pulling back

“No it’s okay” I said shaking my head

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, and I wasn’t trying to force sex on you. I was just simply wanting to kiss you” he said giving me a once over

“No it’s okay Matt. I just ummm I’ve never done this before” I said avoiding eye contact

“What making out?” He said giggling

“Umm no like having sex or taking part in any sexual like acts other than kissing” I said to him

“Oh that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” He said smiling

“Okay” I whispered out

“But I do want to keep kissing you” I blurted out biting my lip

Matt smirked at me, and leaned back down reconnecting our lips. His kisses moved to my neck and back up to my lips. I know I said I only wanted to kiss him, but my body was burning with desire for him.

My lower stomach flips every time he lays a kiss on my neck, and my core throbbing and dripping for him. God why was he having such an effect on me.

“Matt” I said in a whisper

“Yes?” He replied back

“What if, what if I want to do more?” I asked looking into his eyes

“Then we can do more, but don’t feel pressured, okay? I can wait” he said running his hand through my hair

“You can wait, but I can’t….I need you like badly” I said breathing heavily

“Yeah okay okay” he said in a whisper

Matt had kissed down to my neck. Leaving light kisses that were making me burn up inside.

He leaned back and pulled his shirt off, so I pulled mine off as well.

“Can I…can I take my bra off?” I asked Matt

“Baby you can do whatever you want” Hs said licking his lips

I started to blush as I removed my bra . Never allowing a man to see me this way causing me to get a little shy

“Don’t get shy on me pretty girl” he said giving me a smile

Matt had started to kiss my neck, and slowly went down to my breast. Massaging both breasts before taking one into his mouth.

“Oh Matt” I said in a whisper as my eyes fluttered shut

He then went down to the valley of my breast, and started to kiss leaving sloppy kisses on my stomach. I was aching for his touch.

“Can I take your pants off?” He asked, and I nodded

He started to take my pants off as I lifted up a little for him to get them fully off.

He looked at me with a small smile before sliding his jeans off as well. Tossing them somewhere behind him.

Matt came down to lay next to me kissing my cheek.

“Okay baby. I have to stretch you out” he said. I turned my head towards him and nodded

Slowly he trailed his hand down to my underwear. Slightly dipping his hand in to massage my pelvic area before completely sticking his hand down to my aching cunt

“Can you open your legs a bit more?” He asked, looking up at me. I nodded and opened my legs more

“Good girl” he said, kissing me, and then he slid his hand all the way down coating his fingers in my arousal before bringing them back up to massage my clit

I just gasped and opened my mouth as I looked down at Matt’s hand. My own hands fistinf the sheets beneath me.

“Feeling okay?” He asked

“I feel so good Matt” I told him licking my now dry lips

“Has anyone ever done this to you?” He asked in a whisper his blue eyes piercing into the side of my face as I continued to stare down at his hand in my panties

“No….only myself” I said in a gasp licking my lips again

Math started to rub my clit in circular motions. Allowing me to squirm and moan at this foreign feeling.

“Okay baby this may hurt” he said before sinking his middle finger into my entrance.

This was a burning stretch I’ve never felt before, causing my eyes to shut and my brows to furrow

“Ow Matt” I said finally opening my eyes

“Too much? I can stop” he said reading my face

“No no keep going” I told him, and so he did. He slowly started to rock his fingers in and out curving them up to hit my G spot

“Oh fuck” I moaned out

“That feels so fucking good” I said as he started to rub my clit with his thumb

All that could be heard was the wet sounds of my cunt taking his finger and my moans and heaving breathing.

“Oh Matt….I've never felt something like this” I told him as my mouth fell open

“Does it feel good?” He asked

“So fucking good” I said whispering the last part

“Alright my love, I think you’re all stretched out for me” he said removing his fingers from me

“Okay” I let out in a careless whisper

Matt removed his boxers allowing his cock to spring up. My eyes immediately lit up. God he was hung, and I was burning with desire

“This will hurt, so I’m going to go slow, and if it’s too much I’ll stop” he said

“Okay baby” I whispered to him

Matt had both arms on either side of my head and was looking into my eyes

“Ready?” He asked one more time

“Yes Matt I’m ready” I told him

Matt lined himself up with my entrance and slowly slid in. My mouth dropped as my eyes screwed shut. I thought his finger was painful….this was hurting like hell

“Fuck Matt that hurts” I said gripping his left arm with my right hand

“Want me to stop?” He asked

“No keep going…..just slower” I told him

He slowly started to insert himself into me further. He soon bottomed out, and the feeling of his dick inside me made my stomach churn. He was made for me.

“So perfect,” he said, moving my hair out of my face. Matt was allowing me to relax around him and get used to the stretch before moving.

“You can move” I told him, and so he did.

Slowly he rocked his hips back and forth allowing the burning stretch to subside.

He was letting out little moans and grunts that were making me so wet.

“Fuck Matt you sound so hot” I moaned out gripping the back of his head

Slowly Matt started to pick up his pace. Sliding in and out of me in such a delicious way

“Fuck Matt you can go a little faster” I told him

Matt started to thrust into me a little faster and I was completely losing my mind. Never in my life did I think sex with a man would feel this good, but Matt wasn’t just any man; so it made sense

“Matt this feels so good” I said moaning out as my toes curled

“You feel so fucking good around me” he said moaning the last part

Matt leaned down more allowing our chests to touch. This intimate action made my walls clench around him. I never wanted this moment to end.

Matt continued to thrust into me, becoming a sweaty and groaning mess above me. Pulling him down more to leave kisses on his neck as he groaned into my ear.

He slowly snaked his hand down to my clit, and began to rub. My body convulsing against him

“OH MY GOD” I moaned out at the intense sensation I was feeling

“You okay doll?” He asked looking at me

“FUCK YES keep going. Fuck Matt I think I’m going to cum” I told him as I started to clench on his cock causing him to moan

Matt was fucking into me at a good pace, his thumb rubbing my clit harder as he chased his own orgasm.

“Matt Matt Matt” I said scratching his back and clenching down on him harder

“Come on baby! You got this” he said rubbing his thumb faster

“I’m going to cum. Fuck fuck fuck” I said shutting my eyes and throwing my head back even more

“Come on. Come on give it to me” he said into my ear

“FUCKKKKK MATTT” I screamed out as I started to convulse and tremble. My orgasm completely washing over me. My vision clouded with flashes of colors, my hearing fading in and out, my thighs shaking as my back lifted off the bed.

I locked eyes with Matt as I came down from my high, my brows furrowed and my mouth hung open.

Matt pulled out of me and he started to pump his cock. Rolling his neck as he let out little moans and pants

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” he said kissing my lips

He pulled away and his lower abdomen started to contract as his mouth fell and his brows furrowed. He looked into my eyes as he came all over his hand and my lower stomach. Slowly coming down from his high and rolling onto his back next to me

“Matt that was amazing” I said looking over at him

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself pretty girl” he said looking over at me

“You were so gentle with me I appreciate it, and you allowed me to feel pleasure” I said rolling over to my side and kissing him on the cheek

“I’m all about giving. Plus watching you cum on my cock will forever be engraved in my mind. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” he said biting his lip

“Thank you Matt” I said laying a kiss on his lips

Matt ran a bubble bath for us, and we sat in the warm water washing each other as we laughed and talked about the events that had just taken place.

Who would’ve thought Matt and I were meant for each other.

I was his Inamorata.

The End

Alrightttt I’ve been MIA FOR DAYSSSS, and I’m sorry I just had no motivation. However I hope you enjoyed this story and especially hope the person who requested it enjoyed it! 🤭 LOVE YOU GUYSSS🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #matt sturniolo x reader smut #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo x reader smut #matthew sturniolo smut #smut

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ran over here as soon as i could!

Imagine Tan with his baby girl (4 years) and shes playing with his hair, putting clips and bows and ties in his hair or making tiny braids? Mum an Lem are trying not to laugh out loud when they see them, Lem asks his niece if she wants make-up which she finds a such a great idea! Mum has to stop Lemon. Tan trying his best not to upset his baby girl. And so on and so forth...

Have fun with it🍊❤️🫶🏻

this is the cutest!!! I forever love dad tan!! and with all dad tan stuff, mandy is his daughter (it’s like mandarin, another baby orange) thank you for requesting, hope you like it 💌

BOWS AND BRAIDS.

dad tangerine x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 532

Lemon and Tangerine often acted like they were twelve - the everlasting phase of wanting to annoy each other, joining them into adulthood. They were the others' biggest windup, and now Lemon was having the fun poking at Tan, knowing there was nothing he could do to retaliate. 

Uncle Lem had popped by to see you all - to spend time with his family during the week off. All gathered in the living room: you on the sofa beside Lemon, Mandy, your daughter, sitting on the coffee table with Tangerine cross-legged on the floor facing her. 

Mandy had her tiny hands in Tan's hair, placing accessories and ties in his curls - cutesy pink and purple clips attached in clumps around the front of his face, messily placed bows at the back of his head and knotted half-braids starting midway through his hair. It was admirable, really.

"Don't daddy look pretty," Lemon teases, crouching beside the coffee table to get closer to Mandy. "He'd make a pretty girl, won't he?"

"No," she shakes her head, shoving her finger into Tan's moustache. "He has a hairy face."

You resist the temptation to laugh, instead leaning closer, resting your elbow on your knee to cover your mouth. 

Lemon snickers before continuing, watching the displeased expression grow on his brother's face. "That's right. You should shave it off, Mands. Make him all pretty looking."

Your eyes widen. "No, no, absolutely not. We're not doing that."

"Boo, mummy. Mandy boo her," Lemon eggs your daughter on, lovingly brushing over her face.

"Why can't we shave him, mama?" Mandy asks, turning around to look at you, her face sweet and innocent. 

"It makes him look pretty. You know how it doesn't make him a pretty girl? Well, it's the same thing. He's not a pretty boy without it," you tease, looking over at Tan. Your words are harsh, but nothing like the soft, loving expression on your face. 

"Do I not get a say?" Tangerine adds, looking between you all with lightly furrowed brows. 

"No. You're a mannequin. Mannequins can't talk," Lemon pipes in, immediately dismissing his twin. "How about some make-up instead, Mand? That'll make him pretty."

"Yeah," she smiles, her grin wide and genuine. "Mama has some," she adds, climbing off the coffee table. 

"What a great idea," Lemon encourages, standing up to follow after his niece.

You look over to Tan, noticing the 'help me' face he is giving you - silently asking you to stop it.

"I think daddy's had enough for now, no? He looks so pretty, and you did such a good job," you pick your daughter up, placing her on your lap - kissing her cheek. 

"Mands," Tangerine calls, dragging out her name. "I just had the best idea," he looks between you and Lem knowingly, a small smile forming. "We should give Uncle Lem a makeover, too. Wouldn't that be fun?" 

She gasps, her face lit up in excitement, grinning as she climbs off your lap. Tangerine stands, following his daughter. 

"I'll help you, poppet. We'll get all your mum's make-up, yeah?" he chuckles, hitting his brother on the way out. "He's gonna look so pretty when we're done."

#j23r23 #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine fluff #dad tangerine

[pacienties]

Kinda a bit crazy so ignore if it’s like too dark but yandere txt who are lowkey kinda hopeless romantics who try to do big romantic gestures for u but in their own twisted way like carving your name into their chest or bringing you a rotten body part of some girl that bullied you that they got rid of.

— emo yandere txt who are hopeless romantics!

warnings <3: !yandere txt, !death, !crybaby reader who can’t stand up for herself ): ,, !dark content such as skin craving and bringing you body parts as gifts :3 ,, fluff!! ,, comforting txt! <3 ,, cutesy reader who gets bullied to her childishness, ddlg themes if squint, characters are in college! ,, reader struggles with anxiety

a/n <3: don’t worry this isn’t too crazy fr! i just need need to be quick with my requests 😔

you weren’t ashamed to admit to your childish ways of life; from the cute ruffles socks you wear everyday to school to the plushies you collected and neatly placed around your room

but of course out of all your teddy bears your boyfriend was always your favorite one and him being jealous even of stuffed animals he was the only one you were allowed to cuddle with at night ):

you didn’t mind your boyfriend being so jealous and possessive enjoying the attention and love the older emo boy never failed to give you everyday

you enjoyed your boyfriend always spending his money on your hyperfixations, buying you so many of your favorite plushies, dolls and of course the sanrio purse keychains you loved so much ):

but that didn’t stop there; your boyfriend also always got you flowers each morning along with a love letter sprayed with your favorite candy scented perfume telling you how much they loved you <3

it was really sweet; being loved by your boyfriend was always sweet and innocent you never questioned him. you felt so loved and reassured the emo boy really was your safe place

all was fine and happy until one day a girl from your english class started picking on you; saying the clothes you wore made you look dumb and immature and it made you look trashy apparently

you tried your best to ignore the rude comments; but it was getting out of hand it started from picking on your outfits to your appearance. making fun of your hair and your smile and how you only reached under 5’4 it was beginning to really bug you

you weren’t really known for standing up for yourself during these types of situations; you had really bad social anxiety and you hated conflict

“hey baby how was school?” your boyfriend opens the door to your shared apartment immediately getting on his knees to untie your shoes helping you take them off

“not so good..” you’d frown quietly replying back as your boyfriend stands back up on his feet with a worried look look his face

“not good? what happened? did you get a bad exam result back? you’re tired from classes baby?” he gently held your face with his large hands

you shook your head no, fighting back tears as your boyfriend sighs more worried than before leading you two to sit down on the couch

“okay baby if that’s not it then what’s the matter?” he placed you on his lap tilting his head to get a better look at the sadden expression on your face

you’d sniffle cursing at yourself for crying at something you thought was so stupid; “t-this girl in my english class daddy she was so so so so mean and” you’d hiccup as you begin to sob making your boyfriend cut you off to help calm you down

“shhh deep breathes baby okay?” he placed his large hand on your chest helping you regulate your breathing rubbing circles on your back to stop your crying

your boyfriend was furious seeing you cry because a girl in your class was bullying you but he knew if he acted on his emotions he’d only scare you and he didn’t want you to cry more

“now go on?” he whispered when you seemingly calmed down leaning into his touch

“and she said i was childish for how i dress and she said i was so awful looking it was just so mean” you’d sniffle in your boyfriends shoulder

the emo boy pitied you, “im so sorry baby that girl was obviously just jealous of you, i mean come on you’re pretty and top of your classes she’s probably just insecure over that” your boyfriend tries to comfort you

you’d wipe your eyes, “you really think so?”

your boyfriend nods, “tell you what baby how about you stay home from school tomorrow while daddy takes care of the girl that was giving you a hard time today by talking to your english professor how does that sound?”

you’d yawn the crying tiring you out, “sounds good”

“tired baby?” your boyfriend laughs finding you cute

you’d nod again sighing in relief as your boyfriend scoops you up in his big arms carrying you to sleep more comfortably in your bedroom <3

the next day came and your boyfriend his everyday routine; leaving a love letter with your favorite flowers before leaving you alone to sleep in ): it was five am anyway

you didn’t know about this but your boyfriend knew exactly who you were talking about when you began to describe who was bullying you

the girl who has been harassing you was one of his few late ex girlfriends not surprising your boyfriend but at least he knew exactly where her house was

your boyfriend really wasn’t much of a talker and he hated waiting to do things so he impulsive just does things but that’s okay because you never really found out anyway <3

the emo boy was trembling realizing what he had just done; dismembering the girl who had been bullying you really? what was he thinking

he managed to get rid of the body though but before that he decided to keep an already rotten body part the tongue of his newly victim; smiling like a mad man as he locked it away in a mason jar he had found in your bully’s kitchen

but knowing how you were and what you liked; your boyfriend ripped some flowers from the ground in his ex’s garden shoving it neatly in the mason jar before topping it with a pink ribbon bow feeling himself get all warm and fizzy inside imagining how much you’d like his little gift ):

“i have a surprise for you” your boyfriend tells you between breathy kisses smiling as you squirm in his lap

you slightly back up tilting you head curious; “what is it?”

“okay well it’s actually two surprises” the emo boy grins making you more excited

“close your eyes baby” your boyfriend tells you and you nod listening

your boyfriend pulls the hidden mason jar from below the couch you both were making out in; before telling you to open your eyes again

“do you like it?” your boyfriend asked you as you carefully studied the mason jar in your hands

you blinked too stunned to say anything; before your boyfriend slips off his shirt giggling as he begins to speak again

“do you like this too?” your boyfriend points to his chest and your eyes widen in horror seeing your name carved into his chest

“uh huh..” your sweet voice trembles as you try not to cry at how scared you were

the emo boy smiles before leaning over to hug you to which you hugged him back eyeing the rotting tongue trying not to scream right then and there

a/n <3: i see madison beer in two days.. wow

#angelina’s garden ♡! #coquette #emo x coquette #txt x reader #emo boyfriend #txt #txt x y/n #txt headcanons #txt reactions #txt imagines #yandere txt

[sapphickz]

minsoul + danceracha

lee minho + lee minseo 𖤐 hoseo

aka: min siblings, minmin, biglittlemin, 민남여 (minnamyeo)

it goes without saying that all of the members collectively feel like an older brother to babyseo, however this one just so happens to actually be her brother (°▽°)

hoseo are basically the same person copied and pasted but the bigger one is cuter and the smaller one is scarier. it’s all backwards.

as siblings minho and minseo obviously bicker over trivial things as well as getting along extremely well but they tend to divert typical expectations with their undying outward support of one another. you will never catch these two bad-mouthing the other even as a joke.

don’t get them wrong, minseo will always be the very first to laugh at minho’s mistakes, but she is also the very first to compliment his bare face in the mornings. “the fairest of all the land has finally risen! would you like to make something yummy for breakfast?”

and as seo’s older bro/role model, minho takes great care in always making sure miso is happy and comfortable in every situation. he’s a bit of a helicopter mom in that sense.

minseo fully uses this trait to her advantage by this point. it’s usually just forcing him to make her a gourmet meal but she could ask him for a star from the sky, and he’d do it! after rolling his eyes of course.

nightmare (blunt rotation) duo. often gang up on the other members together simply for the fun of it.

also the only members to be able to tease the other and survive.

hwang hyunjin + lee minseo 𖤐 hyunseo

aka: jinmin, tom&jerry, the dramatic and the drama

100% transparency, at first these two had no idea how to talk to each other. it was very awkward, like two kids forcibly paired on a project together, and there were a lot of contributing factors to this fact.

firstly, at the time they met hyunjin thought she was the same age as him, which lead to his very stiff way of communicating at first. this in turn made minseo (2 years younger) totally off-put with the arms length she found herself at.

fortunately miso would later grit her teeth and bare the embarrassment to act a bit more sweet and cutesy toward hyunjin in order to warm him up, and that he did. after finding out she was actually not a scary girl his age but instead the real-life blueprint for kuromi there was nothing she could do to keep him away.

hyunjin has since grown to be the thorn in her side and truly lives for the thrill of disturbing her peace despite the threats hurled his way in retaliation. they never turn out to be true, anyway, minseo finds his antics too amusing.

as for miso’s torments, hyunjin is the only member she feels actually comfortable teasingly jokingly down to, like she knows she can call him a dongsaeng and live to tell the tale. one of her favorites is the simple “hyunjin-ah.”

and maybe it’s a pisces thing but hyune is the only member seo can’t help but simp for. she tries to hide the soft spot in her ‘cold, cold heart’ for him but the occasional “cute” will slip and the facade is destroyed.

since moving dorms minseo often calls hyunjin just to ask what he’s doing and say she misses him before hanging up.

and of course prince hwang always follows up these calls by inviting her to paint or go shopping the next day.

lee felix + lee minseo 𖤐 seolix

aka: lee kids, melody & kuromi, haedal (sunmoon)

the true gamer boys of the group; seolix. whatever you do, just don’t ask them about how long they played genshin last night.

with dangerous duality and voices that don’t match their appearance, felix and minseo are the sun and moon duo of stray kids, combining their opposition to illuminate the beauty in contrast.

^^ or you could just say that they’re the golden retriever/black cat combo of the group if you’re not into whimsy ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

felix is one of the members that minseo just can’t help but smile around even when he’s not really doing anything. just his presence alone is truly like happy vitamins.

and even though miso is typically seen as intimidating first and foremost, felix finds even the scary-looking minseo cute, especially when her gummy smile makes an appearance.

there’s also somewhat of a ‘monkey see monkey do’ phenomenon that occurs between these two. felix can’t do one (1) silly thing without minseo wanting to try it out.

on the other hand, felix is always trying to imitate miso’s cool and nonchalant demeanor, often repeating things she’s said or mirroring her ‘swag’ mannerisms (his words not mine.)

they’ve also arranged the agreement that felix will bake any treat she wishes as long as she gives him company for the time being. thankfully minseo is always willing to sit in a comfortable spot and laugh as long as she doesn’t have to participate in the cooking.

nowadays since they live in the same dorm seolix often go live together for a mukbang/secret excuse to talk about the newest game they’ve played together. babyseo stay eating well ✊🏻

#𖤐 minsoul #stray kids added member #stray kids addition #stray kids oc #stray kids 9th member #skz oc #kpop oc #kpop added member #kpop addition #fictional idol community

[yanderecrazysie]

Entrance (Yandere Fan! Tsukishima)

Requested on my Quotev.

When I say that I love Yandere Fan x Famous Reader stories, I am absolutely not joking- I just freaking LOVE these stories!!! The most likely victim of a yandere would be someone in the public eye because these people are already put on pedestals and treated like gods. I’m so excited to write this asdfgfhfgsdfsad sorry for how late this is, but finally got inspiration AHH!

If you doubt me, go to a boyband concert and look around at some of the girls in the crowd and THEN tell me that not a single one of them would consider murder for their favorite band member.

Also, the way Tsukishima finds Reader’s location is based on a true story of how a psycho fan found and stalked a Japanese Pop Star named Hibiki Sato.

Title: Entrance

Pairings: Tsukishima x Popstar Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Swearing, Slight incel vibes, not Tsukki stealing you from Yams lmao

Summary: You’re different from your bandmates- from every other idol somehow. At least, you are to your biggest, most obsessed fanboy.

entrance

/verb/

fill (someone) with wonder and delight, holding their entire attention

“Tsukki!”

The blond male sitting at his laptop paused in his typing and sent an annoyed glance to his bedroom door, which had been suddenly flung open by his closest friend.

“Shut up, Yamaguchi. Did you forget how to knock?” Tsukishima’s snide comment didn’t do anything to put a damper on his friend’s grin- if anything, the freckle-faced boy beamed even brighter.

The scowling man didn’t bother to ask his companion why he was so happy- he knew he’d find out in a moment. Sure enough, Yamaguchi eagerly brandished a shiny square case, practically shoving it towards him in excitement.

Tsukishima adjusted his glasses and studied the object- a CD case depicting a J-Pop girls’ group. The three girls were attractive in a somewhat-cutesy way. They stood close together, pearly-white grins across their faces as they held up peace signs, each of them clad in a different, glittery, pastel-colored dress with matching ribbons weaved into their long hair. The background was a faded pinkish color and covered in different illustrations of candies and sweets. A bold, bright, and cutely scribbled font above the idols’ heads declared what Tsukishima assumed was either the group’s or the album’s name: Candy Cloud.

“What the hell is this?”

Yamaguchi’s face flushed in embarrassment as his eyes darted away, his smile fading into a wistful expression. Tsukishima felt a twinge of regret for putting a damper on his friend’s spirit but… seriously? What was he thinking, acting so excited over some stuck-up celebrities?

They were all the same. Soaking up the fame and praise like narcissistic sponges when all they cared about was the money and attention their admirers gave them. The personas they showed off to the public were all for show, puppeteered by some publicist who knew what their audience wanted to see and hear.

Female celebrities were the worst- always so desperate to stay basking in the limelight that they would sell their soul to the devil if it meant that no one would forget about them. They’d pump themselves full of Botox and silicone, sleep with the most popular celebrities, and pull asinine stunts if they ever felt like the public wasn’t keeping their eyes on them.

The smiles and laughs they forced in interviews made Tsukishima sick to his stomach. So painfully fake. It was fascinating to see how bad singers were with words and how bad actors were at acting when it came to donning the masks their fans wanted to see.

He’d heard enough stories about these “sweethearts” and “oh-so-genuine” celebrities acting like disgusting monsters the moment they thought no one important was watching. Infuriating divas that verbally abuse their staff, condescending assholes that believe they’re better than everyone else, backstabbing bitches that no one likes but will never say so…

And what do their fans do when this news comes out? Even when faced with undeniable facts, they’ll defend their idol to the death, becoming utter hypocrites and making fools out of themselves. Simping for girls who would probably never know they existed and wouldn’t care about them if they did.

It didn’t matter to Tsukishima what these girls Yamaguchi was fanboying over pretended to be- he had no doubts that they went back to being self-absorbed bitches the moment the camera stopped filming.

Why would Yamaguchi invest any amount of time and effort into girls that would never know of his existence nor appreciate any support he gave them? Why couldn’t he just focus on a girl in one of their university classes or something? Tsukishima could stomach his friend gushing over just about anyone, as long as they weren’t famous.

The friend in question was looking at Tsukishima sadly, disappointed in the response he was receiving as it dampened the positive mood he’d been in, “Sorry, Tsukki, I just… thought you’d like one of them. All three of them are really cool and one’s your type.”

Tsukishima snapped back immediately, “And I’m supposed to believe she’d want to date me or something? They’re just braindead celebrities.”

Yamaguchi wilted and nodded reluctantly, muttering another apology. He stood there awkwardly as Tsukishima resumed tapping away at his keyboard and finally let out a meek excuse to leave.

“Goodbye,” said Tsukishima, not at all sad to see him go. Yamaguchi returned the parting word softly and scurried off, likely to listen to his CD at home.

As the night dragged on, a nagging feeling tugged at Tsukishima’s mind, distracting him from his essay. Why does Yamaguchi think I’d like one of them? Which one of those three girls did he think I’d even like?

Before long, the boy found himself typing “Candy Cloud” into the search bar and scanning the results. Sure enough, Candy Cloud turned out to be the group’s album name, their actual group being a mashup of parts of the members’ names. The first girl wasn’t his type, nor was the one in the middle, but the last girl, (Y/n), was just his type.

She wasn’t like the other celebrities he’d watched interviews of- she was entirely herself without a hint of deception. She giggled over the awkward moments but never lied, only ever saying “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you that!” when asked a confidential question.

Her interests and values aligned with Tsukishima’s, to the point that he began to imagine that they agreed on everything. And, as one night turns to one day, turns to a week, to a month, and so on, he begins to delude himself into believing that you know who he is and already feel the way he’s beginning to feel.

Tsukishima no longer lets Yamaguchi come over.

He’s embarrassed, to a point, by how much you have taken over his living space. Your posters and pictures line his walls, your solos play on repeat, and he has every piece of merch, official or not.

Tsukishima studies the latest selfie you’d posted to your personal social media account. He grins. The name of the train station you’re at reflects in the iris and pupil of your big, beautiful eyes. It’s nearby. No more than a 15 minute drive and you’d mentioned “walking home” in the text portion of your post.

Soon enough, he’d be adding the best possible addition to his extensive collection.

You.

#yandere #yandere Tsukishima #Tsukishima Kei #yandere x reader #haikyuu!! #yandere haikyuu #yandere one shot #one shot

[blinkpen]

I hope I'm using the ask feature correctly because I've never used it before but!!! I've been racking my brain for the names of some characters of yours who were like... Little entertainer gremlins that fed off the negative energy of all the parents forced to slog through their shows?

You're thinking of The Snuggywuffles!

Here's them and a little bit about each of them under the cut, though there's not too much to them; they really only exist when I need something to drop in and Annoy people in a no-stakes B plot

Weadership the leader, obviously; their onstage and offstage behaviors are surprisingly consistent, being just as affable, serene and willing to offer guidance to their subordinates as they are to offer lessons and stories to the children they entertain. the one who is least likely to go out of their way to be annoying on purpose, and as such, is able to have sincere conversations with the parents of attendees, but is also the one most prone to lock their uncomfortably vacuous eyes with yours and say some cryptic ominous-ass shit to you for no damn reason.

Wadybug was planned to be "The Girl One(TM)!" before marketing suggested at least one more, to which Wollipop voluntered; to note, however, is that Wadybug is the only snuggywuffle who actively requests others maintain she/her pronouns after being introduced to them even in settings where they're all in their horrible True Forms again (the other snuggywuffles are entirely indifferent on theirs but respect her wishes); she basically went "what's that, mortal? oooh, a gender you say? sounds delightful, don't mind if i do! hmmm i like this 'girl' concept of which you speak" when the CLoA are in her line of sight, she leans into this and acts the most obnoxiously cutesy wutesy lovey dovey syrupy sweet to make them cringe

Wimburger very quiet when performing, almost never chimes in verbally; the 'silent bob' of the group during shows, acting as both drummer during music and the **provider of rimshots for Wimshot's comedy. offstage, Wimburger talks much more, and provides rimshots for his own jokes, but if there are no kids around, his dialogue is frequently so profane all that comes out is long streams of uninterrupted censor bleeps that the audience cannot parse for the life of them. is otherwise mellow, even offstage, never taking initiative to provoke the CLoA, but will swiftly Yes And the others' antics once they begin

**this dynamic is intentionally confusing and causes parents to have to buy more toys after misunderstanding their children about who they wanted

Wimshot the clown, the jokester, the prankster, the goofball, of course! does goofy voices and is not above potty humor; parents find him profoundly obnoxious, but what can you do, the kids love it! the G-rated 'jay' to Wimburger's 'silent bob' and a zany scheme of his is often the inciting incident to kick off a show or establish its theme. unsurprisingly, is often the first to start trying to grate the CLoA's patience. his quips become less kid comedy focused when off the clock, but unlike Wimburger, it's dry snark of topics kids simply wouldn't know to find funny, like boasting about one's tax evasion

Wollipop to parents, she is the biggest shill for merch, to kids, she's the spunky one who, with her power to be just ever so slightly rude and selfish, sometimes instigates the closest thing there ever is to interpersonal conflict in Snuggywuffle shows (when it's not one of Wimshot's pranks). she shines more when not performing, as this dial cranks up to being the most openly rude and antagonistic of the bunch. she will latch onto any pet peeve she finds, hoping situations will escalate to violence, motivated by a lack of satisfaction with the "diet suffering" of simply being annoying, and wants an excuse. sometimes, Weadership lets her have one. a little violence. as a treat.

#mog art #ask x #the snuggywuffles #these damn sugar coated gremlins #wollipop is DEFINITELY going like 'uhuh. uhuh. yeah. yeah. definitely. murk him. uhuh. byeee!'

[imagine-knb]

hi! can i please have gom + himuro having a crush on a cute girl who works at a stationary shop? thank you so much & have a great day!

Kuroko: He already spent a lot of time in the local bookstore, but the day they opened a small stationary shop right next door, he found himself suddenly spending every free time off in that shop. He didn't even know the first thing about stationary, preferring to read the words on a page rather than write them himself, but Kuroko couldn't deny the allure he felt every time the shop attendant walked up to him with her sweet smile and asked, "Did you need any help today?"

He'd always smile back and reply, "Yes, actually," wanting to take up any time she would offer.

Kise: He was so grateful that there was a little coffee shop nearby the stationary store, as he sat directly in line of the woman behind the counter after making his purchase of cutesy papers and gel pens. Kise spent the better half of an hour scrawling things down on the paper he'd just bought and, when his masterpiece was complete, he waltzed right back into the store and found her right away.

"Excuse me, I want to return these items," he stated, though the smile on his face said he wasn't at all perturbed. When he handed her the paper, she noted a messy drawing, his name and a phone number. "I think someone's already written on this, so I wanted to give it back to you."

Aomine: He had walked into the stationary shop on a whim one day, wanting to get away from Momoi during their shared shopping trip. He'd only wanted to head inside for a minute, perusing the shelves with no intent on actually purchasing anything, just so he could get a minute away from his pink haired friend. But then the attendant walked around the corner, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and Aomine felt his heart skip several beats.

"Yeah, I could use some help," he told her when she asked if he'd needed assistance. "Maybe you can help me find a pen so I can write your number down."

Midorima: "Ink. For stamps." He had come into the store with a plan, but the stiffness of his voice had instantly thrown any chance of acting smooth out the window.

Still, the girl behind the counter was kind enough to help him, leading him to an aisle that held more colored ink pads and rubber stamps than he could ever imagine existing. Midorima asked if she would show him a few of her favorites, hoping he could choke out enough words to keep her there long enough for him to convey his true intentions; getting to know her more.

Murasakibara: There were a lot of things in the stationary shop for Murasakibara to look at, though none of them seemed the least bit interesting. If it weren't for the fact he wanted to see the girl who worked at the counter, he was sure he wouldn't have even thought to set foot in the little store. As it was, however, she seemed to think he had an affinity for stickers, as it was always the aisle she found him in the most when he wanted to be in her proximity.

"I could help you pick out a few nice ones," she offered, to which he would always say yes. His bag was full of more stickers than he would ever need at this point.

Himuro: He'd been frequenting the shopping district more often than usual with the hopes of seeing the girl who worked at the stationary shop. Sometimes he would catch her during her lunch hour off, always offering to join her on her limited time for a break. Usually, he caught her while she was in the middle of her shift, always ensuring to bring a snack along with him.

"I hope you like mocha," he told her, stepping into the shop and finding her already smiling at him at the corner. As he handed her the small cup of coffee, he relished in the fleeting moments where they hands met.

Akashi: He watched as she intricately packed away all of the items he'd decided to purchase that day, her smaller hands folding his parchment in two toned tissue paper. She did the same for the pens and pencils he bought, crinkling the wrapping around them before delicately placing them into his bag. While she did this, Akashi looked over the receipt she had handed him and scrawled down his signature for the use of his card.

"I hope to see you again the next time I'm in here," he told her, sliding the receipt back in her direction. He'd written his number down as well. "Maybe even sooner than that."

#akashi #aomine #midorima #kise #kuroko #murasakibara #gom #himuro

[darkestprompts]

Would love to hear your take on things each hero secretly (or not) likes!

Here's a mixed bag of silly and serious secrets :)

Abomination: has a bit of a Victor Frankenstein thing going on where he's fascinated by frankly outdated models of science that are more speculative philosophy and esotericism than anything. He's afraid Paracelsus or Alhazred will find out and make fun of his planetary correspondence charts.

Antiquarian: in her longest journey yet, she saw fireworks. The ephemeral beauty, impossible to capture and preserve, made her more than a little emotional.

Arbalest: plushies, cutesy things, bunnies. Thinks others won't take her seriously as a medic and sniper if she enjoys soft "childlike" stuff.

Bounty Hunter: big sweet tooth. Likes funny plays and skits. Terrified Sarmenti will find out he actually finds his jokes funny.

Crusader: doesn't hide that he loves animals, but is a little embarrassed of how silly he gets around cubs, pups and kits of all kinds. You've never heard his voice go so high.

Flagellant: of all of life's pleasures, he finds it hardest to resist a long hot bath. The feeling of cleanliness scratches a particular itch on his brain... And it was very hard to keep good hygiene when he lived on the streets.

Grave Robber: cheap, greasy festival food. Very unrefined, but she can't help what tastes good. On top of that, it always makes a mess of her lipstick!

Highwayman: canonically, poetry. Has been engrossed in more than one cringe romance novel too.

Hellion: the Church of Light got everything wrong... except for organ music. She loves the loud imposing sound, the deep reverberations, the dramatic highs and lows. She wishes she could play it, at least for fun.

Houndmaster: embroidery. His ma taught him to keep him still when he was a lad, now he finds it relaxing. His old colleagues would never let him live it down. Audrey thinks it's rather lovely.

Jester: likes collecting things but doesn't indulge because of how easy it is to lose it or have it taken away. If he had a safe place to store it he would collect coins, novelty dice (NOT for cheating, Dismas!!), masks and the like.

Leper: it isn't necessarily something he loves, but back in the day he made a point to once in a while try "commoner activities" like cooking, cleaning and gardening (he wanted to relate to his subjects). He was, more often than not, terrible at them.

Man-at-arms: used to be the best quadrille dancer in the army. Really misses dancing but thinks he'll look like an old fool and that he's probably lost the skill anyway.

Musketeer: ever since the saw the Thing beyond the veil, she tried to draw and paint it many times, even though she wasn't artistically inclined before. They never look quite right, but she can't bring herself to throw her attempts away.

Occultist: usually sneers at rural nature cults, but one time he participated in one of those rituals where everybody's got their breeches off under the moon and he had to admit it was pretty fun. There was great food and drink afterwards too. Look, the academy is very stressful, okay??

Plague Doctor: owns a rosary of wooden beads. It's just the right weight and texture for her to play with when her thoughts are idle. When Junia catches a glimpse of it she's excited. "Oh, so you ARE a believer!" "No, fuck off, that's my stim toy."

Runaway: once she found an abandoned place to bunker down and there was this chest full of moth-eaten costumes inside. She played theatre for hours. Envies Sarmenti's ability to act in public without embarassment.

Shieldbreaker: not exactly a secret, but she never expressed to anyone that she has a fascination for automata. The first time she saw one, she was a little girl and a merchant was showing off this tiny mechanical dancer. The image stuck to her mind, a perfectly crafted body, endless moving to one purpose as the crowd watches...

Vestal: we know it. It's the porn. Additionaly, she's more curious about pagan tales and theology than she lets on. Boudica noticed but in a uncharacteristic show of restraint has kept this knowledge to herself.

#darkest dungeon #asks #anon #dd lists #dd ensemble

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hello dear! I hope you're having a great day ✨ I don't know if you're still writting for PKMN ScarVio, but if so, may I request HCs with Eri having a fem!SO who's basically acts as the "Nurse Joy" of Team Star (having mons such as Blissey, Slurpuff, Cleffa etc.), being the one in charge of healing them and making sure their healthy and in good condition, and of course, making sure her 6'1 super strong gf is in good health as well? Tysm in advance ☺💗

Even before Eri joined Team Star, you two were dating.

Despite her rough attitude and aggressiveness towards other students (mainly her bullies), you never stopped loving her.

She was the kindest girl you've ever known, and she was just sick of being pushed around by everyone.

That being said, she did get quite into a few Pokémon fights with her bullies, ending with her team badly hurt since they tended to charge in without a strategy.

Luckily, you were studying medicine and working toward obtaining an internship in being a Pokémon Nurse. So you knew how to heal her companions quick and easy.

Every time you're in the hall or outside reading, you may hear "Mankey, use Cross Chop!" off in the distance and sigh, putting away your book to go help Eri. She pushes the poor little thing too far sometimes.

Eventually, you met her other friends--all of whom were bullied for their own reasons.

You understand their pain, as you were often mocked for having "cutesy" Pokémon and became a major pushover when some jerks demanded you healed their Pokémon before your own.

They were very aggressive towards your own team, too, growling at your Slurpuff and Spritzee if they tried calming them with sweet aromas.

Ironically, Cleffa is a fierce defender of your team and has beaten up the perpetrator(s) with deadly moves via Metronome to show she's not messing around.

When the scandal broke out and Team Star got expelled, you chose to go with Eri...even though it would put your future in jeopardy, leaving the Academy to live on the base with her.

From there on, you've been the "nurse joy" of the group, ensuring all of their Pokémon were feeling their best after battles and training, especially your girlfriend.

Although she's grateful you stuck by her, she still thinks you should've stayed at the Academy and not throw away your dream because of her.

However, Blissey and Primeape begged to differ, as you both see her taking care of him, with the usually angry ape not being so..well..angry at the world for a change.

You're right where you belong, you reassured her.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #team star x reader #team star eri #team star eri x reader #eri x reader #female reader #headcanons

[catchyhuh]

Which of them is the biggest lightweight when it comes to the liquor?

but it is not that SIMPLE my little anony-mouse!! it’s not just about tolerance it’s about STUPIDITY and that’s why we’re going DEEP INTO THE ALCOHOLIC TRENCHES. but before diving in you must understand, all of them could down the kind of shit that would put you ‘n me in the hospital for three days

erm tw like actual alcoholism because i was just joking initially but after typing these out like. yeah. not THAT bad but just to be safe. these guys are a little fucked, aren't they?

lupin:

arguably the most lightweight of them all, partially owed to his scrawny ass build. most of that bulk comes from the shoulderpads yknow. not to say he’s a lightweight IN GENERAL just compared to the rest. However,

motherfucker does NOT know when to tap out. he will drink and drink and drink like a FISH and then when he’s barely awake slumped over in the back of the fiat he’s like noooo i can take more jigen has to restrain every bone in his body from turning around, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt, and plopping him on the side of the road to leave him at the bar overnight. but jigen is much, much stronger than you and i, so he does not

lucky son of a bitch has the EASIEST hangovers too. he’ll drink himself sick the night of, and the next morning, he’s just got a lil headache. he’ll dawdle around with his blanket wrapped around him, but really, if there’s no one to complain to, he’ll make his own damn food, he’ll rehydrate his own damn self. 

will drink almost anything if it tastes good enough-- or actually more like not too bad to him. it would be ridiculously easy to cask of amontillado this bitch. actually it’s amazing to me that zenigata’s never tried th

jigen:

middle of the line tolerance physically, best tolerance mentally. even when he’s tie off, giggling, slumped over the bar level drunk, he knows to back up a bit and get some water. mostly because he knows he’s gonna be the one leading the party back to the hideout, and he doesn’t REALLY want a repeat of the last time they forgot where all their treasure and shit was stashed

so picky about his drinks. SO so picky. even when he’s starting to get a little tipsy he can take one sip and go “there’s not enough vodka in this btw. too sweet.” bartenders fucking hate this. unfortunately, despite his denials, jigen ALSO loves being a menace, and after seeing the bartender click his teeth in annoyance the first time, jigen will start picking apart shit like he’s some kinda wine critic. but if they just go “oops sorry!” and fix it then he tips. a lot. he’ll beat himself up for putting a fifty on the counter in the morning

less of a woohoo lets celebrate drinker and more the casual type. he’s almost never the one who suggests they go out, y’know? in fact, more often than not, jigen is getting wasted at home. he can make his OWN damn drinks if he’s so particular. and besides, when he gets to the point he can’t pour anymore, he knows to stop

like i said, very giggly, downright pleasant drunk. it takes a lot to get him grouchy when he’s past a certain point, but honestly i wouldn’t suggest trying to find that threshold because his aim is still spot on even when he can’t stand up straight. his bloodstream in his hand is completely detached from the rest of him. it’s terrifying. i promise.

fujiko:

better tolerance than lupin lmao, but knows that ACTING more inebriated than you actually ARE gets you more positive attention (also gets people to lower their guard). mostly because you’re not actually falling over yourself and you can just pretend to be the cutesy fun drunk girl that is. not really real, i think. i don’t think anybody really stays that bubbly and adorable after a few pints yknow

in another life fujiko mine, world renowned, genius thief, would be a wine mom. she wouldn’t even have kids, she’d just have like that obnoxious decor and stuff. “i love cooking with wine. sometimes i even put it in the food” type shit. if it was inoffensive enough to the eye and she personally found it funny, even now, she might buy one of those horrid disney parks drinking pun shirts, just because it’s annoying to everyone else. probably uses it as like pajamas or something

fujiko does not even get DRUNK drunk. she just doesn’t really want to go past a point where she isn’t 10000% in control of all of her actions, and even a slight slip of the tongue when she’s trying to get out a sentence is enough for her to put down her drink and just PRETEND to keep sipping over the course of the night. because of this, she’s only really been hungover once, when she was like barely 20, and she is in NO rush to repeat that

wide array of tastes, but still picky about ratios of like, syrup to alcohol, ice to drink type stuff. if it’s good to her, it’s good! probably the only one who’s tried to develop an actual palet for stuff instead of just chugging whatever’s in front of them. of course, not that she hasn’t done that once or twice on occasion too

goemon:

oh you wanna talk picky about drinks. do i even need to say this? do i even need to tell you HOW drunk goemon has to be before he even lets his tongue touch anything besides sake. i have a feeling i don’t. but i will tell you that, yeah, if he’s drunk enough, you can get him to try, and maybe even admit he likes the taste, of another drink. but even then, he’s not ordering one for himself

goemon does not get hungover. the great goemon ishikawa the thirteenth?? descendant of one of the greatest, strongest warriors in history? no. he comes out of his room, calmly passes his slightly to very miserable compatriots sprawled over the couch and arm chairs, he grabs his glass of water, retreats to his room, and. immediately hits the futon burying his face in the pillows because his head hurts SO DAMN BAD and if he had to stand up straight for one more second he’d faint. of course, it takes a LOT to get him to this point, but he’s not untouchable. not yet, anyway

knows his own limits, and usually does a pretty good job keeping them in check, but he also folds into peer pressure REALLY easily if he’s already tipsy. he can go “no, no, i’m done. no more” but lupin goes “are you suuuure,” out comes the mike’s hard lemonade, and he caves. i take back the statement about only sake touching his tongue before he’s like blackout drunk. he will indulge in mike’s. 

also a bit giggly when he’s under the influence, but he has enough awareness to try NOT to be. so you’ll hear the tiniest little laugh, and then when you turn to look at him, he’s already got his arms tucked under his shirt, eyes closed, stoic expression. and then when you turn away again he realizes how this is like that barnyard video lupin showed him once and he didn’t find it that funny at the time but now, NOW of all times, the memory of it is HILARIOUS, and he’ll burst out laughing. but y’know what, it’s good for him, so if he doesn’t remember in the morning, don’t tell him

zenigata:

have you ever seen that photo set of the tiny woman and this huge guy going drinking together, and when the bartender places the ice cream parfait in front of the woman and the giant keg of beer in front of the man, the two of them just stare at it for a moment before switching glasses and happily enjoying their shit? that’s fujiko and zenigata. to me. had to get that outta my system. anyway guy’s tolerance is shit,

I MEAN IT’S NOT REALLY, it’s not REALLY bad. it’s actually incredible, the shit he can stomach. but, like lupin, he just. won’t. stop. it’s OKAY nobody’s going to make fun of you for only drinking a THIRD of your bodyweight in one night! it’s not that serious! oh, no, wait, he’s drinking because he got pulled off the case again. ah, see, that’s a whole other problem altogether with you

so. so emotional. i mean we know this we’ve seen it. almost every time he-- i bet i could make another collage if i wanted but i won’t, i won’t make the same visual joke twice. just know almost EVERY time he’s gotten drunk he starts tearing up and sobbing about just whatever. like anything. but it also makes him twice as prone to arguing so it’s just not the BEST. somebody really needs to cut this guy off!

horrific hangovers. again, as we know. i said in the sick hcs that it would take a lot to drag him down, and that’s still true, he pushes through them a lot quicker than most, but that first little hour or two when he’s awake is NIGHTMARISH. he’s nauseous, everything is too bright and loud, he just wants to curl up back under the covers and die. but it’s too hot under there. so he just lies sprawled out under the ceiling fan. but that’s too cold IT’S VERY ROUGH FOR HIM!!

#goemon’s entry is going to sound very strange if nobody has seen the same comic that i have #i think i had it saved to my phone in hs. somehow it became a joke between irls. goemon and his mike’s hard lemonade #lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin #jigen #fujiko #goemon #zenigata #asks

[sillspore]

Could you please infodump some of your mothpool headcanons to us?

they’re so. they’re so i love them (my bad this turned into a mothpool story ramble instead of headcanons)

- leafpaw sees mothpaw once and her lesbian eyes widen like she just saw god

- mothpaw is super anxious and leafpaw makes her feel unjudged and like an equal

- yes i made moth a paw still, i’ll have it so moth was changed to a med app shortly before her warrior ceremony, explaining why she’s an app and hawkfrost is a warrior

-mudfur names her mothwing (after the fake sign hawkfrost planted) before he dies

- anyway back to the gays

-they’re both lesbians, mothwing is a trans girl :) for me bc im trans and i like making characters trans and also for biological kits purposes

- in the lake territories, leafpool has a crisis when she realizes she loves mothwing. they have a little abandoned cave slightly past the territories they’d meet in i think

- mothwing confesses first, not caring for the code (in ripples, meds can have mates just not kits unless they have a replacement while they step down to care for their family) (half-clan relationships are still forbidden until bristlefrost’s law is made, allowing cats to switch clans to be with their mate)

- leafpool gives in and they are mates!!!

- they almost run away. go back to save thunderclan :( just like leafcrow in canon

- shortly after, leafpool realizes she’s pregnant!! luckily, squirrelflight confesses that she is too. they concoct a plan…. leafpool will give her kits to squirrel to raise, and no one can ask where they came from bc of the queen’s rights law in the warrior code

- (leafpool can’t raise her kits herself bc she’s the sole medicine cat, her clan would be left without a healer)

- they openly tell everyone squirrel is expecting to take attention off of leafpool, brambleclaw immediately assumes they’re his — squirrelflight doesn’t refute him. she only sees him as a brother, but if she denied it the only other cat as a possible father would be ashfur, or a rogue. neither of those options are good for others to assume in her opinion

- as canon, squirrel and leaf go off, and luckily they give birth at the same time. squirrelflight gives birth to hollykit and breezekit, and leafpool gives birth to lionkit (name change maybe), jaykit, and dovekit. they do this at the moonpool, and the wailing attracts crowfeather. he and squirrelflight get emotional, muah muah, cutesy, agree to separate, crowfeather takes breezekit for his friend nightcloud to raise with the kits she was currently giving birth to. that’s the reason crow was out, to get her a nice stick.

- they go back to tc after a patrol helps em carry the 4 kits, later on dovekit dies, squirrelflight is devastated :( so is leafpool :(

and brambleclaw ig

- holly, jay and lion are raised as siblings

- after the reveal, i kinda don’t want leafpool to die as i’ve said before so i think she’ll go to riverclan to be with mothwing, but she’ll be there as a warrior

- theyre so sweet :( leafpool picks flowers and puts them in mothwing’s mane

- leafpool headbutts, a trait she shares with squirrelflight

- mothwing curls around her every night to keep her warm. in greenleaf, leafpool often has to kick her away bc the heat is STIFLING

- leafpool brings the thunderclan herb pouch craft to riverclan, which afterwards becomes quite popular

- leafpool takes her swimming lessons from mothwing, and doesn’t do half bad! she ends up enjoying it

- similarly, she enjoys fishing and how calm it is

- whenever she can find willow she weaves it into necklaces and crowns for mothwing. they are all over the medicine den

- mothwing loves her wife so much she uses her healer privileges to get her the best piece of prey

- leafpool acts as mothwing’s guard, which just means leafpool is required to accompany mothwing on most patrols. leafpool is delighted by this.

- they bask on rocks together!!!! leafpool is entranced by the way mothwing glows

- “i don’t know her god, but i’m no stranger to devotion”

- maybe they’ll even have more kits… who knows?

#erin hunter warriors #warrior cats #warriors #warriors rewrite #warriors au #leafpool #mothpool #mothwing #rippling pawsteps

[whenim64]

jonesmith analysis ep 1-15 (part 1)

this is going to be long and silly✌️

nothing gay in episode 1 so im starting with monkee see monkee die

FIRST in the scene where they disguise themselves to hide from the lawyer Mike dresses as an old man and Davy dresses as an old woman = old married couple. hmm lovely sweet old married couple.

NEXT. Davy constantly hiding behind the guys and holding onto them because he is scared. in my humble opinion it is simply cutest when he's grabbing onto Mike. This scene where he's like nooo dont leave me behind Mike and rushes after him. 10/10 adorable.

constant grip on him, WHICH LEADS ME TO THIS

holding onto Mike while going to bed, and Mike's reassuring hand pat to let Davy know everything is okay. Davy was going to hold onto him all night snuggled up on his shoulder.

this is the ep that made me 👀 towards them so if people dont see it even a teeny tiny bit that baffles me.

ep 3 has this lovely little boob touch moment:

I would too Mike. cross dressing Davy is too beautiful to resist

ep 4 they are extremely determined to rip each others clothes off. even when Micky and Peter give up and rip their own clothes off Mike and Davy have a GRIP on each other.

ep 5 cute little tug on Mike's arm, Mike looking around bc Davy is so tiny his eyes glide right over the top of his head.

"Mike! Mike! Are you okay?" *drops him*

EPISODE 6... I love the way Mike stands up to Davy's grandpa in this one and tells him he only wants him back because he's lonely and misses him. idk its so cute, all the guys are looking out for Davy but Mike is the one that confronts his grandpa about it. And then the scene on the deck where they're all crying because Davy is leaving Mike is like nah we're not letting him go so easily.

I am also deeply obsessed with the grip Mike and Micky have on Davy when they pull him over to their side. that little english lad is theirs. also Mike is definitely feeling up his muscles.

also this, which isnt in showverse but i want to include it bc its so cute. Mike just sits there awkwardly... yea

ep 7 😏 rests elbow on shoulder and limps wrist.

Mike pulling a Fred & Daphne with his "lets split up Davy and I will go this way" did you want to spend alone time with him Mike? perhaps you wanted a bit of privacy hmm?

their cowboy gunslinger roleplay scene.

ep 8 sleeping with his head resting in Davy's lap what is cuter than that.

Micky doing one of his silly voice bits and Mike being like hey he's nervous. Then whatever this was where Mike grabbed his face

ep 9 they go through a whole scheme to get this girl that Davy likes to come to their party and then he spends half the party standing by the punch bowl giggling with Mike. Also whatever they're doing here during the song segment. cutesy

ep 10 (the pilot) some serious longing looks from Mike here + lifting Davy up (in his gay little mime outfit no less)

ep 11 theres literally a shootout happening and they are under the table competitively playing tic-tac-toe

ep 12 the framing of this scene... the way Davy shuts the door after he enters. KISS HIM GIRL

ep 13 this scene where hes leaning in for a kiss. yes thats whats happening trust me.

ep 15 too many girls... FIRST of all I think Mike making Davy swear off dating girls is an extremely homosexual act "im gonna hold you to that" okayyy. SECONDLY Micky and Peter both say they're jealous of Davy always getting girls but Mike doesnt... bc hes more jealous of the girls hmm 🤔🏳️‍🌈 also "trapped by his staggering good looks" so you think hes attractive. checkmate.

points at you aggressively

#do you see the vision #this is an open discussion btw!!! #any of the pics i pulled from sunshine factory i sourced in the image description! #will be continued soon ✌️❤️ #jonesmith #davy jones #mike nesmith #64monkees #64post #js analysis