#good luck in class hehehe

[hangmanbradshaw]

I'm drowning in stuff to study and boiling in this awful summer heat and I can say with absolute certainty I want to brainwash you into loving me forever is one of the only three things that are keeping me sane right now.

I know nothing about the NFL, as in I have never watched a game in my life and I don't even know exactly what a quarterback is (I'm too European for this lol), but I am so glad I decided to start reading this au! And that post you reposted about characters not realising they are in love and that someone loves them back because they have no concept of what that feels like? Ahhhhhh, my poor heart; isn't it the perfect summary to this beautiful story!

Omgggggggggg stop this is so sweet. I hope you’ve enjoyed your little dip into the NFL- I’ve tried to make it interesting enough that even if you don’t like American football, it’s enjoyable so I’m glad! This is my self indulgent baby I swear and it makes it so much fun to write. It’s so funny cuz when I started it, I was like ehhh no one’s gonna care and that’s fine so the fact that this is where we’re at now? I’m so thrilled. Truly honored, thank you!

RIGHT! It’s the heart of it- what’s family and what does love look like. Jake is figuring that out and once he does….ooh boy. He’s so stupid oblivious, just has bradley in that friend box, but when he has his OH moment….it’s gonna be like absolute goner. They’re the definition of fell first & fell harder here. Poor Brad Brad in the meantime like how long can he handle this 😬

#thank you so much omg #I hope you enjoy what I have up my sleeve hehehe #always feel free to message me I love it and GOOD LUCK with the heat and classes #asks #nfl fake dating au

[morgana-larkin]

Haii okay here’s my angst request! I love a good regretful jealous Mel hehehe. I was thinking you’re both teachers and she likes u but is like “I’m too cool for pining” so she does the extreme opposite and is kinda standoff-ish or blunt w u at school. When you’re alone she’s a little better but still not super lovey dovey. You “take the hint” and move on, and someone new comes into ur life (can you PLEASE for the LOVE OF GOD name this rando new person joy??). And then one day Mel’s like “let’s be official” And you’re like what? Why? I thought u didn’t like me also I have Joy now. And then Mel’s like wtf and she gets rlly jealous when she sees u w her now and then she tries to sabotage y’all’s blooming relationship. In the end maybe no happy ending pls?? If ur comfortable writing that :)

Hehe I LOVE a good heartbreak. Also I’m obsessed w joy Huerta (hence my username) and have been asking everyone to use it in fics AND PPL DONT ALFJKS. lmao anyways. I hope this is sumn ur comfortable writing!

OMG! you’re really testing me here! If I’m honest, it was hard to write. I rewrote it a few times, it hurt a little, might make a part 2. Honestly if even one person requests a part 2 with a happy ending then I will write one. As always, not edited in the slightest, I hope you like it!

On another note: keep sending prompts for one shots! I decided to write one shots about Chessy from parent trap played by our favourite redhead, Lisa Ann Walter, so you can send prompts for her too!

Green Isn’t Your Colour

Warnings: (where do I start lol) Jealous Mel, upset Mel, a bit of toxic Mel, angst and no comfort, no happy ending , good luck lol

Words: 3.2k

You walk in through the entrance of Abbott Elementary. You’ve been here for a year already and you’re finally feeling like you’re settling in. You’re a third grade teacher, you helped Melissa out as she wouldn’t have another split class again and that made her happy from the day you got there and hearing the news.

You walk into the break room, hot chocolate in hand, you don’t like coffee that much, but nothing could beat a good hot chocolate. You go and sit on an empty table, taking some tests out and start marking them. Melissa looks over at you from her table. She looks at the way you’re flawlessly marking, glasses on and concentrating on what you’re doing.

You glance up as you feel like you’re being watched and see Melissa looking at you, but then she quickly looks away when you notice and you smile. You liked her since you first set eyes on her and it only grew from there. But lately it seems like she’s off and you’re unsure why. She was nice to you when you started but now it’s like she’s the opposite and you don’t know why. You asked everyone else if they could answer why she’s different but no one noticed the change.

You got up and picked up the tests and decided to just carry them to your classroom. You passed by Melissa on the way out. “See you later Melissa.” You told her with a smile. She just nodded her head at you and went back to her phone. You looked at Barb and she just shrugged, not noticing a difference.

During your second period prep you finished marking the tests with a breath of relief. Just then Melissa knocks on your door and you look at her and smile. “Hey Melissa.” You tell her and she just has a neutral face and you drop your smile.

“I found the book you were asking for. The little eagles liked it last year and I’m sure they’ll like it again.” She said and handed you the book.

“Oh perfect, thank you.” You told her and smiled at the book. Melissa looked at you and couldn’t help the small smile forming at your excitement of the book. And you looked up at her to see the small smile on her face. “Hey Melissa, can I ask you something?” You asked and she looked at you confused.

“You can but it doesn’t mean I’ll answer.” Melissa said.

“Um ok. Well I was just wondering why you’re acting differently around me?” You ask and she looks at you with a neutral face again.

“I don’t know what you mean?”

“Well you were nice to me last year but now you’re acting distant and I don’t know why.” You asked her. “Did I do something wrong?” You added and that took her by surprise. She doesn’t want you to think you did anything wrong because you didn’t. Melissa has a crush on you and she doesn’t want to show it or let anyone know, and her acting nicely to you last year definitely raised suspicions, so she went back to how she acts with everyone else.

“You didn’t do anything kid. This is just how I am with people.” She said.

“You’re not like that with Barb.” You said.

“Barb is my best friend, so of course I’m nice to her.”

“What about Janine? Jacob? Gregory? Or when Ava at times? You’re nice to them.” You told her, getting a little frustrated.

“That’s because they’re my friends.” She said and you were taken back by that and it definitely stung. Melissa looks at your expression and knew she shouldn’t have said that. She does think of you as a friend but it just slipped out.

“Oh ok, well glad to know where we stand then, just co workers. Thank you for the book Ms. Schemmenti, I’ll return it tomorrow.” You tell her and go back to your desk. “If that was all then if you don’t mind, I have a lesson plan to do.” You told her and she nodded her head.

“See ya around kid.” She said and left. She knew she fucked up there. She’ll have to start being a bit nicer to you to get back in your good graces.

Back in your classroom you took a big breath. You thought you and Melissa were friends but I guess you were wrong. No wonder she’s always short and blunt with you.

The next day you were at the coffee shop, receiving your hot chocolate like always, turning around to leave and bumped into someone, spilling your hot chocolate all over them and a bit on yourself.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I just wanted to talk to you and didn’t expect you to turn around.” The person said.

“Oh well I feel like I should be apologising, my hot chocolate mostly went on you. Wait, you wanted to talk to me? Why?”

“Because I see you in here everyday and I think you’re pretty.” She said with a blush and you blushed at her compliment.

“Oh uh th-thank you.” You stuttered a bit, not used to compliments.

“Can I buy you another hot chocolate? As an apology?” She said and you looked at her.

“Oh you don’t have too.”

“I want to though. Please, I insist.” She said and you smiled at her. She bought you another hot chocolate and handed it to you with a smile. “And there we go.” She said.

“Thank you.” You told her and saw the time. “Oh I gotta get to work.” You told her.

“Oh that’s alright I understand. I’ll see you again tomorrow?” She asked.

“Ya, I come here, same time every day.” You said with a smile and began to leave but turned around to her. “I never got your name btw.”

“It’s Joy.” She told you.

“I’m y/n.” You tell her and she smiles.

“You have a lovely name, it suits you.” She tells you. You blush and leave the coffee shop. You get to the school and immediately go to your classroom instead of the break room. You put your stuff done and see the book that Melissa gave you yesterday sitting on your desk. You might as well return it now, you got a few minutes before the students get here. You picked up the book and walked to the classroom next to yours and knocked on the open door. Melissa was stapling something and looked up at you and gave you a little smile.

Your heart fluttered a little at the smile and you remembered what she said yesterday. “Hi Ms Schemmenti, I came to return the book.” You told her, and held the book up.

She looked at you and remembered what happened yesterday and sighed. “Thanks y/n” she said and got up and walked over to you to take the book. “Did the little eagles like it?” She asked.

“Ya they did.” You said confused at her using your actual name

“I knew they would. You can borrow it whenever you want.” She told you and you offered her a small smile and nodded your head.

“Thanks Ms Schemmenti, I’ll keep that in mind.” You told her and left. She stared at you as you walked back to your own classroom and did a huge sigh and leaned back against her door.

A month goes by and you run into Joy everyday at the coffee shop. She took it upon herself to order you a hot chocolate and have it ready by the time you get there. You kept offering her the money for it but she always refuses, saying your company was payment enough. You exchanged numbers after a couple days and started texting for hours on end. By the second week she asked you out on a date and you said yes. By the third week she asked you to be her girlfriend to which you agreed excitedly.

At school, you noticed that Melissa has been a bit friendlier with you. You took her sudden change with caution though, you don’t want to get hurt again.

For Melissa, she wants to ask you out but she keeps getting scared. But after a month of being friendly with you, she decides to bite the bullet and just do it. She went to go see you at your classroom after the students left on Monday.

“Hey y/n, can I ask you something?” She asked you as she stepped in your classroom.

“Sure Melissa, what’s up?” You said and she smiled. You’ve been calling her by her first name again for about a week, and after you calling her Ms Schemmenti for 3 weeks, well she still smiles when you call her Melissa now.

“I wanted to ask you on a date.” She says and you look at her and freeze.

“What?” You ask, confused as hell.

“I wanted to officially ask you on a date.” She says and you look at her confused.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“I thought you didn’t like me.” You tell her and she looks a bit guilty.

“I never not liked you, when I realised I liked you near the end of the last year, I didn’t want to give away my feelings so I started acting distant towards you.” She says and looks down for a second then back up at you. “So will you go on a date with me?” She asks again.

“No.” You told her and she looked upset. “I did like you but I have a girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? I thought you were single.” She says confused and still hurt.

“I was, until 2 weeks ago, her name is Joy.” You said with a smile. And Melissa looks at you with a bit of fire in her eyes. “If she’s real then I would like to meet her.” She tells you, crossing her arms,

“Oh ok, ya sure. I can ask if she can come meet everyone tomorrow morning if you want.” You tell her.

“Ok, I look forward to meeting her then.” Melissa says and leaves disappointed.

You asked Joy if she wanted to meet your coworkers tomorrow morning and she excitedly agreed immediately.

So the next morning, you meet Joy at the coffee shop as usual and she hands you your hot chocolate then you drive over to the school and walk in with her. You head to the break room with her and enter and all eyes look up at you and her.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet Joy, my girlfriend. Joy, this is Janine, Jacob, Gregory, Barb, Ava.” You said, pointing to everyone as you said their name. “And this is Melissa, the one who asked to meet you.”

“Hi everyone! And hi Melissa, I’m very much real as you can see.” Joy says and Melissa doesn’t look happy, she crosses her arms and the fire in her eyes come back. She thought you were lying and would have to keep being nicer to you before you agree to go on a date with her. Barb notices Melissa getting angry and puts a hand on her arm and that startles her and then just sits there, staring at you. She sees you being all happy as Jacob and Janine got up to come say hi to your girlfriend.

She wanted to be that person, be your girlfriend and she blew it. But then remembered that you said yesterday that you did have feelings for her, so maybe you still do. Then she smiles at that thought and thinks of different ways to play it. Joy would have to go of course, she ain’t gonna put a hit on her but instead she’ll try to sabotage it, and to do that, she’ll have to be nice first and get information.

So she gets up and goes over to you two. “Hi, nice to meet you. Ya I didn’t think you were real when y/n here as been single since I’ve known her.” She says to your girlfriend then proceeds to put an arm around your back as she mentions you being single and your eyes widen a bit.

“Oh that’s alright, it was a shock to y/n too when I asked her.” Joy says, and Melissa thinks it’s a shame she’ll have to sabotage it as she seems nice. But this person is getting in the way of her happiness so she gots to go.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you two meet?” Melissa asks.

“Oh we met at the coffee shop down the street, the one you told me about and I get a hot chocolate there every morning. And then I bumped into Joy about a month ago, like physically bumped into her and spilled my drink all over her.” You say with a chuckle.

“Ya she did but it was my fault, I saw her there every morning and after a couple weeks I decided to go talk to her and didn’t expect her to turn around at that very moment. So I offered to get her a replacement one and then we started talking.” Joy said with a smile.

And you noticed how Melissa’s hand got a bit lower on your back and you subtly get out of her grip and say an excuse. “Joy, do you want to go see my classroom?” You ask her and she immediately said yes. Joy waves bye to everyone and they all tell her it was nice to meet her and hope to see her again. And Melissa thinks that if it goes according to plan then she won’t be back to see them again.

At the end of the day, Melissa visits your classroom. “Hey y/n.” She says as you’re packing your things up.

“Oh hey Melissa. What’s up?” You ask her and sling your bag over your shoulders.

“Well I was wondering if I could go with you to the coffee shop tomorrow? I haven’t been there in awhile and wouldn’t mind a good store bought coffee once in awhile instead of one from the break room.” She says and you look at her confused.

“Oh I always meet Joy at the coffee shop in the morning.” You say and Melissa smiles, she knew it.

“Well that’s alright, maybe I could get to know her better then.” She says and you agree and tell her the time that you meet up with Joy.

The next morning, Melissa gets to the coffee shop first and orders a coffee for her and a hot chocolate for you. You and Joy come in a couple minutes later and see Melissa near a table with 2 drinks. “Hey Melissa.” You say and she looks over at you and smiles.

“Hey y/n and Joy. Here y/n, I got you a hot chocolate.” She says and sees the frown on Joy’s face before smiling again. Melissa smiles at that, she knew that Joy was still getting you a hot chocolate every morning. You said it yesterday to Janine and Jacob. “I would have gotten something for you but I forgot to ask y/n here what you like.” Melissa says and puts a hand on your shoulder.

Joy looks at the interaction and gives a confused look. “That’s alright, I’ll just go get a drink for myself. I’ll be right back.” She says and you and Melissa nod.

You look at Melissa a little confused. “Why are you being so much nicer all of a sudden?” You say to her and she just shrugs, feigning innocence.

“I don’t know what you mean y/n? I’m just getting to know your little girlfriend over there.” She says and hits you, Melissa is jealous.

“Melissa, are you jealous?” You asked and she scoffs. “I’m being serious, yesterday you asked me out saying you liked me. And now you’re at the coffee shop that I meet Joy at every morning and meeting nicer to me in front of her.”

“I’m just trying to make sure that she’s right for you, is all.” Trying to cover up the fact that you were right.

Before either of you can say anything else, Joy comes back with her drink. “Hey y/n, I would like to stay longer but worked called and asked if I could come in earlier. Like right now earlier. And I wouldn’t mind the extra cash.” She says and you nod.

“That’s alright, I understand, have a good day at work.” You tell her and she gives you a goodbye kiss on the lips and the fire in Melissa’s eyes return.

“Alright thanks for understanding, it was nice seeing you again Melissa.”

“Ya you too.” Melissa says back to her. Melissa didn’t like that kiss, and worse is that the only issue she has with Joy is that she’s with you. Other than that, Joy seems like a nice person, and she hates that fact.

At the end of the day Melissa stops by your classroom again. “Hey y/n.”

“Should I expect this to be a daily occurrence? You stopping by my classroom at the end of the day?” You say with a laugh and she gives a small laugh at that.

“Maybe.” She says and closes your door and walks up to you. You look at her confused for closing the door, but then think she probably wants to talk to you privately. “I don’t like her. Your girlfriend.” She says and you frown.

“Why?”

“I don't know, there’s just something about her that I don’t like.”

“Well you’ve only just met her. If you see her more then you might grow to like her.” You tell her with a smile.

“No I won’t actually.” She says and you’re confused.

“And how do you know you won’t?”

She looks you dead in the eyes and walks closer to you. “Because as long as she’s with you, then I won’t like her.” She says and she got very close to you and you had to walk back and you end up backing into your desk and she puts her hands on the desk on both sides of you, effectively trapping you. You look at her with wide eyes.

“Melissa, I-” and you don’t get to say what you were about to as her lips are on yours. You begin to kiss her back and then push her off. “Melissa what the fuck? You know I’m with Joy.” You tell her and she smirks.

“Then why did you kiss me back? And don’t deny it. I know you did before you pushed me off.” And you look at her speechless since she’s right. Melissa smiles at you and goes to kiss you again but you stop her.

“No Melissa, I’m with Joy now.” You tell her and she frowns.

“You wouldn’t rather be with me?” She asks and you shake your head.

“I’m happy with who I’m with. I’m sorry.” You tell her and walk out of your classroom, leaving behind a hurt Melissa who has a tear rolling down her cheek.

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[lightlycareless]

More high school au with Naoya and y/n pleaseee😩😩🙏🏻🙏🏻 they are so cute and like- uughhhhh ( you don’t have to tho )

Hello anon!

Thank you so much for waiting 🥺❤️❤️ I actually have some snippets here and there of scenarios I want to write for them, however, now that valentine's day is approaching this other idea popped up hehehe, so I might as well take advantage of it.

Also, this is a two part thing. As of now, the second part is scheduled for... you guessed it, the 14th 😂

warnings: none. fluff. a lil bit of heartbreak, but nothing too serious. more to come on the second part.

All I got to say is, this went a completely different direction than I expected. We shall see if it pays off.

Without further a do, happy reading!

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part 2.

It’s rare when the faculty allows students to take control of anything outside of their studies and training.

But there were occasions they allowed it, especially in those where they’d not only prove they’re much better academically than any other institute, but also humiliate their sister school in their annual exchange event.

Which is exactly what happened last summer, an undisputable victory to remain for the years to come as the worst defeat Kyoto has ever experienced.

Taking this into consideration, the school thought it only deserving for the students to be compensated.

What the Tokyo school ended up choosing as a reward was a trip to one of the popular theme parks in Japan, but to afford such trip without having to choke the higher ups with their expenses, the students began to plan out ways to increase their budget.

Luckily for them, the money hungry Mei Mei knew exactly what to do.

Thus, preparations soon began to plan out, starting with decorations and activities that would not only incentivize students to participate, but willingly spend all their hard-earned money (plus an extra for herself.) for something enjoyable in return—all coinciding with the most awaited time of the year.

We’re talking about White Day, of course.

A date that you were naturally also excited for, simply because it was your first White Day since enrolling in jujutsu high.

You had your own motives to be eager, but your enthusiasm simply kept growing thanks to your classmate’s incessant discussion of the plans they set up with their boyfriends, or the guys they were being “courted” by.

“My boyfriend got reservations at this nice place in downtown! We’re going there as soon as our classes are done.” One would say.

“That’s so sweet! There’s this guy I’ve been talking to for a while now—we haven’t done much but I just know he likes me! I’m just hope he’ll confess his feelings today…” Another adds.

“What about you, Y/N? Set your eyes on anyone yet?”

No.

Maybe…

Oh, who are you lying, of course you did!

But you’re not sure he even noticed your presence; let alone your gift on Valentine’s Day. After all, he’s one of the most popular students in the whole school.

You’re talking about Geto Suguru, of course—what you’d consider to be your first crush, the first man that you’ve ever felt these growing feelings for; and with enough luck, maybe even your first love.

He was just… oh, so dreamy. Good looking, but most of all, charming. It’s a mystery how someone like him got along with Satoru at all! Maybe it was some kind of opposites attract type of situation?

Who knows.

Either way, you won’t deny that getting a chance of becoming Suguru’s special someone was equally wonderful, which you hoped would’ve increased with the chocolate you gave him exactly one month ago.

If fate desired so… then today, you’ll get your answer.

And whether you’ve caught someone else’s eye, as well?

You don’t try to get your hopes too high when it comes to that, since you’ve only been here for a few months—not enough time for anyone to develop feelings and pursue you, you know?

Geto was different though, since you’ve known him way before you even considered entering jujutsu high, due to him being your sister’s and Satoru’s (a childhood friend) classmate.

So yeah, you don’t expect much from anyone else this day, outside of… maybe a card here and there, or some sweets from the people that always bring something for the whole class just so they won’t feel excluded—sensei’s included.

And so, when classes begin, you keep reassuring yourself with the following statement Mei Mei’s Cupid Mail Service (or whatever it’s called, with a charge of course) begins to roll in: You were new, not that well known even with your sibling’s popularity, single, but most importantly, that most of the things sent through that service were for the popular kids—or so Hinata theorized.

A great excuse that would’ve kept your sanity intact…  had no one else gotten anything.

The ones that didn’t voice their plans, that is, the single ones—and even then, those with a partner still managed to get heartfelt confessions from those daring enough.

«It’s just… well, luck! I think… Besides, don’t they always say that people in relationships are more popular than those that are single? I would never do something like that!» It’s what you tell yourself when seeing one of your classmates, who has a boyfriend, get a rose from the same Cupid Mail Service—and as seen from her rection, not from him. «Yeah… that must be it.»

But your anguish would only deepen when the day went on by and the gifts didn’t stop.

By that point, your sister had gotten a bouquet of roses, amongst some boxes of chocolate she didn’t bother to care for, unless they had come from Yuki-senpai.

Your brother was seen with a large teddy bear but given the grin on his face and the direction he was heading; it was clear this was a gift for his girlfriend.

Gojo and Geto getting gifts even on the day they’re not supposed to doesn’t surprise you anymore—in fact, every day seemed like a holiday to them, so you just ignored them.

Nanami was a heartthrob you did not expect to see flourish, since he mostly kept to himself, but there’s always something alluring about the mysterious, cool characters—you more than anyone else would know that.

However, none of these situations were to be the worst ones yet.

Not to discredit the poor guy, you appreciate him as the excellent classmate he is…

But even Ijichi got a gift!! Like, come on!!

Statistically someone must’ve sent you one thing at least! You’re not even asking to be appreciated by your beauty or anything, it could’ve been just because they thought you were funny or something! A great friend!

Yet, it was not meant to be.

And by the end of the school day, reality slowly began to sink into your mind—accepting that perhaps you were not as likeable as you once believed… and unfortunately, that is something that wouldn’t change, not even if you’d been here since the school was founded.

Not desiring to be seen crying your poor heart out when your feelings are finally pushed to the edge once the last bell rings, you decide to head straight back to the dorms after quickly gathering your utensils, curtly bidding everyone farewells and wishes for an enjoyable evening out, and heading out the classroom—just before you could hear any more of their whispers noting how you didn’t get anything.

Thinking that if you hurried enough, you’d be able to get to your room before anyone noticed the tears already sliding down your cheeks—but alas, there’s always someone in the wrong place at the wrong time, and just as you were to turn around the corner and leave the school building, Mei Mei calls you.

“Off to meet someone in your room? How indecent.” she snickers, noting your unusual adrenaline when traveling across the hallways. At least for someone she knew hadn’t gotten anything planned for the day. “Back in my day, we’d try to do it off campus. But if you want, I know a room—"

“That’s not—I’m not in the mood, Mei Mei.” You murmur, not bothering to turn around to face her while doing your best to hide a sniffle. “I have work to do.”

“I’m sure you do, Y/N.” she says, taking a step closer to you.

“If it’s to get me to spend money on your delivery system, I’m not interested.” You frown. “Why don’t you go ask Hinata? I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to spend all her allowance in things for Yuki-senpai…”

“Already done that—And I got to say, Hinata really is one of my best clients when it comes to it. After Satoru, of course.” She snickers—Gojo has become kind of her personal ATM at this point, he just made it too easy! You remain quiet. “Either way, I’m here for something else. Something relating to you, actually.”

Well, if this day wasn’t odd enough already.

“…What do you want?” you cautioned.

“I got a gift for you—from Cupid himself.”

“What?!” you gasp, sharply turning around to verify her words, dropping your books and breath hitching upon seeing the enormous size of the gift she held in her arms, and all that contained:

A basket filled with all kinds of chocolate, local and foreign, alongside an immeasurable number of roses that almost managed to hide the core: a red teddy bear holding a heart of the same color with the words love stitched onto it.

After being deprived of this attention for hours, it almost felt surreal to suddenly obtain all that you wanted—And not to brag, but this also had to be the biggest gift you’ve seen at school that day!

You genuinely didn’t believe your eyes… and yet, there was still more to come.

And all for you.

“—while the rest are to be delivered to your dorm.” Mei Mei says as a group of her… lackeys, (wait, is that her brother?) brought along more and more gifts—from plushies of your favorite characters, your favorite flowers, and jewelry… to the most surprising piece of all:

Boxes of mochi, of your favorite flavor, taro.

Whoever sent these gestures knew you in somewhat of a personal level, thus, you naturally had to ask—

“Who sent them?” you breathe, unable to hide your excitement at that point; could it be…?

“A secret admirer.” Is all that Mei Mei reveals. “Perhaps.”

“Aw, come on! I mean—you have to know, right?? You’re the one in charge of this!”

“I do… but my services don’t go beyond that.” She smiles—hinting wanting more.

But you suppose that for something as sweet as this, to keep the identity of your unknown aficionado would only be fitting. Partially.

“Could you at least give me a hint?”

Mei Mei only laughs, and you get the idea that it was because of your naivety when it comes to her methods.

And it was, in its majority.

But it was also because she couldn’t believe you didn’t know already!

Of course, this was nothing but obvious for someone who has made it as her personal mission to find dirt on just about anyone she can squeeze out a few yen from.

Especially from big targets like him.

But given the way he behaves around you, and the things he did today, just for your attention how come you hadn’t noticed that the heir of the Zen’in, Naoya…

Likes you?

I don't know if other schools do things like that, but mine did. And I used it once. And I never got a reply. YIKES. But I don't blame him though, that letter was wack lmao. I was only 16 😭 please be merciful.

Anyways, I hope you liked this first part :3 Keep an eye for the second one 👀👀👀

Take care, and hope to see you soon!

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[trashmouth-richie]

Hello dearest! Congratulations on 200 followers! I have come up with the perfect two words for you to use.

Eddie + “feral” + “bread”

Hehehe love youuu - @corroded-hellfire

of courrrse you would choose this 😮‍💨😮‍💨 this is pretty angsty which I normally don’t do. Hope you like it bb @corroded-hellfire 💓

EDDIE X FEM! READER

W.C 1.5K

WARNINGS: IMPLIED SMUT, MENTIONS OF SEX ACTS

You were sick of the dreams, sick of waking up feeling like you were some kind of rabid dog. It had been years since that mother fucker left your house for good, slamming the door hard, rattling the hinges. Another fight, another failed relationship added to your belt.

Sure you had moved on, dating that cute baker who would come crawling into your sheets at night wafting notes of fresh bread and sweet icing into your bedroom. He was sweet as sugar but the sex was mediocre at best. So you did what you did best, you left him. Finding another cute guy to fill the void and your heart was aching for distraction. The accountant. Ooh yes he was good with numbers and financially stable. But the pressed suits and slicked back hair every day was making the vanilla love making just that— vanilla. Bland, flavorless, like a water flavored lollipop. The twins? Yesss finally. Something you could divulge in…two men to treat you like a queen. Two men all to yourself, sharing a bed, never fighting over you just worshiping you, and maybe it could have been great, could have been something any girl desired…if they weren’t two inch twins. Can’t exactly get off when you can barely feel anything.

So when you had gotten the invite for Hawkins High’s Class of ‘86, 10 year reunion, you thought what the hell? Last you had known he had left Hawkins that night of your fight never to be heard from again, so the likelihood of him showing up was slim to none. And Steve Harrington who was fresh from a divorce was going to be in attendance. The way his jeans always hugged him so tight in the front he was bound to house some kind of mythical anaconda behind the denim. But the dreams had started that night, and they weren’t of Steve’s hammer cock. Someone who hadn’t crossed your mind in almost 5 years.

Walking into Hawkins High with Robin and Vicky on your side they hadn’t stopped talking about how excited Steve was to see you. And you were excited to finally unleash the beast.

And just as most things went, Lady Luck was playing games. Up on the stage sporting a leather jacket and the same black bandana he had since middle school, was Eddie ‘fuck me lips’ Munson. He looked better than he did in high school if that was even possible. His shoulders were broader, angling perfectly to his slutty little waist. Turns out Corroded Coffin had been asked to play at the reunion tonight. Your panties were dripping at the sight of him. You forgot how sexy his voice was. Forgot how wet his hair got during his shows. Fuck.

“Hey there stranger,” Steve seduces as he comes over with a wine cooler for you, Robin and Vicky. You and Steve had been close, Nancy was practically a sister to you, but everytime he fought with Nancy you were there to comfort him. And when Eddie left, Steve was there for you holding you close and assuring you everything was going to be okay. You threw your arms around Steve’s neck, relishing in the smell of his expensive cologne. He put his hands on the small of your waist as he pulled you close. “You look beautiful tonight” he whispered, dancing his tongue against the shell of your ear. You pulled back blushing slightly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

The two of you catch up. Steve telling you all about his and Nancy’s nasty divorce. You comfort him the same way you always had, fingers ruffling his hair and holding his hands in between yours. You could feel eyes burrowing into the back of your head, but ignored it. Probably just a jealous ex cheerleader wishing they were the apple of Steve’s eye for the night. Steve excuses himself to the bathroom but not before leaning down slightly and placing a wet kiss to your lips. He tasted like the wine cooler he had been drinking, and Carmex. “Be right back.”

Before you can even comprehend what has happened a familiar voice whispers in your ear, “well isn’t that rich sweetheart? King Steve and the Princess.” Your breath hitches in your throat and your stomach feels like it’s going to leap out of your body entirely.

You turn slightly in the folding chair you’re sitting in to see him. He’s holding a bottle of beer and smelling how he always did, Marlboros and musky cologne. His happy trail was slick with sweat begging to be licked. His chest was more defined, and was sporting more tattoos on it than you could count. Piercings in each nipple, which were new but something you had encouraged him to get since you had gotten yours done. His boyish features were more manly now. His neck was thick and had a vein protruding on the side. The only thing that didn’t change on him was the neck tattoo he had gotten. A red imprint of your lips with your first initial next to it.

“Didn’t think you’d be here.” You scoff trying to avoid his gaze.

“And miss this? Seeing all the people who hated me in high school?” Eddie tries to joke. He pulls up Steve’s chair and slides it closer to you. Swinging his leg over the cool metal and sitting on it backwards, “Sweetheart, we know there’s only one reason why I’m here.”

“I’m not doing this shit with you, Munson.”

“Oh we’ll be doing something, but it won’t be shitty.” Eddie winks as he traces circles with his fingers against your knee. “Tell me baby, how wet are those panties?”

Stammering, you quickly reply, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The collection I had of your wet panties in my dresser drawer tells me differently.” Eddie leans in again, “and don’t forget how excited you would get during one of my shows.” Christ this fucker doesn’t forget anything, it was true. After every show you would be dripping with arousal for him, the way his fingers moved, the way his neck looked when he sang, and his voice… fuck.

“You better go, my date will be back soon, you know Steve Harrington, right?.” You say matter of factly. He wasn’t actually but Eddie didn’t know that. Anything to get under his skin was good enough for you, and if there was one thing you knew about Eddie it was his ferocious hatred for Steve Harrington.

“Oh baby, don't think I didn’t notice his hands all over you tonight. Doing it just to fuck with me, I know your mind games. You forget that you were mine for a long time.” Eddie says, pointing to your lips tatted on his neck. “Still are.”

Eddie had gotten that done for your birthday, “the only marks I want on my neck, are your lips.”

“I was. Past tense. Not anymore.” You fidget in your seat as Eddie presses into you. Your panties were wet, and your pussy was throbbing. You forgot how possessive he could be and it was turning you on. “Besides, that was years ago, haven't you moved on or was my pussy that good.”

The mention of your cunt has Eddie adjusting himself in his tight jeans. “Full of jokes tonight I see, don’t forget I’m the only one in this room who can read you like a book, inside and out. The way your toes curl when you’re about to cum, the fact that you like a finger in your tight little asshole while getting it raw in doggy, or, my personal favorite, the way your face looks when my hand is around your neck.”

Your cheeks are flushed red as you suddenly get up. Walking quickly across the gym floor as you head outside to light a cigarette, kicking balloons and streamers out of the way as you stomp across the floor. You were embarrassed. Embarrassed about the literal choke hold Eddie still had on you. You never wanted anyone but him, and seeing that he hasn’t covered up your lip tattoo confirmed that he hasn’t moved on either. Leaning against the cool brick you inhale deeply, exhaling a stream of smoke upwards as your head is leaned back, eyes catching Eddie’s as he comes through the door.

“Fuck, can’t you just leave me alone, I’m not playing your little feral fucking games tonight, or ever again for that matter.” You lie.

Eddie moved in front of you boxing you in. His arms stretching to either side of your head, hands on the wall. “No games sweetheart, just me and you. It’s only ever, been you.” He leans close and ghosts his lips over yours, “I can’t get you out of my head.” Eddie leans forward, pressing his body against yours, “I know you want this,” he murmurs, taking your hand in his and holding it against his erection. “Let me spend the rest of tonight making up for what we lost.”

“Eddie, I-,” his fingers are twirling in the ends of your hair, his lips are teasing you, softly kissing your neck, biting slowly.

“Say it baby,” Eddie whispers into your ear, “say you’re still mine.”

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #steve harrington #eddie x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

[aclowntiny]

Nails and Nighttimes- The8 x Gender Neutral Reader

You would have never thought meeting at a workshop could lead to such a brilliant evening… and such an awkward mistake.

Word Count: 4533 | First Meetings & Awkward Mix-Ups, Drama Queen Jun lmao | Warnings: very suggestive jokes/implications, but no graphic content as always 😘 language

(This man & his nail art! He’s so pretty & so are all his arts!!! I love him. Also expect a part 2 to this hehehe)

Signing up for an art workshop had been a spur-of-the-moment, zero-thoughts-head-empty decision. On the wait to get on the train your eyes had wandered around the station, grazing graffiti and stickers and posters on pillars until they stuck on one like glitter glue. The image of a beautiful gallery topped it, words underneath beckoning people to give themselves up for one of three “art experiences” guided by gallery affiliates themselves. Maybe the subway air vibrations and the mingling scents of passersby had you waxing poetic, but you’d been lamenting of late your lack of opportunities to meet new people, so maybe this was a sign. The gallery doors literal doors into some experience you were meant for.

Or maybe it would be a lonelier version of one of those wine and paint nights. Whatever.

Since you had some time on the train anyway, you scanned the QR code on the poster, pulling up the gallery site’s sign-up sheet to fill out all the fields as walls, lights, and dozens of occupied, distant yet so close to your world strangers chugged past.

Maybe it was luck that they still had spots open, your sign-up and fee being accepted immediately, no waitlisting required.

~

The very doors pictured on the poster that beckoned you loomed much taller than the image implied, much more imposing. And yet excitement buzzed in your chest as you shouldered your bag and stepped forward through them, following the map to pass from one room of paintings- ooh, impressionism- into another and down a short hallway that dumped almost right into your room.

Several people were already seated at various stools throughout the room’s tables, supplies strewn about them all and color wheels, art prints, and encouraging historical quotes decorated the walls. It felt like the first day of college all over again, entering a room of strangers and feeling the pressure to choose the right one…if you wanted to venture looking like you had an affinity for anyone. Otherwise you could simply start filling an empty table and see who, if anyone, chose you.

Nah. The guy with the glasses looked really cool.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d taken these classes plenty of other times. Dark hair spilled down the nape of his neck, which he ran a hand bearing a few different rings and painted nails over. He had a loose black patterned jacket that looked designer draped over his white tank top, but rather than look cocky he simply sat calmly with his hands in his lap, waiting. As you slid into the seat next to his, he smiled at you, a very kind, genuine expression.

“Is this your first class here?”

“Did I look lost when I came in?” You teased, chuckling nervously.

“No,” he shook his head, voice calm and pretty as the rest of him looked, “I’ve just never seen you here before.”

“Well, you got me there,” you replied with a smile, “I am new. I just happened to see the poster for it in the train station.”

“Then it was meant to be,” he said.

“That’s what I thought, too. Maybe it really was. Oh, by the way, my name is (y/n).”

“I’m Minghao.”

“Nice to meet you. Are you an artist?”

“Well,” Minghao replied, “I’m a regular at the gallery. I just think looking at beautiful things is good for the soul. I do enjoy painting, it’s a way to get my feelings out.”

Yeah, you were right, this guy was cool. “Nice. I’m not much of a painter, usually, so I guess I’m hoping this helps me improve. It’s just been a long time. I still have the painting I did of a family cat from high school, though.”

“I’m sure it looks great.” He could have been being sarcastic, but he sounded so nice you chose to believe it was genuine. The smile still looked kind, so…

It was about that time that your workshop instructor entered the room, introducing herself and the fundamentals of the class as well as the basic items she’d brought to serve as subjects.

“If you’re ready for a more advanced task or just want a challenge, you can choose something else, though,” she added at the end.

“Is that what you’re doing?” You leaned over and whispered just to tease your neighbor.

“You’re so confident in my abilities,” he shot back as you organized the tubes of paint and other supplies on your shared table, “but I have to admit that I did bring something to try.”

You mirrored his grin. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

Leaning down, Minghao unzipped the bag he’d had sitting by his feet, pulling a small patterned green glass vase out and setting it on front of him. “I’ve been wanting to get more practice with reflective surfaces,” he told you as he pulled himself back up, turning in one swift motion.

“Very nice. I bet it’ll look great!”

And for a while things got silent as you learned the best way to mix your paints, preparing them along with the composition of your images. One of the items your instructor had brought for everyone was a banana, but she’d also brought a checkerboard, so you decided to get ambitious and do the checkerboard in a diamond orientation, banana inverted on the bottom. Why you didn’t know, but it just seemed boring to only paint the banana.

“Look at you,” Minghao joked, “you’re already an artist.”

“Oh, yeah, we all know Van Gogh started with bananas.”

“Everyone starts somewhere, right?” He reminded you with a shrug and another soft smile. Those seemed to be his specialty.

As you painted, the pair of you provided each other with tips, quips, and questions; from it you learned Minghao was close to your age, a dancer, did a lot of music and filming projects with his friends- also musicians and dancers of course. He heard about your job, your train commute, your pet.

~

As your workshop came to an end, you were actually very satisfied with your painting. Definitely worth the price of the workshop, you dare thought.

“What are you calling it?” Minghao asked you, eyes scanning the piece beneath the room’s faintly dim light. “If you’re giving it a name.”

Indeed, you had been the only one to frame your piece like that or even pair those two potential subjects; even your instructor had been surprised, expression stilling for a bit, then widening. In amusement, pride, surprise? Probably a bit of all three. As you wiped your mess of yellow and black smudges off the dark surface of your table, your eyes flicked back to the painting where it dried.

“Sad Checkerboard.”

At that, Minghao giggled, a charming sound you found rather adorable. “Sad Checkerboard,” he repeated, shaking his head.

“I’m kidding. I think,” you said with a chuckle of your own, tossing the moist bundle of wipes in your hand down into the trash can on the floor. “I don’t know if you’re naming yours, but it turned out really well. The pattern looks so accurate.”

“Thanks,” he replied, gently wringing a brush clean at the sink from behind you, “it’s a bit similar to my nails, so maybe that’s why- muscle memory!”

“Oh yeah, I noticed they were painted, but didn’t really look- let me see,” you requested.

Holding out his hand, Minghao raised his eyebrows slightly as you grabbed it in both of yours, bringing it before your eyes to study the monochrome dappling that indeed resembled his painting in a simple black-and-white variant of the green blown glass. Guy had pretty nice hands, too, lithe and nimble like the rest of him- no wonder he was so good at dancing and painting. Even on canvases as small as his fingernails.

“Wow,” you blinked, letting go of his hand after what felt like minutes despite lasting seconds, “these are really good, too. So you do these yourself?”

“Yeah, I just got into it recently,” he answered with a nod as you both grabbed your bags, heading back out into the dim gallery hallway.

“Well, you’re clearly doing it right! Please do mine,” you joked, holding out your currently-empty fingernails in front of your eyes.

Minghao’s next words almost had you halting in the middle of the hall, causing a budding-artist domino pileup. “Sure, why not? Are you doing anything tonight?”

That serene, matter-of-fact expression didn’t waver, his rich brown eyes looking into yours evenly as if he’d said have a nice day. You floundered, opening your mouth in silence once before words came to you, almost not of your own volition.

“Oh. Uh, yeah,” you shook your head, “I’m not doing anything tonight. You’re not sick of painting?”

“No,” he chuckled, finally smiling again though his voice remained casual, “I guess I’m not. I can do your nails if you want. Follow me from the parking lot- all my nail art stuff is at mine and my roommate’s flat. If you’re cool with that?”

Your eyebrows shot up, but somehow your nerves weren’t firing as hard as they probably should have been- how far did this guy’s chill aura reach? Or was he just that comfortable to be around? Somehow you felt like you’d known him for way longer than a couple hours. “Is your roommate going to be home too?”

“Yeah, of course,” Minghao nodded.

“Alright, sure, what’s your rate?” You joked, shrugging the weight of your backpack down its loose strap at your side.

“Don’t worry about money, I just enjoy the process,” Minghao answered, sidestepping a glass display as you two closed in on the gallery’s front doors.

“Even better,” you replied with a grin, “lead the way.”

He was parked a ways closer than you were, but made sure you got to your car before heading back to his. Nice car, but not flashy, just a very clean-looking white sedan. It made you wonder if Minghao’s flat was going to be as monochromatic as the rest of him. How artsy his roommate was, too. Maybe there’d be canvases everywhere against the walls and tarps on the floor like every artist’s home in a corny romance film. But then again, chaos didn’t seem his style.

The route you followed behind his sedan didn’t take you so far from the gallery, it turned out, and at a large complex of flats you’d seen countless times. In fact, you had a friend who lived there and she found it typically quite safe.

Maybe you’d text her if you felt weird about anything. For the time being, though, it was all excitement, anticipation to see the mystery flat and have your nails done who-knows-how at the hands of a multi-talented artist. Plus, who were you kidding? Hadn’t your heart thudded a bit faster when his hand was in yours?

Such echoed in your mind as you pulled into a visitor parking spot by a row of flowered hedges, walking out to meet Minghao with both hands giving your backpack strap anxious tugs.

"Is it going to bother you if Junhui- that's my roommate- is watching a movie?" He asked.

You shook your head. “Not at all. If we need background sound that’ll be it.”

Minghao smiled, and with that you crossed the lot into the building, riding the elevator to the third floor.

Minimalist was how you would describe Minghao’s apartment, its colors indeed mostly matching the monochrome of his black-and-white outfit. The walls were white, hung with an intricate round metal piece with a Chinese character, 喜, centering its design as well as some flowing abstract paintings in the areas first visible.

“The main meaning of that,” he motioned to the character, “is happiness.”

“You guys have a lot of that in here?”

“Well, I guess you’ll find out,” Minghao bantered back.

Your voices, it seemed, tipped off your classmate’s cinephile friend, who was seated cross-legged on the armchair nearest you two. “Oh, you’re back! Hi! Did you want me to get out of your hair, or-”

“No, it’s fine, remember?” Minghao reminded him. “We might not even stay out here.”

“Right,” the man you assumed to be Junhui nodded, “well, I just finished Ratatouille, what should I watch next?”

His big smile as he scrolled titles on Disney+ had you mirroring the expression, a rush of childlike wonder overtaking you. “Ooh, do The Incredibles or Turning Red!”

“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve watched The Incredibles, good call,” he nods your way before introducing himself.

Once you’d shared your name, too, you swiveled back around to Minghao, who was sending a fond smile your way. Feeling yourself flush, you twisted your heels on the white carpet several times before speaking.

“So, uh…nails? Out here, or…” Your words trailed off, hand feebly raising in a halted gesture. It was like visiting a friend’s house for the first time except without, you know, the prerequisite of friendship. Sure, you could copy shoe-removal practices, but how much say did guests have? Did they eat on the couch or table-only? Could they move freely or were they bidden to follow their hosts? What was normal behavior for these guys? Cleaning, if you had to guess. The place looked halfway to a mini-hotel.

“Yes, let’s do them out here. Wait here and I’ll get my stuff.”

“Ok!” Agreeing, you plopped down cross-legged on the carpet, not quite feeling cozy enough to drape onto a couch yet.

“So, uh, you guys met at that painting class?” Junhui’s voice came from his own couch seat just a bit above and adjacent to you.

You hummed in agreement. “It was my first one, too, and I was hoping to meet someone cool- guess I was successful, huh?”

You watched Junhui’s gaze flicker out of yours. “Uh, yeah, sure looks like it. What color are you doing your nails, then?”

This time it was your gaze that drifted. “I hadn’t really thought about it, honestly. I’ll take suggestions.”

“Grey.”

“No longer taking suggestions,” you joked, laughing as Junhui stuck his tongue out at you.

“Is he giving you trouble?” Minghao’s sweet tone rang out into the room as he passed through the doorway with a case in hand.

“No, just telling me to paint my nails grey. I was thinking of something a little more…”

He cocked a brow. “Exciting?”

“Bingo. What say you?”

“How about dark green? I’ve been wanting to try out this forest tone I got for a while now, but the black and white has held for so long.”

You grinned, extending your hand. “Perfect. I’m all yours.”

A part of you couldn’t believe you just said that, but it seemed Minghao let it slide, just peering intently at your nails as his palm slid under yours. Junhui's eyes slid between The Incredibles and you two as Minghao reached over your joined hands, pinching a little clear bottle between his fingers.

"Bottom coat first," he muttered, already focused as his dark lashes fluttered downward onto his cheeks. Your own gaze was reflected in the lenses of his glasses, eyes wide and faltering.

Minghao was as gentle and dexterous with the nail polish brush as he was with his paints in class, swiftly drawing the slight cold over each of your nails, the first of which almost made you jump, but you caught yourself with a faint flush. No need to make yourself look silly upon the pristine carpets of such an apartment as nice and composed as its owner.

Soon all ten of your nails shone with the faint iridescence of the priming layer, and you’d gotten a little too used to the feeling of your hand in Minghao’s for your own liking. Something about the way those brown eyes looked into yours had you wanting to take risks. Heck, ever since you laid eyes on that fateful museum poster, doors beckoning you, it had been caution to the wind, mundanity be darned. Or maybe fate really had taken the helm.

“So, what kind of music do you listen to?” Minghao’s voice cut into your swirling reverie, sending your brain bobbing back to reality as he shook the forest green nail polish bottle.

The cold sensation had become familiar by the time you watched green swipe over each of your fingernails, telling your impromptu manicurist excitedly about your favorite band. He listened intently as he could through his focus, nodding enthusiastically.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of them before,” he told you.

“I could show you some of their songs when we’re all done here,” you offered.

“That sounds great,” he replied, raising your hand to his lips and gently blowing the polish dry, gaze piercing yours.

“Wow, this is such a good movie, hu- whoa!” Junhui chimed in right then, turning around to see you both before whirling immediately back around.

In silent response, Minghao rolled his eyes cheekily. You couldn’t help but laugh, and soon he was, too.

~

His extra airpods were in his room, so once your nails were dry, you ended up making your way there, sitting on the bed when he patted the spot next to him. This time it was your eyebrows that shot up, but you complied, accepting the proffered earbuds. Holding them in your palm, you directed Minghao to one of your favorite songs and popped them in as he pressed play.

The space was as calming as you expected, a fancy incense burner resting on a dark wood dresser that perfectly matched the bed, which was draped with a pretty dark green and white patterned. He’d set his new painting down on some paper towels in case it was still wet, so it sat drying before a few bottles of cologne and a black jewelry holder also resting there. A speaker sat there, and a-

“I really like these instrumentals,” Minghao spoke softly, as if not wanting to compete with the music.

You smiled. “Me, too. They really do something unique, don’t they?”

“I think I’m going to send this to my producer friend. He might get some inspiration from the arrangement!”

Your heart swelled in secondhand pride for your music, happy to have found someone who does more than just listen and mutter a generic ‘yeah, it’s pretty good’. Minghao actually listened, thought about it. You appreciated that.

Scooting a bit closer across the silky bedspread, you motioned to the phone resting there, shoulder brushing his just slightly. “Now you pick one. We can alternate!”

Minghao’s music was unsurprisingly relaxing, though he just claimed that was ‘because it’s nighttime’, that air of artsy mystery that first drew you to him returning faintly.

You swapped songs, tried on Minghao’s glasses, looked at a few other paintings he did, watched his latest dance routine and learned some of it yourself, heard some funny stories about Junhui’s little brother…

…and somewhere along the way fell asleep, slipping so seamlessly into the deep of it you passed without awareness.

~

You woke up in a haze, eyes fluttering contentedly half-open. Your bed seemed extra comfortable, relaxing rhythm greeting you as you woke. Reaching up to push your blanket off, your hand passed through naught but empty air. Eyes opening a bit wider, you realized you weren’t underneath anything. And you were still in your clothes.

You’d never left Minghao’s apartment. In fact, as you slid further out of the morning-tide blear, you realized that very comfortable thing your head was propped up against was his chest. He’d passed out, too, it seemed, airpods still in his ears and peaceful expression on his face as his eyelashes fluttered.

Jolting upright, you tumbled off the side of the bed, face on fire. Minghao’s eyes flew open as your warmth left him, blinking up at you as a pensive look crossed his face. No surprise, just a study of you and your frantic haste.

“I’m so sorry,” you exclaimed, “I didn’t mean to stay the night!”

“I didn’t exactly mean for you to stay the night,” Minghao shot back, rolling over onto his stomach and propping his head cheekily on folded arms.

“Fair enough.”

“But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t nice, right? I kind of liked sleeping with you.”

If it was even physically possible, your face felt even hotter. “Don’t say it like that!”

That earned you another cute giggle, this one perhaps a bit nervous, too. “Alright, alright. Well, since you’re here, want breakfast?”

“I’ll make breakfast,” you told him, shaking your head in exasperation, all of which was self-directed, “it’s the least I can do for imposing.”

“You didn’t impose. I was the one who brought you into my room.”

Would your face ever cool down again? “I was the one who wanted my nails painted.”

“But who offered to paint them?” Minghao countered; his eyes slid down to your hands. “They look great, by the way. The green really complements your skin tone.”

Holding out your hand, you followed his gaze. “Thank you! I think so too, honestly-”

“Great, so since you dropped it I’ll make breakfast!” Minghao cut you off triumphantly, launching up off the bed and out into the flat.

“Hey, wait!” Heart leaping, you followed him, shuffling out and through the carpet of the living area where you’d half-listened to The Incredibles the evening prior, other half of you enjoying makeshift salon treatment.

You couldn’t help smiling faintly to yourself as you passed through the kitchen doorway…

…at least until you got in there, eyes immediately meeting the wide gaze of Junhui, who sat at the table with a blue bowl full of porridge in hand and a stiffening spine. Why was he looking at you like that?

“Here, (y/n), sit down.” Waving you into the chair catty-cornered from his roommate’s, Minghao returned to the refrigerator. “Do you like pancakes?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” You shot back with a smile.

He looked at you fondly. “Pancakes it is. I think we have everything for them. Alright, I’ll be right back.”

The moment Minghao disappeared out the door, socked feet padding across tile and back into carpet, his roommate spoke up.

“You’re really special, you know that?” He asked before taking another spoonful of porridge.

Your brow crinkled in confusion. “What do you mean? Are you upset?”

“No,” he shook his head, glancing down at his bowl, “it’s just awkward talking to you now that you’ve, you know, known my roommate carnally. But he never takes people home like this. Minghao’s always been a really friends-first kinda guy, so the fact that he brought you here is a big deal. I mean, you know how much he likes you already, I’m sure, I guess you’d know better than me,” he trailed off with a nervous chuckle and another spoonful of porridge, "but even without that I can see the love eyes he gives you."

If you thought your insides were turning somersaults before, well holy shit. You spluttered, heat you'd just managed to chase away returning beneath your whole skin, melting over you past your cheeks and down the rest of your body. Junhui’s words sparked mental images you didn’t need, translucent flutterings across your mind’s eye that got locked away the moment they surfaced. Incredulous as you felt, you had to concede that you did walk into his apartment with his roommate a stranger, only to emerge in the morning wearing the same clothes.

Blinking, you replied the only way you could; somehow the incredulity escaped your tone in favor of an awkward drone. “We fell asleep listening to music. I passed out in his room and offered to make him breakfast.”

“Oh,” was all Junhui said to that, single syllable drawn out, over-pronounced by slow-moving, exaggerated lips. His bowl suddenly became fascinating, totally capturing his attention as if the stuff sloshing in it wasn’t the planet’s drabbest color.

Right then, Minghao returned through the doorway, smiling serenely in ignorant bliss at you. Junhui glanced at him, then positively stared at you, wiggling his eyebrows and mouthing “love eyes” before falling a little to the side, covering his face and snickering at his own comment.

Did he know something you didn’t? Then again, he also mistook you for a one night stand.

“Want help with the pancakes?" You asked, rising up from your seat a little too fast, giving a harsh squeak of chair legs on tile.

“Alright, since I know I won’t hear the end of it otherwise,” Minghao teased, sliding a drawer open and handing you a large spoon, “the scale is right above you. You can be in charge of the dry ingredients.”

Suddenly even the brush of your skin during the spoon sendoff had you flustered.

"Hey, what's with him?" As he poured milk into a glass measuring cup, Minghao nodded toward his roommate, who now peered up from his bowl with innocent eyes and scruffy hair. "Did he say something to make you uncomfortable?"

Scraping off the heaped top of your flour cup, you placed it gently on the scale, a tiny cascade of white dust snowing onto the chrome surface. If you ever wanted to see your handsome new artist friend again, it was probably wise to keep your mouth shut. But then again, you'd also get a very quick idea of how true Junhui's words were if the response you received was a clear rejection. Maybe it was better to have sure footing. Or maybe whatever it was about Minghao that sent your inhibitions reeling was kicking in again at the domesticity of his requests, the gentle way he'd guided you as you attempted his dance, even taking your arms at one point to reposition you, body slipping tightly against yours just for a moment.

"No," you shook your head, turning it towards Minghao to whisper into his ear and smiling in spite of yourself at the way he pressed closer, "he just, er, thought you brought me here under different pretenses."

As if just to keep you on your toes, Minghao giggled, shaking his head and responding just as unexpectedly as you'd expect of someone whose mind seemed to rest on a greater, far more beautiful astral plane than the average layman, nonchalantly spinning words expertly as one who sat at a workspace and willed story. "I won't know your body until I've known your soul." He shook his head, too. "Let me at least take you on a date first, hm?"

That one painting class really had been fate, antithesis to your many laments, proof of good things happening to those who wait. And hey, you liked Sad Checkerboard, too. Money's worth and them some. Maybe things were moving a little fast, but you were tired of those endless days alone on the train, life chugging past. It was why you'd signed up in the first place- for a little adventure. You couldn't complain when you finally got it.

Minghao raised his eyebrows, lowered them again teasingly in a bit of a chastising look. I'm waiting, his sparkling eyes said.

Reaching over for the flour cup, which had measured the perfect amount on the first try, you smiled. "Of course. Now, do you want chocolate or vanilla pancakes?"

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #the8 #the8 x reader #the8 x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #suggestive #humor #slightly lmao

[bonesandthebees]

I can't type a text wall of my own rn because I'm literally walking to my next class but also

Yes.

Yes to literally everything you said.

I'll talk more later but I'm so glad you're enjoying this I can't wait to hear you absolutely lose your mind towards the end and finish it HEHEHE

-❄️

ahhhhh you understand me you understand what I'm buzzing about oh my god samantha shannon you are changing our lives. you will definitely hear me screaming when I finish it (I should finish in the next few days if I keep going at the pace I'm at now)

good luck with your class!!

#ask #snowflake anon

[scuddle-bubble101]

Teddy is the best sister fr 🥺

Also, now that Stick is feeling a bit better, I would like to give him some plushies

These are for the baby. I didn't know which was cuter so I picked both X)

Sadly, I probably won't be here when the baby is born (sleep schedule + tomorrow's classes, y'know?), so I am giving them now.

I wish good luck for the soon to be parents~

"Nyeh heheh! No worries kiddo, ya made it. Unfortunately, we can't give 'er those yet. But! I'll let ya know when we can a'ight?"

#stick #hybridswap #jinx #meet little Jinx!<3 #the mainverse

[pumpkzsafeplace]

hihi pumpkinnn

umm its doin better now bu i still feel bad bout it cus somtimes my dad wil say stuff :( i tryin b nicer to myself tho !

owh som fun stuff !!! made yogurt in lab wid m group few days ago and we get to try it tomorow :D i went and and buy som toppings today after class nd studyin wid friends :3 m excited !!!

i hav a quiz and 2 exams tomorrow so i gonna study again in a bittt heheh

i hope u and mr x and luna have a amazin day todayyyy 💗💗💗💗🫂🫂🫂🫂

- 🪐

- hihi cupcake'! <3 ⭐

good! i'm proud of you for being nice to yourself about it <3, things happen sometimes & i'm sure your dad will forget all about it soon!

oh that sounds cool!! you'll have to tel me how the yogurt tastes heheh

good luck on your quizzes & exams today!!

we're all doing well too thanks for asking!! <3

goodluck!!!!!! <3

-ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗

#age regression #sfw little community #sfw age regression #safe agere #agere community #sfw agere #sfw little blog #agere blog #sfw little post #agere little #age regression blog #age regressor #age re safe space #age regressive #age re blog #sfw post #sfw interaction only #sfw little stuff #sfw regression #sfw blog #babblecorner #🪐askpumpkin #sfw furry

[napsaps-archive]

Hehehe just for you Ill give you a happy ending to this story :3 enjoy!

Its a few years after that faithful class and a few months after you graduate. But no matter how hard you try, you couldnt get that southern beauty out of your head. You tried your luck when applying for other classes, but your schedule never seemed to line up. Asking around didnt really help either, she didnt live on campus and wasnt particularly close to the people you hang out. Whatever, it wasnt a big deal! Its not like she haunts your daydreams when you should be paying attention in class and back in your room while youre sleeping. Its ok, really.

Anyways, you had the most exhausting week youve had since graduating, so you decided to treat yourself to your favorite coffee shop/bookstore. Its been awhile since youve been there. Putting on your most comfortable but still cute outfit, you head out of your apartment and set out.

Once you arrived, you got hit with the bitter coffee smell and the soothing jazz playing on the speakers. Its wasnt terribly busy, but there was still a decent line for the register. So much for an easy day. You sighed and made your way to the back of the line. You couldnt see who was manning the register but you could tell it was definitely someone newer cause usually it goes a little faster with seasoned workers. No big deal tho, you'll be sure to tip them a little extra for having to deal with customers all day.Slowly but surely, you made your way up to the register counter. You already had your order in mind, so there was no need to look up at the menu. So that left you being face to face with the cashier. Who had a...familiar face. You couldnt pin out how and where, but she looked so familiar. Gorgeous brown hair pulled back behind her cap, beautiful light green eyes, full lips that had a shine from gloss, and perfect manicured nails on top of her tablet. All in all, one of the most beautiful girls youve ever seen. But where have you seen her?

"What can I get started for you, sweetheart?"

Just from hearing her voice, all of it came rushing back to you. The biology class, being paired up and initially dreading it, fearing she would be another case of dropping all the work into you while still getting credit, actually turning out to be one of the nicest people you ever met. The girl that plagued your mind for months even after the class ended. The one you were too nervous to talk to and regretted that you missed your chance. Now shes here standing not even a foot away from you.

"Uh..you on, doll? Youre holding up the line."

Quickly breaking out of your thoughts and yelping out your order, you handed her some cash and sped walked to a empty table before groaning into your hands. Of course you had to embarrass yourself in front of her and the entire shop. Goddammit, why cant things go your way?

Eventually, your name was called from the front and you stood up to grab your cup. You took a sip and, wow. It was perfect, exactly how you liked it. Kudos to whoever made it. Lowering your cup, you noticed more writing next to your name. Confused, you turned the cup around to read what it said.

'I thought I remembered you from somewhere! LTNS cutie! Maybe we can catch up sometime? ;) xxx-xxx-xxxx'

Your cheeks burned up as you looked over at the workers counter. The two of you made eye contact and she gave you a quick wink before moving on to help her customer. Butterflies fluttered in your chest and your cheeks burned hotter. But before you could forget, you made sure to add the number to your contacts list for later.

Maybe some good came out of all this after all.

immgoinggsto theoww up shes everything to me

#therre are not enohgh words in either of my languages to explain how insane about this i feel THANK YOU WTF #ohhhhh. Oh i would marry her so fast there would be no big ceremony just me her and the fuckinf licensed marriage personand it would be so #wondeefully perfect im 😭💕😭💕😭💗💗💗💗💗 #thank you you're amazing i love you . 🫶🫶🫶 #ask #asher tag

[indouloureux]

i’m running dry w the eddie content 🤨 because everyone on this platform (especially you my bae) are amazing writers and i’ve ~ almost ~ read all of the ones i can find. do you have any reccs m’dear? i enjoy a good hurt/comfort and some good ole smut

ily i hope ur having a great time. i’m so bored and im off of class&work tomorrow so i’m unsure of what to do with myself other than occupy it with eddie brainrot. smooches xxxoxoxoooo

hi!! first off thank u hehehe mwah. i've got one coming up maybe tomorrow (its super long) (title of my sex tape)

second, i've got recs!!

— @munsonquinns , @familyvideostevie @ddejavvu, @poppy-metal are the ones that i know who always have new eddie content. hope this'll help!!

i'm having an okay time btw im in class with the nice but intimidating professor, flunk my quiz, but i'm fine w that bc im too nervous today. also, ilyt!! <333 good luck tomorrow

#sweet sweet anon #answered

[spaceraceart]

i have no clue how late I am but best of luck at college, and with your job!! i hope things go well, sending you best wishes broski :)

heheh thank you!! had my first class yesterday, gonna start my job tomorrow. it hasnt been too bad so far, but we'll have to see lmao. i hope ya have a good one!

#text #asks #arcademoss

[todayisafridaynight]

Snap snap snap

Immediately making that dancing piece my bg on the laptop upon my return home

Idk why them dancing has me so stupid all the time but TY for feeding that lil idea some more hehehe

ALSO THAT LIL SMOOCH????? IN THE COMIC?? That got me through the day at work and lemme tell you it was a fucking DAY. Anyway your art is lovely and I feel like I've seen you grow as an artist in the few months I've been following :3

Sorry to hear about your Zoom call, but I hope your day gets better!!

Also wish Wren and I luck, we got trivia tonight! (No clue what the team name will be yet, we change it every week.)

HEHEEEE i just think dancing is so sweet and special... im glad you like it :]]]

AND DOUBLE TEEHEE ON THE COMIC ever since masu told me ttm had a mole on the back of his neck i knew i had to get thinking to exploit that fact and i mean. i couldnt SHOW IT in the comic and i prob wont be able to in any doodles i decide to post but just know the intent was there... we got there period....

im glad it seems like ive been makin progress over the months, it def feels that way- AND ITS WHAT HAS ME EXCITED TO DO MY Y7 REDRAWS LATER THIS YEAR YAAAAYYY !!!!!

zoom call wasnt anythin big, i already reached out to someone who Should help me get in touch with who i need to... i got to get to class in like ten mins so fingers crossed for Day Getting Better

AND GOOD LUCK ON TRIVIA NIGHT im terrible at trivia except when im not. yall should do rad tho :]

#snap chats #i forgot if i had anything else to say LOL anyways. ill be back in like three hours #or maybe ill lurk online depends on where im sitting TEEHEE #ok i fr cant remember what else i was gonna say bye everyone #time to think of old people for three hours while pretending im not <3

[wangxiangiftexchange]

Winter Solstice gift for @rymyanna!

For @rymyanna, hope you like it <3

*****

Five Times Lan Wangji Made a Move

(+ the time where he confesses his feelings)

1. Literal

“So, tried making any moves yet, Wangji?” Minshan said, raising an eyebrow. “You know, as in a move to get closer to the guy you like. He's the friendliest motherfucker in the class, he'll be happy you want to be friends."

“I have,” Wangji said, and Huaisang gasped as he sat down on the bench with them. Minshan’s mouth dropped open. 

Wangji gave them both dirty looks.

“I didn’t imagine you’d be so fucking forward,” Minshan replied, almost rendered speechless.

“What’d you do?” Huaisang asked excitedly. “Oh, I should’ve gone to Wei-xiong first!”

“I moved seats. I’m sitting in his row now.”

“...”

“...?”

“...how the fuck does that constitute making a move.”

“I think he took it too literally,” Huaisang said, distressed. “He’s not really going to notice you if you sat in his row, Wangji. Especially on the other side of the class.”

“But I did make a move. I moved seats. Is it not part of the process?”

Huaisang patted his arm. “Wangji, I am so glad you think it is part of the process, but it is not making a move in the slightest. He has to notice it, honey.”

Minshan rolled his eyes. “Little hopeless if he thinks moving seats to his row without him noticing counts as a move.”

“Well- I see. Thank you for the information,” Wangji half-mumbled, slightly peeved. “And neither of you are help. I will seek Wen Qing and ask for her help instead.”

“Hey,” they both protested at the same time.

“You did not bother to tell me, someone who has been uninterested in romance his whole life, how to make a move. Romantically. I am finding better friends who will help me in romance.” 

“Betrayal,” Minshan said. “After all we’ve done for you?”

“Yes,” Wangji said, and Huaisang fake cried behind his fan as he giggled away. 

2. Ice cream

“Hey, Nie-xiong! From the convenience store?” Wuxian asked as he swooped over to Huaisang’s table.”

“Yep. Got some ice cream! You want one, Wei-xiong?” Huaisang held the wrapped package forward. “Hope you like Magnum.”

“Wait, that whole thing for me?”

Huaisang nodded as he placed it in Wuxian’s hands. “It’s all yours!”

Wuxian beamed. “Thanks, Nie-xiong! I’ll cherish it as I consume every bite and swallow every drop of this ice and cream with-” he looked at the package “-almonds and white chocolate. Oh, this is good.”

“Don’t thank me,” Huaisang shrugged and pointed to the quietly eating boy beside him. “Wangji bought it.”

“Oh! Well, thanks then, Wangji-xiong~” Wei Wuxian singsonged happily, turning to him.”

“Hm,” Wangji replied, punctuated with a small nod.

Wuxian’s smile grew. “Heheh, I’ll go now to savor this dessert! Thanks again, Ji-xiong! Bye, honey,” he blew a kiss at Huaisang, who blew him a kiss back.

“Well, good luck,” Huaisang snorted as Wuxian disappeared through the doorway. Wangji sighed. “You’re gonna need to try a little harder than that, I think.”

3. Doritos

“Ooh, Doritos!” Wuxian paused in front of the two on the bench. “I never thought Lan family people ate this stuff, Wangji-xiong. Can I have some?”

Wangji hummed in response and handed the package over to him. “Yes. Take the whole package.”

“What?”

“The whole thing. The entire bag. Do you want it, or do you not?” Wangji said, hand still offering the package of delicious junk food. 

Wuxian furrowed his eyebrows. “Well- I just wanted a few to nibble on, you really want to give me-?”

“Yes.” 

“Seriously? You know, I just want a small amount-”

“Take it, Wei Wuxian.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Just take it if you want it,” Wangji emphasized, firm, and Wuxian finally, though reluctantly, took the bag away from him.

“If you’re sure...” 

“Very sure.”

Wuxian smiled. “Well, if you insist, thanks!” 

Wangji frowned as he walked away, both aware and unaware of the fact that Wuxian definitely thought it was weird but brushed it off. “Not enough.”

Su She sighed from beside him, having been left as an awkward and slightly annoyed spectator the whole time. “No, probably not.”

4. Didn’t Even Try 

xianxian! > lan 🐇

: LMAO lan zhan i accidentally surprised su she again, mb

wangji: Haha.

: he thought i went home lol so he was surprised to see me

wangji: Oh

wangji: You didn’t go back today?

: nope, i go back tmrw!

wangji: Really?

wangji: A shame.

wangji: If I’d known you were going back home tomorrow, I would have stayed tonight.

: what?

wangji: What?

: why me specifically? am i that fun to be around that you want me to 

wangji: Hm.

wangji: I suppose so.

: oh. 

: well okay

Wuxian is pretending to not have a crisis as he half-yells at his siblings. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It probably fucking means he likes you,” Jiang Cheng says, squinting at the messages. “God, that feels so out of nowhere. Extremely suspicious.” 

“Well, the signs are there,” Yanli adds. “It certainly doesn’t look normal.”

“Ask him upfront,” Jiang Cheng proposes, and Wuxian flails around, panicked.

“Ask him upfront???”

“Yeah, it’ll be faster, and if he doesn’t well, problem solved, right? He just really likes your company.”

“And if he does like me??”

“Well, take action, I guess.”

“What do you think of him, a-Xian?” Yanli prods.

“Well, he’s pretty and nice, I wouldn’t say no, I guess...”

“What happened to that crush on Nie Mingjue?”

“Chances are a little too low with that. Besides, even if he does like me, I don’t really think I’d date him just because.” 

“Okay, okay, we’ll find out first and deal with it later,” Jiang Cheng pulls his arm. “If you won’t do it, I will.” 

Yanli giggles as Jiang Cheng grabs Wuxian’s phone and types out a message for all of them to see, her older younger brother practically trembling as he hits send.

: lmao its like u like me

wangji: What?

: idk the stuff u said sounded like u have a crush on me or smtg

wangji: Oh. 

wangji: Does saying that mean I like you?

: Well not really

: That’s why I asked

wangji: Asked what?

: Ask if you like me or not

wangji: Hm?

wangji: What’s the difference whether I say yes or no?

: just answer the q

wangji: I’m trying to come up with a correct answer

: oh god there is no correct or wrong answer just say yes or no

wangji: Well

: well???

wangji: For the time being, no

wangji: Not sure about in the future though

: oh. okay

: could it happen in the future?

wangji: Don’t know

wangji: Could happen, or perhaps not

wangji: I suppose as Huaisang says, “We’ll see”

: oh

: well okay

wangji: 👍

“OH MY GOD HE HAS A CRUSH ON ME DOESN’T HE,” Wuxian yells. 

“HE IS TOTALLY INTO YOU,” Jiang Cheng yells back, shaking his brother back and forth.

“Congratulations, a-Xian,” Yanli giggles from beside them. “And good luck.”

“Oh my god, jiejie, I need to run a few things by you two, I think I’ve just had an epiphany,” Wuxian flaps his hands. “I don’t think he’s been subtle about this at all.” 

“What the fuck does that mean, Wei Ying,” Jiang Cheng demands, and as Wuxian spills about signs he’s missed and possibly even more he’s forgotten or completely didn’t catch, Yanli holds herself back from giggling herself into oblivion, simply from pure exasperation.

Is this really the one move that works on him? She’s sure Lan Wangji didn’t even do that on purpose. 

5. Chocolate

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says, moving to sit across him. “I have something for you.”

“Oh?” Wei Ying perks up, smiling.

“Hm. Yes, it’s for you.” Lan Zhan fumbles his hand in his pocket.

Wei Ying leans forward. “What is it?” 

“Here,” Lan Zhan pulls out a chocolate bar and shows it to him. “This is for you.”

“Chocolate...” Wei Ying grins. “I- thanks. I like it.”

“Hn.” is the other boy’s response. “Glad you do. I will... go now.”

“Yeah, uh... thanks again!” Wei Ying waves.

Lan Zhan leaves the room, Wei Ying cradling the bar in his hands.

“There’s no way I’m actually into him, right?” he mumbles to himself. “But that was really, really nice.” 

(Outside, Lan Zhan is giving the finger to his two best friends who have been watching through the room window and silently screaming the whole time.)

+1. 

Wangji > Wei Ying

Wei Ying: hey lan zhan

: Yes?

Wei Ying: that song you played before

Wei Ying: what’s the name

: What do you think is an appropriate name for it?

Wei Ying: wait you havent named it??

: No, I have.

: I’d just like your opinion for it.

Wei Ying: dunno

Wei Ying: Lan Wangji’s Love Song Full of Love for Someone

: someone?

Wei Ying: well yeah, don’t tell me you wrote a whole love song for nobody

Wei Ying: that was tearjerking

Wei Ying: emotionally shattering

: Hm.

: It is for someone.

: Who do you want it to be for?

Wei Ying: well itll be for whoever is intended

Wei Ying: i’m no mind reader

Wei Ying: tell meee

: do you want that intended person to be you?

Wei Ying: just tell me the name

Wei Ying: maybe itll line up with what i’m thinking

: and what are your thoughts?

Wei Ying: well i won’t tell you until you show me

Wei Ying: im waiting :> don’t keep me in the dark here

: screenshot_12.png 

Wei Ying: wait that’s only half of the name!!

Wei Ying: wang who!! wangji and who

: Hm

: I’ll tell you tomorrow.

Wei Ying: tomorrow?

Wei Ying: why not now?

: It’s late, Wei Ying.

: Go to sleep.

Wei Ying: what makes you think i can sleep if you dont tell me

Wei Ying: i wont even be able to do any assignments im just gonna be thinking abt this

: Fine.

: Alright.

: Wei Ying, I like you

: Maybe even love you

Wei Ying: for real?

Wei Ying: you’re not lying?

: I am not.

: screenshot_13.png

: Wangxian

: Xian, for you.

Wei Ying: oh

Wei Ying: good to know

Wei Ying: mostly cause

Wei Ying: well thanks

Wei Ying: i like you too

: Hm. 

: I see

Wei Ying: sooo

Wei Ying: i guess we like each other

: We do.

Wei Ying: wanna date or smth?

: Wait.

: I would prefer to do this in person.

: Go to sleep, now. I've told you the name already.

Wei Ying: okay okay

Wei Ying: goodnight

: Good night.

#rymyanna #wangxiansolstice22 #*fic22 #*gifts22

[writercole]

WIP Tag game.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Thanks for the tag @blue-aconite. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Side note: This has taken me a month to get together. And I know there's a fuck ton more. I'm not sorting by character, I'm not explaining anything here. Drop me an ask or dm or something.

Widow Bob Bob WYWS Historical Western Romance Noir The Long Way Home Hallmark Homecoming Javy Makeup Ryan Date Artist Jake Jake x Librarian A-z Challenge Hum Public transport meet cute Punk Bob Cyclone Coffee Javy Divorce Javy Blind Date hit the target Punk Nat Punk Bob Punk Mickey Escort Jake Class Reunion Something Like That The Prince & Me Five Minutes More Where's Bob Hello Darlin Priest Beau

I could continue but I will stop here because hehehe (nervously).

#wip game #cole writes #who knows when these will arrive

[goldennikko]

when i get out of school, i’ll start teaching you a couple words

it’s okay if you go to sleep bc im not really on my phone in most of my classes except my first one but we have the exam so not today. i might still send a couple asks tho mi amor 🫶 sleep well, sweet dreams :)

and we made it in one piece, we’re just waiting in the car and they’re playing lana del ray rn

-nikko’s valentine <3

yay i'm looking forward to that, miss val hehehe ;> okok good luck on your exams, my val! huhu the mi amor crying screaming dying kicking the air rn feeling so loved...

what song is it? i love lana's songs!

if i don't reply anymore, i passed out.

#nikko reply! #nikko valentine~

[genhenna]

GMMM ILYT <3333 i'm in technology class studying for my exam after this class aaaaaa i'm so nervous abt it :c

hugging u like this hehehe

HUGS U BACK TIGHT!!!! Good luck for ur exam im cheering for u!!! go koha go!!!! <33

#୨୧ asks